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Coercion

By: professorjames



AUTHOR'S NOTE: Despite the title, this is not a story about forced sex. If you are looking for a story where the girl is forced and then discovers she likes it, this is NOT it.

Kelly Madison dropped the wires she was holding onto the lab bench, sat up straight, and began to make sounds of extreme frustration. Across the lab, Donald Jefferson looked up from his own work and stared at her. That wasn't hard to do. Kelly - - DOCTOR Kelly Madison - was a lovely young woman. She had just turned twenty six but looked more like twenty two. Her deep blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair drew attention to her face while her excellent figure and slim build tried to draw attention in the other direction.

Kelly was an Electrical Engineer who had received her PhD the spring before at a university half way across the country. She had read articles by Professor Jefferson and found herself excited by his work, which was in the same field - semiconductor development - as her own dissertation had been. The more she read of his work, the more she decided she wanted to work with him and began to consider how she could obtain a post-doc position in his lab. She approached this much as she did everything else: directly. She e-mailed saying she was going to be in his area during the next couple of weeks and was very much interested in discussing his work with him. She added a couple of hints at her own work and asked when it would be convenient to meet. She knew nothing about him except from his articles and hoped that by signing herself as Dr. Madison he would be intrigued enough to talk to her. As it happened, her plan worked and he suggested a time. Kelly immediately made arrangements to travel to his school at the specified time and e-mailed him back that then would be fine.

Kelly carefully selected what she would wear. She didn't want to try to come off as too sexy - after all, this was a professional meeting. And she didn't want to look too young. She was well aware that she was often mistaken as several years younger than her actual age. On the other hand, she was keenly aware of her own attractiveness and didn't want to ignore the possibility that it might help her. After all, she reasoned, most men under the age of ninety (and some above that) seemed to have an interest in a pretty, young woman. Finally she selected a plain skirt, close fitting, but not skin tight. It was cut just above her knees and she wore it with a simple blouse and a blazer. She added plain low heels and carried a small leather case in which she had her resume and examples of some of her work.

When she arrived on the designated day and entered his office, she was pleasantly surprised to find that Professor Jefferson was only about three years older than she was herself and, to top it off, he was what most women would classify as a hunk, or to use the term Harvard women had made famous in the scientific fields, "a real stud muffin." (Kelly had actually had one of their "Stud Muffins of Science" calendars on her lab wall during the previous year.) Don, as he quickly asked her to call him, was just under six feet, had light brown hair cut in a neat conventional style, and one of the few pairs of eyes Kelly had ever seen that were even more blue than her own. Not to mention, Kelly added to herself, one of the best asses she had seen on any man, bar none. Don didn't seem to notice her inspection of his physical appearance, perhaps because he was so intent on examining Kelly's own fine form. The woman was about five eight and held herself erect which displayed her firm young body perfectly. Don tried to observe her without making a complete fool of himself. Her waist was narrow enough he thought he could almost circle it with his two hands. Her breasts were not huge, but were firm and round and her hips and bottom rounded into what he considered a perfect feminine form before tapering into long, well muscled legs.

Their scrutiny of each other lasted only seconds before both realized what they were doing and almost together looked up into each other's face. "Well," Don began, "just what can I do for you."

A number of thoughts - not all of them professional - flitted through Kelly's head, but she answered, "I've been reading your articles and find your approach fascinating. It seems to mesh very well with my own work." Kelly had decided to be straight forward about her actual experience and went on to explain how her work was actually her dissertation research and that her doctorate was only three weeks old. "Frankly, Professor Jefferson - Don - I'd like very much to work with you as a post doc." There, she had said it. She held her breath as Don seemed to think over her suggestion for several seconds.

At last he slowly said, "Do you know anything about my lab or work except for what you have seen in those four articles?" Kelly slowly shook her head. "Do you have some idea that there might be a research position here at all?" Again Kelly moved her head back and forth, a little of her hope fading. "Then," Don continued, "you are unaware that two days ago I received a grant with funding for a full time researcher?"

Kelly looked stunned. "No, I had no idea." Then she quickly added, "If you just received it, then you couldn't even have known about it yourself when I e-mailed you two weeks ago."

Don smiled. "No, I was totally surprised yesterday when the notification arrived." He was silent for a moment while he studied her intent look. "Do you, by any chance, have a resume with you?" Kelly reached for her case and he added, "Of course. That was a silly question. Why don't you let me look over it for ten minutes or so. Take a look around the lab or get a cup of coffee or something and then let me buy you some lunch while we talk a little more shop."

Kelly handed over her resume, her transcript, and some of her own papers, explaining what each concerned. Then, while Don began to read, she left his office to spend the most tense fifteen minutes of her life. When she knocked at his door again, she was happy to see he was smiling and thought that was a good sign. He rose and suggested they go to the Union for lunch. Another good sign: he hadn't asked her to leave right off.

