The Professor's Sex Slave
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“Your pussy is so fucking tight, Slave.”
“Th-Thank you, Master.” I managed to say between the moans. A hand crept up and squeezed my breast. His other hand was like a vice grip around my waist, holding me in place as he pumped away behind me. My pussy drooled as a shudder ran through me.
“Come! Come for me!”
I wanted to reach behind and touch myself but my arms were firmly bound. I wanted to open my legs slightly but couldn't. He had done such a thorough job. The faster he fucked me, the more I wanted to move. The more I wanted to move, the more excruciating my immobilization was. His hand fell around my waist, holding me in place as he jack-hammered against my body, pounding my pussy mercilessly.
“You like that, Slave?”
“Yes!” I half-shouted and half-cried. “Yes, I love it!”
“Mind your rules!” He bellowed as he picked up his pace. The cock pulled out to its head before plunging all the way inside of me. My legs buckled and shook against their restraints. My mind was blank from pleasure. I forgot where I was for a brief second and shrieked as I came again, coating his cock with my nectar.
His movements were becoming more and more erratic. He was coming to his climax as well. Those rough fingers reached between my legs and rubbed me, sending me gasping for breath again.
“Take that cock, Slave! Take that cock!”
“Yes, Master! Give it to It! Give it to It!” It felt odd calling myself 'it', but was what finally took him to come. Spurts of hot jizz washed inside of my pussy, filling me up. The cock grew soft and my Master gave me one final pump before he pulled himself out.
He slowly undid my ropes and I collapsed from the chair, my body trembling and shaking from the endless orgasms that had torn through it. He grabbed my chin and pulled my face up again.
“How many rules did you break?”
I couldn't remember. Suddenly, my throat was closing up and panic set in again. Oh God, how many rules did I break? I was afraid of answering him.
“How many rules, Slave?”
I couldn't hide the tears spilling out of my eyes. My voice dropped to a whisper. “It... It doesn't know...”
His hand fell away to his side and he stepped back from me. There was a look of disappointment on his handsome face again. “Disappointing. Were you not instructed to commit those rules to memory?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Were you not reminded again and again about which rules you broke?”
“Yes, Master.” I sobbed.
“Then why, Slave, have you forgotten how many rules you've broken?”
“It d--” I stopped myself, but it was too late. My Master squatted down and narrowed his eyes.
His voice was barely a whisper but dripped venom. “Finish it.”
“It doesn't know...” The words slipped out of my mouth as I hugged my knees.
“It doesn't know...” He whispered. His hand rested against my face. Power radiated from it and I started shaking.
He grabbed my hand and stood up. Without speaking to me, he cuffed my hands and pulled back on the rope so that I was standing on my toes. The gag was put back into my mouth and bits of concrete rubbed against my sore lips. My Master's grabbed my breasts and squeezed. His other hand moved down to my pussy and rubbed the slit from top to bottom. I felt the remnants of his jizz leaking out and dripping to the floor.
“Do you know what is about to happen to you, Slave?”
I shook my head and struggled against his grip.
The fingers moved faster. “You're going to come. You're going to come as loudly as you can. You're going to keep coming until you remember how many rules you've broken.”
His hands flew away and he bent down, pushing my ankles apart so that I was suspended from the ceiling. Reaching over to the restraints on the floor, he shackled my feet. He grabbed the vibrator again and waved it in front of my eyes. My eyes widened in fear as I looked at it. Not that... anything but that!
I watched as he walked away to a cabinet and pulled out a massive dildo with a ring on it. Slipping the ring onto the vibrator, he waved the contraption in front of me. There was no hiding his intention.
“One final chance, Slave. How many rules have you broken?”
Just tell him a number! Any number will do! Struggling, I managed to yell out “Four!”
“Incorrect.” He dipped his hand into a jar of lube and smeared it on the dildo.
Slowly, the cool wet dildo was inserted inside of me. My pussy was stretched to its very edges. As I tried to regain my balance, my pussy rubbed up against the dildo and sent me into new waves of ecstasy. I moaned again.
He looked me in the eyes and whispered. “Try to remember, Slave.”
The vibrator sounded like a buzzsaw as it started. It was far stronger than I remembered. There must be multiple settings. Was this one medium or high? I couldn't tell as the sensations washed over me. There was nothing I could do. My legs kicked out against their restraints but went nowhere. Spittle dripped out of my mouth.
“How many rules, Slave?”
I groaned and screamed. But no answer came out.
My legs tried to snap together but the cuffs around my ankles held me in place. He walked away and grabbed a whip. He unlatched the gag from my mouth and I watched the bright red ball fall to the ground. Saliva leaked from my mouth and I gasped for breath even as the vibrations stole the very air out of my lungs.
“How many rules, Slave?”
My mind was a blank. I couldn't answer him. I shook my head and screamed as loudly as I could. My legs tried to snap together but the restraints held me back.
Suddenly, pain exploded across my body. I opened my eyes and saw my Master holding the whip.
“How many rules, Slave?”
“Six...” I muttered as another orgasm seized my body and choked the words out of me.
“Incorrect. Stop guessing and remember!” The whip flogged me again. The pain stung twice as hard on my sensitive skin. But the pleasure that came with it was far more powerful. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I shrieked again.
My consciousness was fading. I screamed and begged him to stop but he simply stood there and questioned me how many rules I had broken. I don't know! I wanted to scream but I knew that I couldn't. How long was this going to take? Oh God, what if he never let's me go?
Orgasm after orgasm crashed through me. I couldn't handle it anymore. My body felt like it was about to explode.
“No more! No more!” I begged and shrieked.
Still he did nothing but watch. The strength was draining out of my body. The room grew darker and darker. Soon, the sweet embrace of unconsciousness overtook me...
*****
When I woke up , it was morning. I had been asleep on the couch. A thin blanket covered my body. All of my clothes and belongings were folded in a neat little pile on the table beside me. Professor Wright was sitting in a chair next to me.
“Morning, Ksenia. How do you feel?”
I looked back at him warily. Was this the same person who had been so cruel just yesterday? There was not a trace of malice on his face, nor did his body show any sign of our relationship as master and slave.
“Fine... it supposes... Master.”
He smiled at me. “When I address you by your name, then the rules no longer need to be followed. So, how did you like your first experience?”
I thought about it. Looking back on it, the whole experience wasn't all that bad. In fact, it felt pretty amazing in hindsight.
“It was good, I guess.”
“Excellent. Now I know this may be too much to ask of you, but what are your thoughts about turning this into an on-going thing?”
My mouth dropped open. A part of me wanted to scream no, but another part of me—the part that drove me to his arms in the first place—prodded me to say yes. After a good few minutes, I nodded my head.
The smile on his face could melt an iceberg. “Excellent! I shall call you when I need of yo
ur service again. Remember, the longer you delay, the more severe your punishment will be.”
“I understand, Professor...”
“Now then, I'll give you a ride home, after breakfast of course. What do you want? Tea? Coffee? Bacon and eggs?”
“Just coffee would be fine.”
“No problem.” He smiled and walked to the kitchen. As he passed by me, he turned around and said. “And for the record, Ksenia, you broke the rules five times.”