Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Torx73 / MLyons Title: Cindy - The Professor's Bane Part: Chapter 4 of 5 Summary: Cindy's control over Professor Johnson reaches anal proportions. Keywords: MF, M~doll, Mdom, Fdom, blackmail, revenge, humil, va, coll, nc, bd, sm, sp (C) 2004 by MLyons / Torx73 Author's Note: The following story and the characters within it are purely products of my imagination, and they are meant to be enjoyed only as a fantasy. Any similarity to real people or events is unintentional. Reproduction of this story is permitted, as long as no charge is made for its access, and it remains unaltered with all disclaimers and authorship information intact. Synopsis of Chapter 3: Johnson's present from Cindy was revealed as a lifelike sex doll, complete with silicone skin and an anatomically correct skeleton. After further teasing, which included forcing him on his knees in his garage to lick her feet and loosen the straps of her heels with his teeth, she forced him to dress the doll in Cindy's slut outfit, kiss it, lick its pussy, and finally fuck it. Johnson was completely debased, and so desperate to fuck anything that the doll more than satisfied his needs, even while Cindy fucked with his mind and got off on it in the process. Afterwards, Johnson was made to lay on top of the heavy toy while Cindy strapped him completely to it with packing straps. Johnson finally drifted off to sleep in that position as he heard Cindy masturbating in his own bedroom down the hall. Chapter 4 "Time to wake up, Mister Sleepy-head." Johnson's eyes opened as he groaned himself to consciousness. His cheek rested on the doll's face. He instinctively tried to get up but was quickly reminded that he couldn't move. The 150 pounds of rubber and steel he was strapped to was weighting him down like an anchor. As he regained his senses, he felt a tickling sensation on his balls. The blanket covering him was gone, and Cindy was running her fingers along his scrotum. Sometime during the night his cock had softened and slipped out of the doll, but morning wood had struck him. She had already applied more lube to his cock and was coaxing it back into the doll's pussy. "You know, I had a slave once Professor." He saw her cross in front of him, still wearing her nighty. "Cindy," Johnson said weakly. His body was so sore. "Yeah, it was about a year ago. He was cute. You wouldn't believe the kind of things he'd let me do. He really wanted me to go out with him," she giggled. "I figured it would be good practice for when I met you. 'Course, I didn't really make him do anything, he just really liked it." Johnson could not free his stubborn hard on from the confines of the rubber pussy. Each time he tried, it simply rubbed against the slicked walls--making his cock that much harder. He watched as Cindy climbed up on the arm of the couch next to his head. "Cindy, please, let me go." "I guess you really don't want to hear about him," she said bashfully. "But I'll tell you a secret." Cindy sat on the arm and spread her legs so that her ankles rested beside his prone head. Lifting her nighty up so that it bunched across her tummy, she edged her bare pussy toward his face and grabbed his hair. "You're a lot more fun than he was." She pulled his head up and planted her pussy directly underneath it so that her bottom rested on the doll's forehead. He could tell she was already worked up. He saw a glimmer of juice just along her outer folds, and could smell the familiar mixture of her sex with the perfume of her laundered, cotton nighty. "Lick me off, slave." Johnson was in a daze. His body was sore, his cock was being subtly massaged, and Cindy's ripe pussy was waiting for his tongue. She released his hair and despite his unbelievable situation, he found himself licking hungrily at the tender lips of her vagina. "Good boy, keep licking like a good little doggy." Cindy reached back behind her and grabbed the phone receiver off the end-table. "I found this in your office last night, Professor." She dangled a rolodex card in front of his eyes. "I'm not sure if he'll go for this, but I thought it might be fun. It's worth a try anyway, right?" Johnson couldn't see the card before she yanked it out of his line of sight, and he had no idea what she was talking about. He moved his tongue up to her engorged clit--flicking it and tasting her young pussy. His cock was a rock, and he wanted her so badly. Her taste simply intoxicated him. He couldn't help it. Cindy, meanwhile, had been dialing a number on the phone. "Cindy, who are you calling? What are you doing?" "Shhh, lick slave," she whispered looking down at him. "This is so exciting!" Johnson didn't know what else to do but follow her order. "Hello," she said brightly, seemingly unphased by Johnson's dutiful tongue. "Is this Mister Ronald Tyrney?" "Cindy!" Johnson desperately whispered. "What the fuck are you doing?" She covered the phone. "Shhh--quiet, doggy!" she hissed. "Lick!" "Yeah, Mister Tyrney, my name is Lisa, how are you? Yeah, I know it's kinda early on a Sunday. Sorry about that, but I was kinda horny and thought I'd give you a ring." What the fuck was she doing? Was she insane? Tyrney was his boss--the man she threatened to call to alert him to Johnson's theft from Young Industries. Johnson's heart sank when he realized that Tyrney was just the type of sleaze ball who would fall victim to Cindy's charms. Cindy held the phone away from her ear briefly as she adjusted her body in front of Johnson. He could hear the suspicious male voice on the other end. It was Tyrney alright. He couldn't believe this. "No, no, Mister Tyrney. A colleague of yours gave me your number. It's kind of a surprise. No, he thought you might need a little pick me up, that's all. Well, I can't tell you that now can I? I don't want to get him into trouble." Cindy poked Johnson's nose as she looked at him, smiling. "Oh, did I wake you up? Well, gosh I'm really sorry about that, but tell me this Mister Tyrney. Do you sleep naked?" Johnson abruptly stopped working on Cindy's slit, waiting to see if Tyrney was going to take the bait. Cindy reached down and flicked his ear. Gazing at him with her best puppy dog eyes, she