Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen unless otherwise stated. If you have a problem with bondage or non-consensual sex, go no further! This story is purely for adult fantasy and entertainment. The author in no way condones violence towards women. Constructive criticism and comments welcome at the end. As a writer, I am trying to explore some sexual themes that I haven't in previous years. This originally began as a short story but unexpectedly grew and evolved as I explored more of the heroines's struggles to understand herself and conflicts both internal and external. This idea was given to me by one of my new fans who also shares many of my kinks. I hope you enjoy it!
-BBD
Chapter One
"Professor Anderson, you wanted to see me?"
"Doctor Anderson. Yes, Jim, come on in and have a seat."
"Professor Zucharelli to you, Doctor Anderson."
The tone in which he says my name the second time makes me want to slap that smug smile off his face. Since I'm not in the mood to go to jail on assault charges, I ignore him. He sits across from my desk. He leans back and puts his feet up.
"Keep your feet off my desk," I say in a crisp tone, "you aren't at home."
"No, I'm not. If I was, then I'd have my shoes off." He keeps giving me that smile that gives me the creeps.
The only reason I haven't fired his ass outright is because the board likes him. Plus, when you're the only black head of your department at a small college, it's not always easy to get others to take you seriously.
"Professor, I'm just going to come to the point. Your female students have been accusing you of sexual harassment."
"Harassment?" he tosses his head back and laughs. "Come on Doc, do you really believe that? You've got a bunch of kids running around here away from home for the first time, horny as hell, and they're mad because I won't cross that line with them."
"Oh really? Is that why you threaten to flunk them unless they sit in the front of your class with short skirts on? How about sheer tops? Hmmm? What about the young lady who you told to show up without underwear?"
"Those are very serious accusations, Doc. You got any proof of these wild tales?"
"As a matter of fact, I do."
I pull out my phone and play a conversation back for him.
"You know Marcy, you can greatly improve your grade in my class if you do a little something for me."
"Like what?"
"Tomorrow, I want you in that red mini skirt, and no panties."
"W...why...why? Why would I show up like that?"
"You need to pass, don't you? The last time I checked, you were on academic probation. If you don't get a decent grade in my class, you're going to flunk out of school. Do you really want to explain that one to Mom and Dad?"
"N....n...no!"
"No, what?"
"No....Sir!"
"Good girl. Now, I'll see you on Thursday, appropriately dressed."
I stop the playback.
"That's just one conversation."
"There's more."
I play back more conventions between him and some other female students. Thank God one girl had the sense to secretly record him, and she told the others to do the same. By the time I'm done, Jim is visibly sweating. He is trying to loosen his tie.
"I...you don't think..."
"Save it! I'm going to be putting you on paid administrative leave effective immediately pending a full investigation into your behavior."
"You can't do that!"
"Oh yes, I can, and I will. Your actions are clearly unethical and might I add, immoral. You should be ashamed of yourself, taking advantage of these innocent girls like that! If it were up to me, you'd not only be fired, I would make sure that the only job that you could get would be flipping burgers!"
"You bitch!"
He stands up and slams his hand on my desk. His face is beet red.
"You're not going to do this to me, you uppity ass bitch!"
"Get out NOW! I'm calling security!"
I pick up my phone. My back is to him. Before I can dial, Jim leaps at me, his beefy hand covering my mouth and his other hand wrapping around my torso, clamping my arms to my side. The receiver falls from my hand. He yanks me away from the desk.
"Now, you listen to me," he growls in my ear, "unless you want me to really hurt you, you're gonna do as I say! Nod if you understand!"
Oh my God, he's crazy! He's really fucking crazy! What is he planning to do to me? I nod slowly.
"I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth. You scream, and I'll snap your fucking neck!"
I nod again. He moves his hand away.
"Jim, please! Please don't hurt me! You're making a horrible mistake!"
"Naw, Doc, the mistake is yours! Now, I'm gonna put something in your mouth to keep you quiet while we walk down the hall to my office."
"Please! You don't have to! I won't scream!"
"I know you won't!"
"Pl...mmmmmmph!"
He shoves something soft so deep into my mouth that I nearly choke. He holds my mouth and torso and walks me out of my office and down the hall to his office. He pushes me inside and kicks the door shut while still holding me.
"Don't fuck with me," he mutters under his breath. "I don't wanna have to hurt you, but I will if you're not good!" He holds something cold and metallic to my cheek. "Don't give me a reason to carve up that pretty face."
