Oftentimes, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of normalcy many individuals project. Given the right set of circumstances, these desires cease to be repressed-and are eventually acted out. Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to comply with society's demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior. Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of tastes. If these cultural avenues of expression did not exist, the pressure to conform would become too much for some people to bear-and the consequences would be devastating.
Jennifer Harris-the heroine of COED IN CHAINS- is an unwilling victim of a subculture. Caught up in a covert world she never dreamed existed, Veronica struggles to free herself-until she comes to understand the ultimate value bf her new experience.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Jennifer Harris couldn't concentrate on the psychology test. The coed's mind kept wandering off to her date with Wally Manners, the captain of the college football team. The dull words on the test paper in front of her were enough to put her to sleep at the best of times.
This wasn't the best of times for the darkhaired coed. She got so horny just thinking about the date she'd been on the night before that she wanted to stuff her fingers up her cunt and jerk off then and there. Jennifer giggled at the thought. What would the graduate assistant grading the test think if he found greasy stains on the test paper, stains left by pussyfluids that had seeped onto her fingers?
Her brief chuckle caused the graduate assistant to look up at her. The man was only about twenty-two or twenty-three, hardly older than Jennifer herself. But he glared at her as if she had just committed the foulest sin possible. She settled down and looked blankly at her test. It was the mid-semester exam and she had to do well on it if she wanted to pass the course.
But she hadn't studied. She sighed again, remembering why she'd not spent the night cramming for the exam.
Wally.
She and Wally had fucked all night long. Just the memory of his long, hard, demanding prick pressing hotly between her thighs, driving toward her cunt and surging all the way to the hilt in her hot, juicy pussy was enough to make her forget all about the damned psychology test.
Jennifer's fingers moved slowly across the crotch of her jeans. The heavy denim didn't give much, but she felt the pressure against her most sensitive flesh. The feel of her fingers stroking over her hidden cunt-lips sent shivers of joy up her spine. But it wasn't enough to get off. The wet spot on her jeans slowly spread as her passion soared, but it was no good.
She couldn't get off this way. Especially not during the middle of an important test. Jennifer turned her attention back to the questions on the examination. The young girl read each and every question, trying to think of the answers. Nothing came to her. The more she tried, the more she blanked out. In frustration, her eyes went from her own blank sheet to her best friend's test paper.
Mala's test was covered with tiny, cramped handwritten notes. The brown-haired girl was frantically trying to finish off the test. As she wrote, her words got bigger and bigger so that Jennifer could read them, even from several feet away.
The answers began flowing into Jennifer's brain. She didn't think of this as cheating. Not exactly, at any rate. She was looking at Mala's test paper, but she wasn't stealing the answers. She was just using them to nudge her brain into working. She knew all the proper responses. They were just buried under her horniness and distraction.
Jennifer finished off the test just as the bell rang. She sighed and leaned back. It had been close. She doubted if all the answers were right, but she had passed the test, of that she was certain. At least the dark-haired coed was sure of that until the graduate assistant came up to her desk and said, "I want to talk with you, Miss Harris."
"Uh, what about?" she asked, handing him the test.
"About this," he said, shaking the paper angrily. "I saw you looking at another student's test. You cheated."
"I wasn't cheating!" protested Jennifer. She felt a cold lump form in her stomach as she stared up at the tall, handsome graduate assistant. "Not really. I drew a blank and just looking around got me started thinking again. That's all it was. Honest!"
"Yeah," the man said glumly. "You got started with someone else's answers. 1'11 have to give you a zero for this test and recommend to Professor Angst that he give you an F for the entire semester."
"You can't do that!" she cried. "It would ruin me. They'll throw me out for this. Look, my grades aren't all that good. An F will get me kicked out of school for sure."
"You should have thought of that before you cheated." His words weren't harsh, however. His eyes began drinking in the young girl's obvious beauty. She felt a little selfconscious as his eyes worked across her carelessly done hair, past her pale oval' face and down to the bottom of her cleavage. She hadn't bothered to button up her blouse today. The weather had been unseasonally hot. Now she felt a pang of regret for at least not wearing a bra.
Jennifer hadn't worn a bra in years. She liked the free and easy feel of her ample tits swinging freely in front of her. It made the girl feel like a real woman, lusty and sexy and provocative, and in command of her own body. The way the graduate assistant studied her bulging tits now made her want to put on a turtleneck sweater. But his gaze didn't last long on the deep canyon between her creamy white mounds of tit-flesh. Nor did he spend much time studying the hard little nubbins of her nipples poking out and causing creases in her blouse. He smiled as he worked his eyes down to her narrow waist and flaring, womanly hips. Her ass rolled like greased ballbearings when she walked-and _they both knew it.
This was all that kept Jennifer from stalking off. She knew that he would get a large charge out of seeing her ass swaying to and fro as she left. Somehow, that was worse than facing the graduate assistant over the cheating charges. "There might be a way I'll forget about what I saw," he said slowly as if savoring the words.
For a moment, the young girl didn't know what he meant. Then it dawned on her. She had heard others talking about how Dean, the graduate assistant, managed to get a lot of pussy this way. He couldn't be too blatant about the sexual extortion or the professors would catch on, but he got his rocks off regularly with the best-looking coeds in the classes he taught.
"That's blackmail," Jennifer said tartly. "You might call it that. I prefer to call it an enjoyable form of persuasion. Face it, Jennifer, it's nothing you haven't been thinking about doing. I've got eyes. I can see the, uh, problems you've got down there."
Guiltily, the dark-haired coed looked down at her crotch. The tiny wet spot caused by her leaking pussy had spread like wildfire. Now
the dampness was the size of a half dollar. The more she tried to control herself, the bigger the spot became. She felt her panties becoming totally drenched with her frothy, churning fuck-sauces.
"It wasn't meant for you."
"It is now. Unless you want to get that pretty ass of yours booted right on out of this class. Professor Angst would do it on my recommendation, you know."
"And if I put out for you, you won't give me a zero on the test?"
"I'll grade the test with the others and give you whatever you can claim on it."
"I want a 95 percent," Jennifer said, her mind racing. She hated the idea of being sexually used like this, but if she couldn't avoid it, she wanted as much in return as she could possibly get.
The slow smile crossing Dean's face told her she'd just gotten a 95 on the mid-semester exam. But she didn't like what she had to do to get it. It wasn't that Dean was bad looking. Quite the contrary. He was muscular and handsome in a dark sort of way. But he just wasn't her type. There was always something slightly sinister about the graduate assistant, something Jennifer could never quite put her finger on.
`When?" she asked, wanting to get it over with as soon as she possibly could.
"Why not right now? You're hot and bothered and I'm getting hornier by the second thinking about your hot little cunt wrapped around my prick."
"You don't have to be so crude," she said, but his words turned her on. The man was, after all, a psychologist. He knew the exact things that would make her get horny for him. Talking "dirty" was one of them. She didn't know why the sound of those words got her so turned on, but they did.
All her friends used the "forbidden" words of her childhood and she didn't think anything about it. She even used them herself on occasion, but when a man who was sexually interested in her started talking about fucking and stuffing his cock up her cunt, she became uncontrollably horny for him.
"Where?"
"'Right here," he said easily. "This classroom is deserted for the rest of the day." "But students come in here all the time to study. It's quieter than the library this time of day."
"It won't be for long. Especially if you like to scream and shout when you get your rocks off." He laughed as he pulled down his zipper
and let his long prick come flopping out. It was half-erect already. The cock jerked and bucked its way to a full steely hardness. His hard-on was big enough to make Jennifer's mouth begin to water.
And if her mouth was watering, her pussy was drooling even more.
"Here, huh?" she repeated, her eyes fixed on his virile, hard, bucking cock. Licking her lips slowly, she felt the surge of desire in her loins that doomed her,. Dean wasn't the sort she normally fucked, but this was different. Just thinking about Wally had gotten her hot. Now she needed that cock inside her pussy, fucking her for as long as possible to get her off. She had gotten horny thinking of Wally. She could come with Dean's cock in her juicy cunt.
"Right here," he said, his hands moving down her smooth flanks. She sighed as he cupped both her tits at the same time. Squeezing down harder, he crushed her tits flat against her chest. The pain was offset by the more intense pleasure she felt.
She shuddered as both nipples sprang to a rock-hard erection from the way his hands dragged over those rubbery nubbins. The young girl felt her excited heart beginning to hammer out more and more blood into her tits. They welled and the nipples grew to painfully throbbing points.
Harsh fingers clamped down on her nipples and pinched them. The pain lanced into her chest and she shrieked in agony. But that agony changed into pleasure before she could protest the agonizing treatment.
Dean kissed her fully on the lips, his tongue surging hard and driving into her dank mouth. There his tongue duelled erotically with hers. All the while he was exploring her mouth with his hard, questing tongue, he was pinching and fondling her tits.
Her cunt almost exploded when he trapped her tongue between his teeth and started to suck on it.
"Ummmm, God, oh, God, it's great!" she sobbed. "I need you fucking me. Don't stop now. Give it all to me! Shove it in!"
She reached down and found that hard, hot shaft of cock. It pulsed with virile life. She couldn't wait to get it snugly berthed inside her pussy. The woman had to feel its entire length fucking in and out of her cunt, giving her the divine pleasures she knew it could generate in her tender young body.
Jennifer moved so that she perched her ass on the edge of the desk. His hands moved from her tits to her waist, stroking and pinching her flesh. The momentary pain he gave was nothing compared to the promise of cock fucking her cunt.
The dark-haired coed groaned as the graduate assistant began skinning off her tight jeans. He peeled them past her flaring ass, his fingers lightly caressing her flesh as he moved the jeans downward. When he allowed them to drop free around her ankles, she started to kick them off.
"Don't," Dean cautioned. "I like it when your legs are trapped like that."
She felt another surge of irrational desire. Having her jeans down around her ankles made her feel as if he had tied her feet together. She was severely limited in how much she could move. She couldn't even spread her legs like she wanted to!
"Stop," she moaned.
"Don't tear them. Please, oh, ohhhh ! "
She almost came when the ripping sound reached her ears. A ring of fire circled her waist. He had jerked so hard on her panties
that he'd raised a welt where the waistband had been. Another swift, savage jerk and he ripped her panties entirely away from the seething mound of her pussy.
"Shit, baby, you are hot for me, aren't you?" he asked, his fingers caressing her puffy cunt-lips and finding the steady flow of fuck juice. "This is going to be a fucking you won't soon forget! "
He put one arm around her waist and another across her forehead, then bent her backwards over the desktop. She felt as if she were a longbow and he was trying to string her. The tension mounted in her belly as her stomach pulled taut. And the more she tried to spread her legs apart and relieve some of the tension, the harder he shoved. The way her jeans tangled her ankles kept her from moving into a more comfortable position.
Then she forgot all about comfort. All that mattered to her was the hot shaft of his prick. He poked it between her fleshy thighs and slowly moved it upwards toward her trembling cunt-lips. The feel of that virile cylinder of cock-flesh so near her pussy made Jennifer tremble in anticipation.
She needed that cock-she needed it badly. "Fuck me," she begged. "I can't stand it without your cock inside me, fucking me, giving my cunt all the ecstasy I can take!"
"You'll get it, baby, and more," he promised. His cock inched upward until the bulbous knob touched her well-oiled cunt-lips.
She almost went berserk with lust then. The nearness of his cock, the promies of the fucking drove her insane with need. She had to have him inside her, fucking her, making her into a complete woman.
"Fuck meeeeee!"
She shrieked as his prick plunged between her cunt-lips and surged into her tight pussy. The walls of her cunt couldn't get out of the way of that battering ram of prick fast enough. She felt as if her guts were being ripped and torn by the forceful entry.
The dark-haired coed cried and sobbed and tried to lift her legs, to get on either side of the man's body. She failed. Her jeans effectively bound her legs together. He bent her backward even more as he rammed deeper into her captive cunt.
Jennifer sobbed and then sighed with relief as her resilient inner pussy-membranes stretched to take his ponderous cock.
"You're so big and swollen inside me," she gasped. "But I need you moving. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt until I can't stand it any more!"
"You'll love every inch of MY pecker," he promised her. "And when you've had enough, I'm going to keep on fucking, You're going to get more than you can handle."
Even in her half-dazed condition from the sudden intrusion of his prick into her juicy cunt, the young girl knew that was a lie. She was deeper than he was long. She could wear out any man and still want more cock. She had done it often enough. At one of Wally's fraternity parties, she had pulled a train six jocks long. And by the time she had finished off number six, Wally was ready for her again. They had left to find a quieter spot to finish off their fucking.
She didn't think Dean would be able to match the performance of six football players. But Jennifer hoped she was wrong. She didn't like the idea of trading her body for a good grade, but if she had to she wanted that cocksucking son of a bitch to give her the best fucking possible.
"More!" she begged loudly. "Give me more, lots more cock!"
He grabbed her slender wrists and forced them behind her. He held them tightly and shoved her down until her back was almost a circular arch. He drove his cock mercilessly into her lewdly exposed cunt. He fucked with long, powerful strokes that lit the fires of passion in the young girl's belly.
Every light touch of his cock-head against her trembling pussy-walls pushed her arousal up another notch. When she started tensing and relaxing her pussy-walls around his cock, she got the first real reaction from the graduate assistant. He gasped and began to dance and jerk around in the hot, erotically tight sheath of her cunt.
"Want more, big boy?" she whispered hotly. "I'm the one who can give it to you!"
She tried grinding her snatch down into his crotch. That didn't work too well since he held her so firmly in place. But she tried and the effort was successful enough to make him groan out loud.
She felt the progress of his jism all the way down his long cock. The shaft swelled up as soon as the jism passed that spot. When it erupted into her hollow, drooling cunt, the young girl was ready for it. The hot spurts of his creamy load filled her to overflowing. All the while he was fucking her, his prick fountained out his hot cum.
By the time he went limp in her hot cunt, she was panting and desiring more. But it wouldn't happen. The coed had already exhausted his cock and she hadn't gotten off.
Jennifer had reached the point where just a little stroking or sucking on her clit would do it, but she didn't think Dean was the type to engage in such things. He would openly sneer at eating her out after he had already come in her pussy. Dean would think there was something unmanly about eating a cunt filled with his own jizz.
Maybe he was right. Jennifer didn't know. All she cared about was the tenseness in her loins. She had to get off. She was screaming with unrelieved sexual need.
"Frig me," she begged. "Finger my clit and get me off. Please!"
"You're out of your mind, you cheating bitch," said Dean, openly sneering at her. He turned and walked off, leaving Jennifer feeling miserable with her pent-up desires. She finally reached down and stroked across her tiny clit with her own finger, getting off but not as strongly as if a man had done it for her.
She eventually left the classroom, feeling cheated and miserable.
Chapter Two
"I don't believe it!" exclaimed Jennifer, staring at the posted grades for the examination. "I only got a 47 on the test. I was sure I'd get at least a 95!"
Mala shook her head sadly. "I only got a 71 and I studied like a greasy grind, too. Damn, but that test was a bear. A lot harder than I thought it would be for only a mid-semester." Jennifer didn't know what to do. She had failed the test even after she'd fucked Dean. She felt cheated and didn't know a damned thing she could do about it. There wasn't any way in hell she could complain. Could she freely admit she'd tried to trade her body for a good grade? No one had forced her into fucking the graduate assistant. She had willingly done it.
"That goddamn, cocksucking faggot bastard!" Jennifer raged. "I'll cut his balls off and feed them to the pigeons."
"Calm down," said Mala. "You're working yourself up over nothing. So you flunked the test. There's still the final. Now that we know what Professor Angst wants, it'll be easier studying for it. And the final counts twice
what this one does. If you make an 80 or better, you'll pass the course, Jen."
"It's not that," said Jennifer, still fuming mad at the graduate assistant. "I got myself caught. I wasn't cheating exactly but Dean said he'd give me a zero unless I fucked him. When I agreed I told him I wanted at least a 95, and that motherfucking son of a bitch backstabber graded my paper as if nothing had happened."
"He fucked you in a lot of ways, didn't he?" said Mala. "About the same thing happened to me last semester. It was in one of Professor Angst's classes, too. Jerry something-or-other was the graduate assistant on that course. He told me unless I sucked him off he'd flunk my ass right out of school. I was kind of shaky in the grade department so I went along with him. He just barely passed me."
"Does Professor Angst know this is going on?" asked Jennifer suddenly. "If we told him, maybe he'd get rid of both of them. Both Jerry and Dean."
"Don't kid yourself, Jennifer. The professors are all jockeying around for the best grad students these days. Without the draft, they can't keep people in school. Jerry and Dean are supposed to be the tops in the graduate psychology program."
"What they're doing isn't right," Jennifer protested bitterly.
"So, we didn't have to go along with them, did we?"
"Yes, we did. They threatened us. And what burns me is that Dean didn't deliver. He wasn't even a good lay."
Mala laughed. "That's rich. He's both a rotten person and lousy in the sack. Maybe you're right. We could both go to the professor and explain what's happening in his department."
"Let's go," said Jennifer resolutely. "Right now before we change our minds. I want to get a good grade out of this class, even if it kills me.
They went off to find the psychology professor. The man, dark and foreboding, looking vaguely middle European and speaking
with a faint foreign accent, scarcely looked up from his book as they entered his office. "Professor Angst? We want to speak with you. About your graduate students. Jerry and Dean," hastily added Jennifer, seeing she didn't have the man's attention.
When he finally looked up, his eyes narrowed. She felt that same appraising stare she had gotten when Dean looked her over. Jennifer wanted to button the top button on her blouse and prayed that her jeans would sag
just a little. But they remained skin tight and her blouse actually fell open another button, exposing the smooth, white flare of creamy titflesh.
"So? What can I do for you two?" he said in clipped, curt tones. "I am a very busy man."
