The weak feeling in her ass spread. Her guts turned to water. And then she openly cried. She had been holding it all in trying not to show the man how terrified she was. It no longer mattered to Manna. He knew the full extent of her fear just looking at her tender, quaking body. She was growing to fear and hate him – and love him even more, too.
The blonde teenager didn't try to sort out her feelings for the man. Hate. Love. They blurred and mixed together in ways she couldn't begin to understand.
"So tight!" he crowed. "I like all my slaves to have tight asses. I love fucking my slaves up the ass!"
He lustily fucked her butt. The girl was so shaken by now, he didn't know what to do or say. She wanted to enjoy this ass fucking. She usually enjoyed any fucking. And she had specifically come here hoping for a scene like this. But he was hurting her badly.
"Your ass is hot. I like that, too. And the way your assflesh feels, like it's on fire! I can feel it seeping into my skin."
Every word blazed a path to her brain. She knew he was mouthing those words to get to her. If he had been yelling obscenities it wouldn't have been so bad. She could have withstood that. But he enjoyed tormenting her with the cold, almost emotionless words. And he pointed out each and everything that would hurt her the most.
Like her assflesh. Where he'd whipped her was burning just like he'd rubbed a red-hot poker over her flesh. It warmed her guts, true, but it also hurt like hell. She wasn't able to think of much else after he had told her how he loved her whipped butt.
Her asshole was so tight due to his huge prick fucking into her butt. She couldn't stand the way he stretched her to the breaking point. But how could she run? She couldn't fight him off. She had a Goddamn chain fastened around her neck. Besides, deep down inside she felt like she was being punished for having spied on him earlier. This was what she deserved. Maybe this was better than she deserved. Manna couldn't think straight. Pain and ecstasy flared inside her with every single stroke of his had, long cock.
She was his prisoner and he could do anything he wanted with her. She would just have to accept that.
But the pain! The humiliation!
She was sobbing hard even as he butt-fucked her. The man was corn holing her with a vengeance now. She felt the heat of his fucking burn into her asshole, then spread. It mingled with the heat from her spanked ass and then exploded in a wild frenzy around her cunt.
Gasping for breath, she came.
It took her totally by surprise. No matter how brutal he was to her, she had gotten her rocks off. That horrified the young college student. She was getting off on this degradation. She was getting a sexual charge out of being whipped and ass-raped!
She found herself hating not only Dr. Nathaniel for what he was doing, but herself as well. She hated loving this, for responding so powerfully to his brutal attentions.
"You like it, don't you, you silly cunt?"
All the while he was talking, his cock seared into her asshole. Each thrust shook her teeth, rattled her senses, and made her long for death. But death wasn't for her. She was going to be fucked until she couldn't bear it any longer. Dr. Nathaniel would see to that.
"Admit it, cunt, you like this. Don't you? Don't you?" he demanded.
"Yes, damn you, yes, I love it!"
She was shocked at her words. She had thought about lying to appease her master. But as the words gushed from her lips, she knew she wasn't simply saying them to please him.
The blonde teenager liked what be was doing to her. She had gotten off on it once and the girl could even feel the beginnings of another come building in her loins. She more than liked it, she needed it!
"Fuck faster! Burn up my ass with your cock!"
"You didn't call me master."
She felt the sting of the whip across her shoulders. She didn't even want to think how he could whip and fuck her at the same time. He could do anything. He was her master.
"Fuck me… master!" she corrected herself. She was hardly aware that she had said those vile words. She didn't really want to call him master. He was her philosophy professor. She wanted to get laid by him, not abused and degraded like this.
But she called him master and demanded he fuck her even faster.
Her entire world was wrapped around the man's prick driving into her asshole. She tensed up just enough to clamp down on his cock. The man grunted out loud.
This made the coed feel a surge of pleasure. She was able to torture him. She was getting even but in a totally erotic way. Her asshole tightened like a hangman's noose around the tip of his prick.
She felt her muscles spasm once as the strain got to her, but that was all right. She was giving him pleasure. She was giving her master all the pleasure he could want.
The girl came again when the whip lashed across her naked shoulders.
Dr. Nathaniel groaned and she felt the hot gush of his jism blasting into her back passage. Her entire butt was filled with his cum.
The girl wanted to collapse, but there was still so much locked up in her tender young body. The sexual tensions had mounted to the point where even a dozen comes wouldn't help her much.
The way her tortured body felt confused her. The pain nagged and tore at her consciousness. The way he had beaten her ass raw and then fucked it made her sob in agony. Still, the way he fucked her small asshole made up for it. She was on fire inside. It was a good feeling.
But most of all, the lashings across her shoulders confused Manna. They were both good and bad depending on whether his prick was sliding slickly into her ass or pulling out to leave her empty inside.
The blonde coed couldn't figure it out. She just reveled in the warm after-glow of a good fucking.
CHAPTER FIVE
Manna crouched by the edge of the sofa, the chain dangling from around her neck. She was too confused to understand what she really felt. Her body was a mixture of good and bad. The pain in her ass and along her shoulders from the whippings throbbed brutally. The warmth up her asshole from the feel of his huge prick fucking her seemed to erase all the hurt she felt.
Mentally she was completely mixed up. She hadn't wanted a scene like this with the handsome, aloof philosophy professor. She had thought she'd wiggle her ass in his direction, he'd get a hard-on and then they'd fuck. She didn't give a shit about good grades in Dr. Nathaniel's class. All she wanted was his cock.
The blonde teenager had gotten a lot more. His cock was everything she'd thought it would be, but the man confused her with his savage actions. He was brutalizing her. What bothered the young college student the most was how much she loved it. She felt as if this had been missing from her life. Bert had never fucked her like this; he had never given her the intensity of feeling that Dr. Nathaniel just had.
"I figure you'd make a pretty picture if I had you tied up over a straight-backed chair. That ass of yours would wiggle up in the air and look so nice I couldn't help but want to fuck it."
"Go to hell," she blurted. Manna didn't know if she meant that or not. The only sound in the room now was the slight clinking of the chain securely fastened around her neck.
"That's no way to speak to your master. I will take what's rightfully mine."
"By raping."
"Call it what you want, slut."
He reached down and grabbed her ankle. He yanked painfully hard. She cried out as a lance of white-hot pain shot up into her cunt. The way she was stretched out on the floor was a feat a contortionist wouldn't have been able to perform. He was bending her all out of shape and enjoying the play of her muscles as he did so.