"Mmmmmmm!" I shake my head.
"Good girl. I knew you were smart."
He picks up a roll of silver duct tape from the end of his desk.
"I'm gonna let you go. You're gonna take that tape and tape your mouth shut, got it?"
I nod again. I'm too scared to resist. Jim pushes me away. I take the tape and tear off a strip and place it over my lips.
"More! One strip ain't enough for your big mouth! I'll tell you when to stop!"
I tear off another strip, then another and another. When I have six pieces of tape over my lips, some going horizontally, some making an X across my face, he allows me to stop.
"Now," he waves around his weapon, "strip!"
He's going to jail! I will make sure of it! As soon as he's done with me I will go straight to the hospital, then they will call the police! This freakish asshole just signed his death warrant in the academic world!
I undo my white blouse and take it off. Next comes my belt and black pants, followed by my hose. Next I remove my white camisole. I stand in front of him in my underwear.
"All of it! Let's go!"
With tears burning my eyes I remove my underwear and bra. As soon as I'm naked, Jim yanks my arms behind my back. He trusses my wrists together with rope.
"On the desk!"
"Mmmmmmmmmph!"
He pushes me face down on the desk. My legs are trembling. I'm waiting for him to start fucking me. He doesn't. Instead, he wraps rope around my waist and pulls it tight, cinching my stomach and diaphragm. He threads more rope between my legs and pulls it to connect to the rope around my waist! The rope immediately cuts into my most intimate space.
"In the chair, now!"
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!" I cry in protest. Jim has me sit down and lifts my arms over the back of the chair. I feel my wrists being secured to something so that I can't raise my arms. He binds me to the chair with rope above and below my breasts. Finally, he kneels and ties my ankles to the legs of the chair.
"There. Nice and secured and quiet."
"Mmmmmmmph! Uhmmm mhm!"
"Smile, Doc!"
I turn my head away from his phone camera.
"Look at me," he bellows. Afraid of what he might do, I dare to raise my head. He keeps snapping away.
"This is my little insurance policy, in case you get it into your head to go to the cops or the board about this. What would they think to know that their department head is a freaky slut?"
"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmph!" I shake my head.
"You don't want these getting out?"
"Mmmmmmmm!" I shake my head again.
"Then you'll do what I say, or else. For now, I'm going to make a phone call. You just ah, enjoy the foreplay. I won't be long. In the meantime, enjoy yourself."
"Hmmmmmmmph! Nhmmmmmmph! Phhm mmm lmmmph mhm hmmmph!"
Jim leaves the office. I hear the door close and lock. Shit! I have to get out of here! I start wriggling in my bondage.
"Fhmmph! Hmmmmmph! Smmph hmmmph mhmph! I cry. I can't make one intelligent word. I wriggle my hands, but I cannot find the knot holding them! My legs will only move a little bit. The only real movement that I have is in my head and pelvis. I try to lean forward, but I can't. Plus all this moving is making that rope between my legs rub my pussy and clit!
Oh damn! I'm starting to feel wetness beneath me. The rope is getting wet! No! I can't be turned on! I'm tied up for godsakes! Yet...my pelvis begins to move back and forth, then left to right as I shift my hips.
"Ommmmmph! Fhmmmmph! Mmmmmmph! Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!" My screams have become grunts and moans. I look down at my breasts. My nipples look like two little brown raisins. Yes, I'm aroused! I can't help it! This rope, oh fuck, the rope....
"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmm, hmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!" I am going to fucking cum! I can't believe it!
"Mmmmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmph!" My voice starts as deep grunts but then changes to a loud, high pitched wail. I'm cumming hard! My pussy throbs around the invading rope.
"Mmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm," I say. My chin drops to my chest. I'm feeling so relaxed right now. I almost don't hear Jim come back.
"Enjoying yourself?"
His voice snaps me back to reality. He kneels in front of the chair and puts his hands on my thighs.
"Mmmm, I can smell your arousal. I like it. My wife never smells this good when I turn her on." His hands creep up to my hips. "How did you like the crotch rope? Did it do the trick?"
I hold my head down. Now I feel ashamed.
"Heh, heh, it did, didn't it? Admit it, this feels good to you, doesn't it?"
I can't bring myself to look at him.
"Heh, heh, you don't have to tell me now. Your pussy is giving you away. Let's get you out of this chair.
