by Jay Merson
"Please! Please!” the professor pleaded, quietening the crowd. He signalled behind him and the velvet curtains parted once again. The horse had been replaced now with a set of old and weathered stocks. A hole for the neck and one for each wrist, next to the head, lower than normal but otherwise identical. The two men pushed the stocks along the boards to the head of the catwalk and moved down the narrow steps into the audience.
The professor had timed this entrance to coincide with the auction, thereby pushing his prices higher than ever. He lifted the top half of the stocks and looked at Paula through the slits in the mask.
"Kneel,” he said coldly.
Paula knelt, placing her neck and hands into the curved sections of the stocks. The professor closed the top, securing her in a kneeling position with her head and wrists through the stocks. She was held fast and unable to move. The professor fixed two straps around her ankles that were fixed to the base of the stocks. Her legs spread, she was helpless.
"Members, my starting price will be seven hundred,” the professor announced as he turned to face the audience. A series of disbelieving gasps filled the room.
"That's almost double!” someone shouted in displeasure.
"Look! Look members, her face, those red, soft lips just waiting to take you into them. The nipples and slim fresh body, is she not worth double?"
"Six hundred,” one man shouted.
The professor shook his head silently.
"Seven,” another shouted, then the room fell silent.
The professor moved over to stand before Paula, and guided his stiff cock to her mouth.
Paula opened her lips and took the head of his cock into her soft mouth. The professor moaned aloud. Paula made greedy sucking noises as she worked her lips on his rigid cock.
"Eight hundred,” a voice called.
"Nine,” another shouted—a woman's this time.
"A thousand! My final offer,” one voice demanded.
The professor moved back and withdrew his cock from her mouth.
"That's better. I accept the offer of one thousand. Are there any more?"
The bidding had a strange effect on Paula, a thrilling and exciting effect that made her feel so important and yet so subservient. Again the sense of anticipation filled her, the throb in her clitoris began and she felt her nipples tighten and firm.
She was aware of the voices around her but couldn't hear what they were saying. Lost in her own thoughts, she concentrated on the sexuality of the situation and the feelings pumping through her.
A middle-aged man, Paula judged by the slight bulge in his stomach, walked up the steps of the catwalk to stand beside Paula, his cock stiff and wobbling as he walked. In his hand he held a leather cat-of-nine-tails. Leather strips, but without the lead weights in the ends, it looked terrifying to Paula as she knelt helpless at his feet.
The man ran his hand over her prominent buttocks, feeling and caressing, taking his time. His fingers brushed over her open pussy, feeling her wetness and revelling in the feel of such young firm flesh.
He stood back and delivered a brutally savage blow with the whip. Every one of the nine tails stung the soft flesh of her buttocks. Paula screamed loudly, much to the delight of the crowd. Her body jerked forwards rubbing her shoulders against the rough wood of the stocks. Again the whip landed, stinging and cruel. Again Paula screamed, this was pain such as she had never known it. Not sexual, brutal and sadistic.
Paula screamed again as the man struck her a third time, searing pain shooting through her entire body. She sobbed as the raw agony taunted her soft flesh. From the corner of her eye she saw the man drop the whip and move hurriedly behind her, scrabbling to kneel between her legs. He gripped her hips with both hands; she felt the tip of his cock rub against her labia, urgent and rough. Then he came, the warm sperm jetting onto her open pussy in short little spurts. Paula tensed and she heard his groan, more of his sperm landing high on her buttocks until he had finished.
"I didn't get there!” he protested urgently, still gripping Paula's hips.
"You know the rules member,” the professor said firmly. Paula saw him move towards the man behind her.
"But I've paid a thousand pounds to fuck her,” he protested again.
The thumping of the Principal's staff on the hollow boards brought the room to order.
"The member number forty-three will please leave the stage,” the Principle demanded angrily. “And will appear before the senate at the next meeting."
The man moved back reluctantly into the audience on the main floor below. As he left the steps, a masked woman ran up the steps to stand before Paula's face.
"Eat me bitch!” she spat, and pushed her hairy mound onto Paula's soft lips. Paula used her tongue. The woman tasted foul. Overweight and out of condition she gurgled her pleasure as Paula licked quickly, the sooner this was over with the better she thought. The woman landed a stinging slap across Paula's cheek that hurt like hell.
"No good bitch!” the woman scolded angrily. Paula felt only hate for this overweight tart.
The woman moved behind her, rough fingers began exploring the soft inner lips of Paula's pussy. Harsh and uncaring, wanting to bring pain, the woman panted heavily as she pushed her fingers roughly inside. Paula tensed and felt a wave of revulsion wash over her, but there was no way out. Nothing she could do but to accept it and hope that it would soon end.
The woman put one leg over Paula and sat her full weight down on the small of her slim back, fingering her all the time. Paula held her breath and tried to support the great weight bearing down on her. She could feel the wet open pussy of the woman on her skin. The woman ground her clitoris onto Paula's back, faster and faster she moved, rubbing and panting. The she came, wailing and groaning, the fingering continued throughout and the weight on Paula's back became more difficult to cope with.
