ELIZABETH
by His Lordship

Elizabeth read the note one more time:

" Come to my apartment at 7pm tonight. Wear high heeled shoes,a
short skirt and a blouse that unbuttons. Don't wear any underwear and
shave your pussy. "

It was six o'clock now. She shrugged her shoulders, went into the
bathroom and undressed. In the tub, as she was soaping her pussy and carefully
removing her curly bush with a disposable razor, she remembered how
this had started. A week ago she had gone to her mathematics professor, Dr.
Anderson, to ask for a higher grade. Her father had promised to buy her a new
car if she could get straight "A"s all this year. She has worked hard, but
had only been able to come up with a "C" in the required mathematics course.
Her fingers started playing with her pussy as she remembered the
interview. She has dressed in a sexy outfit - tight cut-offs and a tube top - and had
pleaded and pouted, and begged, and finally offered her slim young
body in exchange for the final "A" she needed. She was attracted to Dr.
Anderson, anyway. He had a trim beard, curly brown hair, blue eye and an English
accent. Apart from the accent he reminded her of her father. Her were
fingers buried deep in her newly bare cunt now, and her other hand was playing
with her clit, as she remembered how she had licked her lips and slowly
pulled down her tube top in front of him, exposing her (she frowned slightly)
small breasts. She had told him how she would love to get down on her knees
under his desk, and suck his cock there and then, knowing he would be unable
to resist.

At this point her imagination drifted away from reality, as she imagined him
fucking her across her desk, his rampant cock bringing her to orgasm
after orgasm after orgasm, each one stronger than the last, and then giving
her an "A+" for his course, in shell shocked gratitude. As she imagined this,
her busy fingers brought her the satisfaction that had been denied her
then. The professor had merely pointed out to her that she could be dismissed
from the university for making the offer she had just made, and had ordered her
out of the office almost in tears. A few moments later he had called her
back, played back the tape recording he had made of the conversation and
threatened to send a copy to her parents unless she did as he told her. In fear
of what her father would do to her (and especially her allowance) if he heard
her acting like a whore, she had quickly agreed. Earlier today she had got
the note. It was unsigned, but she had known who it was from.

She rinsed the soap off her body, climbed out of the bath and towelled
herself dry. She combed out her long straight blonde hair, and tried
it in a pony tail, then a bun, then decided to leave it down. She dressed in
her shortest mini skirt, which barely covered her ass, high heels, and a
low cut top which buttoned down the front. 'Stockings?' she wondered. No, it
was too hot out. She looked at herself in a mirror. 'Just like a hooker!' she
though, almost approvingly. 'I might just get that "A" after all.
Better not be seen out on the street like this though, one gust of wind would
show my fanny to all the world.' It was already after seven when she called
for a taxi.

'You're half an hour late, you little slut.' Dr. Anderson did not give
her the welcome she expected. 'Get your ass in here.' She started to make
excuses about the taxi, but the professor did not want to hear. 'Shut your
mouth, you silly little bitch. You're going to have to learn to do everything I
tell you, and do it right. If you say one more word I'm going to gag you.

'But, professor.....' That was all she had time to say before the
professor grabbed her, turned her around and strapped a rubber ball gag into her
mouth. She was still coming to terms with the shock of this, when her wrists
weregrabbed, and handcuffed together behind her back. He turned her to
face him, and ripped her blouse open, losing several buttons in the process. '
My God,'she thought, 'what kind of pervert is he?'

As if to answer her question, he went on to describe the experiences
in store for that evening, while pulling and pinching her nipples. 'First, I'm
going to give you a good caning on the ass, to punish you for being so late.
Then you're going to pose for some sexy videos, so I have something really
hot to send to your rich daddy-o if you get difficult. Next, we're going to
see just how uncomfortably we can tie you up with a few ropes and a little
imagination. While you're still tied up I'm going to fuck you in your pussy, your
ass and your mouth. Have you ever been butt fucked? No? I'm really going to
enjoy that. Finally we have a special little treat for you, but I think that
should be a surprize.' He pointed to the corner of the room. 'Bring me that
cane, slut.'

Elizabeth thought for a moment. This evening was not going to be
nearly as enjoyable as she had hoped. She looked at the cane and thought about
her father's money. The cane did not look very thick. 'How bad can it be?'
she thought, and fetched the cane - with some difficulty because of the
handcuffs.

The professor indicated where she should stand, and ordered her to
bend over. The bottom of her buttocks were now exposed by the short skirt. 'Pull
up your skirt,' he ordered, and she obediently pulled up the back of her skirt
and tucked it in the waist band. 'Legs apart!' She spread her legs, aware
that her shaved pussy was now on display. 'Wider!' She spread her legs till
it almost hurt, and hoped he was enjoying the view. She moaned suddenly
as one of his fingers slid into her pussy, and she realized with a shock just
how turned on she was getting. Her juices were almost running down her
leg. He did not give her any satisfaction. In a moment her wrists were
fastened to a chain which was hooked to a planter hook in the ceiling, and her
ankles were were also in locking cuffs, but these fastened to the ends of a long
bar. Her legs were forced even wider apart for this. 'You're going to get
thirty strokes,' he said, 'on your cute little ass. After that you get a
choice -you can agree to be my sex slave until you graduate, or you can take
another thirty strokes, but this time across your tits. Well, here we go.'