Jennifer explained their predicament. " . . so Dean said he would give me a good grade on the exam if I'd let him fuck me. I need the grade, Professor Angst, so I let him. And the son of a bitch fucks me again by failing me on the test. He shouldn't have treated me like that. It's not fair!"
"Fair?" asked the psychology professor, one bushy eyebrow rising slowly. "What is fair in this world? He made a deal and did not stick to it. But you don't have it in writing. A verbal agreement is worth the paper it is written on." "So you're not going to do anything?" demanded Mala.
"You are in college to learn. Whether you learn psychology in my class or not does not matter greatly to me. But I see you both have learned valuable lessons, lessons that cannot be taught from books. You are learning to cope with the unscrupulous elements rife today in our society. In this particular case, it just happens to be my two graduate assistants." "But it's not fair!" protested Jennifer again. "They're getting away with murder!" "Murder? Hardly. But you are both sincere young ladies. I can see that from your attitudes. And brave, too, since not many would admit to being whores."
"Now look here, Professor Angst, neither Mala nor I are whores," said the young coed hotly.
"A whore," he said in a lecturing voice, "is a woman who sells her body for favors or money. A good test score is certainly a favor and you sold yourselves, did you not?"
"I can see we're not getting anywhere with him," said Jennifer in disgust. "Let's go, Mala."
"Not so fast, please," said the psychology professor. "I said you were couragous young ladies and I meant it. I will give you a chance to get A's in my class. How would you like to participate in a psychology experiment?"
"As guinea pigs?"
"Of course. It is difficult to find suitable ... subjects. I think both of you will do nicely." He licked his lips and Jennifer again had the queasy, nervous feeling about the way he eyed her. It was as if the man were appraising a side of beef hanging on a hook in a meat packing plant.
"What is it you want from us?" asked Mala, not getting the vibes Jennifer received.
"A sexual experiment. One in arousal. Very carefully regulated, I assure you. But it is not the sort of experiment I would wish to have made public. You will both be sworn to secrecy and sign contracts to that effect."
"And you'll put it in the contract that we get A's in your course?" asked Jennifer. She was startled to see the psychology professor grin wolfishly.
"But of course. You see? You learn already. You do not simply take my word but demand written contracts. In addition to an A in my class, you will receive twenty-five dollars for every day you participate. You must participate for a minimum of one week, however."
"Full time? We can't take time off from our other classes," said Jennifer, but her mind raced ahead. That much money looked pretty good to her right now. It was enough to pay her rent for a month and still leave her money to live on.
"The semester break . . . " suggested the psychology professor.
"We can do it then? Let's see what sort of experiment you have in mind before we agree to anything," said Mala.
They were both startled by the man's laughter. "You are learning very fast, ladies. But of course. Come down to my laboratory in the basement."
"Basement? I didn't know anyone had an experiment going on down there."
"It is specially soundproofed. I have equipped it just for this experiment. A very special instrumentation was required, as you shall see."
Mala and Jennifer followed the man down flights of stairs and through a heavily locked door. They went down a narrow corridor with glass windows on either side. Most of the rooms were empty, having a bed inside and little else. But one room had a man and woman inside, both fucking their brains out.
Jennifer stared when she peered through the window and saw what was happening. She felt guilty about standing in the hall and spying on them, yet there was something strangely compelling about watching. She moved so that she could peer around the corner of the window without being seen. Professor Angst boldly stood in the center of the glass window, smiling broadly.
"It is all right," he said. "They cannot see you. This is a one way mirror. All they see is their own reflection. And what a reflection, eh? They have been inside fucking like that for almost a week. Tireless, both of them."
"A mirror?" asked Jennifer. She grew a little more confident and moved to a spot where
she got a better view. The sight of the mad's huge red prick plummeting down and into pinkly parted cunt-lips turned her on strangely. She had always wondered how guys got off on seeing porno flicks. She had never been to one in her life.
Now the dark-haired coed began to understand the attraction. Seeing another couple going at it, really fucking hard and fast, was a big turn on. She felt her own pussy beginning to tense up and slobber at the erotic sight.
The man doing the fucking had the woman bent double on the bed. Her legs were up and draped over his shoulders. In this position he pushed forward powerfully and drove his prick straight down into her wantonly spread gash.
In addition, her legs pushed down into her own tits, mashing them flat. Jennifer shuddered at the thought of what that must feel like. Her own nipples were springing hard and erect and she wondered if she could bend like the woman on the bed. This position was one only a gymnast could love-or a woman who really got turned on doing different things in bed.
Jennifer was one of those.
The idea of fucking only in the missionary position turned her off. The young girl had dumped boyfriend after boyfriend because they weren't inventive enough for her. But she had rapidly discovered Wally and he proved a never-ending source of new and erotically different things to do. Why, he had actually fucked her armpit at one of the basketball games last spring! She had worried that someone else in the packed arena might see what was going on, but that fear had actually fed her own desires. She had come repeatedly, and all from the feel of a swiftly moving cock under her arm.
"Would we have to let some guy fuck us while you watched?" asked Mala. She was obviously unsure that she wanted to participate in such a blatantly sexual experiment.
"It's more than simply allowing me to watch. I could go see a stag film if that was my intent. Rather, you notice the thin wires attached to their headbands? Those wires go off into a computer where the brainwaves are monitored. We are trying to see what happens inside the head during extreme arousal."
"And that's all that would happen? Just letting some stud fuck us?" demanded Jennifer. She couldn't take her eyes off the couple in the room. This was the very thing she'd been looking for. And it was all legitimate.
To actually be paid for advancing science appealed to her, and to be paid to do something that turned her on in a big way appealed to her even more.
"This is something to think about," said Mala. "It seems so immoral to me."
"As immoral as selling yourself for a good grade?" asked the psychology professor. "You will be doing nothing that you haven't already done in your immoral, futile search for the perfect grade point average. Think about it. I shall be in the office at the end of the hall. If you decide this sort of research is your meat, I'll have the contracts waiting for you."
"And an A in your course plus twenty-five dollars a day for a full week?" asked Jennifer again. She licked dried lips and watched as that long prick parted those turgid cunt-lips and rubbed against them in the most intimate manner possible.
The young girl wondered if the woman were uncomfortable. The sight of her face convinced Jennifer the woman didn't even notice the twisted position. She was caught up in the throes of almost constant orgasm. She was coming like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers going off.
"Do we get to pick the men?" she asked, having Wally in mind. Being locked up in a room with him for a solid week would be more than a vacation.
"No, I'm afraid not. Everything must be controlled precisely and that is one of the factors. But you will not be disappointed in our choice, I assure you."
"Well, I don't know," said Mala. "Could we talk privately? I've got a couple more questions."
The psychology professor motioned her to his office. Jennifer stayed and watched, glad to be alone. She had a hard time convincing herself that the pair in the room fucking like rabbits couldn't see her. And then it occurred to her that, even if they could see her, they wouldn't really notice. They were too busy fucking.
The dark-haired coed unfastened the front of her jeans and pushed her hand down into the warm cunt between her legs. She shivered in delight as she drew her fingers lightly over her agitated cunt-lips. When her middle finger plunged all the way up into her seething hot pussy, she came.
The orgasm smashed through her young body and made her weak in the knees. She had to lean against the glass to keep from falling over. But it was worth it. The young girl blinked rapidly to keep her eyes focused on the fucking couple in the room. They provided the visual stimulation she required to get a really potent orgasm.
Her middle finger fucked in and out of her tight pussy, giving her more and more arousing pleasure. Swirling that finger around like a berserk tornado, she got off again. Her finger stroked over her velvety cunt-walls and then smeared her fuck-juices all over her clit. The feel of her finger moving against the shivering little spike of erectile tissue got her off again.
Weakly propped against the wall, the darkhaired coed watched the hot and heavy action going on inside the room. The sight of that huge prick parting the woman's pussy-lips and then plunging all the way to the hilt made her wish she and the woman could trade places. Jennifer wanted to be on the receving end of that huge cock.
"Ummmm, oh, God, why am I doing this to myself?" she wondered out loud. But the soundproofing in the hallway kept her words hushed, and for that Jennifer was glad. It wouldn't do to have Professor Angst hear her.
Her finger worked in and out of her pussy until she got off again. She moved her cuntjuice-soaked fingers to her clit and began rolling that nubbin around. The sexual tensions inside her belly mounted until she wanted to scream.
Her mind disconnected from her body. She experienced in full everything going on between her legs, but was able to think about other things at the same time. Jennifer wondered if she could take part in an experiment just like this. It had good money tied in with it and she'd get an A out of the psychology course. After she finished a pleasant week of experiment, even those things might seem minor to her.
Getting her tight little pussy fucked by some stud she didn't know hardly seemed bad to her.
Sobbing, gasping, trembling all over, she tried to figure out what turned her on the most. This was for science, she told herself. And the idea of being fucked by some guy she'd never met before made her even hotter. The very idea was even kinkier than picking out some stud at a singles bar and homing in on him knowing it would only be a one night stand.
Her fingers twisted her pea-sized clit around. She felt it growing until the ball of fleshy clit throbbed to the beat of her frenzied heart. The more Jennifer tried to stop, the more insistent her body became.
She needed this stimulation. The sight of the pair fucking in the secluded room was too much for her.
Did they know they had observers? Would she know if anyone was watching her when she was in there, bare-ass naked and having a stud fill her cunt all the way with his rock-hard cock? Would she even care?
Jennifer's fingers stroked from the base of her clit all the way to the pointy tip. A shudderingly intense come washed over her body again, drenching her hand with gushing cuntoils. But she couldn't stop. It was like eating potato chips. She had to have more, lots more! Lots, lots, lots more!
The young girl blinked when she saw the man's balls tensing up. She guessed what the woman was experiencing. That cock would be swelling up to heroic proportions in that clutching, tight fuck-tunnel. And when the man's hips went berserk with desire, he fucked into that cunt as if he wanted to plunge his prick through her body and impale her heart with the tip. Both the man and the woman were locked in ecstasy. The sight of his hairy ass tensing told Jennifer he was coming. He pumped' wildly and then collapsed, his prick dribbling from the valley of the red, quivering cunt-lips. A tiny white river of his jism leaked out, and then they moved so that Jennifer couldn't see any more of the intimate details.
She jumped a foot when Professor Angst said, "Are you satisfied with our academic credentials?"
Jennifer pulled her jeans together guiltily and tried to look calm. She failed. Her hands were covered with her own fuck-juice and she was flushed from the repeated climaxes she'd given herself.
"Yes, Professor, quite satisfied," she heard herself saying. "And where do I sign up for the experiment?" Jennifer hardly noticed the tiny sneer forming at the corner of the psychology professor's mouth as he silently held out the contract.
Chapter Three
Jennifer wished she and Mala could have shown up for the first day's experiment together, but her friend had one last class before the semester break. Jennifer was very self-conscious and fidgeted as she waited for Professor Angst to show up and tell her what to do first.
When the psychology professor came into the room, she jumped again. She cursed under her breath for being such a scaredy-cat, but the man bothered her greatly. There was something evil about him that the dark-haired coed hadn't noticed before. He always dressed in dark colors. Today he wore only black.
But it went beyond that. His superior attitude had always put her off. But the idea of getting money and a good grade for something she would probably have been doing anyway made her feel a little better. So what if she didn't know the guy fucking her? That had happened to her before, at parties. The young girl wasn't any prude. As long as she enjoyed it, why not do whatever turned her on? Life was for living, not sitting and thinking about I all the great things she might do.
Jennifer thought fucking was about the best thing life had to offer. She wanted to sample it fully.
"Ah, I see you are punctual. That is good. Come this way and we will begin right away." "What do I have to do?" she asked nervously. "I mean, I know what you want me to do but how do I do it?" She swallowed hard, knowing she was just making an ass out of herself talking like that.
Professor Angst smiled at her in his condescending manner. "I know what you are trying to say. All you have to do is lie there and do whatever comes naturally. The wires will record your physical responses and the computers will analyze it all. So simple."
"Almost too simple. How come you can't get people for this?"
"We get many, but most are not suitable for one reason or another. Failing to experience orgasm is the primary reason for disqualification among women."
Jennifer laughed. "You don't have to worry about that with me. Just the sight of a guy's cock gets me, sometimes."
"Yes, I know," he said. "How's that?"
"In here, please," the psychology professor said, without answering her question. He pointed to a white room, so sterile and businesslike that Jennifer couldn't possibly feel uneasy about the experiment.
"What now?"
"Strip off all your clothes."
She glanced around. "Don't I get one of those dippy white gowns? Or a place to undress?"
"Our budget does not allow for such useless luxuries. Jennifer, you will be watched most closely-intimately-for the next week. I assure you I have seen naked women before. And I will be watching you engage in the most erotic and intimate of acts with another man. Seeing you naked means nothing to me."
Jennifer almost believed him. "What does get you off, Professor Angst?" she asked. His eyes widened and blazed with a cold inner light.
"Research. My research. I am good at it and I will be the foremost authority on sexual arousal of all kinds before I am finished!"
The young girl shrugged, saying, "Whatever turns you on." She began stripping off her blouse, feeling more than a little nervous about it. Then she smiled to herself. The professor was right. He'd be watching her through the mirrored window while she was fucking. Just seeing her naked was nothing compared to that.
The dark-haired coed trembled in the cold room as she tossed aside her blouse and stood naked to the waist. But Jennifer couldn't help herself from modestly turning away from the man as she began skinning out of her jeans. She wiggled her ass and got the tough denim moving down over the silky half-moons of her asscheeks. She wiggled a bit more and kicked free of the jeans. With a single quick move, Jennifer pulled down her lacy black undies and stood entirely naked in front of the professor.
Jennifer almost backed out of the experiment then. The man's eyes drank in her beauty in such a way that she felt like a bug under a microscope. He said nothing as he walked around her, eyeing every smooth contour of her lush young body. Slowly shaking his head, he finally declared, "You will do."
"Thanks," she said acidly. "I'm glad. Now can we get on with it? I'm freezing to death." "That wouldn't do, would it?" he said quietly. "All you have to do is stand with your legs parted. I shall attach the electrodes."
"Electrodes? You're not going to shoot electricity through me, are you?"
"Nothing of the sort. These record your body's responses and transmit it to my computer. That's all. After the conducting paste dries, you'll forget you have them on."
Jennifer said nothing as the man began stroking his hands over her tits. She felt her heart beating more fiercely. The way he cupped her ample tits made her think he was going to do something more than just attach electrodes, but he smeared a gooey paste over the tips of her turgid, throbbingly erect nipples and that was all.
Her nipples swelled with blood as he tweaked them. She gasped when she felt the cold paste smearing all over the pulsating nubbins. The man fastened a tiny wire to her nipple and then stroked down the conical surface. He squeezed Jennifer's other tit and applied a second electrode.
"The paste feels sort of icky," she complained.
"It dries quickly."
She shivered even more from the way his hands moved across her trembling belly. He pushed down lower until his fingers burrowed into her fleecy black pussy-fur. His fingers probed around and finally parted her cuntlips. He exposed her tiny little clit and smeared paste all over it before sticking on another electrode.
Just the feel of his hands so close to her burning hot cunt made her weak in the knees. She leaned against the table in the room, but the man didn't notice. He continued to stroke over her cunt-lips. Jennifer felt her inner juices leaking out and boiling onto the man's hand.
"Professor, can you hurry? I . . . I don't feel so good about this."
The psychology professor didn't even look up. He continued stroking his fingers over her cunt-lips. When his middle finger plunged all the way up into her pussy, she cried out. The girl was both frightened and turned on by what was happening. She hardly understood her own body.
Turned on? Frightened? These weren't the types of things she normally felt when a man was clinically probing her pussy. She had been to the gynecologist dozens of times and had never once been turned on by him staring down into her cunt.
But this was different. Professor Angst was a doctor, sure, but he was a different kind of doctor. And she couldn't get the memory of what she had seen before from her mind. Soon enough she would be flat on her back, legs up in the air and getting all the fat, hard cock she could stand. Her fuck-tunnel boiled with the idea of getting laid while the cold, aloof psychology professor watched.
"Hurry, Professor Angst, hurry, please. Ummmm, that feels so . . . " Jennifer couldn't bring herself to say good, but it did feel good. His finger working around inside her twat was divine. She was slowly working herself up to the point of orgasm. If he didn't stop soon, he would finger-fuck her to orgasm.
"I'm about done. I had to conduct a small inspection of your privates to make sure you weren't a virgin."
"What? Why?"
"Some girls will lie for the money, the grade, who knows why else. I must make sure that you are not only sophisticated but able to experience peak emotions during the fucking. Nothing less is acceptable."
The dark-haired coed shook her head and wondered how long it would take for the paste holding the electrodes to her most sensitive portions of skin to dry. A crinkly, itchy feeling made her want to stroke over her nipples and the electrode on her clit was going to be in the way of any serious fucking.
"Don't worry about them coming off," said the psychology professor. "I used epoxy. A solvent is necessary to get the electrodes off. Feel free to move anyway you desire. In there."
He pointed to a door at the side of the room. Jennifer shivered as she crossed the cold bare tile floor. And then she was in the most sumptuous bedroom she had ever seen.
Luxurious draperies hung from the walls, muffling sound. A mirrored ceiling reflected every movement in the room. The bed dominating the center of the room took her breath away with its sheer decadence. Heavy piles of pillows and velvet covers hid the bed. She quickly jumped onto the bed and felt the softness under her ass.
"Hey, this is fantastic," the dark-haired coed cried out. "I can't wait to . . ."
"Meet Jerry. He will be your partner for the preliminary encounter. After I have calibrated my equipment, the real experiment begins."
"You mean this isn't part of the experiment?"
"It is only a minor part," said Professor Angst. "I need to get your normal reactions to fucking before we can go on to more ... sophisticated techniques."