Over lunch, which Kelly was almost too nervous to eat, they discussed his research and how Kelly's work might fit in with it. When at last they had finished their meal and were sitting back sipping at their iced tea, Don suddenly said, "You will find that I often make snap decisions. Thankfully, I rarely have cause to regret them. If you would like, the job is yours, beginning in three weeks."

Kelly sat frozen for a couple of seconds. Had she heard right? Yes, damnit, she had. "I'll take it!" she exclaimed.

Don laughed. "Don't you even want to know what it pays first?" Kelly looked slightly embarrassed at her eagerness, but before she could say anything, Don went on to name a sum that was several thousand over the most that Kelly had dared to hope for as a post doc. Later that day as she headed back to the airport, she decided that all in all, life was very good sometimes.

That had been a little over six months ago. Kelly had managed to find an apartment and move in three weeks and had begun work the beginning of July. Now it was a Thursday in the first week of January and for the past half year her work had gone quite well. Kelly loved her work and loved working with Don. For his part, Don was happy to find his judgment had been right and that Kelly had turned out to be a highly competent and professional researcher. Like any research there were ups and downs, but mostly they were making steady progress, even though sometimes - like today - the frustration factor seemed awfully high. Now as Don looked in her direction, he queried, "Having problems?"

"Nothing that divine intervention won't solve. I keep trying to get this bridge balanced to make the measurements and every time everything seems set and I start the process, something starts to drift again. Sorry, Don, I'm just getting uptight with this setup."

Don moved over beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Kelly glanced around the lab to be sure they were alone and leaned slightly towards him. During the last six months something besides good research had happened. Kelly and Don had become lovers and generally spent a couple of nights a week together. Right away they had found they had a lot of interests in common and Kelly had been there only three weeks before Don asked her out to dinner. On their third date Kelly had invited him into her apartment and before he left - some ten hours later - they had made love four times.

They seemed to fit each other perfectly and not just in the physical sense. Kelly had had several other lovers, but none had ever excited her like Don did. For his part, Don could never remember a woman who aroused his so quickly or so much.

On their next date the following Friday, both assumed they would end up in bed and Kelly brought a small bag of clothes she expected to wear home on Saturday morning. She didn't: it was two more days before she left. When they had returned to Don's house - an older farm house set on six acres about eight miles from the school - they had begun to undress each other as soon as the door closed. In only a few minutes Kelly found herself in his bedroom, naked, on her back on his king sized bed. When he lowered himself over her and his hard member began to penetrate her soaked slit, she stretched her arms over her head and arched her back to meet his thrusts. Don noticed her arms and let his hands close over her wrists, pinning them to the bed. The sudden restraint seemed to go through Kelly like an electric shock. She arched harder and clamped her legs around Don's waist, locking her ankles together.

When they had calmed down, Don asked about her reaction. "You seemed to like it when I held your arms. Have you done that before?"

Kelly felt herself become warm with a blush which she was sure went down to her waist and would be bright red it there was enough light to see it. "A few times," she admitted.

"Good," Don responded. "I like that." Then, when Kelly thought he had dropped the subject, he said, "Are you into a little kinky sex? Do you like bondage games? Sometimes, I do."

Kelly was startled. "You mean you've played them?" she asked.

"Some," Don answered. "Nothing heavy, if that's what you're thinking. But I like to add a little excitement that way sometimes."

Kelly found herself staring at him in the dark. Slowly she said, "I found I liked being tied up when I was about eighteen, but I've only found a couple of guys who didn't think there was something wrong with me. I love being restrained and teased. Sometimes spanked. You don't think I'm sick or anything, do you?"

"Not at all. It's not everyone's cup of tea, but if you don't get too carried away, it's just a fun game. Frankly, I've never wanted to spank an ass as badly as I do yours." Before morning he had gotten his wish several times.

From this the couple easily began to describe their likes and dislikes and things they'd like to try. They found they had even more in common that they had ever expected. The long and short of it was that Kelly stayed the entire weekend and didn't wear the clothes in her bag until Monday morning. Since that time the couple had played a lot of bondage and spanking games and it was a rare week that went by without Kelly getting her bottom warmed by Don's hand, a paddle, strap, or crop.

Now, as Don rested his hand on her shoulder, he said, "Suppose I take you to dinner tonight then we can go back to my place and I can help relieve some of that tension."

Kelly smiled up at him. "Just what did you have in mind?"

Don put on his best professorial tone. "I thought we might examine the results of mechanical kinetic impulse functions and their conversion to thermal energy."

Kelly's face changed and her voice with it. Don had seen this change before, but it still surprised him, especially the rapidity of the alteration. Almost instantly, Kelly changed from a serious post doc, to a young girl of perhaps sixteen or eighteen. "Gee, Professor Jefferson, that sounds awfully complicated. Could you explain it in simpler terms?"

"It means," Don said, "that I intend to strip you bare and then beat hell out of your bottom with a nice paddle."

"Oh," Kelly replied. Then she changed back and her voice and appearance changed to that of the professional lecturer. "I could agree to that if afterwards we examined the transformation of simple harmonic motion and friction into thermal effects on entropy progression."

