Chapter Three
The possibilities were racing through my mind. Is someone going to kill me and
make it look like kinky sex gone wrong? God, what would my family think? Or
maybe a group of guys had set this up so they could ass rape me? Maybe it was
just a stunt some of my mates had pulled. I hoped more than anything it was the
latter.
I lay uncomfortably, trying to constantly move my hands and feet to keep the
circulation going. The panties in my mouth made me feel as if I was going to
puke, and I was afraid that I could die drowning in my own vomit. All the
while, the cord around by dick kept me rock hard, and in immense pain - I
imagined that it was a shade of blue.
After what must have been around half an hour, my heart jumped as I heard
footsteps coming up the stairs. Whoever it was moved quickly and purposefully,
yet trod lightly. I guessed that it was a woman, and hoped to God that it was
Kelly, coming to tell me that it had been a joke, and we could have a good laugh
as she untied me and then made love to me. I heard the front door open and
close, and I heard the footsteps enter the flat and walk quickly towards the
bedroom. I held my breath as the lock clicked open and the handle turned. The
warm, yellow light of the flat flooded into the bedroom and as I squinted I
could make out the silhouette of a figure in the doorway. The figure stopped
still, quietly watching me before making its way into the room. As the person
approached and my eyes became accustomed to the light, I could see that it was a
woman, but not Kelly. Shit, I thought, oh shit, what on earth is this woman
going to think? I momentarily presumed that this woman must have been a friend
of Kelly's, or maybe a flatmate or relative. How was I going to explain myself?
But then, as the stranger came right up to me, I recognised her. It was Dr.
Ellis.
At first, my clouded mind could not work out what was going on. Was this some
kind of delusion or dream I was having? I looked up at her, and saw that she
was wearing a plain grey tracksuit, and her hair was tied back casually into a
pony tail. She looked gorgeous.
"Hello, Robert" said the familiar voice. I screamed a muffled reply into my
gag, hoping she would take it off so I could explain what I was doing here, and
she could let me go. "Well, well, what have you been doing? I take it you
liked Kelly then? I got her from a local escort agency - she was expensive but
by the look of things, well worth the money." I groaned in despair into my gag
as I realised what had happened. Kelly was some high class call girl who Dr.
Ellis had hired to meet me in the club, take me back here and leave me tied
securely to the bed, dressed up in her underwear. How could I have been so
stupid? I began to struggle against the bonds in earnest, but I knew that Kelly
had done too good a job for that. "Don't struggle" she said, "there's no point,
Kelly tells me that she made sure you couldn't escape". She smiled down at me,
and brushed a hand against my cheek. "Apparently you squirmed like a girl when
she had you all tied up and helpless. Is that true hmm? Squirmed like a little
slutty girl, tied to my bed and wearing my lingerie?"
Again I tried to shout through the gag, and again I failed. I was utterly
defenceless and vulnerable. "In case, Robert, you think that this is some kind
of retribution for you not going out with me, you are very wrong" she said. "I
have no time for such petty, mindless pursuits such as revenge" she continued,
lifting her sweat top over her head. "I just want to do the one thing I wanted
to do in the first place. Fuck you senseless. And if I can humiliate you
slightly into the bargain, well, that's a bonus." She removed her shoes and
pulled down her sweat pants. For the first time, I got a good look at her body.
She looked absolutely amazing - her tanned olive skin contained a firm, toned
body and simple black satin underwear encased her shapely curves. She carefully
surveyed my puzzled expression, and started to laugh. "You didn't seriously
think I wanted you for your mind, did you?"
Dr. Ellis got down onto the bed and straddled me, as Kelly had done a while
earlier. She reached a hand down between my legs and felt my helplessly erect
penis, and pulled my panties aside to examine the work Kelly had done when she
fastened the cord round the base. The head felt as if it would burst, and I was
so tender that even the slightest touch caused me to wince. She leaned right
forward and began to kiss my neck, my cheek, my ear. "Good..." she whispered,
stroking my cock. "All nice and hard for me." Sitting back up again, she
reached behind her to unhook her bra, allowing her magnificent breasts to fall
free. A stern look came across her face. "If nothing else, Robert, maybe you
will learn that I always get what I want" she scowled. "If I want you dressed
up in my bra, panties, stockings and suspenders then that is what I get. And if
I want you gagged and tied helplessly to my bed, that is what I get. And if I
want to watch you squirm, struggle and cry while I rape you, that is what I get
too." Again she laughed.