Jennifer furrowed her brow worrying over what the man meant and then it didn't matter any more. Jerry came over to the bed and stood there, buck naked. His prick jutted up from his crotch at a jaunty angle. All Jennifer saw was the thick, purpled knob on the end of his cock pulsing wildly. She felt her mouthand her pussy-beginning to drool at the sight. While he wasn't the best hung stud she'd ever had, he was more than adequate to take care of her rampaging sexual needs now.
The bed bounced as he came onto it. On hands and knees he approached her, his prick aiming directly for her gooey cunt. She lay back on the soft pillows, feeling the velvet under her naked ass. She opened her legs wantonly for him.
"Hurry," she said in a husky whisper. "I'm so damned hot I feel like I'm on fire inside. Take me quick. And make me really burn!"
He smiled and lowered his face to her belly. His tongue snaked out as he licked over her slightly domed belly, dipping down into the deep depression of her navel and then moving even lower. Jennifer lost the power of speech. Only tiny whimpers came from her lips when he reached the black fleece of her pussymound. His tongue probed down into the thickly furred mat, and then worked even lower.
She couldn't control herself at all now. The young girl shook as if she'd been caught in an earthquake. His tongue pushed across the glued-on electrode on her clit and plunged forth to sink into her cunt.
She came. There wasn't any holding back now. Her legs spread so wide that her knees were almost pressing into the bed on either side of her body. The dark-haired coed loved the feel of his rough, pink tongue working all over her turgid cunt-lips, but she needed more than this filling her.
"Fuck me, stud. Drive that pussy pleaser into my cunt. I need your cock so baaaaad!"
She almost came again as he moved up her body like a monkey climbing a tree. His hands touched all the right places and he kissed hidden spots on her body. When his cock-head banged into her puffy cunt-lips, she shuddered heavily. But the real thrill came when his hips shoved forward. His cock parted her cunt-lips and then surged all the way up into her hot pussy.
She screamed at the sudden penetration of her young, tender body. The sudden filling of her cunt with his prick made her feel as if he intended ripping her apart all the way to the chin. But when her resilient inner membranes began stretching to take his huge prick, she felt a lot better.
She felt more at ease-and hornier than hell. "Fuck! Don't just sit there, fuck me good. I need it moving inside me. Give my poor hungry cunt all the cock it can eat!"
He thrust deeper into her pussy, causing her ass to lift up off the bed. She ground her snatch down powerfully into his crotch. They were locked together in the most intimate embrace possible. The young girl's entire body trembled in response to the prick hidden inside her pussy.
Jennifer tensed and relaxed her cunt-walls around his buried cock, but she didn't get the kind of response from him she wanted. She needed him fucking her so hard that it felt as if he'd rip her in half with his fleshy sword of cock. Nothing of the sort happened. He was berthed in her snug cunt and nothing seemed to make him want to move.
Grinding her hips gave her thrills so intense she finally got off. The feel of his cock pulsating powerfully against her most sensitive innermost nerve endings was nice, but it could have been lots better if he'd gotten down to serious fucking.
"Move," she begged. "Get that cock moving inside me. Fuck me as hard as you can. I want you fucking me!"
The young girl thought she would lose her mind when he actually obeyed her. He pulled back, his cock making a lewd sucking noise as it leaped free of her cunt. The intense vacuum formed between her juicy cunt-walls and his cock was broken only when he slid free of her pussy-lips. But she didn't have the time to feel the emptiness inside her cunt-hole.
He lunged forward, his prick shooting between her blue-tinged cunt-lips. He thrust powerfully. His movement inside her made her cunt-walls contract in one huge snapping motion. They both gasped as she collapsed around his entire buried length of prick.
"God, fuck me like that more! I'm on fire inside. Fuck me goooood!" The movement he used now was designed to get her off in a hurry. He fucked using short, quick strokes. The power and speed burned and tore at her most sensitive flesh. Her cunt-lips tingled from the short, swift movement of his cock. The entire length of her pussy trembled at the mere touch of his prick. He rocked to and fro so fast that she felt carnal heat consuming her loins like a forest fire blazing through a wooded hillside.
"Oh, oh, AM!" she gasped. The orgasm smashed into her mind like a hammer blow. The dark-haired coed rocked on the velvet covered bed, grinding her ass down into the softness and experiencing the best come she could remember.
She soared high and then slowly drifted back to the reality of the situation. Opening her eyes, she managed to focus them on the ceiling. The sight of the man's hairy ass tensing and relaxing as he drove that monster prick into her cunt thrilled her even more.
Jennifer remembered the sight from the window while she'd watched the other couple fucking. Was anyone watching them now? A tiny shiver of anticipation passed through her. The tingling of the electrodes on her nipples and clit weren't a sign of people watching. She normally felt like this when she was getting a really first-class fucking.
Her fingers raked along the man's back, urging him to greater speed with his cock. The mirror faithfully reflected every single movement of his body and her fingers. She saw tiny red lines of blood appear on his back as she scratched with her fingernails. The sight spurred her on and made her demand even more from his prick.
"Fill me up good, dammit. Fuck me more. Faster, oh, sweet Jesus, fuck me as fast as you can with that cock of yours!"
Jennifer wasn't wholly rational now. The sight of her cunt being fucked in the mirror turned her on. The feel of his body pressing her down into the softness of the bed turned her on. The huge cock reaming out her tender, softly yielding young pussy turned her on.
Jennifer came again and again. She felt orgasm smashing into her and making her something more than just a college coed. She was transported and became a woman, a real woman, a woman able to enjoy all that life had to offer.
The hot rush of his jism into her cunt was almost a letdown for her. She felt the cum gushing into her aroused pussy, but she didn't get off on it. The dark-haired coed had wanted a longer, better fucking. Relaxing, feeling the warm afterglow from a climax, the girl smiled up at the man who'd been fucking her.
"Do I know you?" she asked dreamily. "I'm Jerry, one of Professor Angst's graduate assistants."
For a moment, the name didn't penetrate her sex-numbed mind. Then she remembered. Jerry. He was the one who'd blackmailed Mala into giving him a blow-job. She tensed a little and tried to move away from him but Professor Angst came into the room
"Very good, Jerry. I have all the proper baseline responses from her. And you did quite well, Jennifer. I am now ready to begin the real experiment."
"The real one?"
"Of course. I told you this was necessary to record your normal reactions to fucking. Now we move into the real experiment-seeing how you respond to pain and sexual abuse."
A coldness filled the young girl's body and paralyzed her. A voice inside told her she should have known better than to get involved in a scheme as mad as this. And now it was too late to quit. She was trapped.
Chapter Four
"What!" cried Jennifer, stunned at the psychology professor's words. She simply stared at Professor Angst, waiting for him to laugh and prove to her it was all a joke-and a bad one, at that.
"The real experiment can begin soon," said Professor Angst. "I am conducting research into pain and pleasure mixed together, things previously done only by the infamous Marquis de Sade. While you are being fucked, various tortures will be performed on your body."
"You're serious, aren't you?" said Jennifer, stuttering now.
"Of course I'm serious. Jerry, bring her along and show her just how serious we are about these experiments."
"What are you going to do?" the young girl demanded.
Jerry's strong hands pulled her from the bed. She struggled but found that he was too strong for her. And deep down inside she just couldn't believe that the psychology professor was telling her the truth. Full professors at major universities didn't entice coeds down into cellars and then torture and sexually abuse them.
Did they?
Jerry shoved her out into the window-lined hallway she remembered so well. Jennifer almost fainted when she saw what was going on in the other room. Mala's hands had been tied to a long wooden post in such a way that her arms were stretched out on either side of her naked body. The post passed behind her back and under her arms so that she couldn't work free of it.
She had been shoved to her knees and was being whipped with a short riding crop. Jennifer's eyes widened in horror as the man doing the whipping followed the frightened and injured girl around the room, herding her like an animal. Welt after painful red welt appeared on her snowy white tits as the man beat her. He lashed out and landed one stinging blow after another on her back and tits and belly, no matter which way Mala turned or struggled. Her mouth opened wide in agony. The thick soundproofing in the room prevented Jennifer from hearing her friend's anguished cries of pain.
"Why are you doing this?" demanded the young girl. She felt Jerry's hand tighten on her arm. She tried to pull away but he held her too closely.
"Why? Isn't that -apparent?" asked Professor Angst. "The idea is quite simple. There seems to be no difference between pleasure and pain. We are researching this odd fact and attempting to discover why. Your responses to pleasure, by the way, are the most intense we've discovered so far. According to my theory, you should respond most favorably to the pain we will inflict."
"Let me go! Now!"
"No, my dear, that's not possible," said the professor, shaking his head. He never took his eyes off the torture scene unfolding in the room behind the one way mirror. "You volunteered, you signed a contract. You will be paid and given your grade-in return for your cooperation in. the experiment."
"This is inhuman. It . . . it's like something out of a Nazi concentration camp. You can't do this!"
"I am quite serious about my work. And some of the earlier classic works in the field of pain research were done by Nazis. I have studied them carefully. They were bungling butchers."
"I'm glad to hear you say that," sighed Jennifer. "I thought you were going to praise them or something."
Professor Angst continued as if he hadn't heard her. "They were clumsy oafs. They lacked the finesse I bring to pain. They were crude while I am sophisticated in the ways of inflicting agony. And they had no real scientific basis for what they did. Yes, this will be an instructive experiment."
Jennifer felt a cold lump form in the pit of her stomach. It took her a few seconds to realize the psychology professor meant what he said. The sight of Mala being whipped like a dog convinced Jennifer this was no bizarre prank. The professor meant everything he said.
Professor Angst spun and stalked off without saying another word to the frightened girl. He seemed lost in contemplation of the pain he would give her.
She turned back to the room and watched in mute horror wondering how her brunette friend could bear such pain. Jennifer cringed as every single stroke of that wicked leather riding crop lashed across Mala's once-perfect white skin. She felt her own skin crawling and wondered if this was what was in store for her.
Jennifer turned to Jerry and saw the feverish look of interest in his eyes. He was turned on by the brutal whipping, not repelled by it like she was. The young girl shivered and wondered how she could possibly escape this cellar prison.
The hallway led up to offices above. But she was naked. If she went running around like
this someone would quickly catch her. But was that so bad? The cops would arrest her and take her in and she could tell all about this depraved experiment being done on campus. The president of the university should know about this.
"Jerry," she said, trying to keep her voice under control, "we can have a lot more fun than that. If you know what I mean. I can do things to this that'll make you feel real good." The dark-haired coed took his prick in her fingers and stroked along the limp length. She felt life stirring there.
Jennifer shuddered again, not sure if it was her fondling of his cock and balls that was making him hard or if it was the sight of Mala being so brutally whipped. When Jerry's cock was about half-erect, she jerked as hard as she could on it and kneed him in the groin. He let out a gasp and dropped to his knees. She didn't waste any time worrying about decency. Jennifer ran like a bat out of hell for the stairs and went up them three at a time.
But she found the door at the top locked. The steel plating gave the door the substance of a bank vault. Naked and hurrying, there was no way she could get through it.
The dark-haired coed gasped and flailed about when strong hands grabbed her ankles. She turned and fell heavily. Jerry had grabbed her and was firmly holding her down so she couldn't kick him.
"Bitch," Jerry snarled in a low voice. "I should teach you here and now not to fight. But I've got my orders. This is a controlled experiment."
"Jerry!" came Professor Angst's voice from the foot of the stairs. "Did she try to escape? I got a huge reading on the computer. It almost went off scale with the intensity of her emotion. It's everything I hoped for."
"Hoped for?" Jennifer echoed dully. "You mean you wanted me to try to escape?" "Of course," gloated the pschology professor, coming up the metal stairs to stand only a few feet from her. "I want to examine the entire range of emotions. Fear, pain, pleasure, all of them. Fear registered nicely. Those electrodes measure more than just how you feel from a fucking. Much more."
She tried to pull the electrodes off her tits. She screamed when the glue refused to give. Professor Angst laughed at her. "Those are epoxied. A very strong glue that binds well to the flesh. You'd have to use a razor blade to remove them. Literally you'd have to cut your skin off to be free of them."
"But you said there was a solvent."
He laughed again, more harshly. "There is, but you wouldn't want me using it on your tender skin. It'd burn your precious, satiny smooth skin and leave nothing but ugly scars."
"You lied!" she cried. "You lied about everything. You're a sadist. You don't want to do anything but torture us!"
"Not true. I'm a scientist. It's hard for a non-scientist to understand my detachment from the experiment. But I care nothing for you, my dear. Nor do my graduate assistants. They merely carry out my orders."
The psychology professor gestured with a twist of his head. Jerry pulled her back down the stairs. When they were in front of the window, Jennifer saw every single move of that degrading drama unfold in front of her. Mala was no longer being whipped with the riding crop, but she'd had a dog collar put around her neck. A silver D-ring in the front had a leash snapped onto it. The man was able to pull her around on her knees like some animal being taken out for a walk.
When the man turned around, Jennifer caught her breath and held it. She hadn't noticed him before. She recognized Dean, the graduate assistant who'd lied to her and had taken advantages of her troubles with the midsemester exam. He smiled as if he saw her and then turned his attention back to the chained Mala.
"This is an interesting part," said Jerry, close to Jennifer's ear. "He had prepared her just as I did you. Now he's whipped her and chained her to that post. She's quite helpless. And with the dog leash, he can make sure he keeps control."
"This can't be happening," the dark-haired coed said in disbelief.
"Now he sees if his softening will work. He's going to make her suck his prick."
"I suppose the electrodes were relaying all the horror Mala feels back to some goddamn computer."
"Of course. Watch, yes, there he goes. And he did it! He's got her sucking his cock after only ten minutes. A breakthrough in our programming technique."
Jennifer didn't want to watch but something inside forced her. She saw the horror on her friend's face as she moved her lips closer and closer to the twitching end of the man's prick. Dean moved a step back just as Mala tried to capture his cock with her lips. She almost fell on her face. Only a strong tug at the leash kept her from falling facedown on the concrete floor.
Dean moved around and finally positioned himself so that the people watching through the mirrored window would be able to see every sordid detail of the abuse. Jennifer saw Dean pull harder on the leash. Mala's head came down until her lips closed over the end of his bucking cock. And then the girl's cheeks went hollow. Jennifer knew she was sucking for all she was worth.
The young girl thought Mala might be trying to get the man off as fast as possible, in the faint hope this would end the abuse. But Jennifer thought different. She had guessed that the entire week would be filled with a never-ending series of torments while Professor Angst's hidden computer recorded every single twinge of pain and humiliation.
Mala's mouth worked more avidly on the man's cock as she got into this phase of the sucking. She licked up and down the sides of his shaft, her eager tongue pressing in all the right spots. She kissed and licked to the hairy sac containing his balls.
A darting tongue poked against the side of his ball-sac and felt the nuts trapped inside in the lead-heavy jism boiling around. With a mouth both soft and demanding, the chained, beaten and abused young coed sucked in the balls and lightly gnawed on them. The whole while she was tonguing and sucking on the man's nuts, the leash was kept pulled tight around her neck.
Jennifer saw her friend's tongue push the balls from her mouth. She returned to the side of the heavy shaft of his prick. Licking and kissing, she went back to the cleft head of his prick. A tiny, bright drop of pre-cum beaded at the piss-slit. Mala's tongue scooped up that drop and savored it for a moment-until the leash tightened around her throat and almost choked her.
She turned red in the face as she strangled. "Stop him!" cried Jennifer. "He's killing her! You can't let him do that to her!" "Wait and see what happens," said Jerry. "If it's like the other experiments we conducted, she'll suck his cock better than ever. We haven't figured out why. Sort of the same reason hostages end up loving their kidnappers, maybe. It's called the Stockholm Effect and has been observed throughout the world." "That's absolutely sick," said Jennifer in a choked voice. She couldn't take her eyes off the scene unveiling in front of her. The way Mala avidly sucked on Dean's prick wasn't natural. Sure, the girl liked giving head, but the lustful expression on her face chilled Jennifer to the bone.
Mala liked being humiliated and forced to give this blow-job. And in spite of all that, her tongue leaped out and danced all over the tip of the man's quivering cock. That rough, pink tongue stroked and caressed the hot stalk of cock-flesh as if it were the tastiest thing in the
world and she couldn't get enough of it.
Her cheeks went concave under the suction she applied to the knobby tip. When she sucked, she smiled around the thick plug of prick. Jennifer wanted to look away. The red welts on her friend's tits and back glowed with an inner light that must have been painful.
But Mala didn't notice. If anything, it seemed that the pain made her suck even harder.
Jennifer wanted to run, to turn away, to think about something-anything!-else. She couldn't. It was as if she were rooted to the spot. Being bare-ass naked as she was convinced of her own vulnerability. She had started this experiment thinking it would be a lark. She was a healthy, lusty college coed. Being paid for fucking over a week vacation and thinking it was helping science had seemed like paradise to her.
Paradise had turned into hell.
She felt Jerry's prick rising behind her, pressing between the meaty half-moons of her asscheeks. Jennifer moved away and found her tits pressing into the cold glass of the window. She was sandwiched perfectly, unable to escape. She couldn't even close her eyes and avoid the sordid scene of her best friend being forced to suck cock.
"You'll like this even more when you're the one in the room," said the graduate assistant behind her.
"I'll hate every second of it," she declared hotly.
"Then why's your cunt already damp? Your cunt-juices are leaking out and making you a liar." His hand reached around her supple waist and grabbed down hard on her pussymound.
The young girl moaned and involuntarily leaned back into his body. She felt his prick parting her asscheeks and plunging into her humid ass-cleft. But his hand moving over her cunt did the trick. She gasped out when his middle finger stabbed out and dipped into the wet well of her cunt.
He began finger-fucking her, his finger moving slowly at first and then with growing speed and determination. She felt as if her whole world had been destroyed. All her moral values were going up in smoke. Things she had believed for years were turning to ash.
