The Professor's Sex Slave (4 page)

“
Take that cock, Slave!
Take that cock!”

“
Yes, Master! Give it to
It! Give it to It!” It felt odd calling myself 'it', but was what
finally took him to come. Spurts of hot jizz washed inside of my
pussy, filling me up. The cock grew soft and my Master gave me one
final pump before he pulled himself out.

He slowly undid my ropes and I collapsed
from the chair, my body trembling and shaking from the endless
orgasms that had torn through it. He grabbed my chin and pulled my
face up again.

“
How many rules did you
break?”

I couldn't remember.
Suddenly, my throat was closing up and panic set in again.
Oh God, how many rules did I break?
I was afraid of answering him.

“
How many rules,
Slave?”

I couldn't hide the tears spilling out of my
eyes. My voice dropped to a whisper. “It... It doesn't know...”

His hand fell away to his side and he
stepped back from me. There was a look of disappointment on his
handsome face again. “Disappointing. Were you not instructed to
commit those rules to memory?”

“
Yes, Master.”

“
Were you not reminded
again and again about which rules you broke?”

“
Yes, Master.” I
sobbed.

“
Then why, Slave, have you
forgotten how many rules you've broken?”

“
It d--” I stopped myself,
but it was too late. My Master squatted down and narrowed his
eyes.

His voice was barely a whisper but dripped
venom. “Finish it.”

“
It doesn't know...” The
words slipped out of my mouth as I hugged my knees.

“
It doesn't know...” He
whispered. His hand rested against my face. Power radiated from it
and I started shaking.

He grabbed my hand and stood up. Without
speaking to me, he cuffed my hands and pulled back on the rope so
that I was standing on my toes. The gag was put back into my mouth
and bits of concrete rubbed against my sore lips. My Master's
grabbed my breasts and squeezed. His other hand moved down to my
pussy and rubbed the slit from top to bottom. I felt the remnants
of his jizz leaking out and dripping to the floor.

“
Do you know what is about
to happen to you, Slave?”

I shook my head and struggled against his
grip.

The fingers moved faster. “You're going to
come. You're going to come as loudly as you can. You're going to
keep coming until you remember how many rules you've broken.”

His hands flew away and he
bent down, pushing my ankles apart so that I was suspended from the
ceiling. Reaching over to the restraints on the floor, he shackled
my feet. He grabbed the vibrator again and waved it in front of my
eyes. My eyes widened in fear as I looked at it.
Not that... anything but that!

I watched as he walked away to a cabinet and
pulled out a massive dildo with a ring on it. Slipping the ring
onto the vibrator, he waved the contraption in front of me. There
was no hiding his intention.

“
One final chance, Slave.
How many rules have you broken?”

Just tell him a number!
Any number will do!
Struggling, I
managed to yell out “Four!”

“
Incorrect.” He dipped his
hand into a jar of lube and smeared it on the dildo.

Slowly, the cool wet dildo was inserted
inside of me. My pussy was stretched to its very edges. As I tried
to regain my balance, my pussy rubbed up against the dildo and sent
me into new waves of ecstasy. I moaned again.

He looked me in the eyes and whispered. “Try
to remember, Slave.”

The vibrator sounded like a buzzsaw as it
started. It was far stronger than I remembered. There must be
multiple settings. Was this one medium or high? I couldn't tell as
the sensations washed over me. There was nothing I could do. My
legs kicked out against their restraints but went nowhere. Spittle
dripped out of my mouth.

“
How many rules,
Slave?”

I groaned and screamed. But no answer came
out.

My legs tried to snap together but the cuffs
around my ankles held me in place. He walked away and grabbed a
whip. He unlatched the gag from my mouth and I watched the bright
red ball fall to the ground. Saliva leaked from my mouth and I
gasped for breath even as the vibrations stole the very air out of
my lungs.

“
How many rules,
Slave?”

My mind was a blank. I couldn't answer him.
I shook my head and screamed as loudly as I could. My legs tried to
snap together but the restraints held me back.

Suddenly, pain exploded across my body. I
opened my eyes and saw my Master holding the whip.

“
How many rules,
Slave?”

“
Six...” I muttered as
another orgasm seized my body and choked the words out of
me.

“
Incorrect. Stop guessing
and remember!” The whip flogged me again. The pain stung twice as
hard on my sensitive skin. But the pleasure that came with it was
far more powerful. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I
shrieked again.

My consciousness was
fading. I screamed and begged him to stop but he simply stood there
and questioned me how many rules I had broken.
I don't know!
I
wanted to scream but I knew that I couldn't.
How long was this going to take? Oh God, what if he never
let's me go?

Orgasm after orgasm crashed through me. I
couldn't handle it anymore. My body felt like it was about to
explode.

“
No more! No more!” I
begged and shrieked.

Still he did nothing but watch. The strength
was draining out of my body. The room grew darker and darker. Soon,
the sweet embrace of unconsciousness overtook me...

*****

When I woke up , it was morning. I had been
asleep on the couch. A thin blanket covered my body. All of my
clothes and belongings were folded in a neat little pile on the
table beside me. Professor Wright was sitting in a chair next to
me.

“
Morning, Ksenia. How do
you feel?”

I looked back at him warily. Was this the
same person who had been so cruel just yesterday? There was not a
trace of malice on his face, nor did his body show any sign of our
relationship as master and slave.

“
Fine... it supposes...
Master.”

He smiled at me. “When I address you by your
name, then the rules no longer need to be followed. So, how did you
like your first experience?”

I thought about it. Looking back on it, the
whole experience wasn't all that bad. In fact, it felt pretty
amazing in hindsight.

“
It was good, I
guess.”

“
Excellent. Now I know
this may be too much to ask of you, but what are your thoughts
about turning this into an on-going thing?”

My mouth dropped open. A part of me wanted
to scream no, but another part of me—the part that drove me to his
arms in the first place—prodded me to say yes. After a good few
minutes, I nodded my head.

The smile on his face could melt an iceberg.
“Excellent! I shall call you when I need of your service again.
Remember, the longer you delay, the more severe your punishment
will be.”

“
I understand,
Professor...”

“
Now then, I'll give you a
ride home, after breakfast of course. What do you want? Tea?
Coffee? Bacon and eggs?”

“
Just coffee would be
fine.”

“
No problem.” He smiled
and walked to the kitchen. As he passed by me, he turned around and
said. “And for the record, Ksenia, you broke the rules five
times.”