She knelt, allowing her to remove her underwear, and gave me my first sight of
her pussy. Seeing me gawping, she smiled. "That's right, take a good look.
You'll be getting to know it pretty well". My mind was a jumble of emotions - a
mixture of fear, humiliation and pure lust. Dr. Ellis grabbed my bulging cock
and quickly lowered her cunt onto me, and soon I felt the familiar warm, tight,
moist sensation I had been waiting for all night. This was not sex how I knew
it though, this was a brutal onslaught. The pain in my bound penis was
excruciating as she began to hump me, my dick pumping in and out of her tight
passage. She grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled my head violently towards
her so she could sink her teeth into the soft flesh of my neck, and she clawed
at the skin on my arms leaving long deep scratches. However, from beneath the
gag my cries and screams were not heard and she continued her attack until my
balls could take no more and I exploded into her.
As she felt my orgasm hit, she relaxed her grip on me and threw her head back in
ecstasy. Slowly, she regained her composure and looked down at me.
"You selfish little fucking slut" she shouted. "Let's get something clear - you
come when I tell you to. Only when I am ready - do you understand?" I nodded.
"I'm not sure you do" she continued, gripping my chin firmly in one hand,
pushing my head back. Disdainfully, she threw my head to one side and
dismounted from my cock. She quickly undid the cord from round the base,
causing me to let out a sigh of relief through my gag. No sooner had she freed
my cock, however, when she re-tied the cord round my scrotum. I yelped in
intense pain as Dr. Ellis wound the cord round each of my balls, separating them
and squashing them inside the scrotum. Huge tears began to form in my eyes.
"Shut up!" she ordered, mercilessly flicking my tortured balls with a manicured
fingernail. "You need something to remind you who is in control here." She
continued to flick, squeeze and scratch my balls and I continued to cry like a
baby until she got bored, some ten minutes later. Having lost interest in
torturing me for the moment, she got up and re-arranged my panties leaving the
bondage in place. Putting her tracksuit back on, she left the room and closed
the door behind her, and I heard her turn on the television. I realised that I
was in this for the long haul.
I lay there, quietly sobbing to myself and thinking about my situation. Looking
down at my own body, I hardly recognised what I saw. Not only was I dressed up
like some kind of whore, my own genitalia were tortured and contorted beyond
recognition and deep red scratch and bite marks were scattered all over my arms
and body. I wanted to try and escape, but I could see no way out. Some time
later, Dr. Ellis came back into the room. I could see the clock on the wall
when I stretched my neck up, and I could see that the time was almost half past
four in the morning. Puzzlingly, she carried with her in one hand a camcorder,
and a canvas bag in the other. I wondered what she had in store for me next.
"Do you know what it is like to be humiliated, Robert" she asked. Of course I
was gagged, and could not answer. "Do you know what it is like to feel how I
felt in my office last week? Well, now you are going to find out exactly what
it is like to be humiliated." She lifted the camcorder onto the chest of
drawers next to the bed, and looked through the viewfinder and adjusted the zoom
and focus controls. "I am going to have to undo your gag now Robert" she told
me. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't think you can get away with taking any
liberties though. If you so much as whimper too loudly, I will make you sorry
and just gag you again anyway. The choice is yours." Quickly she reached down
and gripped the duct tape on my mouth, ripping it off with ferocious force. I
let out a yell, but fortunately for me Kelly's underwear was still in my mouth
and stifled my cries. When I had recovered my composure, the sopping panties
were removed from my mouth and cast aside onto the floor. "Say thank you,
Robert" said my captor.
"Thank you, oh, thank you" I said, gasping mouthfuls of fresh air. I was indeed
grateful to have the gag removed.
"I'm going to make you look good for the camera now, Robert" Dr. Ellis said, as
she removed a box of make-up from her canvas bag. "I hope you don't mind." She
crouched down beside the bed, and busied herself brushing blusher onto my face
and painting my lips. "We can't have you looking pale." After my brief make-up
job, she stood back to look at me. "Excellent" she said, nodding in approval.