She shouldn't be hot to fuck now. Not when she knew what this whole obscene experiement was about. But Jennifer couldn't convince her pussy of that. It drooled lewdly at the thought of being forced to suck cock like Mala was doing in the mirrored room.
The finger stretching her cunt-walls to the breaking point was tormenting her sexually, and she was enjoying it. She was trapped between Jerry and the glass. She couldn't possibly escape him-and yet she wanted more of his finger inside her cunt.
"Fuck me," she moaned out in a low, tortured voice. "Go on and fuck me. God, I need you inside me with your prick. Not your fucking finger, but your prick!"
Jerry laughed at her. "Not yet, baby. This is just to keep the pump primed. The real experiment begins when your friend's finished with her discipline session."
Jennifer almost wished Mala would finish sucking off Dean so she could get into that room. It was sick and stupid on her part. She didn't want to be beaten with- a riding crop or have a dog collar snapped around her neck. She didn't want to be treated like an animal.
And yet her pussy churned and frothed out even more of her fuck-juices. She couldn't control the flood of passion gushing from her twat. She needed to be filled with hard-fucking cock. Nothing less would do. Even if she had to put up with all the pain and humiliation, she wanted cock.
The thought jolted the young girl. What if she wanted the pain and abuse and the fucking was only secondary? She tensed up. Jerry moved just enough to ram his cock into her asshole. He didn't penetrate her but the motion made her gasp.
Her tits flatted against the cold glass. Her nipples pulsed hotly and tried to explode with the passions mounting inside her body. Her nipples tried to expand and found nowhere to go. The dark-haired coed wanted to back off but the man behind her had other ideas.
"Just watch as your friend sucks cock," he ordered. His hands held her firmly around the waist. She shuddered every time his hips made a convulsive thrust forward. The thick head of his prick never quite entered her shit-chute, but the attempts kept her wired up and tense.
The sight of Mala's lips caressing and sucking around Dean's prick revolted Jennifer. And in spite of that revulsion, she got off when Jerry's middle finger in her cunt was joined by two other fingers. Those three worked hard against her slippery pussy-walls. The friction and pressure got her going and then the combination of his cock between her asscheeks, the sight of her best friend being face-raped, and the fingers fucking her cunt all made her come.
She gasped and tried to crawl right up the wall as the ice-and-iron grip of climax seized control of her young body. The dark-haired coed shuddered and her entire body felt as if it were on fire. But she still didn't understand why she was getting off so strongly now. She was lost in the wonderland of sex that she had always thought before came from long, slow, passionate fucking.
Now the coed wasn't so sure. She was coming-hard-from being forced to watch another girl degraded. The sight of Mala being face-fucked should have turned her off. Something inside her made her respond fully to it, though. And it horrified Jennifer.
"She's just about ready to get him off. Look at the expression on her face," said Jerry. "She loves it. See the way she works harder when Dean jerks on her leash?"
It was true. Mala sucked harder and used her tongue faster every single time the graduate assistant jerked on her dog collar. His hips were levering in and out now, sending his thick cock into her mouth with increasing power. The girl took his prick and actually appeared to want more. It didn't seem to matter to her that she was chained to the wooden rod or that she had been brutally whipped. All that counted was sucking cock.
Her master's cock.
Jennifer cringed when Dean's prick jerked with the spurt of jism. The man pulled his prick out of Mala's hot, sucking mouth and came all over her hair and face. The girl eagerly attempted to get as much of that jism into her mouth as she could. Most of it caked her once lustrous hair.
Jennifer was sick but she also came. The feel of the fingers fucking her cunt, the sight of the man's fountaining prick, the way Mala looked, everything conspired to get her off. Even her helplessness being pressed into the window by Jerry's prick added to her illicit arousal.
She came and came and came and hated herself for it. And Jennifer realized this was only the first act. Worse treatment was in store-for her.
Chapter Five
"Take her into the room, Jerry," came Professor Angst's anxious voice. "I can't wait to see how she responds. She's been giving out the highest levels of arousal of any of our specimens so far."
"Specimen?" cried Jennifer, outraged. "Is that all we are to you? We're only guinea pigs to be used in some horrible sex experiment!"
"My dear," said the psychology professor patiently, "you make it sound so sordid. It is for science, I assure you. If I wanted to get my kicks, there are other ways of doing it. You personally would have gone to bed with me in return for a good grade in any of my classes. No, Jennifer, this is for science and science alone. We must examine human responses to pleasure and pain."
He motioned into the now deserted room. Jerry shoved Jennifer in and slammed the door behind them. That sound made Jennifer feel more alone than she'd ever felt before. She was cut off from the rest of the world. On her own, she couldn't possibly cope with the seriousness of her predicament. Jerry was going to do the same hideous things to her that Dean had already done to her best friend.
"I won't suck your cock," she said in a menacing voice. "If you try to make me, 1'11 bite your cock off! I swear it!"
"Don't even think of doing that," said Jerry carefully. "We have ways of preventing such disobedience to our commands." He went to a rack on the wall and took down a long, black leather whip. He uncurled it and snapped it a few times in the air in front of the frightened, cowering coed.
She cringed back as the whip's tip licked across one of her turgid nipples. The surge of pain into her body was almost enough to make her faint.
"Don't worry," said Jerry lightly. "It won't pull off the electrode. That epoxy glue is strong. I'd have to cut off your tit before that electrode would be disturbed."
"I was worrying more about my own skin," she said, beginning to edge around the room. She didn't have the slightest idea what she wanted to do, but she knew that standing in one place wasn't safe. She had to keep moving and keep Jerry off balance.
It didn't work. His whip snaked out and wrapped around one of the dark-haired coed's slender ankles. A quick jerk landed her on her ass. He pulled harder and forcefully dragged her across the rough concrete floor.
When he towered over the frightened young girl, the whip still painfully curled around her slender ankle, he said, "You insist on being difficult. I must take more stringent measures against such things or I'll be chasing you all the time."
Jennifer tried to kick him in the balls with her free foot. He avoided it easily and trapped her ankle in his strong hand. A quick twist and the graduate student rolled the young coed over onto her belly. With both her feet being held almost at waist level by the man, she was virtually helpless.
Jerry moved with lightning speed to drop down between her legs and grab her arms. He pulled her hands up over her head and quickly handcuffed her. The cold metallic clicks as the bracelets closed painfully on her wrists made Jennifer shudder and realize she was truly his prisoner. Nothing she could do would allow her to escape the clutches of Jerry--and Professor Angst.
"Don't do it to me, Jerry. Please!" she begged. "You can let me go. Honest. I want out of the contract. It can't be legal, it just can't be!"
"It can and it is. And I won't let you go." He surveyed her manacled hands with approval. He allowed the naked girl to get to hands and knees. She wobbled a bit since her wrists were so tightly chained together. Jennifer tried to widen her knees and then figured out what that would look like from Jerry's point of view.
She would be opening her pussy to him, spreading those tender cunt-lips as her thighs parted. And her ass would be white and inviting as it jutted up into the air. But she had little other choice. She could simply lie down, but the concrete floor was cold and would cut and abrade her soft tit-flesh. Already the rough concrete brutally cut into her palms and knees. She didn't want to make the pain any worse than it was now.
Trying to rise to just her knees proved harder than she anticipated because Jerry held her head down.
"I like you in this position. Just like a dog. I think I might fuck you like a bitch in heat. But first you have to be paper trained, don't you, you untrained bitch?"
"What are you talking about?"
She shrieked with pain as the rolled-up paper hit her across the ass. The surprise was as much a part of the punishment as anything. But her ass-flesh burned from the impact. The man kept swatting her with the rolled-up newspaper until she tried to get away. She trotted on hands and knees away from him. "Stop it. That hurts!"
"It's supposed to. Go piss on that paper in the corner of the room."
"What?"
Her only answer was the rolled-up newspaper hitting across her dangling tits. The paper smashed into her tits and mashed them flat for a moment. Pain lanced up into her chest and robbed her of breath. In that short time while she struggled for air, Jerry managed to hit her on the ass several times. She almost wished he would use the whip on her. That wouldn't be quite as demanding as being treated like a disobedient puppy.
She trotted forward until she came to the spread-out newspaper he had indicated. But the dark-haired coed simply couldn't believe he actually wanted her to piss on the paper like he'd said. She couldn't believe it until he continued hitting her tits and ass with the harsh paper. Large red areas of bruised flesh were tingling. She felt weak and pitiful inside. "Do it!" he cried. "Piss on the paper!"
Jennifer had no other choice. She did as he commanded her. She pissed on the paper, feeling so humiliated she didn't know what to do afterward. But if she'd been abused before, she came to realize the worst was just beginning. Jerry grabbed a handful of her luxurious black hair and forced her nose down into the smelly puddle of piss.
"This is the spot where you'll always piss and shit," he told her. "Smell it. Remember it." Strong hands at the back of her neck forced her face down toward the paper.
She tried to keep her nose out of her own piss. She failed. Jennifer almost vomited but Jerry let her up just in time. She felt a surge of gratitude for the man and his charity toward her. He could have been much harsher and wasn't.
Then the young girl realized she was totally wrong. She shouldn't be feeling gratitude toward him. He was the one forcing her to do all these terrible things. She should be hating his stinking guts, not thanking him. She should be thinking of ways to escape his clutches. Didn't prisoners of war have a code where they had to escape from the enemy concentration camp? Jennifer decided she had to escape, no matter what the cost.
This was war.
But the chained, abused girl couldn't keep it out of her head that he had been merciful to her and that she had to please him to keep him from really abusing her.
"Out here," he commanded. "Into the center of the room." He slammed the rolledup newspaper into the palm of his hand a few times to tell her what she'd get if she didn't obey. When she did, he put a bowl of water
down in front of her and said, "Good doggie. Good little bitch. You can drink now." "You bastard!" she-raged. "You cocksucking faggot motherfucking bastard! How dare you treat me like this! You don't have any right at all to . . . "
She almost drowned when he shoved her face down into the water. She sputtered and eventually subsided. He finally allowed her to surface, gasping for air.
"Don't talk back. Do as you're told and you'll be rewarded. Fail to obey and you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?"
"I hate you," the young girl shouted. "God knows how much I hate you and that awful Professor Angst! I'll see you both in jail for this! You're violating my civil rights!"
"You shouldn't say things like that," said Jerry sadly. "I must now punish you. I must discipline you with more than the paper." He took down the whip from the wall rack again and lashed out at the chained Jennifer. The leather tip stroked across the smooth curve of her ass, leaving behind an ugly red welt.
To the girl, it felt as if acid had been poured on her white skin. She shrieked in agony and tried to run. away. Jerry had so conditioned her that she didn't even try to get to her feet. She just raced around the room on all fours, just as a whimpering dog might do.
When Jerry had finished crisscrossing her ass with whip-welts, he stopped and asked, "Are you going to say things like that again, bitch? Or do you want more discipline?"
"I ... I won't," she sobbed, the pain making her mouth the words. She knew that he'd stop whipping her if she didn't annoy him any more. Jennifer didn't want anything in the world more than for the pain to go away.
"Very good," he agreed. "And now since you're being such a cooperative bitch, I am going to give you a nice reward. Come over here."
She went over to where the graduate assistant stood, hesitant and worrying that he might be lying. But Jennifer had nothing to lose. She was already handcuffed and forced to move around like a dog. The room was locked and she couldn't hope to escape it. Besides all that, she still had the monitoring equipment attached to her clit and nipples. Professor Angst could track her down electronically as long as they were fastened to her most sensitive flesh.
"Good," said Jerry, and she almost smiled. Jennifer recoiled in horror when she realized she wanted to please the man. Her tormentor dropped to his knees behind her, his hands stroking over her burning, whipped ass. "I'm going to give you your reward now. You will enjoy it."
She shuddered as his hands cupped both of her asscheeks and began squeezing down on them. The tortured, whipped flesh trembled but the movement of his fingers actually aroused her. He wasn't going to hurt her. He had already told her that. She had pleased him. He was going to give her some of that pleasure now.
Jennifer groaned even more when she felt the long, hot shaft of his prick poking down into her ass-crack again. The hot cylinder of cock-flesh dipped lower and lightly brushed her tensed asshole. She moaned and wanted him to fuck her up the asshole.
"There!" she cried. "Fuck me there!" "No," he said quietly. "I don't think so. Perhaps later, if you're very, very good. Right now, I'm just going to mount you like a stud dog would fuck a bitch. I'm going to show you how good it can be obeying me as long as you're an animal."
His cock slid past her asshole and worked down to her trembling cunt-lips. The puffy flaps guarding her cunt-hole fluttered in response to this attention from his prick. It was so much different being fucked like a bitch in heat than it was spread wide and wanton on the velvet-covered, overly soft bed that Jennifer hardly recognized the similarity in the sensations.
This was lustier, more vital, more alive somehow. And she wanted his prick more than anything else in the world. He had promised her a reward and this was all she could have hoped for. The young girl wanted it. She wanted his prick badly!
"Fuck me!" she pleaded. "Drive it all the way up into my cunt. Give me all your cock!" His hands stroked over the reddened halfmoons of her ass. He levered his hips forward, sending his prick racing into the pink, cradling dampness of her cunt-lips.
The electric surge into her loins almost brought the dark-haired coed off. Never had Jennifer been turned on this fast by the movement of a man's cock against her pussy-lips. In it, yes, but never from just the promise of it entering her raging hot cunt.
"Fuck meeeee!" she begged. "I need it so baaaaad!" She put her head down on the cold concrete and reached back between her legs with her handcuffed hands. She found the graduate assistant's balls dangling down under the long spike of his prick. She tugged at his balls and felt them churn and boil inside. Reaching higher, she captured his cock and pulled it directly toward her cunt-hole.
The man laughed delightedly and she knew she was pleasing him. For some reason, giving him pleasure was the only thing she could think of. Nothing less would do her. The bound coed pulled harder and positioned her own ass so that his plum-tipped cock was right in the center of her glistening pussy.
"Fuck me," she called out. "Drive that prick all the way up my pussy. It's where I want it nooooow!"
Jennifer gasped in surprise as he rammed into her pussy. The sudden penetration took away her breath. One instant, she was all hollow inside and hungering for the cock she knew would come eventually. The next instant, she had all the prick she could stand. In this position, he was able to bury himself impossibly deep in her twitching, avidly awaiting cunt.
His huge girth pushed her cunt-walls to the breaking point. But she felt those inner membranes quickly expanding to take his mighty pillar of cock. The prick danced around virile and strong in her tightly gripping cunt for almost a minute, as if he wanted to savor the heat boiling from her guts.
And then he began fucking her so fast she felt her teeth rattle under every single impact of his body against hers. This wasn't a slow, easy, gradual fucking. He went at it brutally, giving her his all-out best. She felt his cock ripping and roaring along her fuck-tunnel, warming her belly with friction. The full length of her cunt contracted mightily as she came.
Jennifer heard the man grunt as her pussy snapped down and powerfully squeezed on his hard-fucking prick. But he didn't slow down. Her slick cunt-oils allowed him to slide out easily enough, in spite of the way she was trying to clutch at his virile prick and hold him inside her with her pussy-muscles.
"More," the dark-haired coed begged. "Give me more!"
He fucked her so hard that she felt the skin rubbing off her cheek as every single slamming movement into her cunt pushed her entire body along the concrete floor. She reached back and massaged his balls while he fucked her like a dog. She loved it. In spite of the beating and the humiliation and all the rest, Jennifer loved it and couldn't get enough.
She came again.
This time she triggered the man's climax with her convulsing cunt-walls. He pumped wildly into her hot, tight pussy. His prick reamed her out good, the fuck-juices leaking out around the thick plug of his cock. As her entire body tensed up, his prick jerked hard and shot out the creamy white jism locked in his balls.
The searing gush of his cum set her off again. The young girl loved the feel of his hairy thighs rubbing into her whipped ass. The feel of the concrete cutting into her flesh made it lustier, better than ever. And the superheated surge of his jizz set her off with the biggest orgasm of her young life.
The instant that gooey spurt blasted into her eagerly awaiting pussy, the man pulled out. The second and third spurts and remainder of his white hot cum squirted out onto the young girl's back and trickled down her spine.
But Jennifer didn't care. She almost got off on this degrading behavior on the man's part, too. Everything-anything-he did was okay with her. As long as she could get more prick like that, she would be happy.
When the afterglow of a good fucking wore off, Jennifer wasn't quite so sure of herself. She realized the hopelessness of her situation and panic set in.
Chapter Six
Jerry left the room and Jennifer simply laid full length on the cold floor, wondering what was going to become of her. She wanted to cry at the humiliation the man had heaped on her. He had actually treated her like an animal!
But tears refused to come. She felt too confused for crying. She wanted more of his prick-and that wasn't the response she thought she should have after such a brutal torture and rape. Jennifer wanted to hate Jerry, to strike out at him and give him the same kind of hurt she felt. But the emotion simply wasn't inside her. He had done terrible things to her and she didn't hate him. If anything, she wanted more of the abuse he dished out.
The young girl managed to get to her feet. With her hands so securely chained, she lacked real freedom of movement. Walking around the tiny room didn't give her any cause for hope. The door was securely bolted from the outside. The single mirrored window in the room was too thick for her to break with her bare hands and, naked as she was, she didn't have much in the way of resources. The few implements around the room were mostly whips and iron rods.
The dark-haired coed shuddered at the thought of what those iron rods might be used for. One of them was discolored as if it had been thrust into a fire. A branding iron. She quickly moved away from it and tried to think of more positive things.
The thoughts didn't come. Escape was impossible. And every single spark of emotion she felt was transmitted out the electrodes glued to her nipples and clit, sent directly into Professor Angst's spying computer. She didn't even have the privacy of her own emotions.
Jennifer banged hard on the door and called out, "Let me go! I don't want to have anything more to do with this goddamn experiment!" No answer came from the outer world. It was as if she had been buried and forgotten. She hammered harder on the door but got no satisfaction.