Now it was Don's turn, although he didn't do the transformation nearly as well as Kelly had. "I'm sorry, Doctor Madison, but I'm not sure I completely comprehend what you said."

"It means," Kelly slowly said, "that afterwards I want you to take that nice seven inch cock of yours and fuck the daylights out of me."

Don looked at her. "Oh."

Then both of them broke up laughing. "OK," Kelly said. "I'd love that."

"Then think what you'd like for dinner while I finish the measurements I'm making. I should be about another ten minutes."

A short while later Don stood up from the bench and looked over at Kelly. "That does it for me. Ready to go?"

"Definitely. How about Jose's? That is, if you feel like some hot, spicy stuff tonight."

"Oh, I definitely feel like that," Don replied as he walked over by her. "And I also think Mexican sounds good for food." He gave her a quick, light slap on the ass, then turned and started to the door with Kelly beside him.

They stopped at their offices to get coats and in another fifteen minutes were pulling into the restaurant parking lot, Kelly's compact right behind Don's SUV. Another five minutes and they were sipping at Margaritas while their order was being prepared. "I'm sorry I was being touchy this afternoon," Kelly said. "It just seemed that nothing was working quite right with the tests."

"You weren't touchy - just frustrated. That happens sometimes. And remember, we've been away from it for a couple of weeks." Over Christmas break, both Kelly and Don had gone to spend a little time with their families and this was the first week back at school. Classes wouldn't start for another two weeks, so Don had a little more free time for his research. Kelly, as a full time researcher, would have no classes. "We haven't even had a full weekend together to unwind yet," Don added with a leer. "How about you come over tomorrow night and count on spending the entire weekend naked?"

Kelly's face showed she thought that a great idea, but she said, "Remember I said I was going to meet my younger cousin Saturday? She called home over break and I talked to her for a while. She started here as a freshman last year and I expected her to still be here this year. She wasn't and I'd heard she had transferred out of state, but I hadn't talked to her. She's going to be traveling back to her school so I'm going to meet her in the city. She sounded a little down when I talked to her on the phone and she has always been so much the opposite. I really want to talk to her and see if something is wrong. I'll be back here Sunday."

"Well, it's not as good as a whole weekend, but then what about dinner Sunday. I'll cook."

"I'd love that. And I'm sure I'll need a little abusing - and a lot of loving - afterwards."

Just then their food arrived and they began to eat. Throughout dinner both of them continued with a little verbal teasing and double meanings. By the end of the meal, Kelly had forgotten her frustration with the lab work and was finding herself aroused and eager to get to Don's house. They paid the bill and soon Kelly was following Don along the well known route to his place.

The weather was clear, but it was already dark when they arrived. Kelly pulled her car into the garage along side Don's and both of them got out and went through the door leading into the house. Once inside Don hung up both of their coats and then, taking her by the shoulders, turned the young woman towards him. He pulled her against him for a deep kiss which Kelly returned with enthusiasm. When they broke the kiss, both were breathing a little fast. "Know what I'd like to do?" Don asked.

"I expect I have a pretty good idea of the general thing, even if not the specific," Kelly answered with a catch in her breath. "And as long as it involves us getting naked and me getting tied up, I'm all for it."

"I'm glad you're for that," Don replied. "I've got a little surprise for you. Come on downstairs and see what I put together in my spare time." He took her hand and led the way to the basement stairs. At the bottom she followed him over to a far corner where he had appeared to have roughly framed in a small room. The two walls he had added were just cheap paneling and mounted to bare framing lumber, but it closed off a space in the corner about twelve feet square, leaving only a small doorway.

When Kelly followed Don inside, she suddenly stopped. Don had covered the concrete floor with a piece of thick carpet. There were a couple of small indirect lights and Kelly saw some candle sconces attached to the walls. The two outside walls were just the old poured concrete and the ceiling had the joists exposed, but still it gave the impression of a closed room. Kelly also noticed several other things. Several eyebolts had been attached to the ceiling joists and to a couple of points along the walls. There were two pieces of home built "furniture": One was a large, X-shaped frame of 2x6 lumber. It had been padded and covered with an imitation leather material and had a number of eyebolts in it also. The other was like a tall carpenter's saw horse, also with the horizontal beam padded and covered in the same black material as the X-frame. On the wall hung their collection of paddles, straps, and the crop, along with something new: two pairs of padded leather cuffs. A small set of drawers also sat in one corner.

Kelly and Don enjoyed their games, but neither had any interest in getting really deeply into the lifestyle. Neither wanted any kind of a real master-slave relationship and had no desire for real pain. They had talked about someday getting a little more equipment to play with and maybe making some kind of dungeon, but until then they had always played in Don's bedroom and Kelly had usually been bound either to the bed or to one of the chairs. Now she stared around the space and her breathing picked up. "Surprise," Don said.

"I'll say!" Kelly responded. "You've been busy."

