*** Unpleasantness ***
Ned cuddled in bed with Kellie. This farewell tour de force was going well and the pair were eager for more. But all the sexual activity had created a hunger for something more nutritious.
Room service delivered a much-needed midnight snack, a replenishment for their spent energies, and a respite before more bedroom activities. The nourished and somewhat rested pair lay again in bed, Kellie tucked again against his side and his hand playing lightly with a boob. Ned felt a macho bent to his mood after the stupendous blowjob. He was circling her stiff nipple, roguishly teasing her into arousal, knowing he couldn't satisfy her soon, not until he further refracted. He thought that her telling of some sexual adventure would amplify her vexation and his own ego.
"Were all your memories pleasant?"
Kellie hesitated only a moment before responding.
"No... Karl forced me into anal, it hurt and I didn't like it at all."
This was the perfect complement to Ned's desire to torment his little coed fuck-mate. His hand soothed and fondled the soft handful of tit.
"Tell me about it..."
Her voice was soft, almost sad but she dutifully related the tale.
Kellie was studying in her dorm room, casually dressed in panties and a sheer button-front blouse. Her door opened suddenly, no knock, just a turn of the knob and a push. Karl, the big black Coach Tutor strode through, naked but for a loincloth. A startled Kellie gathered her wits and set her Calculus textbook down on the mattress where she had sat studying in lotus pose. She unquestioningly unraveled her legs and alighted the bed.
She took a respectful stance before the male in her presence: hands clasped behind her arched back, posing her breasts forward, face level, eyes lowered. Her vision rested on the tangle of black straps dangling toward the floor in Karl's fist. He calmly surveyed his coaching assignment, satisfied with her show of deference.
She stood steady as he approached. His unencumbered hand adroitly plucked at the blouse's buttons, a gentleness she hadn't expected. He eased the fabric over her shoulders and it slid down her arms to pool at her wrists where her fingers were still entwined. Her posture presented her bare boobs high and forward.
Almost unconsciously, his fingers grazed circles on her outthrust areolae. The center bumps autonomously stiffened and he picked at those with clasping fingertips. She anticipated a nipple pinch, sucking a small intake of breath to bear the pain, but he withheld that move.
The tangle of straps unwound as he shook them loose and she saw, eyes still lowered, that it was a collar and leash. She dropped the blouse behind her as she raised her hands to lift her hair away, exposing her neck.
Karl wrapped the broad leather band around her throat and buckled it snugly but not overly tight. He clipped the leash to the front ring. Turning to leave, he simply stepped away, an unspoken presumption that she would comply, knowing that she had to comply when the leash grew taut, leading his trainee out of her room and down the hallway. Several other coeds, in various stages of undress, silently watched Kellie pass by, her eyes still lowered, arms dangling loosely in meek surrender. They knew where Kellie was headed and their faces showed a mixture of fear, compassion, admiration, and even a little jealousy, at their own memories of her coming encounter.
Karl led his captive coed down several flights of stairs, peeking back furtively to see Kellie's boobs exhibit their gentle bounce and sway as she descended, step by step behind him. His cock twitched at the sexy sight and his mushroom head swelled.
Arriving at the scheduled destination, Karl opened the dark wooden door and pulled Kellie closer to him by her leash, then stood aside as he shoved her, his hand on her thong-creased ass, through the portal to her coming dungeon experience.
Kellie stumbled over the threshold, a heel clipping the edge, but managed to recover without falling after the rude push. Karl noticed the sidewinder boob flash from behind and smiled; such a delightful pair of tits, soon to be molested as his decadent play-toys.
He followed, closing the door behind him, secluding the coed and himself in this special training space.
Kellie had been here before but as an assistant rather than a trainee. Her memories fathomed the harsh treatment that soon lay ahead. She hadn't forgotten the dank, smoky atmosphere, reminiscent of menacing darkness, lit only by the fireplace glow.
Karl brusquely pushed her again, towards the central table, a roughhewn waist-high bench, edged with black leather straps and fasteners at numerous locations, optimally arrayed to restrain a human body.
Karl placed her lower back against the long side, pressed her shoulders down, forced her to kneel, and clipped her wrists wide along the table length. That pose forced her to squat with her arms stretched spread eagle. He roamed the room behind her; she couldn't look backward over her spread shoulders and he was unseeable to her. She heard him browse for just the right implement to continue this sexual lesson. Apparently, he found what he was looking for and returned to her front. In his hand was a two-foot-long dog switch with a doubled leather flap on the end of the flexible rod.
Standing to her right side, he started, the first swat catching her right nipple in a stinging flick. She saw it coming but yipped in surprise nonetheless, then the dull burn crept across her boob. Tears formed in her eyes.
Karl saw them and his stiffening cock bulged even more in its loincloth cover. His penile tool signaled its readiness, nay, impatience, to get buried in a warm wet female orifice. Karl tamped down the impulsive urge, resuming mental authority over his willful appendage's enthusiasm.
Kellie braced for the next blows and Karl did not disappoint. A series of swats covered her tits from top to bottom and side to side, until the pain was a glowing fire over her mammary targets. She squirmed in her restraints, knowing even then that the reflexive struggle was futile. The motions shimmied her breasts; she gloomily assumed that her bobbing tits only encouraged Karl's lashings even more.