The feeling of being abandoned hit her worse than the humiliation. She might be left here forever. Who'd know she was locked inside this cell? No one had been told where she was going. Over the spring break most of the college students headed south for the orgies in Fort Lauderdale. All her friends would think she had migrated down to those beaches for some of the hot and heavy beach action.
The only person who'd know better was Mala, and she was somewhere else in this subterranean prison, sucking cock or being fucked or having some other indignity thrust on her.
For the first time since coming to Professor Angst's experimental lab, the sheer helplessness of her position hit Jennifer. She sank down and huddled herself into one corner of the room. The young girl wanted to cry again but the tears still refused to flow. The shock of what had happened to her smashed into her brain and left her entire body feeling numb.
She looked up, startled, when Professor Angst came into the room. He closed the door behind him, cutting off any chance she might have for running past and getting into the corridor beyond.
"Professor," she begged, "let me go. I thought your experiment was like the one you showed me. I didn't know you were going to do . . . this!" The coed felt a catch in her voice. Tears were near.
"Nonsense, the experiment is just beginning. I have the normal readings from your clitoris and have added only one further experience to it. I must have more data. And you will supply it. Now!"
As if on command, both Jerry and Dean came into the room. Jerry's prick was still limp and dangling between his legs like a garden hose. But Dean's cock was stiff and ready for action.
In other circumstances, Jennifer would have taken this hard-on as a compliment. Now it meant further humiliation and possible rape for her.
"Not the dog collar," she blurted out. "Don't do that to me. Please, I'm begging you not to put that damned thing around my neck!"
"Your fame precedes you, Dean," laughed Professor Angst. "Don't worry, my dear. He won't put such a thing around your neck. I have other, more interesting experiments to conduct with you. Your responses have been phenomenal. Really first rate. Hang her up. By her hair."
Jennifer sat in her corner and stared openeyed at the two men as they came for her. She had heard what the psychology professor had said but it hardly penetrated her dazed mind. Her body wasn't really in bad shape yet physically. The few times she had received the rolled-up newspaper across her ass and tits hadn't hurt her much. The pain had been brief and fleeting. And it had sparked her hidden desires for a real fucking, which she had gotten.
But to be hung up by only her hair was barbaric. She didn't want any part of it.
As soon as Dean reached for her, Jennifer dodged and ducked under his hands. She ran to the center of the room, crying out, "Keep your filthy hands off me. I saw what you did to Mala. You won't do anything like that to me! I'll fight!"
"Good, do it," said Jerry, moving in on her like one of a pack of hunting dogs. "I need some action to get back my hard-on."
She tried to kick him. He easily captured her leg and held it under his arm. With her hands shackled in the metal bracelets, she was helpless. If he pulled the least bit on her leg, he would topple her over onto the floor with brutal force. Dean came in from the other side and grabbed a handful of hair on both sides of her head.
"Ouch! Watch it! Let me go!"
"String her up, man," said Jerry. "I like the way she's kicking but, I want more action than stroking along her leg. Even if it is such a nice leg."
Again Jennifer felt the oddly mixed sensations in her body. The dark-haired coed knew she should be feeling frightened-and she was. But mingled with it was the feel of the graduate assistant's hands sliding up and down the inside of her tender leg. Every time he came close to her cunt, a tiny electrical surge of desire volted into her cunt. His stroking warmed her inner thigh and made her hot for more than just fingers near her pussy-lips.
She didn't know what to do or feel. And then Dean jerked hard on her hair and pulled her up onto tiptoes. Jennifer's one leg was still trapped under Jerry's arm, but she had to stand in a straining position because of the way Dean fastened her hair to a beam overhead. He took a handful on the other side of her head and fastened it to the beam almost a foot from the first knot. When he was finished, Jerry released her leg.
Jennifer found herself standing on tiptoes. Either she had to endure the almost immediate agony caused in her calves and thighs or she had to swing free suspended only by her lustrous black hair. The pain in her scalp would be more than she could bear. She reached up to relieve some of the pressure on her hair. Neither of the men moved to stop her.
She instantly found out why.
Dean moved in from behind, his prick parting her meaty asscheeks just as Jerry's had done. But this time he wasn't aiming for a rear entry to her pussy. His cock blasted hard against the tightly held ring of her pinkly fisted anus. She screamed in agony as he tried to sink his unlubricated cock all the way into her shitchute.
"That huuuuurts!" she bellowed. Everything in her body hurt. The young girl didn't know what hurt worst. The way her hair tugged at her scalp sent vicious twinges of pain all the way down her neck and into her shoulders. But her legs were cramping from trying to stand on tiptoe like she was. And the anguish of being ass-raped like Dean was doing added to her troubles. She felt nothing but pain and misery and wanted to die.
"Let me alone!" she pleaded.
"She wants to be left all alone," said Dean in a mocking voice. "I think she needs company, lots of company."
"Lots of company?" asked Jerry, looking at his prick. It slowly jerked aloft until it was almost half-erect. "I think she might want my poor little friend to keep her company." He moved forward and kicked her feet wider apart. For a second, the dark-haired coed was suspended totally by her hair.
Jennifer blacked out from the waves of intense pain. When she came back to the reality of her torture, she felt Jerry's half-limp prick being shoved into her twat. The limp cock pulsed slowly and throbbed against her most sensitive flesh. Even as she hung there she felt his prick stiffening more and more until it filled her cunt.
Her pussy trembled around the hard and throbbingly virile cock inside her. She tensed and then relaxed, realizing that he was going to fuck her and there was no way in hell she could prevent it.
"All hard and ready to fuck," sang out Jerry. "How are you doing, back door man?" "Working on it," replied Dean.
The young girl found out what Dean meant right away. The blunted knob of his prick poked harder into the tight ring of her asshole. She kept her anus tight to prevent any prick from raping her ass. But it was a losing battle. In spite of the pain and humiliation of being strung up by her ebony hair and then fucked in this bizarre manner, she wanted his prick.
Jennifer loved the feel of his hands moving slowly over the smooth, whipped curves of her ass. He kneaded the doughy half-moons of her asscheeks and then pulled hard at them. She thought Dean was going to rip them off her body. The young girl tensed and moaned out her agony, then relaxed as he allowed her buns to close together again.
As the strung-up coed relaxed, the man's prick raped fast and hard into her asshole. She felt his cock plunging deep into a private hole where no man had gone before. He fucked into her ass and then stopped, his cock pulsing hotly in the girl's tightest passage.
"Please," she sobbed, tears finally flowing. "Don't do this to me. B-b-both of you in me at the same time's too much. You're t-t-tearing me up!"
"Isn't that a shame," grunted Jerry insincerely. "She doesn't like both of us inside her at the same time. But I love it. It feels damned good to me."
"I can feel your goddamn cock pressing into mine right through her guts," said Dean, shaking his head in agreement. "And hot! Damned if she's not just about the tightest ass I ever fucked."
Jennifer hung between the two men, sobbing and wishing she were dead. Her whole body ached and her scalp was beginning to feel the real strain of suspending her entire weight. The places where her hair had been tied to the rafter overhead throbbed and pulsed hotly, sending lances of pain down her neck and into her throat. Even her tits hurt from the way they had strung her up.
But the young girl was still so confused she didn't know what to feel. Both cocks inside her body at the same time made her tremble and moan with real lust. They filled her to the point where her guts felt as if they would explode. But the young girl loved the feeling.
A single prick wouldn't have given it to her. Two did.
"Please," she begged them, knowing it wouldn't do her any good. "Stop it!"
The graduate assistant banging away at her asshole grunted in disagreement. "No way, and I never heard of a chick who didn't get off on getting ass-fucked. I think she's just being contrary for the hell of it. Maybe she's a prickteaser at heart."
Jennifer didn't know what she was. The feel of Dean's prick moving in and out of her asshole made her think his cock had been dipped in some sort of acid. It seared her tender flesh and made her rectum feel as if it were being eaten up by millions of fire ants. But Jennifer knew that under other circumstances she would have been begging him to ass-fuck her faster.
The feel of his prick slipping in and out of her pussy did give her the most pleasure of all the things happening to her. She didn't get off on the pain in her neck and shoulders, nor did the coed like the way they had handcuffed her wrists together. Those two things made her completely helpless, yet that helplessness allowed her to really get into the fucking.
She couldn't stop them. She was chained up and dangled from her long black hair. All she could do was endure what they were doing to her. And as she concentrated on the movement of their pricks in her tight cunt and ass, she got off.
Jennifer hated herself for it, but she came anyway. The young girl knew that this was a sure sign to the two raping graduate assistants that they were doing things to her that she couldn't resist. She didn't want them continuing their ass-raping and pussy ravaging ways, but she couldn't hold back the flood of her seething emotions either.
Swinging slightly, dangling entirely from her hair, the girl felt the racking waves of orgasm blasting through her tender young body. The way her pussy contracted around the cock up her would have been exquisitely pleasing under normal circumstances. Now it was only part of the whole package.
"Shit, she's crushing my cock," gasped out Dean from behind. "I felt her entire asshole clamp down on me. It was like fucking into a guillotine. It's fucking great!"
The man increased his speed, driving his prick harder and deeper into her asshole. The dark-haired coed couldn't stop herself from bending forward as much as she could from the waist. This shoved her ass back into the circle of the graduate assistant's crotch. His cock sank an extra half-inch up into her flaming hot asshole.
Grinding her hips rubbed her well-whipped assflesh against his hairy thighs. This sent new and surprisingly wonderful sensations of joy into her loins. The cock, the hairy legs, the feel of his hands gripping at her meaty asscheeks all got her off again.
"Let's do this right," said Jerry, sweat pouring off his face and dripping down his chest. "You in, me out. Then we reverse. That way we can keep her going for a long time."
"I'm already in," grunted Dean. "I'll start pulling out now. You get your prick all the way into her cunt as soon as I'm fully out."
As Dean spoke, the two men acted. Jennifer thought she would go mad from lust when the pricks changed places in her guts. The hot length of prick slid from her asshole until only the thick head remained in the tight ring of her sphincter. But at the same time Dean was retreating, her needy pussy was being stuffed full of Jerry's hard, wonderfully virile cock.
"Please, I'm on fire inside. Why are you doing this to me?"
"The experiment," panted Jerry. "The experiment! We want to give Professor Angst the best possible readings, don't we?"
He bent forward and started licking at her tits. She felt his rough, pink tongue slither down the side of her left tit and stroke through the deep canyon between her boobs. The wires sending the signals to Professor Angst's computer twitched and tingled and made her feel even more arousal. When the graduate assistant worked his way up the other tit and found the nipple with the electrode glued on it, she came.
Jerry sucked in his breath as Jennifer climaxed. The girl vaguely realized that her pussy-walls were convulsing powerfully around his buried cock and giving it the thrill of a lifetime. But she was past caring about that. The pain and pleasure these two men gave her mixed into a dose of sensation so powerful she couldn't keep from coming again and again.
"Gotta back away," muttered Jerry, his cock already leaving her pussy. She moaned in horror at the loss. It seemed to be the only thing she had that could offset the pain she felt in her wrists and shoulders and head. The hair on her head felt as if it would pull loose at any second.
But the two men worked together well as a team. As Jerry's cock left her pussy with a wet, lewd sucking sound, Dean's raced up into her back. She felt that cock pulsing hotly against her raped bowels, every contour of the cock feeling as if it were branding itself into her soft flesh. The filled feeling grew and the darkhaired coed exploded once more in orgasm.
"She's chopping off my goddamn cock," protested Dean. "I know, dammit, I know it! Every last goddamn time she comes, her asshole smashes down on me. The entire length of my prick's being hammered flat. God, talk about tight and hot l Her asshole is the tightest and hottest!"
Jennifer barely heard the graduate assistant's words through the roaring of her own pulse. It pounded like ocean surf in her ears. She thrashed around, but she was too firmly held in place by the bonds of her own hair and the twin spikes of the men's pricks.
Twisting and grinding her hips, she got even more stimulation from the dual fucking. The girl's body seemed poised on the pinnacle of ultimate human pleasure. In spite of the horrible things they were doing to her, in spite of the pain she felt, in spite of knowing she was a prisoner to be sexually abused, Jennifer got off powerfully.
"Can't hang in there any longer 1" cried out Dean. The dark-haired coed felt his prick growing inside her. Tensing her asshole around his cock proved impossible. The thick fuck-stick began fucking her with all the power and lust locked up in the man's hips. He slammed repeatedly into her pillowy ass, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her softly yielding asshole.
She cried out in pain. He ripped and tore at her now. But when the hot rush of his jism filled her bowels, it was almost a relief. His prick began to deflate and gave her some respite from the filled to overflowing feeling in her guts.
All that remained to torment her was Jerry's prick. And even he had begun to fuck her more forcefully, corkscrewing his way into her pussy. She felt every single inch of his cock lifting her up into the air. She didn't think it was possible when he pulled her entirely off her feet.
For an instant, the young girl swung free, her cunt filled with his mighty cock. Her entire weight was suspended on his hard, quivering prick as she swung backwards. And then he pulled free of her cunt again with the same lewd plopping sound. She gasped as he broke the vacuum formed between her pussy-walls and the piston of his cock.
"You're tearing me up inside. And my head! I can't stand any more. I hurt all over. Stop it, stop iiiiit!"
He fucked faster. Her words fell on deaf ears. She tried to reach out and grab him, to shake him and make him stop torturing her like this. The coed didn't know for sure, but she guessed that the hidden Professor Angst was getting a computer full of data from her ravaged, raped cunt and asshole in that instant.
Her entire' body quivered like a raw nerve ending. Every single stroke of the man's prick into her seething hot cunt pushed her just a little closer to total madness. The pain and pleasure flowed through her body, mixing strangely. She didn't know whether to come or cry.
Jennifer did both.
And then came the liquid gush of the man's prick as it emptied itself into her twitching pussy. Her cunt-walls contracted and gripped hard at his buried length, squeezing down on it and getting the most sensation possible.
Jennifer came and came and came. By the time the young girl's orgasm had passed, the man's cock had turned limp and had dribbled from her cunt. She hung by her hair, pain her only companion now. The thick juices from both graduate assistants' cocks leaked from her asshole and pussy and ran down the insides of her thighs, drying and caking.
Crying hardly seemed adequate for being raped up the ass and cunt. But it was all the dark-haired coed could do, tied up by her hair and chained the way she was.
Chapter Seven
"You are an excellent specimen, my dear," Professor Angst told Jennifer as he paced around the cell.
"Go to hell! I hate you more than words can say!" she cried out. The dark-haired coed felt nothing but emptiness inside. She was a hollow shell that had been plucked of all emotion. She said she hated him but there was a void in her that refused to respond to the horror of the situation.
"Nonsense, you love what we're doing to you. I have the read-outs to prove it. The more pain you feel, the more intense is the pleasure you experience immediately after. It is exactly what I wished to discover."
"You're giving me pain and calling it pleasure? You're sick. You're a sadist. You can't do this to me. It isn't fair. This is the United States, not Russia. We have laws against things like this."
"The contract," he gently reminded her. "You signed it without coercion. I don't think the courts would believe you in any case, but you did sign and you did indicate you realized the sexual nature of these experiments."
"You're torturing me. And not only me, you're torturing Mala, too. And probably lots of others."
"Torture is a bit strong," the psychology professor said mildly. "I prefer to think of it as scientifically induced pain to further enhance the pleasure response."
"Call it what you want-you're a bloody butcher!"
"Nonsense," the professor repeated, smiling beatifically. "I don't enjoy seeing you in pain, but it is necessary if we are to learn as much as possible from this phase of the experiment."
He walked around her. Jennifer lost sight of him when he went behind her. The two graduate assistants hadn't bothered to get her down. Her hair was still firmly fastened to the rafter high over her head. The way her leg muscles knotted convinced the young girl that she would soon have to swing free and suspend her entire weight from those two hanks of hair. Jennifer already knew intense pain from her shoulders. The strain of hanging even part of her weight from her hair was about to kill her. Any more and she would pass out from agony.
She jerked when she felt his hand lightly brush across her well-whipped asscheeks. He cupped her buttocks and squeezed. She moaned softly. There wasn't any pain. The redness had died down in her ass a long time ago. But the way he was fondling her back there did odd things to her inside. In spite of herself, the young girl felt her pussy begin to churn again.
Juices leaked from between her puffy cuntlips and washed away some of the dried jism on the insides of her thighs. And the more Professor Angst stroked and worked his fingers over her doughy ass-flesh, the more turned on she got.
"Please, Professor Angst, you don't have to do this to me. Let me go. Please!"
"I'm not hurting you. Quite the contrary," he said, running a quick finger along her puffy cunt-lips. The tiny flow of juices from her twat lubricated his finger to a glass-like slickness. That light, feathery touch on her sensitive pinkly scalloped cunt-lips made her gasp in surprise and delight.
She tensed and cried out as lightning bolts of delight leaped along her nerves. Her pussy contracted strongly and a rush of frothy fuckjuice boiled out of her cunt.
"No, you're not in pain. I think you're very close to another orgasm. The instruments will record that. You're ready for the next part of the experiment."
"Let me go, Professor. I was just kidding
about telling the cops. I won't tell anyone, honest! I won't even tell them about Mala." "After the experiment is completed, it won't matter who you tell, my dear. No one is likely to believe you," he said, increasing his pressure on her ass. He tried to mold the flesh into a pattern more acceptable to him. But every time the psychology professor let go of the half-moons of asscheek, they sprang back into their former smoothly curved shape. Jennifer thought this was the worst torture of all. She loved it. She couldn't say a single bad thing about it. Her loins were hungry for more cock and the way he played with her ass indicated that she might get what her cunt needed so desperately.
"Fuck me," she ended up sobbing out, hating herself for being so weak. "I need all the cock I can get!"
