*** 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.