At last the weight lifted. Paula was relieved, in more ways than one. The woman slapped Paula's buttocks once, hard and spiteful before she walked back into the audience to cheers from the crowd. Paula saw her hand move out to lightly touch the cocks of the men that she passed until she stopped and turned. Her hand then gripped firmly onto a cock behind her and guided it under her buttocks to slip up inside her as she stood watching Paula's face.
Paula promised herself that if she could ever find out who this bitch was, then she would repay her in kind, such was her hate for the woman.
A man moved onto the catwalk, walking with some difficulty as his erection stuck out before him. He moved behind Paula and guided his cock into her open pussy. His length pushed all the way up inside her and he began pumping into her wet pussy. Paula was glad that at last she was being fucked, her body responded, moving as much as it could to meet each of his thrusts. Her mouth opened and her face showed her delight to the crowd.
"Just look at the bitch!” someone gasped.
Paula's eyes closed, drinking in the expert way that the man used his cock inside her tender interior, exciting her and pleasing her. He felt so very good as he fucked her.
Now she felt a second cock nudging against her soft mouth. She didn't open her eyes, just her mouth. She took it in gladly and began sucking noisily on the rigid member. It thrilled her to be receiving two cocks at once. Her own orgasm was beginning to build. As his excitement built he pushed further into her soft mouth, Paula gagged as it pushed into and down her throat. The pounding cock in her pussy was thrusting stronger and more forcefully than ever, together they filled her from both ends.
Paula's delicate fingers bunched into clenched fists as the pleasurable feelings moved through her body. The cock in her mouth withdrew to just rest against her lips before it came. Grunting and moaning the man's seed spewed out onto the red of her lipstick, squeezing between her soft lips and coating her chin with thick globules of his sperm. His spurting continued, warm and velvety Paula felt it was as it sprayed her. Moments later she felt the same warm jets of sperm splashing her interior as the man behind her jerked
into her, gripping her hips tightly and pulling her harder onto him as he reached his peak.
Paula was close so very close herself now to the heady pleasure that her orgasms now could bring. She wanted it, needed it, she urged it onwards.
Both men withdrew. She opened her eyes to see a third man standing close to her face wanking himself furiously as the crowd cheered. Just in time she snapped her eyes shut. Another series of spurting warm sperm coated her eyelids and the bridge of her nose. Paula tensed as the flutters came to her, flitting through her body to tantalise and excite her, bringing her to the point of no return. She groaned open mouthed, the taste of semen and the slightly acid aroma tipped her over the top and she came. Panting heavily, biting her bottom lip, she strained to accept the feelings in the awkward position she was in. Long and shuddering convulsions racked her slim body and then she came powerfully, enjoying each and every second of the ecstasy. The crowd loved it and screamed for more.
Silence fell across the room as the principle stood and tapped his staff.
"I choose to exercise the privilege of my position and elect to take my turn at a time and a place of my choosing,” he stated flatly and officially. His erection however portrayed that he was in need of the attention that so many in the audience sought.
He continued. “It gives me great pleasure to welcome your trainee as an honorary member and to accept the first part of your application to the senate."
Loud applause and shouting followed. The professor bowed to the audience and turned beaming a smile at Paula. He released her from her prison and helped her to her feet; the strength of the applause was increased and renewed, this time for Paula.
* * * *
Louise slumped heavily onto the seat under the ivy-covered wall that backed onto the laboratory block in the campus.
"My god Paula!” she said in amazement, a hint of jealousy in her voice that couldn't be disguised. “It must have been tremendous!"
"Leaving me sore but satisfied.” Paula beamed at the reaction of her friend.
"Should bloody well think so!” Louise sighed heavily, crossing her legs and smoothing the denim of her jeans idly.
"That fat bitch though!” Paula said bitterly through gritted teeth. “I'll make her suffer if ever I get the chance."
"Jealousy was it?"
"What else! With a body like hers what else could it be?"
"One day you might get the chance,” Louise said to comfort and encourage.
"Hope so, I bloody well hope so."
"Did the professor mention anything about me going to the barn?"
"Only that he didn't think it would really suit you,” Paula said mournfully.
"Lying bitch!” Louise shrieked and hit Paula playfully.
"Your turn will come. You just need to be patient; and to keep your pussy in check."
"Difficult, very difficult,” Louise sniggered stretching her long legs out before her. “It's getting hungry again."
Both girls giggled as they returned to their lectures, life was good for them right now and the way they saw it, it could only get better.
* * * *
"Come in Paula,” the professor said kindly as he invited her into the lounge to sit with him.
"Louise?"
"At the library, a bit behind with her studies."
"That I am sorry to hear. Your finals are close and I want nothing to interfere with them."
"Nor us,” Paula replied as she sat down in the chair opposite the professor.
"Paula, I want to express my gratitude to you for the other evening. The way you supported me on such an important occasion will not be forgotten.” His voice was sincere and kind. She loved it when he was like this with her.
"Although a great deal of money changed hands on your account I won't insult you by offering you money. Please however understand that your salaries and allowances, plus the upkeep of the apartment is due in no small part to the organisation and as such the money is returned to you indirectly."
"Fine, no problem from my side."