mouthed the word, "Please?" Then she pouted. Johnson got the message, and continued lapping at her as if he was preparing her for his cock. "You do? Wow. Well, Ronald--can I call you Ronald? Yay! Well, Ronald, I've got blonde hair, and I'm nineteen years old." Cindy giggled adorably as she reacted to Tyrney's obvious acceptance of what she was offering him. It fucking figured. "Yeah, I'm just out of high school. I just started college this year." Johnson nervously ran his tongue along her slit. His cock showed no sign of rest. It was lodged firmly into the doll's folds--slipping ever so slightly against them and driving him mad. "Well, I'm kinda small, but the boys all tell me I have a great little body. You know, the kind that guys like to toss around in bed? Oh you do? Well there's no problem there then, huh?" she giggled again. "You want to know what I'm wearing? Well, I'm still wearing my pretty night gown, but I don't have any panties on underneath. Nope! No, I don't like to wear them. You know what else, Ronald? I'm all shaved too. Yep--its totally smooth. Ha, ha. Well, no I'm not exactly touching myself, but my slave is down there licking my pussy for me." Johnson could hear an almost inaudible breath escape Cindy's lips as she reacted to his tongue. He could feel her getting wetter as she closed her eyes and let her head list to the side. He felt his chin disappear into the sex-doll's mouth as he wriggled his tongue inside of her and tasted her fresh juice. "Ooo," she shuddered slightly above him--reacting to his probing tongue. "Yeah my slave. Yep, she's all shaved too. Yeah, you like that, huh? Well, she's doing a pretty good job, but I think she needs a little more practice." Cindy winked playfully at Johnson. "What are you doing right now, Ronald? Oh yeah? Is it hard? Mmm, I'll bet that would feel good in my little pussy. Ooo, that sounds good. I'll bet you really know how to fuck a girl, don't you, Ronald?" Cindy had sexual instinct to spare. She was a master. Johnson couldn't help but react to her himself. His cock slipped in tiny jerks--he tried to move his hips but he was so restricted that all he served to do was tease himself. He lapped at Cindy's luscious pussy lips, and then flicked her clit with his tongue. "Would you like to suggest some pointers for my slave here? What should she do to me?" Cindy laughed girlishly. It drove Johnson insane. "No she can't really do that. She's not allowed. Besides, I've kinda got her tied up. All she can do is use her mouth on me. What should she do?" Cindy listened to a voice Johnson could not hear as she gazed down at him and laughed like giddy child. "Okay, I'll tell her. Slave, Ronald says you should nibble on my thighs." Cindy edged down and closed her sleek legs around Johnson's face. He looked at her with a conflicted longing he didn't understand as she encouraged him with stern blue eyes. "Well, go ahead. Yeah, Ronald, she can be a little bitch sometimes. Sometimes I have to punish her. Well, I gave her a spanking yesterday. Yeah, it even hurt my hand. Yeah her poor little bottom was all red. Well she deserved it!" Her girlish laughter tortured him. Johnson craned his neck so that his mouth was touching the thigh next to her slit. He bared his teeth and slipped a fold of her tight skin between them--nibbling just as he had been told. "Oh, Ronald that feels really good." Cindy's thighs shifted around him. He could see a drop of juice and saliva fall from her shaved slit into the doll's mouth. "God yes, she's teasing my thighs with her teeth. I'm so wet, Ronald. My pussy is just aching for a big cock. Is it? Oh goody! What else should my slave do? Well, yeah, she's been kinda naughty. Wow, Okay. Slave, Ronald says you should lick my ass." Cindy edged forward a bit more and leaned back against the end table. Her free hand rested behind her, holding up her weight as her thighs framed Johnson's face and the soft cheeks of her bottom molded around the doll's pliable features. "Oh, this is going to feel so good, Ronald. I can't wait!" She edged her ass forward so that her tight cheeks wrapped around his face and nose. "Ronald wants you to lick it, Slave." Johnson could see Cindy's juice leaking out of her sweet pussy and dripping toward her puckered ass. All he had to do was stick out his tongue. The realization that his boss--quite possibly one of the most foul, greedy and ruthless men he'd ever met next to Karl Young himself--was literally directing Johnson's very debasement washed over him like grim death. "Oh my God, Ronald! Yeah, her tongue is so wet. She's lapping up the pussy juice that leaked down there. Oh, she's so pretty, Ronald." Cindy smiled down at Johnson, grinding her ass cheeks into his lips. "Oh, are you close? My slave and I are getting you all hot and bothered, huh? Oh wow, really? You're making me blush Ronald! Okay. Slave, Ronald says you should flick my clit with your tongue until I cum. He says if you don't do a good job, I should. . . What? Wow, Ronald that's really nasty. I like the way you think." Cindy once again shifted her weight forward, bringing her jutting clit within reach of Johnson's tongue. "Are you touching your cock, Ronald? Ooo, I'll bet it's really big, huh? Oh, yeah, if you fucked a little girl like me with it you might just split me open. I'm not sure if I could handle you." Cindy's breath quickened. Johnson nervously lapped at her wet clit, both excited and disgusted with himself as his hard cock rubbed in the tiniest of strokes inside the doll's pussy. Her body started to spasm erratically. "Yeah, is that what you want to do? Ooo, you're naughty Ronald." She began reacting in earnest to Johnson's laboring tongue. "Oh, God, Ronald, you're making me all horny. Yeah, my slave is licking at my clit like a good little girl. Yeah, I'm kind of bad aren't I?" she breathed. "You want to teach me a lesson? Oh my God." Cindy looked down at Johnson with intensity, and if he didn't know any better, affection in her eyes. He knew he was making her feel good. Her spasms and her short intakes of air indicated that she was nearing her peak. "Oh my God Ronald, you're so nasty. Do you want to fuck my throat before you cum? Yeah? Do you want to