She flinched as the cane whipped past her upturned ass, but the stroke did
not connect. 'The bastard!' she thought, 'he's playing with me.' The second
and third strokes did not make contact either, and she was beginning
to think that the whole thing was a game, but suddenly the cane bit into her bottom,
and she felt a line of fire across her cheeks. 'Oh, that's BAD!' she thought,
'I've got to tell him to stop.' She started wriggling, moaning and pleading
through her gag, as the cane striped her buttocks again and again. By the
tenth stroke she realized that he was rather enjoying the wriggling,
but otherwise paying no attention to her pleas, and she started to cry tears of
pain and frustration.

After twelve strokes, he paused to cut her clothing off her body with
scissors, then got himself a drink and sat in an armchair admiring her
youthful curves displayed in bondage, until her sobs had subsided to
quiet snuffling. The next twelve strokes were delivered very slowly, with
pauses to fondle her body. She was still desperately turned on, and each time his
fingers caressed he clit she would almost come, but he seemed to know
this,and would recall her from the brink of orgasm with another slashing cut
across her tender bottom.

He paused again, and fetched something that looked to her like clip on
earrings. He started playing with her delicate breasts, teasing her
nipples into erection, and she realized with a shock what he intended to do.
The devices were clipped onto her nipples, and small bells dangled down from,
that tinkled as her breasts moved. The clips hurt, but not nearly as much as
her tormented butt. The last six strokes were the worst. These were as slow as the
previous set, but without the delightful fondling to relieve them, each one was
harder thanthe last, and they covered the back of her thighs as well as her
resilient ass. She was sure he had lost count, and would go on spanking her for
ever.The last one was a vicious uppercut, that left a welt on her inner
thigh only inches from her newly shaved pussy.

He waited until she had stopped crying again, then removed her gag."Want any
more?' he asked. 'Across the tits this time?''No, no, please, I beg you, no, no more.'
'Beg to be my sex slave then. Call me Master.'Please, oh, please, Master, let me be
your sex slave, but don'tpunish me any more. I'll do anything you want, anything at all.
Please Master, I beg you!'

'You agree to do anything I want with anyone I want until you graduate in two
years?'

'Yes Master.'

She was awakened by being almost smothered by warm fragrant flesh. She tried
to push the offender away, and discovered with panic that she could not move.
The events of the past few hours came back to her in a rush, and she
opened her eyes expecting to see her Master's body, but to her shock there was
another shaved pussy right above her mouth. She shook her head, but heard the
professor's voice, 'Suck her, bitch, I want to see you eat her out.'Still
she refused, when suddenly she heard a familiar swish, and felt the cane
leave a stinging welt on her thigh. At once her mouth was open and her tongue
was reaching for the other girl's pussy. The girl settled her ass down on
Elizabeth's face, and begin to squirm with obvious enjoyment.

This was the first time Elizabeth had ever had sex with a woman, and she felt
very humiliated to be forced into it in this way, but more than that she felt
very jealous. Her Master had another slave girl! She had probably been
entrapped in the same way, Elizabeth though, and wondered how many coeds over
the years had fallen prey to that hidden tape recorder.

The other girl was moaning now, and Elizabeth could taste the musky taste of
her pussy juices flowing freely. Suddenly she leaned forward and started
licking Elizabeth's pussy. Life wasn't all bad, thought Elizabeth. Then her
Master mounted the girl on top, and entered her pussy from behind.Without
being told, Elizabeth licked his balls, and his cock as it slid in and out of
her rival's pussy. He came almost at once, and Elizabeth had the dubious
pleasure or tasting her Master's cum dripping out of another girl's pussy as
the two slaves worked each other to a furious joint orgasm.

The other slave turned out to be a plain looking redhead called Cindy, who
was in her final year at the university, and had been the professor's sex slave
for the past two years. Elizabeth noticed with shocked horror that she
wore gold rings in both of her nipples. As the newest slave girl,
Elizabeth was the lowest on the totem pole, and she had to spend the rest of the
night hot tied naked on the floor, while her master and Cindy used the bed. In the
morning she fetched them both breakfast in bed, and then she noticed Cindy
whispering in her Master's ear (and licking it a little, too).

'Cindy would like to really put you in your place,' he said. 'She wants to
use your tongue for toilet paper. I going to let her, but I'm going to butt
fuck her first, so you'll really have something to clean up.' Cindy grinned,
rolled over on to her belly, and placed a pillow under her middle, so
that her bottom was offered for penetration. She reached behind with her hands and
spread her cheeks, while the professor fetched a tube of lubricant.

'Her ass isn't as nice as mine,' thought Elizabeth, as she watched her Master working his rigid cock into the proffered passageway. With Cindy squirming
beneath him, and begging for him to come up her asshole, it was not long
before the professor spent inside her. Cindy quickly excused herself and made
for the bathroom, pulling Elizabeth behind her by the hair. After Cindy has emptied her bowel, she made Elizabeth kneel behind her and lick her anus clean. Poor Elizabeth felt sick and revolted, but her master was watching with that cane in his hands, so she forced herself to go on with the distasteful task. 'Next time,' Cindy told her with a wicked grin, 'I'm going to piss in your mouth.'

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