Don smiled. "Just a small engineering project. But you know all engineering needs to be tested and I haven't been able to try this out yet. Want to help?"

Kelly threw her arms around Don. "You know it, Lover. We don't have to be in early tomorrow. Let's give it a good test."

Don moved directly in front of her. "In that case, I think you are definitely overdressed." He reached forward and began to unbutton her shirt.

In less than a minute Don had removed his own shirt and shoes, leaving him in only his jeans. Kelly was completely naked. She stood breathing rapidly as he fastened the leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. The touch of the leather sent shivers up Kelly's spine which seemed to instantly transform into heat between her legs.

Don led her over below some of the ceiling eyebolts and then went to the set of drawers to return with some pieces of chain and harness snaps. He clipped each wrist cuff to the end of a short piece of chain and then pulled each arm up and out until he hooked the other end of the chains over S hooks on two of the eyebolts. Next he took a piece of dowel with two more eyebolts through the ends and fastened it to her ankle cuffs. Kelly was left with her arms and legs spread, stretched to the point where she couldn't get her feet quite all the way down on the carpet. She had never felt so exposed and she could feel her juices beginning to escape her slit and start down her legs. Kelly felt especially exposed because just before Christmas Don had persuaded her - not that it took a lot of persuading - to shave her pubes and now there was nothing to hide her puffy lips.


Coercion



Rudi is married to an attractive girl Mary, and they have two children. Rudi's lover Shelly, is also married (to Alex) with one child. Rudi and Shelly have been meeting discreetly for sometime now as his wife Mary lost interest in sex after the birth of her second child. Rudi wasn't getting what he needed at home, so he ventured out.  They have been very careful to cover their tracks and hide their afternoon rendezvous from their spouses…that is up until recently. 

Rudi had made the usual reservations at the local Marriott, where his lover Shelly was accustomed to meeting him. He arrived alone first, checked in, and made his way to the room,…number 5807. As he entered the room, he went through his usual preparation…tuning the radio to some soft background music, closing the shades and curtains, setting a bottle of wine on ice and lighting a candle or two.

Not long afterward, he hears a familiar knock at the door (an agreed to series of two short knocks, followed by a pause, then 3 short knocks). He smiles in response and makes his way to greet Shelly.

As he opens the door, their eyes meet in the usual, "God have I been waiting for this" look. 

As Rudi steps aside, Shelly makes her way in.

She looks radiant as usual; hair up, dressed in a sheer white blouse with camisole, a short navy-colored skirt, matching pumps and nylons. Shelly is the kind of girl that has always been morbidly skinny until the birth of her child. Her shape is now perfect…a beautiful tight ass, soft firm breasts, and a gorgeous face. Rudi, breathes in the familiar fragrance of her cologne and proceeds to pour Shelly a glass of wine. As they swirl and smell the wine, they glare seductively at one another…knowing full well that soon their bodies will be entwined.

As Rudi sits across from Shelly, she does her best Sharon Stone move by uncrossing her legs wide and high so that Rudi gets a clear view of her cleanly shaven pussy. After a few moments of idle banter and consumption of most of the wine, Shelly's real world is nothing but distant thoughts as she stands up, turns around, gently pulls her skirt up to her waist, and reveals thigh high stockings held up by a white lace garter belt and no panties. She spreads her legs slightly and bends over at the waist, doing her best stripper impression. She glances back at Rudi who is now fully flushed with excitement. 

"Come over here Rudi and taste me, I want to feel your tongue so bad."

Rudi doesn't hesitate as slides down off of his chair and crawls up behind Shelly. Gently he begins tracing his tongue up the back of her thigh.

"Ohhhhhh," she moans softly as he inches closer to her pussy.

Finally, after much teasing, Rudi encircles her pussy with his tongue. Ever so carefully, he makes ovals around her lips…then remembering a tip he once heard on a cableTV talkshow, he begins tracing the alphabet with his tongue on Shelly's pussy. He can't help but smile inside at the sheer humor of it all…but what the heck, why not see if it elicits a different response. 

As he nears the halfway point he thinks to himself, "not much of a difference" until he hits the letter "Q."

Suddenly, Shelly's knees slightly buckle and her legs quiver as he found the hot spot. 

"Ohhh my God, that feels good," she exclaims.

"What are you doing differently?"

"Oh nothing," replies Rudi…preferring to keep this newfound technique a secret for awhile.

Shelly places one leg up on the chair while continuing to bend over, allowing Rudi better access to her pussy. She is completely wet and loose now as she bounces slightly with her legs to fuck Rudi's tongue, now fully thrust into her pussy. The saliva and pussy juice begin to run down her thigh as the motion begins picking up pace. Shelly's perfectly sized breasts begin bouncing uncontrollably as she reaches up to remove one from her blouse and camisole while bracing herself with the other hand. She reaches back, picks up the wine glass and pours a trickle down the crack of her ass. It runs down onto her pussy, where Rudi laps it up willingly. 

She is extra horny this afternoon and in no time at all, is reaching her first orally stimulated orgasm.