cum in my face? Are you man enough to use me like a little slut?" Johnson's mouth ached. His neck was sore and exhausted. He tongued Cindy's hard clit--finding himself aching to see her cum once more, but at the same time never wanting to see the sadistic little bitch again. Her words to Tyrney had once again filled his mind with filthy images that he could not erase, but he was unable to satisfy his cock within his confinement. "Oh, good, Ronald. Yes, all over my face. Squirt your hot cum all over my pretty face. Show me what a man you are. Oh yeah? You want to show me my place? Oh, I'm so bad. You want to teach me a lesson? Yeah, that's right. Grab my hair, Ronald. Force my face where you want it so that you can soil me properly. Are you? Oh, it's dripping off my cheek, Ronald. It's getting into my eyes. Yeah, you're squirting it all over my mouth. Mmmmm. It's so hot and sticky Ronald. Wow you cum a lot. Oh my God. You really know how to use little girls like me, don't you? Oh, it makes me want to cum too." Cindy locked her eyes onto Johnson's, daring him to look away. Her face was racked with feeling, her wet eyes sparkled in the light. He let his lips wrap around her clit as his tongue snaked between them, flicking it hard and fast. "You're going to make me cum, Ronald!" she told Johnson with a beautiful, pleading voice. "Oh, God. Ohhh." Cindy slurred her words. "Holy cow!" Her eyes rolled back into her head and she almost dropped the phone--catching it between her forearm and her breast. Her body quaked silently with another of her intense orgasms. Johnson's cock was desperate. He felt an inexplicable, giddy excitement as he made the teenager cum. Pussy juice seemed to gush out of her as her body quivered above him. His chin was covered with her aromatic sex. Her beautiful orgasm took his breath away and made him lose sight of his pain and worries, even if only for an instant. "Ohh, oh. Oh my gosh, doggy," she whispered as she affectionately squeezed his head between her soft thighs. Her arms fumbled to get the phone back up to her ear. "Oh, yes. Oh my God. That was good, huh Ronald?" Cindy grabbed Johnson's hair again, and lifted his head up to face her. "Really? Well, okay." Cindy lifted her crotch up with her legs and started smearing her pussy all over Johnson's face--covering his nose, cheeks and lips with the remainder of her juice. "Yeah, I did. She's so pretty. Oh, you're such a perverted stud. I wish you could see her. Well, I'm glad you had a good time, Ronald. I sure did. Yeah, no problem. Don't thank me, thank your co-worker friend. Oops, I can't tell you that, remember?" She giggled again. "Okay, Ronald. Maybe I'll talk to you later. Okay. Bye bye, sweety." "Wow, that was fun! Your phone number is unlisted, right Professor?" Cindy tittered at Johnson as she reached down and mussed up his hair, his chin still planted on her vulnerable twat. Johnson was awestruck at what she had just done, and strangely both humiliated and excited by the part he had played in it. "You wanna cum? Doggy wanna cum?" she said playfully. "Yes. Yes, please." His exhausted mouth drooled involuntarily onto her sticky pussy. "Well, I'll tell you what, Professor." Cindy reached back and put the phone down. "You did really good on my pussy," she threw her head the side and ogled the words. "I'm even still shaking a little. This'll be your only chance for a while. Are you sure you want it?" "Yes. Fuck you! Yes!" He felt like nothing more than a depraved human accessory to the toy he was attached to. "Well, okay then. I'll only give you two minutes though. If you can't cum in two minutes--" "Untie me, Cindy. Get me off this fucking doll." Two minutes was a lifetime. He could cum in seconds if she just unstrapped him. "No, no Professor, just like that. You're already inside her. All you have to do is fuck her." He moved against the doll--the tight packing straps were unrelenting. The doll might as well have been a part of him. His biggest movements only exacerbated his desperate need without bringing him any closer to climax. His mind was flooding with the images Cindy had described to his boss only moments ago. "I can't fucking move, Cindy!" He felt his sweaty skin against the doll's. His hard cock was hopelessly buried into it, his shaved balls hanging in front of the doll's artificial ass-hole. Cindy glanced at the clock on the wall. "Your down to a one minute-fourty, Professor." He moved against the doll, he squeezed his cock into it--puckering his ass and forcing even more blood into his engorged member. His arms and legs thrashed--jerking the dolls appendages with them. "Fuck, Cindy!" "Here, maybe I can help." Cindy reached over Johnson's head and grabbed something off his back. Other than his lube bottle, he didn't realize anything else was there. "See this, Professor?" A clear acrylic shape emerged in front of the old man's anguished face. It was a butt-plug. It was a small one, not much wider than a finger, but with enough of a tapered bulge to fulfill its purpose. She must have put it there before she woke him up with her cursed ball tickling. Cindy spread her legs again, leaning back so that her puckered ass was in clear view. "You want to see this go in here?" Cindy teased the tip of the clear plastic on her butt cheek adjacent to her tight opening. "Would that help you cum, doggy?" Johnson's chin rested on the doll's lips. His neck was terribly strained, but he couldn't take his eyes away from Cindy's anal offering. He jerked his body against the toy, his aching cock slipping in tiny movements in its silicone envelope. "Here, lube it up for me." She pointed the tip of the plug toward Johnson's drooling mouth. He parted his lips and she slid it inside. "Good little doggy. Are you going to cum for me?" "Mmm," was all he could manage. She removed the toy from his mouth, stringers of his saliva followed it back to her anus. "Mmm, look at that." Cindy's flesh refracted heavily through the wet acrylic toy. She pressed the small tip against the threshold of her ass. Johnson's saliva dripped off of it and down the ridge of her cheeks onto the doll's face. "You wish this was your cock?" Johnson thrashed--150 pounds of sweat slicked ballast