"Now, look into the camera!" She reached out and flicked a button on the
camcorder, and I heard a quiet whir of the mechanism. I instinctively looked
away, and I was given a sharp slap to the face for my troubles. "I said, look
at the camera!" she shouted. Scared of what this woman was capable of doing to
me, I obeyed and looked into the camera. "Now pout those red lips of yours, and
tell the camera your name. And then tell the camera what a little slut you
are." I hesitated. "Now!" she yelled.
"M...my name is Robert and I am a l...little slut" I stammered.
"Better...now repeat!" was her response. I could not believe what was happening
to me, that this woman had reduced me to this. But I repeated the words.
"Good... there's a good little slut!" she said. Careful not to get her face in
shot, she walked around to the foot of the bed and picked something up from the
floor. I could not quite see what it was, but it was black and made a rattling
sound when she moved it about. "Now, tell the camera Robert, what do sluts
like?" she asked. I did not know what to say.
"I...I don't know. I don't know what you mean. Sorry."
"Of course you know, Robert. Sluts like cock, don't they." A horrible panic
came over me. "Don't they!"
"Yes, yes sluts like cock" I said.
"So that means that YOU must like cock, Robert." I closed my eyes in disbelief
and wondered where the tape in the camcorder was destined to end up. When I
re-opened my eyes, I could see what it was that Dr. Ellis had picked up from the
floor seconds earlier. She was in the process of fastening a huge, black rubber
strap-on dildo onto her crotch. Oh shit, I thought, I was for it now. Still
keeping her face out of shot, she crawled onto the bed and sat over my face,
with a knee on each of my upper arms. "Tell me how much you want to suck my
cock, Robert." I could not bring myself to say it, and again she slapped me
around the face, and started to prod my balls which were still painfully bound.
"Tell me now."
"I want it OK, I want to suck your cock! Is that what you want to hear?" I
screamed.
"That's right, that's exactly what I want to hear. Tell me again."
"I want to suck your cock!" I shouted. And suddenly, she grabbed my chin,
forcing my mouth open and forced the dildo into my mouth.
"Suck it, you little slut" she said. "Who's humiliated now, eh?" I had no
choice but to suck as she pushed the phallus further into my mouth, forcing it
down into my throat. She mercilessly fucked my mouth until I choked and gagged,
causing my eyes to water whilst all the time I was sucking and licking. "Suck
it Robert, that's right you cock-sucking little whore". And then, just as
quickly as she had thrust it in, she pulled it out causing my saliva to fly out
everywhere. Pausing to kiss me full on the lips, she moved her body down so
that the dildo dangled dangerously close to my anus. She began to play with my
hole with a finger, causing me to gasp as I felt it go in up to the first
knuckle, then the second, and finally all the way in. Wiggling the first finger
round, she introduced a second, making me cry out in pain. "Aw, that's nothing"
she teased, "I'm just loosening you up a bit." And with that she rapidly pulled
the fingers out, again making me gasp.
"Please" I begged, "please, if you're thinking of doing what I think you are,
please don't."
"Quiet, quiet" she whispered softly. "It will be OK, don't worry. Everyone has
to have a first time."
"No, God, I beg you, please don't!"
"God can't help you" she laughed wickedly, "I'm the only one who can decide what
happens to you now!" She began prodding round the entrance to my anus with the
tip of the dido, gently exploring my backside.
"Please" I began to sob, "oh please, no, not this".
Without warning she thrust her rubber penis right up my sphincter and I let out
an almighty scream. "Aaahh, please no...aaaaahh!" The tears were now streaming
down my face and she began to fuck me.
"Poor little Robert. Tied down to my bed, dressed like a slut and fucked like a
slut!" she whooped with delight. She continued to pump, harder and faster and
my cries got louder and louder. I could feel the rubber stretching my muscle
and my skin, and it burned so much I thought she was actually going to split my
back passage. She reached up and grabbed me by the shoulders, pulling me to
her to force the dildo further inside me. She forced her legs together,
gripping me with her knees and making it difficult for me to breath and
continued to pump away at my virgin arse. After what seemed like hours, she
finally stopped pumping and slowly withdrew the dildo. I ground my teeth at the
pain, bearing it because I knew it would soon subside. When the piece of rubber
was finally out, I let out a deep breath and lay motionless, exhausted from the
abuse my body had just been through.