"Ohhh fuck, yes!" she shouts as Rudi sucks her pussy as hard as he can.

Slowly she comes back down to a gentle rocking on Rudi's tongue as he works to clean up her pussy as best as he can. 

"I can't believe how good that felt," she labors to say, catching her breath.

Rudi mumbles, "mmmhhhmmm," in agreement. "Now it is my turn," he exclaims as he stands up, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

Shelly unbuttons the rest of her blouse and removes it along with her camisole. She leaves the garter belt, stockings, and pumps on for effect as she knows how much men love a mommy by day and a whore in the bed. Rudi undoes his trousers and boxers and drops them to the floor while standing as Shelly squats down in front of him and takes his rock hard cock in her mouth. She licks the precum from the tip of his cock and begins sucking him long and deep. Rudi is so large and arched that she can't quite deep throat him from this position, so without missing a beat, she gently nudges him over to the end of the bed where she lays down onto her back with her head hanging slightly off the end of the mattress. As Rudi begins removing his shirt, he positions himself standing above her head. Shelly reaches back with one hand on each of Rudi's legs and carefully pulls him forward so that his throbbing cock now enters her awaiting mouth. Rudi begins thrusting his pelvis downward and forward such that he is now fucking her mouth. Shelly has always been able to produce large amounts of saliva when sucking cock, so Rudi easily reaches a fast pace…deeper and deeper. Just the sound of Rudi's cock slamming down Shelly's wet throat is mesmerizing. With one hand cupping her breast and the other rubbing her swollen clit, Shelly lies there with neck extended performing an Oscar winning performance for best no-hands cock sucking.

While Rudi prides himself on being fit, even he can't keep this pace up for long. He slowly leans forward onto the bed, pulling Shelly further up on the bed in the process. They assume the classic "69" position, only Rudi is on top with Shelly on bottom. She absolutely loves "69." Now, they begin settling into a slower-paced oral pleasuring, the likes neither has known. Just as they get comfortable in their rhythm, the door opens and someone enters holding a video camera, recording the compromised position for posterity.

"Ahhh-hhhhh,!" shouts Shelly though she cannot move as she is pinned down by Rudi.

"Who in the hell…?", adds Rudi. As quickly as they are confused by who this stranger is, they suddenly realize they have been caught. Rudi bows his head in his best attempt to hide and maintains his "69" position on top of Shelly as he realizes this moment has been captured and climbing off now will not erase the act. Shelly, knowing she will not be able to lift Rudi off of her, turns her head away from the camera and stays put as well. They almost seem as though if they stay still, the intruder will not notice them…of course this is not possible now.

Just then Rudi looks up and is startled to learn that the mystery intruder is in fact his wife, Mary.

"My, my, my…what do we have here?," asks Mary. 

Fearing that she may not be in the best position to physically defend herself, Shelly now begins to squirm to get out from underneath Rudi.

"It's okay honey, Mary suggests. No need to worry…I have no plans to hurt anyone. I just wanted to see how good a fuck you really are. Now that I have this recorded, you both stand to lose quite a bit if I should choose to use it to my advantage."

"Rudi, let me up…I've got to get out of here," angrily remarks Shelly.

"Listen to me Shelly, urges Mary…if you love your husband and daughter, and want to avoid public humiliation, you'll stop right now and listen to me."

"I'll make you a deal. I'll give you the videotape if you agree to follow my orders. Like I said, I want to see how good a fuck you really are. I'll just sit back and watch you and my husband fuck. Who knows, maybe I can learn a few things."

Shelly looking bewildered , glances over to Rudi seeking some guidance.

"I don't think we really have a choice Shelly, urges Rudi. If we continue to fuck, you will agree to hand over the videotape when we're done? What about still telling Shelly's husband, will you do that?"

"I don't know Rudi, but what difference will it make anyway. At least this way, it's just my word with no physical evidence to back it up now right?"

"She's right Shelly. We've been caught, we can't change that. We can however, prevent damning evidence to get out if we just go along with her suggestion."

Shelly, dropping her head mutters… "okay, let's get this over…but you must promise to hand the videotape over when we're done."

"Oh I promise Shelly, just like you promised in your vows to honor and obey!"

With that, Mary takes up a position at the head of the bed, to one side, sitting with her back against the headboard.

"Okay Rudi, lay back."

"Shelly, suck on his cock..., after all of this excitement, poor Rudi has lost his hard-on." 

Rudi and Shelly comply, with Shelly facing toward Mary and Rudi.

"Mmmmm, you do that nice Shelly, do you like sucking my husband's cock?"

Shelly does not answer...

"Answer me bitch or the deal is broken."

"Yes!, shouts Shelly.

"Yes what, you cunt?", Mary replies.

"Yes, I love sucking your husband's cock."

"It looks like he likes you to suck it too, his cock has never been harder. Swing your hips around here, I want to see your pussy while you suck on his cock," Mary suggests.

"Finger her pussy Rudi!"