working against him. He could practically feel Cindy's tight ass ring reacting to the touch of the smooth acrylic nub. His work finally started to result in a meaningful rhythm. If he could just keep moving his cock just that way, he might be able to let go. How was she able to keep doing this to him? "Oop, thirty seconds, dirty doggy." Her anus stretched around the tip, allowing the toy's slow entry into her. "Ooooh, my gosh," she sighed. Johnson could do nothing but let out a loud cry of anguish and frustration. He was so close, so close. "Uh oh." Suddenly, Cindy removed the tip of the butt plug from her ass. She swung her leg around his head and stood next to him, letting her nighty cascade over her legs again. "Twenty seconds, Professor. Are you close?" Johnson's exhausted body thrashed against the doll--his cock dodging between the precipice of orgasm and the frustration of denial. The couch shook underneath him. Cindy grabbed the lube bottle that rested on top of Johnson's back and yanked the chain against his neck. She was pouring lube on the toy. "What a bad little doggy. Ten seconds before your punishment." Suddenly Johnson realized what she was going to do. He felt the tip of the toy poking lightly against the very opening of his ass as he wrestled his worn body against the sex doll. "No wait! Wait!" He wanted to pretend. He wanted to convince her he had cum. But he hadn't, and nothing less would satisfy him. He continued thrusting uselessly. An uncooperative orgasm, willed into existence by unmitigated lust was boiling in his thighs--his aching cock creating just enough friction against the doll to bring him to the very edge. And then-- "Time's up, Professor!" Cindy said cheerfully, as she applied pressure to the lubed toy and deliberately eased it slowly through his puckered opening. "No. No! Ahhhh, Fuck!" he screamed--a dehumanizing mixture of pain and exhausted pleasure. He could feel his cock pumping his cum into the artificial slut below him. He felt pain in his ass as his anus stretched around the tapered bulge until it finally clamped down on the base--unleashing another freshly squeezed flood of sperm from his over-teased cock. Johnson howled into the doll's face. Cindy's feathery fingers teased the sensitive balls hanging below his recently plugged hole. He felt utterly emasculated. Pain and pleasure at once overwhelmed him as Cindy simply stepped back and watched his thrashing body--capturing his blurry gaze with a kind of wide-eyed innocence. His still pulsating cock caused involuntary contraction of his anus, which squeezed painfully around the toy's stubborn cylinder, sucking it further into him and poking his insides. His body spasmed with the slowly subsiding progression of this insidious cycle. When he was finally able to relax enough that the plug in his ass didn't hurt quite so much, he saw Cindy kneel beside his body and felt her head rest against his back. He was so sore, so tired, so humiliated. "You could've been so cool, Professor," she said earnestly. "Wow. I just. . . I just don't understand it." Johnson moaned, not having any words, and not knowing what she meant. Even so, he couldn't help but find a strange comfort in her gesture. She remained only a second before she silently left him there and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. As he heard her turn on the shower, he tried to rest as best he could, given his predicament. His ass was more relaxed now, but the idea of it being plugged revolted him--especially with the knowledge that she had pushed his orgasm over the edge with it. He didn't have the presence of mind or the energy to hope anymore. He waited. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, she wore a pair of shorts and a playful yellow tank top that showed off her bare navel. Her wavy curls dangled freely across her back. "Here," she said simply as she started unstrapping his arms. Neither of them said anything else for the next few minutes as Cindy finally released him from his wretched sleep partner. "I've got to go out for a while, Professor," she finally said. He reached back and wanted to remove the fucking plug from his ass, but Cindy slapped his hand away. "No, no. Bad doggy! That stays there all day." She paused as she looked at him, her features softening. "In fact. Here." She stepped over to reach into one of her grocery bags. She pulled out another, larger butt plug, and handed it to him. "When you've gotten used to that one, I'd put this one in if I were you." She studied his face with intense and willful eyes--a frightening, hungry look that spoke of animal anticipation. He realized his face was still crusted with the drying remnants of the sex juice she'd smeared all over him--as if marking him as her property. He could swear he saw the shiver course through her small body as she started nodding her head condescendingly. "You'll want to be all ready for me, right doggy?" - - - - He didn't know what else to do. He was free, but he wasn't. Cindy was coming back, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. He was genuinely frightened of her. He sat on the edge of the chair in the living room across from the cursed doll, preparing his mind. He opened his thighs and laid his feet wide apart on the floor. He leaned forward and slowly eased the slick butt plug out of his ass. He looked at its replacement. It was larger. To him it seemed very large. His stomach was knotted. His lungs couldn't hold enough air; he thought if he didn't calm down, he might pass out. His hands shook as he liberally applied lube from his bottle onto the new plug. He lowered it into position and felt the cold tip against his vulnerable anus. Closing his eyes with shameful surrender, he began to carefully push it in. It was big. It stretched him. He had to go very slowly, but finally, the bulge painfully popped inside him and his anus clamped down and sucked the fucking thing in. "Ahhhh. Fuck!" His teeth clenched in sharp antithesis to his efforts of relaxation. Unbelievably, his cock was hardening throughout the process. Cindy's hold over him dominated every thought. It was amplified by each sensation. He wanted to jack his cock off right there so that he