He did find her dancing boobs amusing, a challenging facet of his wicked game. Her nipples were moving bullseyes but accomplished Karl scored perfect hits many, many times.
Pausing to survey his work, he waited as she took a few deep breaths and sagged down in her restraints. Her fleshy chest globes sagged from her forward bend and he used the flexible rod to raise them up from underneath, indenting the rosy blushed chest bags as he elevated his handiwork for closer inspection.
Satisfied with the results of the tit flogging, he tossed the training rod aside and, unfastening one wrist, drew her up, turning her around to clip that one to the ring where her other wrist was attached. He unclipped that other one and fastened it where the first had been. She now faced the table, arms stretched wide.
He hunched her forward, a hand on her spine firmly pressing her enflamed tits onto the tabletop. The rough contact was nearly unbearable and she irrepressibly wept, trying to stifle the sobs which only shook her body more and made the chest chafing even worse.
Meanwhile, Karl was searching the room for another implement and, finding it, returned to her prominent ass. He kicked her inner heels and grunted a guttural command.
"Spread 'em."
She shuffled to comply; bracing her body against the table for stability. The movement rubbed her nipples hard against the rough wood, eliciting more sobs. She hoped she had widened her stance enough to satisfy him and apparently, she had. Without word or warning, he ripped off her sweat-soaked thong panties.
A coolness dripped onto her anal rose. She twisted her neck and her tear-stained face peered back to see Karl holding a chrome, multi-layered designer anal plug, shining an oily glistening in the firelight as he lowered it to her also lubricated asshole for insertion. His large fingers parted her ass cheeks and he diddled the tool's smaller rounded end against her anal orifice, testing its orientation before the actual pressing in. She felt the cold rippled cylinder slide into her rectum, feeling each sequential ring stretch her anus wider, and then contract in the notch. Her anus expanded and contracted wider as each larger stage passed through until it was fully and deeply seated.
He slapped her ass and pointed a finger forward. She returned her gaze ahead, resting her chin on the table. His cock poked at her pussy and slid home easily. She was mystified how the callous abuse had aroused sopping lubrication in her cunt. Karl stroked slowly but fully, wetting his entire long erection.
He pulled out his cock and extracted the ribbed anal probe; its reverse undulations now expanding then relaxing her sphincter. She felt a sense of emptiness until he implanted the warmed metal plug in her pussy. She felt his wet fleshy knob touch her gaped anal opening and she reared up, a renewed sign of reluctance and resistance.
Her ears heard the smart sound of the palm smack on her ass cheek echo in the room before the pain spread outward from the blow and she sobbed again. The sniffles were like an aphrodisiac to his lust and he quickly forced in his knob, an expansion not unlike the chrome plug had done. He took a minor pause, and then the knob and shaft descended to full depth in one slippery mighty shove.
She lay on her chest, and flexed her arms to test the immovable fastenings as Karl thrust and retreated, thrust and retreated, inside her rectum. Her sobs mingled together in one rhythmic cacophony. The sound of Karl's ascending gasps broke through the noise and she heard more than felt when his cock spewed its cum in her ass to his guttural grunt of pleasure.
He collapsed on her back, compressing her tits even harder into the table. She was numb to any additional pain in her chest, dully hoping the ordeal was finished. He tilted up off her body and pulled out. He unfastened her wrists; her knees buckled and she slumped down, painfully dragging her bruised tit-flesh over the edge of the wooden planks.
Karl picked her up, his circling forearms arms compressing her boobs. He flipped her like a limp doll into a two-arm carry and laid her on the tabletop. She was dazed and barely perceived that he was fastening her wrists and ankles to the corners, face up. He left her there and she lost track of time but cherished the respite, resting in a half-sleep dream state. The room's musty air eased the rawness of her sore tits as her foggy mind floated back through the agony of the breast beatings and anal fuck.
Karl sat resting himself, in a comfortable chair, refracting and watching Kellie shake her head and murmur "...no...no...no..." in her twilight delirium.
After some time, he rose from his chair, thinking 'It's time to finish up.'
Kellie sensed movement nearby and emerged from her fitful torpor to see Karl's big black muscular frame hovering over her spread, bound body. She shook her bonds but, just as before, there was no chance of escape. Karl plucked out the still-embedded plug in her cunt. Only a moment later, it was replaced by his fat erection.
Kellie capitulated to his will and abandoned any further scuffle. She surprised even herself with the full body surrender. She let the sexual sensations grow in her groin and were soon beyond retreat, feeling the tingles sweep outward. Her mind clouded, her back arched and she cried out as the orgasmic tremors shook her body into full sexual gratification. Her consciousness floated through a dull-minded swoon of repetitive raptures, failing to notice Karl's ejaculatory culmination and subsequent pullout.
Her mind returned to feel fingers loosening her wrist and ankle clasps; hands helped her stand upright and her sensual fog dissipated. Karl held up the leash and clipped it again to her collar. He pulled her along, opening the door and leading her into the hallway and up the stairs. Her steps steadied as she followed along and, in the dorm hallway, loitering sister coeds spied her blushed beaten breasts and glistening inner thighs where Karl's milky discharge leaked from her cunt and asshole.