Pain meant little to her now. The hollowness in her cunt overwhelmed her completely. She had to feel a man's virile cock fucking hard and hot into her to get the kind of satisfaction she wanted. The way Professor Angst had been fondling her ass had turned her on too much.
"I think more electrodes are called for. But these will be a little different from the others. These won't measure. These will shock. Brutally."
She felt the cold conducting paste being applied to spots between her legs. Long wires were connected to both of her cunt-lips. Other wires were shoved all the way up her asshole. She groaned in pain as she felt the jagged tips of the wires raking against her recently fucked bowels.
"Yes," said the psychology professor, "that should be sufficient. Unless you think I should add more. To the earlobes, perhaps."
"No, no, not there," the dark-haired coed sobbed out. But Jennifer realized that Professor Angst wasn't talking to her. He spoke to some unseen aide outside the room. Probably either Jerry or Dean. They would be tending the computer console while the professor made his first-hand inspection of his victim.
Jennifer couldn't think of herself in any other way. He was giving her pain and she couldn't stop him. The metal bracelets of the handcuffs cut unmercifully into her soft wrists. No amount of struggling would ever free her. She couldn't hope to reach the knots holding her hair firmly to the beam over her head. She was helpless and totally at the mercy of this mad scientist.
What scared her the most was the knowledge that he had no mercy in him. He was doing all this to her in the name of science.
That seemed to justify everything to him. "I'll do anything you want," she gasped out, the pain almost too much for her. The way his hands stroked continually over her asscheeks made her swing gently. She was dangling again only by her hair.
"You'll do whatever we want, anyway. But I think the time is right to cut you down." She heard scissors snicking and felt her hair suddenly give way. She tumbled to the floor in a heap. The young girl saw the strands of her once-long, lustrous hair falling around her. Professor Angst had cut her free of her bonds.
"My hair!" she groaned. "My lovely hair. How could you!"
"You wanted down. But now it's time for you to earn your keep. Both Dean and Jerry are sporting hard-ons. Suck them off!"
"Never," Jennifer snarled. Now that the immediate source of her pain was gone, she felt better. She regained the power to defy the psychology professor.
"Oh?" he said mildly.
She wasn't prepared for the electric shocks she received. Both the wires hooked onto her cunt-lips gave her a jolt that made her feel as if her insides were being cooked in a microwave oven. Another electric jolt caused her to part her legs and peer between her thighs. She couldn't see any burned spot from where the electrodes were zinging her, but the pain was intense.
When the electrode buried up her asshole fired, she passed out. Cold water cascading on her face brought her to her senses again. The dark-haired coed was crying openly now, not even trying to put up a fake brave front. They had her totally in their power and pretending otherwise only led to more intense pain.
"Don't shock me again. My pussy-lips are on fire! They burn! Don't shock me again. Not there. I can't take any more of it."
"Then you should get up onto your knees and give head to my two graduate assistants," said Professor Angst. "This is the next portion of the experiment."
She hastily obeyed. She had to if she wanted to avoid the pain they could give her through the electrodes placed on her cunt-lips and up her ass. That particular one was the worst, the frightened girl thought. It felt as if her insides were being fired by the current when they switched it on. She would do anything they wanted now. The pain was too much for flesh and blood to withstand.
"Suck cock," ordered the psychology professor. "I'll be monitoring from the other room. Do a good job, my dear. Don't disappoint my assistants."
Both Dean and Jerry stood in the doorway
smiling at her. Their cocks weren't hard but they were twitching into slow erection. The frightened young coed judged that they would be stiff enough for a real fucking in a few minutes.
But that wasn't what Professor Angst had told her he wanted. As much as she personally wanted a cock filling her cunt, giving her pleasure to erase the memory of all the pain she was receiving, Jennifer knew she had to suck off both graduate assistants.
The two men approached slowly, parted and came at her from different sides. Each held his cock in his hand, as if she could take it and stuff it into her mouth. With her hands securely handcuffed the way they were, Jennifer couldn't possibly reach out and take both of those cocks at the same time.
Obviously, they expected her to do just that. Dean motioned and she almost passed out again when the searing electricity tortured her cunt-lips. She felt her pussy explode as the wire up her ass filled her with soul-rending voltage.
Strong hands held her upright. And a cock was shoved between her weakly fluttering lips. She gasped and sucked on it like a man drowning fights to get air into his lungs. This caused the cock to stiffen almost instantly. She found the long, hard, pulsating length of prick shoved almost balls-deep into her mouth.
Gagging, trying to get away, Jennifer turned her face and discovered another cock. The other man shoved his prick into her mouth. No matter how she turned, she couldn't ever hope to escape having to give them both blow-jobs.
She twisted and turned and tried to elude those cocks fucking in and out of her lips. She failed. No matter how the dark-haired coed spun around, the men were faster. They kept her going, her soft, velvety lips closed around both cocks.
When they began face-fucking her in earnest, the young girl wanted to die. But as long as the electricity in her asshole or along her cunt-lips didn't come to torment her, she could survive.
The frightened coed sucked. The girl began using her tongue to excite both those pricks and immediately found herself being turned on, too. She teased one of the crowned, cleft heads with the tip of her pointy tongue, then quickly switched to the other man's prick. She cradled her tongue under the most sensitive portion of his cock as he stroked in and out of her face.
"Shit," Jerry cried out. "This chick can give head, too. She's not like the other one. This one has a mouth that knows the score."
"Gimme some of that mouth love, baby," said Dean. His hips swung faster and his cock
fucked in and out of her face with long, potent strokes. His hands laced through the shorn locks of her once-lovely black hair. He grabbed as much of a handful as he could and jerked her face into his crotch.
The scared girl felt her nose burrowing into his fragrant bush, but more importantly, the rubbery tip of his prick bounced off the roof of her mouth and shot down into her throat. She gagged then.
Jennifer loved sucking cock and had taken many men all the way down her throat. But she could hardly handle this situation. She was frightened and abused and hurt all over. Starting a real deep-throating didn't seem right to her. Savagely jerking free of the man's grip on her hair, she fell to the floor, panting and gasping for air. The entire length of her throat burned from the way he had fucked down into it.
"That's not the way to get us off," observed Jerry. "Up on your knees and suck us off. Or else."
The pain lancing up into her cunt from the electrode buried in her asshole brought her up swiftly. She couldn't stand that pain. It somehow hurt her in the most intimate and sensitive of all possible places. As long as Professor Angst kept triggering that electrode far up her shit-chute, he had her in his complete domination.
She sucked for all she was worth. She wanted nothing more than to get this sordid business over with. Jennifer's lips clamped firmly around Jerry's prick. She teased and tormented him, actually beginning to enjoy the degradation a little bit. The taste of his prick was a reward for her. She loved the way cock tasted and stimulated her tastebuds.
Her mouth watered as she sucked harder. When he began face-fucking her, she took his cock. Her tongue played with the tiny piss-slit at the end and the bitter drop of pre-cum that beaded there told her he- was ready. She used her tongue faster now. She sucked so hard her cheeks went hollow under the suction.
The girl was rewarded with a mouthful of jism. But before Jerry's cock had stopped spewing out its tasty load, Dean moved in and started face-fucking her. With both cocks in her mouth again, the coed's lips were pulled to the breaking point. Both men were well enough hung that it was difficult for her to get them into her dank, sucking mouth.
After Jerry's cock died and limply dribbled from her mouth, it was easier. She sucked and gave all the attention she could to Dean's prick. The man used forceful, mouth-raping strokes as he rammed full-tilt into her face. But the girl didn't care. She was actually beginning to get off on it. As long as the darkhaired coed didn't have to withstand the soultearing pain in her asshole or along her cuntlips, she could take anything.
She thought.
When the graduate assistant's cock went slack in her mouth, Jennifer thought that was all she had to put up with in this part of the experiment. The girl found out how wrong she was. Just as she sat back on her haunches, panting and licking Dean's cum from her lips, she saw a huge German shepherd trot into the room.
For a moment Jennifer was confused and didn't know what the dog was doing there. Then it hit her. They wanted the dog to fuck her. It had to be. They wanted to abuse and humiliate her in all possible ways. They had called her a bitch, and had fucked her like a dog and she had loved it.
Now she would be on the receiving end of a real dog's prick. Jennifer didn't think she was going to like that at all.
"What the hell are you doing?" she cried out. "Get that dog away from me!"
The electricity jolting through her cunt-lips put her flat on her back in pain. Second and third jolts made her spread her legs wantonly. She didn't want to do this, but the pain never let up until she was in the position the psychology professor wanted.
And then the dog moved in on her.
The frightened coed tried to push it away. The dog only lapped more eagerly at her pussy. The most terrifying part of this for Jennifer was the feel of that rough tongue on her electricity-punished cunt-lips. She liked it. More than liking it, she loved it.
The weakness surging into her loins came from desire. She sighed and leaned back on the cold concrete, no longer able to control her body. Professor Angst made her do terrible things to avoid the pain. But once she got into the proper position, some horrible inner drive caused her to go through with it.
She found herself wanting to be fucked by the doggy-prick.
"Ummmmm, please, oh, that tongue! It's inside me. Oh, lap my cunt juices good, lap them all up!"
The dog continued to snuffle around, its cold, wet nose pressing into her hot skin. It looked up and barked once, as if asking if she really wanted its prick shooting off inside her pussy.
Jennifer held out her chained hands in mute invitation to the dog. The cold cement under her body provided a firm surface. She lifted her hips off the ground and the dog immediately moved up. Its paws were on either side of her hips. It hunkered down and shoved forward.
Jennifer screamed when that dog-cock drove between her cunt-lips and shoved all the way up into her juicy twat. She needed this. No matter how humiliating, she needed this animal fucking her. The feel of a prick-any prick-moving inside her somehow took away all the hurt she had received. She could lose herself in the wondrous sensations now beginning inside her pussy.
"Goddamn, I never saw a chick get off on being fucked by a dog like that.. She's so damned hot she'll fuck anything," one of the graduate assistants said.
The other responded, "The way she sucked cock should have told us. I guess the professor's really putting the electricity to her."
"Hell, no. Look at the expression on her face. She wants the dog to fuck her. He isn't turning on the electricity at all. This is another major breakthrough in our conditioning program."
"How kinky," said the other.
Jennifer heard their voices as if they were millions of miles away. All she knew or cared about was the feel of the German shepherd's cock against her cunt-walls. The long, slender pink prick didn't fill her up like a man's would, but the way the dog had started hunching more than made up for it.
The dog's coarse fur rubbed along her softer skin and thrilled her. The feel of the tip of its cock wiggling inside her gave the girl a sensation no man's prick ever had.
And when Professor Angst turned on the current and gave all three of the electrodes power, the shock really set her off. The coed came as hard as she ever had. And her orgasm simply wouldn't die down. Everything fed it and kept her soaring on the winds of total ecstasy.
Jennifer knew this was the worst thing that had ever happened to her. She was being fucked by an animal. And she was being tortured into enjoying it. Or was she? The girl sobbed bitterly, knowing that she was feeling the pain from the electricity, but the pleasure was coming from within her.
She wanted that dog's cock in her cunt. She wanted it!
And knowing that made her come again. The dog growled low in its throat and fucked her cunt even faster. It had felt the surge of electricity through her cunt-lips and through the thin inner membrane separating its fucking cock from her asshole.
When the dog spurted out its jism, she hardly noticed. She was convulsed with still another come. The dog barked loudly, then backed away, confused. It might not have fucked a woman before. And from the puzzled expression on its face, Jennifer wondered if it even enjoyed it.
She sank back to the cold concrete, feeling the roughness cutting into her whipped ass again. But it no longer mattered. The darkhaired coed felt she had been abused as much as humanly possible. After sucking off the two graduate assistants under the threat of punishment of being jolted with the hidden electrodes and being fucked by a dog, Professor Angst couldn't do anything else to her. She was positive he had done his worst. Jennifer was wrong again.
Chapter Eight
"So fucking tight!" gasped out Jerry. "Gonna come. Can't keep it inside me much longer."
His balls had tightened into a hard little sphere dangling under his long prick. When the graduate assistant started butt-fucking the dark-haired coed, the jism locked inside his body began to boil. The churning tumbled his balls and made him feel like a pressure cooker.
As he drove his needy cock into the chained girl's ass, the heat and friction worked their magic on him. Never had he found a hotter hole to fuck. His entire cock was surrounded by fuming hot female flesh. Her very body was trying to melt him down into a puddle.
And the friction of his prick against the bound girl's rectum sent tremors all the way down into his balls. It was getting harder and harder for Jerry to keep that fiery tide of cum from blasting out and into her shivering asshole.
When the graduate assistant came, he was going to give the dark-haired coed the sexiest enema of her life.
He wanted to make certain he got his rocks off in a big way. But more important to him was the placement of the wires on the coed's lithe young body. Professor Angst insisted that every single moment of this ass-raping had to be recorded on the computers. While Jerry enjoyed this a lot, he knew future enjoyment in other experiments required him to takethe time to give the psychology professor all the information his computer could handle. To do that, Jerry intended to really come. No little dribbly come for him this time. This was going to be big!
Twisting and turning as he fucked the girl's upturned ass caused his prick to respond mightily. It grew until he was pressing insistently into the tight tunnel of her asshole. Swollen with lust, that cock filled her completely and made her groan in both pleasure and pain. Her asshole was closing down around his prick like a hangman's noose when his hips exploded in a frenzy of fucking.
Then, as he drove balls deep into her seething hot asshole, Jerry came. His balls jerked once and then he erupted. His white-hot jism geysered out and into her ass.
Jennifer might have come when he did. He couldn't tell, but he knew that Professor Angst's computers would have it all perfectly recorded electronically. Every green-lined squiggle and jerk would go into its memory banks. But that didn't matter to him. He felt nothing but contempt for Jennifer now. Sexually, all those young girls enjoyed anything with a cock. He was just claiming what was his by right. The professor's experiment was only a good dodge as far as he saw it.
Jerry straightened and looked down at Jennifer. Chained, her hands firmly secured to her ankles so that she was forced to crouch with her ass jutting up into the air, she looked vulnerable, weak, completely beaten. The red crisscrossing on her ass from where Dean had whipped her still glowed warm and fresh.
Jerry reached down and ran his hand down the smooth half-moon of her asscheek. The flesh trembled and she tried to move away. The wires glued to her clit and tits prevented it. He stepped on the chain linking her ankles and this positively stopped her forward progress.
"Don't run off," he said. "This phase of the experiment is just getting under way." "Stop it," the dark-haired coed pleaded in vain. "I can't take any more of this. Look, I'll do anything if you let me go. Anything!" The fear and panic in her eyes were seen by the graduate assistant. And he knew that Professor Angst was seeing it all, too.
Ht looked down at her remembering her tight cunt and asshole. Her slender legs were knotting from the impossible position she was chained in. Her perky tits flopped around under her chest and moved just right to turn him on.
He glanced down at his soft cock. It would be some time before he got another hard-on. He looked at his useless prick, then at the bound girl. He smirked. The job he'd done on her was a masterpiece. Her cunt and asshole were visible from all over the room. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't escape him. With her hands bound and her ankles chained as tightly as they were, Jennifer wasn't going anywhere.
The feeling warmed him in a decidedly unscientific manner, making his cock stir a bit. This surprised Jerry. Never had a chick made him hard again so fast.
His prick jerked about halfway up and then trembled. It was still too soon. But even so, he knew it wouldn't be much longer before he could fuck her again. Seeing all those goodies spread wide in front of him, he was going to have a hard time choosing which hole he'd fuck first.
Her cunt? It was tight and looked inviting. The pinkly scalloped inner pussy-lips fluttered out from her dark-furred outer curt-lips. He could see the wet hole with its velvety walls and clutchingly tight muscles beckoning to his prick. He enjoyed the feel of her juicy pussy all around him, squeezing down and massaging his prick, but that wasn't what Professor Angst wanted him to do next.
The dark-haired coed's tight asshole held promise. But he'd just finished shooting his creamy load of jizz up into her bowels. The coed's rectum would still be whitewashed from his jism.
Her mouth was a possibility. Jerry remembered how she had sucked both him and Dean off at the same time. The girl knew how to suck cock.
Or maybe he could fuck her tits. They were crushed flat by her legs right now, but he could take care of that by lengthening the chain a bit. The relief in the girl's young, lush body would be tremendous. She'd hardly notice when he gripped her tits, pulled them together into an artificial twat and then fucked through them. She might even like it.
But he decided against that. The wires glued onto her nipples would definitely get in the way. And Professor Angst wanted her humiliated, in pain, made to suffer even as she was being fucked. It was vital to the next phase of the experiment that she be totally degraded and reduced to a quivering blob.
He couldn't decide and didn't want to take the time to talk it over with the professor. He was supposed to be learning how to conduct experiments as a graduate assistant, after all. He had to take the initiative. Should he use the whip on her again? Stuff her cunt full of cold iron and then fuck her up the butt? All those seemed to be worthwhile things to do to her. His cock stirred again at the thought of what he might do to this cunt still chained up on the cold concrete floor.
"Please, let me go," Jennifer begged. "You've done all you can to me."
"I have, eh? Well, let me show you a thing or two more so I'll change your mind."
He picked up a coat hanger from a nearby rack. Using the long, stiff wire across the bottom, he applied it to the dark-haired coed's upturned ass. A fiery red welt appeared on her snowy white flesh.
Continuing to whip her with the coat hanger, he soon produced a vivid red network of welts over her ass. The marks glowed with an inner fire that stirred something inside him. He had to give her more of this!
Every time the coat hanger fell on her tautly stretched ass-flesh, the young girl winced. The pain was tremendous. She didn't know why she didn't pass out from agony. The spanking she'd gotten earlier was mild compared to this. The warmth of the whipping had spread through her ass and made her hidden nerves respond more fully to the fucking he'd given her.