"Mmmmmm, moans Shelly while Rudi's cock probes her mouth.

"That feels good huh Shelly?," asks Mary.

"Mmmhhmmm, yes."

"Take your fingers out Rudi, look at how wet they are from Shelly's pussy."

"Shelly, come here and suck on these fingers." 

Shelly hesitates, then complies.

"Ever taste your own pussy before Shelly? Surely you must have before."

"No Mary, Rudi responds, she does not do that sort of thing."

"Really? My you aren't as big a slut as I thought," quips Mary. 

"Okay, Rudi, I want you to fuck her doggy-style. Shelly, face up toward me…I want to see your face as my husband fucks you."

Shelly moves into position in front and just to the side of Mary. Rudi moves in behind Shelly, takes his cock in his hand and slowly guides it into Shelly's pussy.

"Ohhhhhh," Shelly moans spontaneously as she feels Rudi's cock enter her now soaking wet pussy.

"Take it slow Rudi, I want to enjoy this," exclaims Mary.

Rudi grabs Shelly's narrow hips with both hands and carefully builds some rhythm in his thrusts. Shelly's body rocks back and forth as Rudi's hips smack against her ass.

"Mmmmm fuck, that looks good," suggests Mary, as she pulls her sundress up to expose her pussy.

Pulling her thong aside, Mary begins fingering her pussy while she watches her husband fuck Shelly.

"Fuck, I am getting hot...whipsers Mary... I want some of this."

Mary raises her right leg up and over Shelly's head and positions herself so that she is now lying back directly in front of Shelly's face, legs spread wide open. Shelly, on all fours now being fucked doggy, looks up at Mary while Rudi's thrusts bounce her back and forth. Shelly doesn't know what to do. She has always gotten off the best by being fucked doggy and Rudi's cock feels so good at the moment, yet she is not sure of what to make of Mary's pussy sitting right in front of her face. Does she object and chance interrupting an orgasm that is building right now, or does she just stay put and say nothing…

With a conflicted look of fear and ecstasy on her face, Shelly closes her eyes and just concentrates on Rudi's cock. Mary continues to finger her own pussy, just inches from Shelly's face.

"Ever taste another woman's pussy before Shelly?" asks Mary in her most nasty tone.

Rudi objects and Mary tells him to, "shut up and just keep fucking…and don't cum yet...I have more planned for you."

"Well Shelly…have you?" repeats Mary.

Shelly doesn't say a word, the look on her face says she is enjoying the feel of Rudi's cock too much to consider anything else. Mary reaches up, grabs the back of Shelly's head and pulls Shelly's face down onto her pussy..."here you go cunt, suck on my pussy."

At first Shelly resists, attempting to pull her head back, but Mary's strong grip on her head prevents her from pulling away. In her gasp for air, Shelly gets her first real taste of pussy.

"Hmmm.., she thinks to herself…this isn't bad...in fact, pussy doesn't taste unpleasant at all...it is so wet and silky soft."

Besides, she is in no position to fight. Mary feels Shelly's struggle subside as she slowly releases her hand from her hair. Mary settles back a bit resting on one elbow, with a few fingers of her other hand simultaneously pulling her thong aside and folds of skin back, exposing her clit.

"That's it, slide your tongue right inside there, suggests Mary.

Shelly obliges Mary all while taking every inch of Rudi's cock doggystyle. Rudi's cock feels too good for her to interrupt by resisting to eat Mary's pussy.

"You see Rudi, she likes this. Now I know why you have been fucking her…she's good."

Shelly seems to be enjoying the double duty. In fact, she is quite into it...she seems to know exactly how to eat pussy and applies what she has learned from watching adult movies with her husband. The smacking sound of Rudi's pelvis striking Shelly's pussy suggests that sucking pussy while being fucked is turning Shelly on as her pussy is really getting wet. Shelly enthusiastically licks Mary's pussy as she nears an explosion. Rudi, sensing her orgasm, quickens his pace and soon Shelly lets out a long groaning moan, never pulling her mouth from Mary's pussy.

"Oh my God honey, you just fucking came while sucking my pussy, you are a slut," remarks Mary.

As Shelly comes down from her orgasm while still being fucked by Rudi, Mary turns over on all fours in doggy fashion and positions her ass back into Shelly's face.

"Try this on Shelly, Mary again directs."

Shelly doesn't miss a beat, she immediately returns to licking and sucking Mary's pussy from behind, tilting her head for deeper access. Shelly can't help but occasionally slip her tongue up to Mary's asshole.

"Oh yeah," Mary sighs.

"Lick my ass...stick your tongue inside there," Mary adds while reaching back and caressing Shelly's head.

Rudi's picks up the pace as his thrusts bounce Shelly's face into Mary's crack. With each thrust of his cock into Shelly, her tongue darts deeper into Mary's ass. Rudi can't believe what is happening, not in his wildest dreams.