"May I now take it that you have lost any thoughts of a take-over bid for control, even though your friend Louise may not?"
"How the hell did you know about that?” Paula sat upright in surprise at the remark.
"It doesn't matter, just answer me truthfully."
"I did have thoughts on those lines, not malicious you understand, just to feel a little more feminine and to use my body more."
"I understand that,” the professor said kindly. Paula really believed that he did. “Are you happy with our private arrangement?"
"Cynthia you mean?"
"Yes, Cynthia."
"Of course,” Paula snapped, a little hurt that he should question her on that subject.
"Then so am I. Does the role of Cynthia fulfil your desires to control me?"
"Pretty much."
"Good, then we lay this subject to rest once and for all. I do however require you swear obedience to me,” he said, smiling.
"Ever yours, master,” Paula said sincerely, slipping forwards on the chair and getting to her knees before him. “Our arrangement is complete and I serve you always."
"Excellent. Now let's hear more of Louise."
"In what way?” Paula asked hesitantly.
"Studies Paula, this area concerns me. Are my activities holding Louise back in any way?"
"No certainly not! I think she is just finding things a little difficult on the course, that's all."
"Is there any assistance I can give her?"
"Not really. As you appreciate, she has to do it herself. If she needs help, then she will ask. The only point is, she, er ... she feels that she is a woman and like me enjoys and would like the opportunity to tease men, you know to flaunt herself, her body more."
The professor stared silently ahead of him, over Paula's head.
"That time will come for her, but first she needs to lose any thoughts of trying to control me. If she doesn't learn that then..."
"But she has! She accepts and likes what we do. She just wants to use her body more. I know it eats away at her, probably the reason for her lacking in her studies,” Paula lied, trying to further Louise's cause.
"Very well Paula; I've listened to you and will act accordingly. I do however seriously hope that she will not try to deceive me again."
"So do I!” Paula agreed and shuffled closer to the professor. “Is sir thinking of Cynthia's little cunny?” she lisped pathetically.
The professor groaned and lay back on the settee.
"Sir wants little Cynthia to pull her knickers aside,” he said, his breathing becoming heavy.
"Cynthia thought so,” Paula lisped, and began undoing his trousers. “Cynthia has been a naughty, naughty girl and for that she has to touch sir's big willy for him."
The professor closed his eyes and lay his head back to sink into his fantasy that he seemed unable to resist. The little bitch knew his weak point, he would have to take extra care from now on.
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CHAPTER NINETEEN
The professor swung the car onto the gravel area that separated the big ornate gates from the Tarmac of the small lane. Louise gripped her seat to avoid being thrown to one side of the car. He had been in this mood all morning, not a word spoken after he had ordered her into the car. Louise felt on edge. He was unpredictable when he was like this.
The professor fumbled in the glove compartment for the remote control to open the tall, wrought iron gates. Huge stone eagles sat either side of them, high up, each having its own thick brick pillar on which to rest.
A humming noise signalled that the gates were about to open, two loud clicks and the they began to swing back silently to allow them access. She felt she knew this place, it was just as Paul had described it when he had followed the professor for her. Once through the gateway, the professor turned off the gravel drive and pulled onto the grass to park beneath the lofty over-hanging trees that made the long avenue to
the house seem like a darkened tunnel.
Louise stepped gingerly out onto the wet grass, at least the rain had now stopped, but the muddy areas beyond the grass looked dreadful. A fresh dampness hung in the air, freshness from the rain that had broken the long hot spell of weather, but tinged with a heaviness that made Louise feel all the more uncertain of what they were doing here. She looked round as the gates slammed finally shut. The heavy clanging sound of the huge iron gates brought to her a feeling of total confinement, even in the open air.
The great house was set in its own wooded grounds near the end of a private lane, quiet and peaceful to most, but to Louise it brought shudders of unknown terrors. Even the birds seemed to avoid this place for there wasn't a sound to be heard.
"Undress,” the professor snapped as he walked around the back of the car to stand by her side.
"What?” Louise replied in disbelief.
The professor snatched at her blouse and tore it open. “I don't have time to mess around,” he snarled as he ripped.
Louise tried to resist him, grasping his wrists but it made little difference to his strong hands and arms. He snatched at her bra.
"Okay! Okay, I'll do it. Just don't ruin the clothes,” Louise protested quickly, a little shocked as his display of force. She began to undo her skirt.
"Do you own this place as well?” she asked as casually as she could, given that her heart beat ten to the dozen and seemed to be lodged in her throat. She wanted to at least try and break the heavy and uneasy atmosphere that existed between them.
The professor ignored her, grabbing her panties and ripping them sideways to show his impatience at her slow progress. The elastic bit into the top of her thigh as he pulled harshly at the thin material, the other hand snapped her bra strap in one forceful tug.
Louise stood naked on the wet grass, her collar and her heeled shoes all that covered her nakedness. She felt wretched and so vulnerable, a feeling of utter defencelessness and helplessness come over her and she hung her head in her misery.
The professor roughly bound her wrists in front of her with a length of the same soft cord that he kept at the flat. “Too tight,” she whimpered in protest.