could defy her--to demonstrate the limits of her control--but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to give her the satisfaction she would get from it. He would resist himself. He would resist her. Fuck her! The sun had just disappeared below the horizon and Cindy hadn't returned yet. The longer he waited the more raw his nerves became. He wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. A car door slammed. Cindy plopped a plastic shopping bag down on the table next to the couch. "Wanna watch some porn, Professor?" - - - - "She's pretty isn't she?" she said as if she was genuinely asking for his opinion. The brunette on the screen looked very young--certainly not much over nineteen or twenty. She was very petite and was already in a cock-teasing state of undress even as the scene began. The camera lingered over her delicate body--the small butterfly tattoo that adorned her inner calf just above her ankle, the micro-shorts that barely covered the top half of her butt cheeks, her pierced navel, the tight fishnet top that revealed her breasts and small, brown nipples underneath, and the curve of her rosy lips, slightly parted with the invitation for any cock to slip between them and into her mouth. She was the skimpy, docile embodiment of pornographic fantasy, or at least she was close enough--very pretty indeed. "Come on, you like her don't you?" Cindy reached her hand down and rubbed it against his cock. It responded to her delicate touch without hesitation. Johnson didn't have anything to say anymore. All his concentration was focused on mitigating the tension throughout his body. His sexual responses seemed beyond his control. His hands were bound with steel cuffs behind his back as he sat in the large chair in his entertainment room, naked. Cindy lay cuddled up with him on her side with her butt against the arm of the chair, wearing her tank top and shorts. Her legs folded over top of his, and he could smell her silky hair resting against his chest. Before Cindy had started the movie, she'd helped Johnson graduate to the next size up. It still resided in his ass, squeezed against the soft seat of the chair. It poked into him and somehow enhanced his erection whether he liked it or not. Johnson's eyes shifted over to the plain brown box she had set down next to the TV stand. "I tried it on and everything, Professor!" she had said. Although she hadn't opened the box, he knew what she was going to do. He couldn't stop it, and it was even more terrifying to think that perhaps he wouldn't want to. Cindy continued rubbing her hand along his hard shaft as they both watched the screen. The smallest movement of his cock triggered a flurry of strange and stiff movements inside. He felt as if it was somehow connected to the molded bulge of acrylic that was skewering him--as if the pain amplified his arousal, and his very erection somehow deepened his violation. The girl in the video was on her knees, wrapping her tender lips around an abnormally large, black cock. The man attached to it made no apology of fucking his generous endowment into her pliant mouth. Drool escaped the side of her lips and dripped down her breasts and on to her thighs. Her juicy grunts spoke of defiant submission as the odd couple cuddled up on Johnson's chair watched her. "Mmm, she's a little slut, huh, Professor?" Cindy reached down and grabbed the base of his butt plug and pulled it out slightly, only to then release it and allow Johnson's ass to suck it into him again. "Ugh, Jesus." Johnson's hands instinctively strained against his handcuffs. He tried to shift in the chair, but the weight of Cindy's body lying against him prevented it. Her hair slapped against his face as she swung around to face him. "Time for a bigger one, Professor?" He said nothing. She was going to do it no matter what he said. The pretty girl on the TV screen was now taking the big black cock from behind. Her moans and heavy breathing created an unsettling atmosphere as Cindy rolled back and reached behind her to grab another toy from the floor. She quietly poured some lube onto it from Johnson's bottle, still cuddling her head against his chest. She pulled his leg back and carefully removed his butt plug, and then slowly started to feed him the larger one. Johnson's heavy, measured breathing seemed to mimic that of the girl on the television. He struggled to relax enough to accommodate its insistent entry--now more accustomed to what to expect, but no more comfortable with its all-consuming sensation. "Sshhhhh." She slowly eased it in, her body jostled by Johnson's shaky frame. His cock once again established its direct connection to the stiff plug as it squeezed inside him--massaging his prostate. "Fuck!" he wailed. Cindy silently pressed her head against his heaving chest as his ass ingested the last of the plug--constricting around its thick base. The girl's building caterwauling on the screen seemed to mock him. He was convinced that her moans were born out of the need for intense illusion, while Cindy had made his own overwhelmingly real. The porn girl had magically transitioned onto her back, and the dark cock penetrated her trimmed pussy in long easy strokes. Cindy stood up and bent over to slip her shorts down her thighs. Conflicting, uncontrollable sensations racked Johnson's body behind her. The oversexed environment of the room, and his silent struggle against her very will, combined to create a maelstrom of chaos in his mind. "Wow, look at the size of that cock, Professor." She looked at the screen as she showed him her ass and slipped off her panties. "Geez, that's big. I wonder what that would feel like." Johnson's attention drifted from Cindy's slender body--now clad in only a skimpy yellow tank top--to the box on the floor. His rising fear seemed to coincide in a discordant way with the rhythmic slapping of the black man's balls against the submissive girl's tender pussy. Cindy resumed her cuddled position on top of Johnson. The slightest touch of her hand--every contact her smooth body made with his--seemed to feed his fear and his singularly anxious arousal. She curled up her legs so that one of her thighs rubbed against his aching cock. It felt so