Mary changes things up a bit again and rolls over onto her back, sliding up underneath Shelly, head first. She now assumes a "69" position with Shelly as Rudi continues to go balls deep into Shelly's pussy, doggy fashion. Mary enjoys an excellent point of view now as she watches Rudi's cock plunge in and out of Shelly's pussy just inches from her face. As Shelly returns to sucking Mary's pussy, Mary reaches up with her tongue and tastes the juices Shelly and Rudi have made together. Rudi looks down toward his cock as it enters Shelly and again can't believe his eyes. His wife has never shown this kind of enthusiasm in the bedroom. She's never been this nasty. Never allowed him to cum in her mouth and here she is savoring the fuck juice from his mistress' pussy. Shelly seems to be enjoying this as well as she moans with pleasure. Mary's tongue on her clit while Rudi fucks her is a feeling she has never experienced. She can't concentrate on eating Mary's pussy it feels so good.

"Give me your cock," Mary shouts to Rudi.

Rudi pulls out of Shelly and drops his cock right in Mary's mouth. She takes him in and swirls his cock in her mouth, tasting another woman's pussy from her husbands cock is quite a turn-on. She cleans his cock good, then guides it back into Shelly's pussy.

"Ohhhh yeah….," Shelly bemoans as his cock plunges deep, back into her pussy.

Rudi thrusts a few more strokes, then pulls out and shares his cock with Mary again.

"Mmmm yeah," Mary urges. 

"Okay, I want some of your cock," Mary announces.

"Go over and sit on that chair Rudi," she says. 

Rudi pulls out of Shelly as Mary drops her face from Shelly's pussy, her face covered with pussy juice and saliva. Mary sits up, removes the rest of her clothing and walks over to Rudi, bends over and takes him all the way down her throat.

"Mmmmm, your pussy tastes good Shelly, Mary says as she licks her lips."

She then turns around facing away from him and squats down on his cock, reverse cowgirl position. She places her legs wide, outside of Rudi's. Slowly, she slides down on his 7 inches, amazingly still rock hard,…endurance Rudi has never experienced before this. 

"Come on over here sweetheart, I am not done with you yet," remarks Mary to Shelly.

Shelly crawls off the bed over to Rudi and Mary.

"Suck on my tits," she says.

Shelly is fully compliant now and does whatever Mary asks, and then some. As Mary glides slowly up and down on Rudi's shaft, Shelly feverishly sucks and licks Mary nipples, cupping her breasts in her hands. In a purely spontaneous act, Shelly moves up and darts her tongue in Mary's mouth. This catches Mary off guard, but she enjoys it just the same. Without any direction, Shelly slowly works her way down Mary's abdomen, kissing and licking her gently along the way. Mary watches with a bit of surprise as Shelly drops down to her knees and begins kissing her inner thighs as she continues to ride Rudi's cock. Anticipating Shelly's next move, Mary slows her pace down, widens her legs, and leans back more onto Rudi's chest. Shelly takes her cue, looks up with puppy dog eyes, and moves her mouth onto Mary's pussy.

"Ohhhhh God yeah, right there," moans Mary as Shelly's tongue begins simultaneously licking Rudi's shaft and her pussy while she fucks him slowly.

"You are a nasty girl," Mary encourages.

"Suck my pussy bitch, taste that cum." Mary picks up the pace of her ride as Rudi begins thrusting his pelvis upward to meet her strokes. 

Shelly reaches up and forms a ring with her thumb and fore finger around the base of Rudi's shaft while Mary fucks him faster. Rudi pops out of Mary's cunt and Shelly takes him in her mouth, tasting every bit of Mary's pussy.

"Put it back in," Mary pleads.

After licking the entire shaft and wetting it liberally, Shelly guides Rudi's shaft back into Mary's pussy. Shelly returns to licking Mary's pussy, just above where Rudi's cock enters her. This time, Shelly reaches up and pulls Rudi's cock out and puts it in her mouth, sucks on it, then guides it back in. Repeat and rinse. Repeat and rinse. Seems Shelly has caught on to this, without any direction.

Mary's clit is so engorged and swollen that it stands out like an oversized pearl resting in a clam. Shelly concentrates on this and flicks her tongue quickly on it as Rudi's rhythm quickens. Rudi's breathing becomes more labored and Shelly knows from experience he is close to exploding. She pulls back slightly and watches intently as his rod glides easily into Mary's pussy. Mary must be getting close too as pussy juice begins dripping out of her pussy onto Rudi's shaft. Rudi begins moaning more louldy and Mary follows his cue as she starts as well. Their bodies slapping each other with every thrust. "Cum inside me Rudi, shoot it all up inside of me, groans Mary as she begins to quiver as well.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Rudi shouts as his first loads release…Ohhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhh," as his second loads are unleashed.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh yeah baby," Mary adds as she reaches a well timed orgasm as well.




Coercion



Shelly moves her face closer to Mary's pussy and watches the cum seep out of her pussy, running down the shaft of Rudi's cock. She moves in and begins licking the cum as it escapes.

"Ohhhhhhhh fuck!," Rudi shouts as he involuntarily jerks.

