She was just a slut. She loved cock. This was her mantra.
She desired it. She yearned for it. She required it.
Her cunt. Her ass. Her mouth. Whoever would take her. Whenever they would take her. Wherever they would take her. The girl needed it.
It had been a week. The basement was still cold. She was strapped in tightly, but she couldn't rebel any more. Her body spend all of its energy staying warm, so the girl's brain couldn't judge the information fed into her. After a while it became accepted.
The only feeling besides the cold breeze was the moist company of the cock gag in her mouth. She attended to the phallus as if it were real, as fresh water pumped through the head when she sucked it. She always swallowed, but water didn't quite satisfy her anymore.
Rachel was slumped down in her chair as another subliminal porn video blared out from the screen. It had been playing for hours. It consisted of girls being degraded and used for pleasure. Words of encouragement, as well as her new mantra, accompanied the video.
They called her a slut. Calling her addicted to cock. Desperate for cum. At first she was disgusted by the pornography, but after a while her pussy would throb and she would suck on her gag in time with the scenes on screen.
She would try to rub her belt against the hard surface of the chair, but it did nothing but increase her frustrations. The girl would moan loudly against the girth in her lips and bang her feet against the floor. Her wrists were marked by the leather straps as she pushed against them. It was sexual torture. She was going insane.
Rachel stamped her feet frustratingly. Only cum could truly sate her.
She repeated her mantra inside her mouth as she hummed into the gag. It was how every day had gone so far. The girl was just a slut now, and she loved cock. This was her mantra now.
She had endured for 7 days. It was the morning of the 8th. She could hear footsteps on the upper floors, and the smell of sizzling bacon permeated the house. Rachel's stomach rumbled. In the first few days, her hunger bothered her. He would bring her food three times a day, but it was never enough.
Eventually her needs adapted, and cock became the sole focus of her desires. The bacon didn't bother her any more.
As if on cue, light penetrated the basement as the man made his way down towards her. He was wearing his nightgown.
The professor smiled at Rachel.
But Rachel didn't return the smile.
The girl cowered away, almost pretending he didn't exist.
She understood the power he held over her. How he had changed her. She pulled on her restraints forcefully. They didn't budge.
"Good morning, young Rachel." He opened.
She ignored him... not that she could talk with a cock in her mouth.
"I know it's only been a week, but today's the day." he told her.
It had been the longest week of her life.
"You're seeing your sister again! Just like you always wanted!" He cheered gleefully. He pressed some buttons on the computer as the sex noises stopped playing in her ears. He had her full attention.
"Okay, so we've not had the best relationship up to now." He offered. The professor stood up to her and caressed her blonde hair like a doctor assessing his patient. The girl winced.
He moved his hand down across her shoulder and followed the contours of her supple breasts. He turned his palm towards her skin and groped her, and his hands were hot to the touch. Rachel exhaled deeply as his warmth transferred onto her breasts. He cupped her large tits and pinched her pencil nipples between his fingers, and sharp pains shot through her nerves.
"Mmh!" Rachel muffled as her face contorted with helpless torment. She tried to move away but her back was hard up against the metal.
She was secretly glad.
The warmth felt blissful on her skin, and the woman craved sexual attention. She couldn't move away, so instead Rachel pushed her tits further outwards to invite more groping.
Rachel was angry at herself. She had so little control over her own body. She hoped he didn't notice.
The professor smirked. She was definitely ready.
"I know what you need, little one." He promised. She closed her eyes and looked downwards.
"Perhaps... a little bit of dick to calm you down?" He patronised her.
But Rachel didn't care. Her eyes shot to him as she moaned into her gag. Her body ceased all movement as time stood still.
He unclipped her mouth gag. The soaked plastic slipped away from its hole as her lips met again for the first time in 7 days.
She didn't scream for help.
The man undid his gown as his hard cock came into view. Rachel's eyes devoured the meat in front of her. This time she was unashamedly straining towards him.
The professor laughed at her change of mood. He came to the side of Rachel and grabbed hold of her ponytail. Her face jerked downwards against his manipulations, as her face found a front row seat. The girl desperately parted her lips again as her head was unceremoniously forced onto his cock. She gagged in hopeless distress. Rachel's body jerked against her restraints as her neck bent at an awkward angle towards him.
Rachel felt in pain, but she groaned in pleasure. The tip penetrated her lips as she felt it sink deeper and deeper against her mouth walls. Her tongue started lapping at the hardness as she tasted male musk on her tongue. Her taste buds were driving her crazy, and she smiled when she could taste his pre-cum. It was so much better than water.
The professor ignored her flapping as he used her how he wanted. Using her love handle he fucked her face aggressively. Her neck twisted round and it hurt against the limit of its movement but Rachel aided him in his pleasure. She used her tongue on the underside of his shaft, scooping up all of his flavour, as he grunted into her mouth.
His manhood bulged. Her lapping tongue got the brunt of the explosion as she devoured the rich flavour of his seed. It tasted so good. Rachel's pussy begged for release inside her belt. She tried sinking her lips to the base of his cock, but she gagged as more cum shot straight down her throat. Her insatiable lust for cum pushed all the right buttons as she gulped quickly. More ropes followed. She swallowed again.
Eventually he was spent, and the professor quickly backed off from Rachel's mouth. Leaving her in a cum-used mess. The girl tried to follow him but her body snapped back into the chair as her face stretched in horrified fear and panic.
"No, please! Put it back!" She begged. She licked her lips desperately tasting the last of him. She pushed out her tits with impressive flexibility.
"Thank you Rachel. That blowjob was very kind of you. You're getting better."
"I need cock, professor. Just fuck me. Please. I'll do anything. Just fuck me!" Rachel threw her dignity aside. The girl was desperate.
The professor grinned. He loved it when they struggled.
"I'm sorry Rachel, not right now." He replied sympathetically. "But if you do as I order you, I promise you'll get all the cock you want."
Her eyes lit up. All the cock she wanted?
Although she hated him for what he was doing to her, she needed cock even more. She would do anything. She was just a slut. She fucking loved cock. This was her mantra.