disgustingly good. The faceless man on the screen reached out and edged his hand under the girl's brunette mane as he pulled his cock out of her. He guided her head upward and curled his fingers into her hair until she stood before him. She opened her mouth in a sharp intake of sensual breath as he yanked her head back and established his manly dominance The camera followed the couple as his burly arm steered her down a hallway. Her obligatory high heels echoed loudly against the walls, the camera lingering behind to catch sight of her shapely ass. They reached a bedroom, where the man finally released her hair and allowed her to crawl onto the bed. Uneven rushes of air escaped her mouth as her intense eyes looked back at him with an indescribable expression of submissive anticipation. Then she bent down so that her cheek rested against the sheets--her ass jutting into the air invitingly. "Wow," breathed Cindy. "Did you see her face?" Johnson's heart thundered below Cindy's head. Feeling her body against his was exhilarating and terrifying. Every sensation electrified his nerves--her hair against his nipple, her leg against his shaft. Her reactions were so authentic, so confoundedly wide-eyed, yet her treatment of him had been so calculated, so unrelenting. The plug reaming his ass was a visceral reminder of what her insidious manipulations had turned him into. The shiny black cock inched into the girl's tiny asshole. Her previous caterwauling aside, her moans were unmistakably real this time. Johnson could feel Cindy's heavy breaths. He felt his thrumming heart echoing in his ears. They both watched--each a silent voyeur. Cindy's delicate body shivered with intensity on top of him. The brunette on the screen opened her mouth in an inexplicable expression of complex feeling. A gravelly whimper understated her extreme countenance as she willed her body to remain completely still--allowing the veiny endowment to creep into her stretched ass. He reamed her, slowly--deliberately with no apparent affection, no intimate feeling. Her submissive acceptance, an almost cherished expression of agony, slowly transformed into one of intense complexity. Pain, pleasure, hate, and sheer, willful abjection could all be seen in her vulnerable eyes. Cindy's hand crept down Johnson's chest, and across her leg. He could feel her light fingers tickling his scrotum--taking the hairless folds between her fingers and lightly tugging at his sack, sending a chain reaction of sensation through the plug and into his ass. His cock ached with obscene need in the crook of her knee. Her whisper was shaky--powerful. It was unlike anything he'd ever heard. "Wanna try, Professor?" Tense chills stabbed at the top of his spine. "Cindy?" Only the indescribable growls of the girl on the television answered him. "Please, just let me go." "Nuh-uh," she said with a cold lust that left no room for debate. "No way." "You're gonna get fucked, doggy," she breathed--the simple word somehow sounded more obscene than he'd ever heard it said before. Her young voice was steady with a sense of absolute, sensual power. Her eyes fixed on the screen as she lifted her head off his chest and started to stand up. "Cindy. Not this. Just stop, please." His panic loomed. He wanted to apologize. He wanted to give her everything--anything but this. She stood as if she was on the edge of a precipice preparing to jump. She took a deep, fluttery breath--her sexual instinct overtaking the last of her reservations--and bent over, impatiently fumbling through the box next to the television. She tossed a bottle of anal lube on the floor by Johnson's feet, and then turned around holding the black, rubber strap on cock in her shivering hands. The porn girl's sheet-muffled screams of submissive strength coincided with the unrelenting strokes of the huge black snake slipping in and out of her ass. Cindy eased the waistband of the rubber appendage over her thighs. She carefully slipped the curved inner nub--clearly designed for her pleasure--into her sopping pussy, then tightened the straps so that her lewd black cock silhouetted against the television. Her dry lips were parted, he could hear her labored breathing as her eyes enslaved his. "Cindy." She shook her head at him silently. "Take it out," she whispered with an unapologetic lust he'd only imagined that she was capable of, indicating the toy in his butt with her eyes. Adrenaline coursed through him. His arms shuddered, and his hands tried to move, but he'd forgotten about his handcuffs. "I can't!" he panicked. Her voice was steadily intense through her increasingly heavy breaths. "Do you want me to take it out?" He didn't. He leaned forward carefully, trying to minimize the strain on his sore ass. He lifted his body up so that he stood and bent his back downward--squatting his knees in front of her, struggling to reach the base of the plug with his bound hands behind him. His hard cock dangled pathetically--thrusting toward her as he slowly eased the toy out of his anus. "Aaahhh," his shaky wail echoed the muffled cries of the girl on the television. Finally, the slick plug was expelled onto the floor by his rapidly closing sphincter. Cindy's eyes pierced into him--lust and power colored them. "Get on your knees." He paused. His body shook with terrified excitement. He dropped to his knees in front of the teenager. Cindy reached her foot out as she rubbed her new cock with a comparatively small hand, and touched her sole to Johnson's throbbing member--rubbing it, kicking it. "God, you just can't help it, can you?" Shame, fear and unfettered lust welled up in his soul. When had he become her slave? Cindy bit her bottom lip in a maddeningly cute smirk of lust as her toes played with his raging hard on--the smooth outline of her petite frame interrupted lewdly by the veiny protuberance between her legs. Her nipples poked through the tight yellow material of her tank top, which struck Johnson as the schoolgirl, navel-bearing equivalent of a wife beater t-shirt. Her tendons flexed under the skin of her slender forearm as she pumped on her unnatural cock. She was so heart-breakingly feminine, but her eyes were those of a hungry sexual predator. Her