Or had that been Dean? Jennifer couldn't remember. It hadn't been Professor Angst. Or was it? The whole brutal scene shifted treacherously around her. She couldn't keep a thing lodged in her brain. As soon as a thought formed, pain drove it out. She ached up her cunt and ass, and her shoulders and legs ached so it made her want to cry.
And her once-lustrous, long hair was chopped off with a pair of scissors. The only good thing about getting her hair cut like that was no longer being dangled from the rafter overhead. But Jerry and Dean and Professor Angst made sure she never had a chance to recover from her abuse. They always heaped more on her.
Taking turns helped them and hurt her. She hardly knew or cared who currently whipped her ass. And the pain!
It was driving her out of her mind. The entire lower half of her body burned. When Jerry began applying the coat hanger to the tightly stretched muscles on her upper thighs, Jennifer fainted. But she regained consciousness in a few seconds after the man threw a bucket of icy water over her naked body.
"I'll do anything!" she sobbed. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I know you'll do what I want. Trussed up like you are, you don't have any choice. But this? I'm doing it because it turns us both on. Don't deny it. The professor can verify the fact you're getting hot from my whipping. The computer doesn't lie."
Jennifer cried out even louder. What he said was true. It did turn her on. Words caught in her throat. Even when the graduate assistant stopped whipping her with the wire coat hanger and lightly touched her legs with his hand, she flinched. The touch was similar to having acid dropped on her flesh.
He wanted to humiliate her for the psychology professor. And Jerry was doing a damn good job of it. No matter what he did, it couldn't remove the memories of this whipping. The ass-fucking had been bad; this was worse. Being chained up and then fucked-raped!-had seemed the worst thing he could do.
Then he had done it and Jennifer found she loved every second of it. That made it all the worse for the dark-haired coed.
She was finding out the depths of depravity that Professor Angst and his assistants would go to. They were unable to slow down or let her rest. Her very presence seemed to goad them on and make them more perverted and intent on doing awful, obscene things to her. Jennifer fleetingly thought of Mala and then her mind blotted out her friend due to fear. Jerry moved toward her again.
"See my cock? It needs some of your mouth-love. Suck my prick!"
He thrust it over her mouth. Jennifer could barely reach his flaccid cock with her tongue. She strained upward, her neck muscles knotting in pain. Jerry moved away. Not much but enough to keep her struggling upward.
Chained as she was, this extra stretching ripped her muscles apart. He seemed to delight in the girl's attempts to suck on his prick. And Jennifer knew that the computer recorded her frustration-and her arousal at being mistreated like this.
She finally managed to suck in his limp cock. Her tongue whirled around the purple tip until it started growing in size. The cock was about the size of her thumb. It rapidly doubled until it pressed firmly against her ruby lips.
He moaned. She began sucking even harder on his prick. If she could only get him off again, he might leave her alone. And it might be a long time before either Dean or Professor Angst came to abuse her.
Her tongue worked overtime. It darted here and there, touching, stimulating, caressing, until he was fully erect again. His long cock danced with lust inside her mouth. The taste of it made her breath come faster.
Looking into the graduate assistant's tangled bush, the girl saw how her hot, gusting breath made the mat of pubic hair twitch and wiggle. It was as if some erotic hurricane blew through it.
Most of all, though, the young girl felt pain. The muscles in the back of her neck had tightened to the point where she could barely hold up her head. The strain across her shoulders sent knives of pain jabbing down into her upper arms.
And being bent double as she was didn't help her circulation any. Her cunt was still gaping widely with her legs spread and chained and she couldn't reach up with her hands as long as her wrists were securely fastened to her ankles.
If it hadn't been for the tasty prick she sucked so avidly, she could have died of shame then and there.
That long, meaty prick kept her sane. The taste of it made her mouth water. She wanted more of it. Her tongue weaved an erotic pattern all over the thick, bulky head. She played with the tiny flap of skin hanging down under the cleft head. And when she tried to stuff her tongue all the way down the tiny piss-slit at the end, the man groaned loudly.
"Damn, you got the suckingest mouth I ever saw. Keep doing it to me. Love the way your tongue moves on my cock."
The way his prick bounced and jerked, she knew he wasn't lying. But it was an easier command to give than to obey. Her neck muscles failed her. Jennifer had to collapse down and rest her forehead on the cold concrete floor. It simply wasn't physically possible for her to keep sucking his cock, no matter how much she wanted to.
Jerry screamed out his rage.
"Bitch! Cock-teaser! You play with my prick and then you stop when you want. Well, baby, it doesn't work like that around here. I'll show you!"
He began whipping her again with the wire coat hanger. When it bent around her curvy ass, he dropped it and picked up a broad leather strap. The thick leather formed huge mountains of welts on her bare, unprotected ass-flesh.
The room filled with the sound of the strap striking her unguarded skin. Where once the wire-caused welts had been, now there were huge, wide bands of ugly flesh produced by the strap. The graduate assistant seemed to have gone berserk. He couldn't stop whipping the defenseless dark-haired coed.
Jennifer began to cry. Her entire body was one huge agony. Her tits hurt where the tops of her thighs brutally crushed them. She would have moved but she was too firmly chained double on the floor. Her hands had long since gone numb from lack of circulation due to the chains cutting into her wrists. And her middle was permanently creased.
Jerry didn't stop whipping her with the leather strap. The broad whip began to draw blood. She felt it trickling from the wounds on her once snowy white ass.
The sight of the blood spurred the man on. He became a machine intent on giving pain-and nothing else.
The one thing the teenager could never get out of her mind was the thought that all this was being dutifully recorded by the spying psychology professor in the other room. The wires on her clit and nipples tingled as more and more electricity surged from them.
Jennifer managed to look up at Jerry. It seemed to her that he was only doing a job. But his cock told how excited he really was. His prick jerked at full erection. He was getting a sexual change out of beating her senseless.
And she understood the feeling. What he was doing to her was the must humiliating experience of her young life. No matter that she'd been degraded in bizarre ways before, chained and whipped by the men, deceived into fucking and then swung to and fro by her hair. Every time Jerry whipped her, it was an odd, perverted combination of pleasure and pain she experienced. Jennifer hated him and loved him at the same time.
Suddenly, the graduate assistant stopped. Taking his prick in hand, he moved behind her crouching, chained body and jammed his cock into her lewdly gaping cunt.
She felt his prick shoot all the way up her fuck-tunnel. The entry was so quick that it took her totally by surprise. Jennifer shuddered, then felt the familiar stirrings of lust deep inside her loins. No matter what he did to her, the girl's cunt was always ready for cock.
He began fucking her. There was no technique to it. He simply stuffed his prick in and then pulled it out as fast as he could.
The young girl didn't care. Her body throbbed with pain. And pleasure. It helped erase all the things he'd done to her before. The feeling of goodness spread throughout her belly as he continued fucking her. His cock spread her pussy-walls and smeared her thick inner juices all around the mouth of her cunt-hole.
She could almost believe this was an ordinary fucking. Shutting her eyes and blotting out the pain, concentrating only on the good feelings of his cock fucking deep into her pussy, Jennifer imagined she was in bed with the best of her many lovers.
Then she felt his prick slip from her twat. Jennifer realized that this was no fantasy. The slight tingles of the wire glued onto her clit reinforced that sordid reality. She was being raped for the benefit of some perverted experiment!
"Ungh! I can't take any mooore!" she shrieked as he stuffed his prick back up her asshole.
Her tiny anal sphincter had clamped down hard when the graduate assistant had begun fucking her cunt. With the suddenness of a summer storm, he had pulled out and smashed into her ass.
Pain filled her universe once again. Gone was the faint beginning of pleasure Jennifer had felt. Now there was only a red sea of pain.
He was abusing her again-and loving every second of it.
Only her hatred for Professor Angst and his diabolical experiment kept her going. She wanted to kill him worse than any other person in the whole wide world. Nothing simple. She wanted lots of pain to go with it, pain to show him what he was doing to her young, tender, chained body.
"You like this, don't you, you silly cunt?" "I hate you!" she screamed. "And I hate Professor Angst!"
Jerry's only reply was a laugh. She knew then he wasn't going to stop humiliating her. Never. She might have signed a contract for a week of this, but she knew then she could live to be a thousand and he'd still be around making her feel like warmed over shit.
She tried to accept the anal rape. The friction built in her loins. The man's cock was stirring all the right emotions, but she was so drained physically and emotionally she could no longer respond properly. Only pain greeted his driving cock as he plunged into the heat of her ass.
The puddle of sweat on the floor under her spread. Her entire body was covered with perspiration. Trying to get away from Jerry wasn't possible. The chains didn't allow it. She was helpless. Whatever he-and Professor Angst-wanted to do to her, they could.
With a lewd, wet plop, he pulled free of her asshole. Standing up beside her, he looked down menacingly.
"Suck on it again. I want to feel your lips sucking off your own shit."
He shoved his prick down into her mouth. Jennifer turned her head away, but his fingers savagely tore at what was left of her hair. It was less painful to suck his cock-shit and all.
The teenager licked and sucked and soon had the graduate assistant's cock bucking with
intense desire. It wouldn't be long before he blew his wad. She could tell by the way his cock expanded under her tongue's caresses.
The swollen length of his prick managed to grow even more as she teased the hot tip. The purple head spread wider and the wild jerking increased until she could barely keep his prick between her lips.
She wanted to bite his cock off, but she had been warned against that. The wires fixed to her body would relay her intentions. She had to remember she was completely under Professor Angst's control. He could make her do anything he wanted. And if she refused or made any trouble, he was in the position of punishing her severely.
He might stuff the wires back up her cunt and asshole. She didn't think she could stand that driving, searing inner pain again. Putting up with Jerry was bad enough, but that electrical discipline was more than she could take.
Jerry's hands brutally gripped at her tits and threatened to pull the hard nubbin of nipple off. Hope surged for a moment. Jennifer thought Jerry was removing the wires. But he was only turning more and more animal like as his lust mounted. She wished she could get him off in a hurry. The teenager was beginning to fear for her life.
Up to this point, Jerry had been content with playing mind games. Everything he'd done had hurt bad, but the pain wasn't too intense. Sure, she hurt, but she could live with it.
Now he was beginning to enjoy seeing the blood flow. Her ass was well-brutalized by the leather band. She still felt the thick red blood clotting on her asscheeks. And Professor Angst was allowing his graduate assistant to do all this. He had to approve. Jennifer just hoped his precious computer recording of her agony was all fucked up.
But things never worked that way. She knew deep down inside that everything was being faithfully recorded. And that made the young girl feel even worse.
Jerry's cock stiffened, then jerked hard. His hips went wild and he began stuffing his cock into her mouth, face-fucking her.
This was it. She sucked hard. She had to milk him of every drop of his tasty cum. It was small reward for all she'd put up with, but it was better than nothing.
But Jerry denied her even that tiny pleasure. He yanked his prick from between her lips, then jetted his jism into her face. Spurt after creamy spurt of his jism splattered onto her cheeks and eyelids. When he had matted part of her hair, his cock simply collapsed.
He had come in her face, not her mouth. He had cheated her again.
The next thing Jennifer was aware of was Jerry's voice saying, "Right, Professor Angst. I'll be in in a second. Let me get my pants on." He started to leave.
"Wait!" Jennifer cried piteously. "You can't leave me like this."
"You want more? All right. But later. Maybe Dean will service you. Whatever Professor Angst wants."
Whatever the psychology professor wanted, she thought dully. He totally controlled her life now. Whatever Professor Angst wanted, she got. A week suddenly seemed like an eternity to her.
Chapter Nine
Jennifer didn't think they could do any more to her. She tried to itemize all the awful things Professor Angst had done but she couldn't remember them. They were too hideous. Besides that, the pain in her wrists and ankles was growing by leaps and bounds.
The links of the harsh steel chain fastening, her hands to her feet cut brutally into her tender flesh. Ugly purple bruises formed on her skin where the heavy links pressed. She tried to get out of the crouching position and found it almost impossible. All the darkhaired coed succeeded in doing was to fall onto her side.
The cold concrete was rough-and comforting to her wounds. She rolled onto her back and pressed her ass down onto the floor. The soothing coolness outweighed the slight pain she got from the roughness. But with her legs up in the air, pulled in to her chest, she felt the most vulnerable she had since Professor Angst had brought her in for the experiment.
Still Jennifer couldn't do anything about it. As long as she remained chained up, she was at their mercy. And all three men had amply demonstrated they didn't even know the meaning of the word.
Sobbing bitterly, she simply laid there wondering what they would do to her. What more could they do? This horrible experiment couldn't go on much longer.
They'd ass-raped her, fucked her pussy, tied her up by the hair and then hacked it off, whipped her, chained her and made her feel like shit. There wasn't anything else they could do.
She hoped.
"Ready for the next phase, Professor Angst," said Dean, coming into the room. Jennifer shivered, wondering what that might mean. Every time they'd mutter about "next phase of the experiment," they'd done something even worse to her.
"Proceed," came the psychology professor's disembodied voice. Jennifer guessed he still watched her responses. The wires glued onto her nipples and clit had to be giving out signals that would delight the sadistic professor.
"All right, baby, on your knees again," commanded Dean.
"Go to hell."
"You're not allowed to talk like that, especially to me," he said in a quiet voice that was more menacing than if he'd shouted at her. She watched helplessly as he walked around and got that damn whip down from its rack. The graduate assistant uncurled it and snapped it a few times, then turned back to her. "Obey me. Now!"
She tried. The last thing in the world the young girl wanted was to feel that lash on her abused body again. But Jennifer didn't move fast enough for him. She felt the gentle lick of the whip on her shoulders. And then came real pain. She had no idea what caused the time delay. She'd feel the whip's loving caress, then seconds later pain lanced into her from the vicious welt raised on her tender flesh.
"Hurry. We must hurry!" he goaded her. The dark-haired coed managed to get her legs under her again. But once more she found herself in a crouching position. As long as they kept her hands and feet chained together, she could never hope to stand or move easily.
"I can't move any more. The chains!" she protested. "Let me go!"
"That's all right," Dean said, the whip singing its song of misery one more time. Jennifer felt the lash across the entire length of her spine. White-hot stars exploded in her body and a red veil of pain drew over her eyes. But she didn't pass out. She wouldn't give Dean the satisfaction of seeing her faint. She vowed to see Dean and Jerry and Professor Angst in hell.
"Look straight ahead," the graduate assistant commanded.
Jennifer did and was instantly blinded. Floodlights blazed forth. She felt the searing heat against her face. Squinting, turning away, she tried to protest. The whip kept her facing the lights. Whenever she tried to turn, the painful lash herded her back into the position desired by her captors.
"This is the next part of the experiment," Dean told her. "I'm sure you will enjoy it." Jennifer didn't even bother replying. The light was so bright it made her eyes water. Even clamping her eyes tightly shut, the frightened coed still saw the light through her eyelids. The helpless young girl couldn't figure out what they were planning to do to her-cook her with the heat?
Then she found out. She felt Dean drop down behind her. His prick nudged between the battered white moons of her asscheeks and dipped down into the humid canyon of her asscrack.
"Not up the ass again!" she begged. "I'm sore inside from being greeked!"
He laughed at her. "Not this time. I want my cock right here!"
He jabbed forward with his erect cock and speared directly into her pussy. The coed was surprised to find that her cunt was already dribbling out its juices. The whipping had done it. She no longer understood her own body. Pain and pleasure were mixing into one heady wine. She could get drunk on either-and physically respond to both.
The graduate assistant's prick jammed ballsdeep into her pussy from behind. She felt his hairy upper thighs rubbing painfully into her whipped ass-flesh, but the pleasure of his prick so far up her needy cunt forced out all pain and left only pleasure. She sighed and sank down a little, enjoying this brutal fucking.
When he began fucking her, Jennifer thought they were giving her a reward. She had been cooperating with them as much as she could. It was about time that they only fucked her.
She could enjoy fucking like this no matter that she was bound in an uncomfortable position, chains savagely marring her wrists and ankles. The in and out of Dean's forceful fucking caused her to slide forward a little on the concrete. Her knees were being abraded but she hardly noticed.
The worst of all was the bright light in her face. But by putting down her head and resting her forehead on the floor, she could ignore most of that.
Dean's strong hands worked up and down her spine, lightly brushing over the painful welts he had raised with his whip. And then he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her face back forward so the lights shone brilliantly again.
"Turn off the fucking lights!" she bellowed. "I love your cock in my pussy, but the lights! Turn them off!"
He said nothing and continued fucking her with long, easy strokes that turned her on in a big way. But she didn't fight him. Somehow, the promise of his prick was more worthwhile than disobeying him. Jennifer didn't want him whipping her again like some cur. He might be fucking her like a dog-she shivered at the memory of the real dog's prick in her cunt-but it was as close as any of them had come to treating her like a real woman.
She sobbed and concentrated on the pleasure mounting in her loins. This was more like it. She felt the thick knob of his prick pressing passionately into her cunt-walls. The friction burned, but in a good way. She felt her frothy inner fuck-juices lubricating his smoothly fucking cock. And the chained girl knew that the desire mounting in her loins would soon erupt.
A bell rang just as Dean speeded up his fucking and pushed her over the brink into full-fledged orgasm.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" she gasped as she came. All the while her climax held her in its ice-andiron grip, the bell rang. As she drifted down from her orgasmic high, the bell stopped.
"What was that?" Jennifer demanded. "The bell?"
"Shut up," was all the man fucking her from behind said.
His hands reached around. She cringed away, sure he was going to give her pain. Jennifer was pleasantly surprised when the graduate assistant's fingers split into a vee and pressed into her cunt-lips on either side of his thrusting prick. This compressed her most sensitive flesh around his hard-fucking cock and sent lightning blasts of delight into her belly.
The dark-haired coed shuddered and felt orgasm mounting inside her again. The rapidity of her comes was as much due to the expert fucking as it was to her need to feel emotional release from her predicament. For a few seconds she could forget she was chained and helpless.
And as she got off again, the bell rang.