Suddenly, Dr. Ellis' mood seemed to change. She slowly removed the strap-on and
cast it aside, and lay down beside me to comfort me. "There, there, it's
alright baby. It's over now" she said, stroking my cheek and wiping away my
tears. She diverted her attention to the bondage around my balls which she
carefully untied, and massaged them back to their normal colour. She then
kissed me passionately on the mouth, and left the room with the camcorder. I
fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Four
Before long I was woken from my slumber by light streaming into the room and Dr.
Ellis moving around by the bedside.
"Robert, are you awake?" she asked sternly. I nodded.
"Yes, I'm awake."
"Robert, I want you to know that I have posted the video I made on the
internet." My heart sank. "The good news is, Robert, nobody knows the URL,
apart from me. And I am hoping that I won't have to tell anyone."
"What do you mean?" I asked, naively.
"It all depends on you. If you do as I say, no-one will know. If you ever
displease me, I shall email the URL to the whole university, and everyone will
see the film."
"Oh no... Why are you doing this?"
"You still don't get it, do you Robert? I like you, I want to have sex with
you. Lots of sex. You just have to choose whether you would rather have sex
with me from time to time, or have all your friends and fellow students see you
tied up and done up like a tart, being fucked with a rubber cock and screaming
like a bitch." She smiled that wicked, self-satisfied smile. "And I have
another little incentive for you." She knelt down on the bed between my legs
and pulled my panties to one side. She then produced a metal cage-like object,
opened it up and snapped it shut carefully around my cock and balls. "This is a
male chastity device" she announced. "I got it from a special shop in London.
It can be locked with the padlock I have here in my hand, which only has one key
which is hanging around my neck." She attached the padlock to the cage and
pushed it shut. "The device will allow you to go to the toilet normally, and
should not affect your everyday life. However, if you want to have sex, or even
wank, the cage needs to come off. And without the key, that is easier said than
done." I could not believe the lengths that she had gone to, just to get me to
have sex with her. But for the moment at least, I had no choice but to agree
with her if I ever wanted to get out of my predicament.
"OK, I'll do it. I promise I'll do whatever you say. Just please untie me and
let me go home" I pleaded.
"I was hoping you'd say that" she smiled. Slowly she untied my ankles, and then
took a key from her bedside table that she used to undo the handcuffs. Now I
was free, I considered grabbing her and making her pay for what she had just
done to me. But although it might have made me feel better, and I even may have
been able to get the key to my chastity cage off her, the video of last night
stuck in my mind. I therefore decided to go without a fuss.
"Thank you" I said, and sat up, rubbing my wrists to try and regain the feeling
in my hands. But when I went to unhook the stockings from my suspenders, she
stopped me.
"The first condition of your freedom - keep all that underwear on underneath
your clothes. You can take it off when you get home, but from today onwards I
want you to wear a pair of my panties at all times." She walked over to her
chest of drawers, and picked out a selection that she tossed to me. "There you
go" she said. "They should keep you going for a while." I sighed and nodded my
head. "Don't forget, I can summon you at any time, and if you aren't wearing
them, that video is still on the web."
I found my clothes folded up on a chair by the bed. I quickly put them on over
the lingerie I was still wearing, thankful that I had been wearing a thick shirt
last night and the bra I was wearing could not be seen through it. I pulled my
socks up high over the stockings, to try and prevent anyone from getting a
glimpse of the white silk when I sat down on the bus. Once I was fully dressed,
Dr. Ellis came right up to me, and kissed me on the cheek. Looking into my
eyes, she reached down between my legs and felt the cage that was in place over
my genitals. "Don't forget" she said, "you are mine now".
I was given some brief directions of how to get to the nearest bus stop, and
soon found myself being ushered out of the flat. And there I was standing on
the street, hurting all over, wearing my teacher's lingerie under my clothes and
a cage on my cock. I was utterly drained, emotionally and physically and I knew
that it would take time for me to come to terms with what had just happened to
me. My feet and wrists were still quite numb, and my arsehole was on fire. I
figured I'd just have to stand during the bus journey home.