breathy voice grunted. "All the way down. Get all the way down." She reached forward and pushed his head toward the floor until his cheek rested on the carpet--his position not much different than that of the analized porn girl. Cindy rested her foot on Johnson's face, curling her toes into the hair above his ear. Her voice shook with fierce restraint above him. "Oh, my God you're such a little cock-tease." She stepped behind him. Johnson's breath heaved through his chest, his eyes wide, and his wretched cock jutting toward his belly. He felt Cindy's hand wrap around him, stroking him. His body shivered with anxious, helpless anticipation. His teeth chattered beyond his control. She was going to do this to him. A pent up urge--long denied--welled inside him. He wanted her to take him--even as his conscious mind screamed in defiance. "You're too tall, bitch. Spread your legs." Her hand slapped against his inner thighs. His knees rubbed against the carpet as he spread his legs wider, lowering his ass and flattening uncomfortably under her on her command. He heard the squelching sound of thick lube behind him. "Mm, I'm gonna fuck you, Professor." He could feel her thighs shaking against his as she took her final position behind him. He could smell her pungent, plugged sex through the rubber. Then he felt it. The cold tip of Cindy's lubed cock pushed against his abused ass. His arms struggled against the steel rings around his wrists. His breath quickened. The berber carpet scratched against his cheek. He felt his anus stretching painfully around the bulbous head. His neck strained--teeth clenched--as his exploding lungs sprayed spit all over the carpet beside his face. "Uhnnn... Fuck!" He felt as if he was being split open a little bit at a time. Pain racked his body. "God, look at that." He heard her thin voice behind him; her hand pushed against his back. His knees slipped backwards in his instinctual efforts to get away from her. His butt dropped as her slick cock popped out of him. "No, no," she said with an impatience reminiscent of a spoiled child. He felt her reach her hand into the crook of his hip. She jerked him back onto his knees, and then grabbed a fistful of his hair. His head swung to the opposite cheek. "Don't fucking move, doggy." He felt like a wild animal--forced by the will of an insane teenager, and his own disgusting weaknesses into an unnatural act of supreme obscenity. Her cock pushed inside him again. He felt sickening freedom in his wretched submission. He didn't want this, but his body thirsted for it. Adrenaline assaulted his veins. Hyperventilation gave the carpet around his gaping mouth a humid warmth. He found the television in his gaze, and he suddenly felt a strange kinship with the lonely, intense eyes of the ass-reamed girl on the screen. "Cindy," he expelled. "Wait. Wait!" The last of his dignity waged its final battle for his soul. "Ohhhh, my gosh. You're so tight, Professor." Cindy moaned above him--clearly feeling her own portion of the toy inside her wet folds. Her small frame pressed into him--his ass stretching and sliding around her unnatural girl-cock. He couldn't speak. He took deep, intense breaths--measured--all his concentration on relaxation. His ass was painfully stretched open, and he'd never felt so vulnerable in his life. His cock bobbed in her slender hand--accepting his violation in ways his mind was never prepared for. She used it as a handle to stabilize his skewered body, its movements contributing to inexplicable sensations he'd never felt before. Finally, his mind on fire with shame and lust, Cindy's cock was completely buried into him. It poked inside, seeming to vibrate, as Cindy's body shuddered around the toy. He was hers. He was nothing more than her man-cunt--penetrated. Violated. Used for her own sick pleasure. He let out an uninhibited wail--an animal cry of stuffed, horny, subjugation. "Fuck!" Cindy responded to him--jerking against his frail body bringing herself the pleasure of his sexual slavery through the hard rubber of their common link. "What does it feel like to get ass fucked by one of your students?" she whispered. Johnson's mouth drooled onto the carpet in a silent wail. His impaled ass was hers, and the tip of Cindy's monster cock poked against his insides--creating deliciously disgusting sensations of pure submission that he could not process. Cindy pulled out of him, then pushed back in--starting to fuck him. "God, I wish I could feel you, doggy." She pushed and pulled slowly. Her strokes became long, pulling all that way to the head, and then slowly sliding back into him until her sticky, rubber balls clung to his own. Johnson's cock raged. He hated the sensation, but couldn't get enough of it. Cindy's smallest movements triggered floods of unfathomable feeling coursing through his insides. All of them somehow centered in his cock, which wanted release now more than ever. "Ugh. Uh. Uh. Oh my God." His grunts coincided with the increasing pressure of her thrusts. "What's the matter, doggy?" Her movements stopped. He wanted the sensations back. His anus constricted around her black dick--relishing his fullness, and squeezing more blood into his aching cock. He needed more. "Please." He whispered frantically. The pleasure of his pain gripped every fiber of his being. He hadn't the presence of mind to understand it. "Please what?" He could hear the unbelievable excitement in her young voice. To him, Cindy was a teenaged, sexual powerhouse. He was at her mercy. "Fuck me." The words spat out of his mouth, but he couldn't believe them. Her stationary cock choked his ass as it pulsated around the rubber shaft. "Ooo, what a bad, bad doggy. You want me to make you my bitch?" Her voice was quivering with restraint. He hated himself. "FUCK!" "You like it when little girls pump you in the ass?" He tried to writhe his body underneath her. She responded by burying her cock into him to the hilt--pressing all her weight against him, pulling back on his hair. "AAHHH!" Johnson uttered incoherent obscenities into the carpet as his body was possessed by the unrelenting girl. "Beg me!" "I'm yours! I'm your doggy! Just fuck me. Please, fuck me, Cindy." He no longer felt