"I get it," she moaned out when she could talk again. "You're trying to condition me like that Russian did his dogs. God, how insane!, I'm a woman, not one of Pavlov's dogs!"
Dean snorted but never missed a stroke. Jennifer sucked in her breath when his hands found her clit. He managed to diddle that tiny little pink spire of erectile flesh in spite of the wire fastened to it. The young girl felt as if icicles were being crammed into her body.
His hot cock retreated from her cunt, then he fingered her clit. As he rammed back in to fill the void in her cunt, he stopped fingering her clit. This alternation of stimulation quickly brought her to the brink of orgasm again.
And then pain struck forcefully along her shoulders. She cried out in rage and agony, turned and blinked the tears from her eyes to see Jerry standing above her, whip in hand. He lashed and lashed and lashed until she was sure her back was nothing but tattered ribbons of red flesh.
Jennifer wasn't going to stand for any such abuse, not now, not when she was forgetting all the enjoyment a woman could possibly want from Dean's prick in her pussy.
She rolled to one side. The man's prick left her tight, juicy twat, but that was the price she had to pay for getting away from Jerry's whip.
"Stop it, you bastards!" she cried. "Motherfuckers! I hate you all!"
Professor Angst's voice came over a loud speaker. "Chain her down so we can proceed. The readings are just fine so far, but I don't want her to expend her energy running all over the place. I want her to climax on command."
"Right, Doc," said Jerry, already moving after the angry coed. He easily caught her and pulled her back onto her knees. She bent forward and sank her teeth into his leg. It was the first show of real resistance she'd made. And it felt good.
It felt good until Dean used the whip on her. The young girl had to cry out and this allowed Jerry to back away from her. She didn't have to look up to tell he was angry.
"You little bitch, I'm going to make you pay for that!"
"Cool it, Jerry," said Dean. "This is an experiment. You got careless. Now get her fastened so I can get back in her tight little pussy and fuck. Damn, but she's a hot one. Best ever. And my cock's getting cold out here in the air."
"Stupid cunt," muttered Jerry under his breath.
Jennifer felt strong hands dragging her back so she faced into the hot lights again. This time a collar was snapped around her neck. Chains ran off to either side of the room. When Jerry had them securely fastened, he ran another loop around her throat and fastened it to the rafter overhead. She could neither move her head from side to side or down now without, strangling herself. And as long as they kept her hands and ankles chained together, she was completely helpless. 'the couldn't even flinch away now she was so securely fastened by the steel links.
"Good," complimented Professor Angst from his unseen post. "And the readings are going off scale. She digs it. She really does."
"Figured as much," said Dean, moving down behind her again. "The way her pussy gets all wet and hot when we string her up told the real story."
"Shut up and fuck the bitch," snapped Jerry. "You talk too damn much." "Jealous, Jerry?" laughed Dean. But he did as the other graduate assistant ordered. Jennifer felt his cock surge into her cunt-lips again and sink to the hilt in her juicy pussy. This was a brand new type of fucking for her. She loved the feel of his cock inside her pussy, moving slowly, throbbing against her cunt-walls, but the chains around her neck securing her to the walls and ceiling prevented her from tossing her head or moving much at all. She was trapped like a bug in amber. She was helpless to prevent them from doing anything they wanted to her.
And that anticipation of some lewd, horrible thing strangely made her even more excited. She almost believed she wanted them to torture her more. Her cunt frothed and boiled with lust-and the dark-haired coed wasn't sure it was strictly from the feel of that virile cock sliding so eagerly back and forth. When the bell rang again, she came. Jennifer didn't know if Professor Angst saw her excitement mounting and rang the bell or whether she got off on just the bell ringing. But it didn't matter. The iron grip of orgasm was sweet no matter what caused it.
Yet the young girl worried that they were making her come from the bell rather than the man's throbbingly alive prick buried up her pussy.
Then the world exploded around her. She got off again, the cock fucking hard and fast into her pussy. She felt his prick reaming her out from behind. It was the best fucking she could remember getting. Everything about his masterful fucking made her passions rise like floodwaters. Jennifer gasped and moaned, then almost stranged herself when she tried to put her head down and ram her ass back into the circle of his groin.
The chains around her neck held her securely upright. The bright lights glared harshly into her face. And when the bell rang again, she came.
Her cunt convulsed around the thick plug of the man's prick and she groaned aloud. The feel of that cock turned her on so much she wanted to thrash around, scream and wiggle.
But she could only cry out. The chains held her too firmly for such movement.
"Keep fucking her," came the dry command from Professor Angst. "The readings are fantastic! Never seen a woman respond better."
Jennifer pushed that voice from her mind. The cock smoothly fucking in and out of her agitated pussy was all that mattered. He speared hard and fast into her, worked his hips in a broad circle to stir her passions even more, then slowly slipped from her tight sheath of fuck-tunnel. The young girl was being driven wild.
And being chained and helpless added to her excitement in ways she couldn't figure out. When Jerry lashed her across the shoulders and the bell rang, she came-hard. Never in her young life had Jennifer gotten her rocks off this hard.
"Excellent," said Professor Angst from his control room. "Perfect."
The bell rang again just as Dean's prick seared along into her cunt. The dark-haired coed came and came and came-and the bell rang as if there were a fire.
"God, can't go much more," gasped Dean. "She's clutching down so hard on my prick she's going to mash me flat."
The whip lashed her shoulders. The bell rang. The cock drove back into the tightness of her cunt. She came.
When Dean's hips went wild and he fucked madly into her churning pussy, Jennifer was carried to heights of arousal she'd never dreamed possible. The stark power of her orgasm shocked and delighted her. And then came the hot rush of the man's jism into her trembling, eager cunt. The feel of that fountaining prick inside her got her off again and again.
And every time she came, the bell rang and the whip cut into her soft, white flesh. But the orgasm was what mattered. That was what made all this worthwhile. By the time the graduate assistant's cock melted and dribbled from her clutching cunt, Jennifer was emotionally drained and weak. She hung helplessly from her chains gasping and almost strangling herself.
"Should I let her down?"
"No. She's fine where she is," snapped Jerry. The young girl wished she hadn't bitten him, not that it really mattered. They would have probably left her strung up like this regardless.
Both graduate assistants left. Alone in the room, chained and facing the harsh, bright lights, Jennifer felt wretched. And when the bell rang again, she screamed out as orgasm
smashed into her bound young body.
And every time afterwards, she came whenever the bell rang. The young girl didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Chapter Ten
Jennifer jumped at every shadow. She heard noises that weren't there. She was terrified Professor Angst might come back. The darkhaired coed had no idea how long she had been left alone in the room. The harsh lights had been turned out and the room plunged into twilight.
Once, she tried to break the chains on her wrists. The thick steel links didn't even bend, much less break. She finally gave up, panicked that she had wasted so much time trying to escape from the chains. She had to get out before the psychology professor returned.
Struggling hard, Jennifer wiggled toward the door. Pushing at it with her shoulders, she managed to get it open wide enough for her to slip through.
"Noooo!" she cried as a hand reached out and grabbed her. She was spun around to face Jerry. Before she could say another word, he forced her back into the room and shoved his hips forward. His prick was already free of his pants. The cock slid between her lips and into her mouth.
"Suck," he said.
"No," Jennifer gasped around the thick plug of cock. "I won't do it! Kill me if you want but I won't do it!"
The bell rang. Jennifer came, orgasm smashing through her tender body as surely as if she'd spent long hours fucking, a long, hot, hard prick up her juicy cunt.
As the tremors in her body died, she begged Jerry, "Please don't make me do it. Please!" "Suck!"
She sucked. It was all she could do. Her tongue ran around the rim of his cock, teasing sensitive flesh as she prayed that he would come in a hurry. She didn't want any more of this abuse. They treated her like some sort of animal. She wasn't human as far as they were concerned. She was to be used like a guinea pig.
"Suck harder."
His hands laced through the shorn remnants of her hair and pulled her face in to his crotch. She almost gagged as the rubbery tip of his prick bounced off the roof of her mouth and descended down her throat. She managed to take his entire length.
Every time she swallowed, her Adam's apple bobbed hard against the underside of the graduate assistant's prick. This seemed to spur Jerry on. His fingers tightened. Finally, he allowed Jennifer to move her head backward.
She gasped in relief.
The hot air from her nostrils gusted through his pubic bush and tickled his balls. She saw his hairy little bag contracting into a hard sphere. She knew then it wouldn't be long before he came. She sucked harder, her cheeks going hollow under the strain.
The young girl tasted the male musk from his cock and this turned her on. In spite of being tied up like she was, in spite of having been chained like a dog, in spite of all the tortures and rapes of the past few hours, the smell and taste of this man's cock made her pussy begin to flow. She moaned softly and eagerly devoured his cock.
"Yes," he muttered. "That's more like it. Suck as hard as you can. Eat my prick!"
Her rough pink tongue flicked out and lightly danced all over the tip of his cock. She managed to insert the end of her tongue in his piss-slit, just a little. This excited them both. She tasted the first drop of cum. There would be a flood soon. But the bell rang again and orgasm smashed into her tender body.
Jennifer couldn't help sucking in hard. Jerry's cock exploded in her mouth. He pulled his prick back from her gasping lips and fountained out his jism into her face. The girl didn't care. The bell continued to ring. She came and came and came. Only when the bell stopped ringing did she sink down to the cold concrete, panting and totally drained emotionally.
"Why are you doing this?" she moaned. "I don't deserve it. I hope you burn in hell! You and that scumbag professor of yours who put you up to this."
Jennifer looked up to see Dean coming into the room, joining Jerry. Dean silenced Jerry's angry retort. Silently they picked her up. She couldn't see what they were doing, then she felt her wrists finally come free from her ankles. While her wrists were still chained, they were only fastened to one another. She could stand.
But they didn't allow that. Another clink sounded and she felt herself lifted up into the air. She was suspended from a hook fastened into the ceiling. She dangled, her toes slipping across the rough texture of the floor.
Both graduate assistants moved forward. Each one grabbed a slender leg and pulled. She swung outward, her legs pulled into a wide, obscene vee. Her cunt was exposed to both leering men. Dean quickly pulled down his fly and yanked out an already hard cock.
Without a word, he moved into the vertex of her legs, his prick going before him like a blind man using a cane. She moaned softly as his cock entered her cunt.
Jennifer closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was elsewhere. She concentrated on her hatred of these men. The pain in her shoulders and arms and wrists was intense, almost more than she could bear. The chains were unyielding against her flesh, and her entire weight was supported by them now. The way her legs were held apart caused intense pain to rocket up into her crotch.
And then the bell rang again. The young girl came.
As her cunt convulsed in orgasm, Dean moved forward. He fucked into her pussy-hard. He didn't seem to notice that her cunt was gripping down fiercely around his prick. He fucked smoothly, easily. And when her pussy started to froth and boil with her lust, he began fucking even faster.
The girl was dangling from the chains and lightly swung back and forth with every thrust. Dean quickly picked up her legs and held them under each arm. She was swung to and fro as he drove his prick into her softly yielding cunt.
"I'm on fire inside. I'm burning up!" she groaned. "And my arms, oh, sweet Jesus, my arms are coming out of their sockets!"
Dean didn't listen to her moans of pain. He seemed oblivious to her cries of pleasure. His prick parted her pinkly scalloped inner cuntlips and shot balls-deep into her twat. Once berthed there, he rotated his hips in a large circle. She felt his prick stirring inside her like a spoon in a mixing bowl. She knew she was responding forcefully to him and hated herself for it.
The bell rang and she climaxed.
When she came, her entire body convulsed. She felt her muscles going rigid with desire, and then she shook all over like a leaf in a high wind. The graduate assistant allowed her as much freedom as he could without releasing her or pulling his prick from her steamy pussy.
"More," Jennifer moaned aloud. "Give me more, damnit. Fuck harder. I want it all the way up my cunt. Split me in half!"
The words seemed to be coming from other lips. She couldn't believe she was turned on by torture like this. Her arms were leaden weights now. The tug of her body on her wrists and shoulders was driving the frightened girl out of her mind with pain. And the crude fucking lacked all the finesse she knew should be needed to get her off.
The bell rang and the young girl tried to hold back. The cock fucked harder, faster, deeper. Her guts warmed. The bell rang again and she couldn't hold back. She came.
The pain blurred the pleasure of the fucking. Just the feel of the hot and hard prick inside her tight little cunt was all it took to get her off again. The bell was a little slow in sounding, but it came. Vaguely, Jennifer guessed Professor Angst was enjoying the show too much and wasn't paying attention to the damnable read-outs taken off her clit and throbbingly erect nipples.
But Jennifer couldn't deny she was getting off, bell or no bell. She loved every single thrust of Dean's cock. She even began swinging her body to and fro so that she got more force into each of his savage cock-attacks.
The spurt of his jism took her by surprise. The dark-haired coed wasn't expecting him to get off so quickly. But he had. Jerry moved up and said, "My turn now."
He pushed Dean aside and moved in. She cried aloud as the pain really hit her arms and shoulders. Her entire weight was suspended by that chain looped over a hook in the ceiling. And then hands fumbled under her asscheeks and ran down the backside of her legs. She was hoisted up, her pussy exposed to still another hard prick.
"I got it up fast just watching you two. And the sight of her getting off whenever the bell rang helped me, too. Shit, I can't believe the way she gets off!"
The young girl tried to focus. She couldn't do it. Just as she blinked to clear her vision, she felt the blunted end of a cock poking into her tender cunt-lips again. She shivered, a cold breeze finding its way into the room through the open door. The girl's pussy-fur actually rippled with the wind, and then the coldness was driven away by the heated shaft of hard cock-meat.
He plunged balls-deep into her seething .cunt. She felt his balls wetly slapping at her asshole and wondered how much more of this she could endure. His hands worked up her legs until she was braced against him. The dark-haired coed wondered what Jerry was doing, his hands working against her wellwhipped ass-flesh.
Then she knew. His finger found her asshole and plunged into it. She came hard. Jennifer barely heard the bell ringing over the sound of blood rushing through her ears. Her entire body shook and she almost fucked herself on his prick. Her hips swung back and forth in rapid movements and his prick sailed up into her pussy.
"Ring the damn bell again. I want to feel her cunt smashing down on my cock!"
The bell rang and Jerry got his wish. Jennifer's pussy contracted hard around his thick shaft of cock.
"Ten bucks says she can't come ten times in a row from the bell," came Dean's distant voice. "With or without your cock in her cunt."
"Covered!" shouted Jerry. He began fucking hard now. And the bell started to ring. Jennifer's pulse sounded like a drum roll in her temples. She felt the surge of blood into her tits as she breathed harder and harder. Her nipples pulsed with painful intensity. The glued-on electrodes threatened to come loose under the earthquaking of her tits.
She felt the cock reaming her out, moving slowly inside her, then speeding up. And that finger! It drove her insane with desire. He managed to stroke his own prick through her delicate inner membranes. The knowledge that the graduate assistant was doing this excited Jennifer as much as anything-anything except the ringing bell.
The friction mounted. Her cunt-walls burned. The love-juices that had once run freely now evaporated under the frantic fucking. He swung her with greater speed, with more determination. His finger up her ass tormented her. And the bell rang louder.
Then Jerry came. His balls literally blasted out his jizz in a white-hot stream that seared sensitive cunt-walls.
All the while he was jetting his load into her hungrily awaiting cunt, the girl was coming. But she wasn't thinking of being chained and hung up like a side of beef. She wasn't thinking of all the cock that had raped her. She wasn't thinking of the pain.
She thought about the ringing bell and the way she got off.
She didn't need cock any more. As long as she had the bell to get her off, she didn't need a damned thing more.
"Please, Professor Angst," Jennifer begged. "I've done everything you wanted." The man sneered at her.
"Look, Professor Angst," she continued, her words slurring as she spoke rapidly. "I got you five new subjects, no questions asked. I'm sure they will be just what you want for your experiment. And ... and I'll go through as a subject again. But please, you've got to . . . "
"Enough," the psychology professor said, holding up his hand. "I told you, Jennifer, that you couldn't be a subject a second time. You put in your week and I got my data. It's fine. You were my most successful subject. But these experiments are done in the advancement of understanding about human responses. You can contribute nothing more."
"Professor, please!" the girl begged. She dropped to her knees and threw her arms around his legs so he couldn't move away from her. "I need what you can give me!"
"It seems my experiment conditioned you perfectly," he said.
"Let me have a few minutes alone with the bell.
"Or . . . " he said, pushing her away.
"Or the whip!" she blurted. "Beat me-but fuck me, too! I can't get off any other way now. I've tried. Other men are so pallid in comparison. None of them will whip me or chain me. And they don't understand about the bell. Please, Professor Angst, I'm begging you."
She said nothing as the man ran down the zipper on his pants, pulled out his cock and began pissing on her. She shuddered and salty tears washed away some of the smelly piss, but she stayed on her knees, servile to him. And when he had finished, she didn't even object to his grabbing a handful of her regrown hair and pulling her into the room.
The dark-haired coed's cunt began to churn at the sight of the familiar room. The chains. The whips. All as she remembered.
"You will become one of my assistants," the psychology professor said, stripping off his clothes. "You will do whatever I say."
"Yes, yes!" she agreed. And when the bell rang, she moaned and thrashed about on the floor, lost in orgasm.
By the time she had come to her senses, she found herself chained down, her legs fastened to a long wooden stick so that her pussy was widely exposed. The man rammed a broom handle into her cunt and rang a bell at the same time. Jennifer came-harder than before.
Professor Angst then bent the dark-haired coed over and shoved his prick into her asshole, fucking her powerfully while leaving the broomstick up her cunt. She could barely contain herself. She didn't care what he'd done to her. She didn't care what he did to her. As long as she got his prick and his punishment, she was in heaven.
The bell started ringing and Jennifer began coming, orgasmic tremors earthquaking through her lush, young body.