any control. He was her ass-whore. She had invaded his soul. He imagined her tense, slender legs behind her, her jutting nipples above him, the sugar-sweet euphoric intensity that was no doubt written across her face. He longed for her to fuck her rubber dong in and out of him once more. "Just fuck me! Make me cum! PLEASE, CINDY!" "Wow," she moaned with powerful energy above him and pulled her cock outward, releasing her weight on his body. "You're such a filthy little bitch." He felt her sliding in and out of him--raping his used ass. He felt every manufactured vein of her cock pass through his obscenely tight anal cavity. Every stroke heightened his sensitivity to her subtle movements, and the feelings of complete fullness brought into focus her absolute girl-dominance over his disgusting sexual needs. "Oh my fucking God!" she said, "I'm gonna get off. I'm gonna make you get me off. You're going to be my fucking, little doggy cum slut, aren't you?" "Yes. Yes! Whatever you want, Cindy! I'll be your cum slut!" His arms struggled against his handcuffs, wanting so badly to touch his raging cock. "Right now. Right now, cum slut!" She pulled slowly out in one last interminable stroke. Finally the head popped out of his dilated ass. It painfully clamped closed. His mouth expelled a splatter of drool--a reaction to his complex physical punishment and overwhelmed state of mind. "Ohh. My God. Ohh." His body collapsed and thrashed underneath her as his unsatisfied cock rubbed against the scratchy carpet. As Johnson desperately tried at once to catch his breath, get himself off, and come to terms with what had just happened, he lifted his head and saw Cindy's spastic fingers pulling impatiently against the straps of her toy--trying to get it off of her as fast as possible. "Cindy. Please! Cindy!" He watched with insane need as her tight legs freed themselves of the strap on. She stepped next to his head and dropped her shiny ass to the floor next to his face. "Eat my cunt!" She grabbed his hair roughly with outrageous impatience. She pulled his head up off the floor with no regard to his own needs. "Eat my cunt! You filthy fucking man-slut." She spread her legs, her knees bent upward straddling his prone face. Johnson felt her pulling his head toward her sopping pussy. He instinctively stuck his tongue out as she pressed his face into her sex with all the force her arms could conjure. He savored her familiar taste. He was so hungry for her; he wanted to crawl into her tender body and never come out. Her hands were relentless, her fingers dug into his skull as she pressed his face hard against her wet lips. Her pubis thrust and squeezed against him, grinding her pussy around his tongue and lips and smearing his face with her juice. He worked his tongue frantically inside her, and along her shorn folds. Her hips bucked into him. "Oh my FUCKING GOD!" Johnson's legs struggled to get leverage, but Cindy's thrashing body and vice-grip prevented it. He was a mouth to her--a breathing, human cunt-licker to get her off, and he wanted desperately to get her off. Her scent invaded him. The scratchy carpet gave no pleasure to his cock--which was so tight and filled with his unmitigated lust that it hurt. Her body thrashed, her thighs hugged against his ears, and her warm skin enveloped his wet face. Cindy screamed with a guttural release that seemed to seep directly into Johnson's taut psyche and bring him dangerously close to passing out. With all his lust channeled into Cindy's sweet sex, he wriggled his tongue against her hard clit--each stroke seeming to incite tiny explosions in her delicate body. "Ahnnnn!" Cindy's incoherent cries spoke of indescribable pleasure. He could hear the unattainable longing inherent within them, and as she finally relaxed her grip on his hair, he looked into her face and saw it covered with tears. She looked at him with an inexplicable mixture of pleasure and anger that he couldn't fathom. "Fuck, Professor!" she said almost desperately. "This isn't how this was supposed to happen. I'm not supposed to be. . . Dammit!" she cursed him, capturing his eyes with a look of dark connection that he hadn't seen before. "You're just such a," she sniffed and her face softened as she struggled for the word. "Prick." Another tear trickled down her cheek. Her face was flushed and beautiful, her hair stuck to her cheeks and forehead. He saw determined, yet compassionate eyes through the tears. He was in no position to contemplate it. He needed to cum so badly. His cock ached with the need. He wanted her to make him cum in the most disgusting, shameful ways--just like she had done before. "Sarah said she loved you, Professor--even after the shitty things you did." She wiped her streaming tears away with the back of her hand. "Maybe I should have believed her." She shook her head as if dismissing what she just said. "I don't know." "Cindy. Cindy, please. Please." They were the only words he could form, as he reached out to her. He wanted her to take him, to use him. He was her slave. He needed to cum. Her face turned cold; impatient; disgusted. "What? Do you still need to cum, you filthy cock-slut!" Johnson rolled onto his side, looking up at her, not having any words, and not having the presence of mind to comprehend hers. His raped ass felt painfully empty, and his all-consuming cock throbbed between his legs. "You're so fucking pathetic. Get yourself off, you fucking prick!" She turned away from him and ran down the hall--leaving him there. She stopped short of his bedroom door and turned around to face him before finally stepping in and closing the door behind her. Johnson lay sprawled on the floor--his ass simply raw, his cock desperately wanting the young girl back, and his mind a chaotic typhoon of turmoil. He was consumed with the need to cum, shamed with his completed transformation into nothing more than her cum-junkied, ass slave, and troubled with the growing significance of the words she had just spoken. His stunned silence was only broken by the sound of a man's voice as it groaned from the television--the visage of his cock squirting its cum onto the docile face of a relentlessly fucked young girl. To be concluded. . .