With that, Shelly pulls Rudi's cock out of Mary's pussy and takes it fully into her mouth, sucking every last bit of Rudi and Mary's juices. 

"Ohhhh fuck, you are nasty Shelly," remarks Mary.

Mary falls backward onto Rudi as their chests move up and down gasping for air. Shelly watches from below as she licks Mary's pussy for any remaining cum.

As all three move to the bed to recover, Mary notices that the light remained on the video camera, suggesting she forgot to shut it off from recording. Hmmm, she thinks to herself as they drift off asleep after the session.

After a couple hours nap, Mary and Rudi wake up to find Shelly has slipped out while they were sleeping...no note...no sign she was ever there. Rudi and Mary are even more astonished to learn Shelly forgot to take the videotape with her!



Coercion Ch. 02



Two weeks later, spring semester classes were set to start. The first Soc class was on Tuesday afternoon at 3:00, so after lunch, Kelly left the lab, saying she'd stop back before going to class.

At 2:30 Don heard the lab door open and looked up from his work. For a brief instant he didn't recognize the girl who entered, but in a second it dawned on him that this was Kelly. She had her long, blonde hair tied back in a pony tail. She was wearing a tight fitting silk blouse with the top two buttons open and it was obvious she didn't have on a bra. Her skirt clung to every curve of her ass and came only to mid thigh. Her legs were bare, although she had on ankle socks and low shoes. A coat over her arm and elaborate sunglasses completed the outfit. She carried a backpack and as Don looked up at her face, he saw she had on about three times the makeup she normally wore. Of course, she normally didn't wear much, so this still wasn't over done. It just looked like the type of thing an inexperienced girl of seventeen or eighteen would do. In fact, she looked very much that age: Don would never have guessed she was over nineteen if he hadn't known better.

"An incredible transformation," he said as he walked over beside her. "You can really change. If Randall doesn't notice you, he's either given up his wicked ways and gone straight or he's in a coma."

Kelly smiled back at him. "The class list will say I'm a freshman and I don't want to disappoint him. In fact, according to the computer, this is my first term."

"Just don't let yourself get alone with him until you let me know. I'm still a little concerned about this whole thing."

"All right, but I'm sure nothing is going to happen for two or three weeks. At least, until the first test. I plan to act like a serious student, but one who has to struggle to get things."

A few minutes later Kelly departed for class and Don fidgeted around, unable to concentrate on his work, until she came back through the door an hour and a half later.

"It went great!" Kelly exclaimed. "I sat in the front row, hung on every word he said, and never took my eyes off of him."

"I'll bet he had his eyes on you, too," Don added cynically.

"Well, I'll admit I did see him staring a few times. I just assumed it was because I seemed such a serious student, but maybe it was something else since he always seemed to be looking at my legs. But then it's amazing how much a skirt like this can ride up when you cross your legs." She gave him a completely innocent look.

"I'll just bet," Don replied dryly.

They spent another two hours working in the lab and Don kept catching himself looking at Kelly. Even though he was quite used to seeing her in even more revealing clothes - or naked - she still drew his attention constantly. "If Randall can ignore that, Jan must have imagined the whole thing," he thought to himself. Than a second thought hit him that he was glad he'd never had an undergrad student that looked like that. The temptation would have been nearly overwhelming.

About six thirty Don said, "Let's knock off tonight. Want to go somewhere for dinner?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Slave driver," Kelly responded. She stood up from the lab stool, raised her arms above her head and stretched to get the kinks out.

Don's gaze was drawn tightly to her. "You stretch like that again and you just might get raped before dinner," he commented.

"All right, I'll behave. But if I stretch like that again after dinner, can I get raped then?"

"By all means, you lusty wench. But I might have to punish you for comments like that if you're not careful."

Kelly had started towards the door. Now she stopped and looked back over her shoulder at him. "Is that a promise, Stud? I think I'd like that tonight." Then she turned and headed for her office to get her things.

Twenty minutes later they were seated in a booth in an Italian place near the campus. As they waited for their order, Kelly looked around the room and suddenly turned her face back towards Don. "Something the matter?" he asked.

"Not really, but I think that girl who just left is in my class. I didn't want her to see me with someone who looked like faculty."

"I hadn't even thought of that," Don replied. "If they think you are an undergrad it might be trouble for both of us. That kind of relationship is strictly forbidden here, despite what Professor Randall seems to do. You had probably better bring other clothes to the lab and change right after class. Either that or stay clear of Engineering while you're dressed like a freshman. She didn't see you tonight, did she?"

"I don't think so," Kelly replied. "But I guess I'd better be a little careful. After all, we wouldn't want anyone thinking I'm having an affair with a faculty member, now would we?" While she said this she rubbed her leg against Don's under the table.

"Oh, we're allowed to have an affair - thank goodness - just not while you're an undergrad. You'll just have to switch back to your sophisticated look when we're together."

"You mean my usual jeans and sweatshirt?" Kelly asked with a smile.

"Just so you look old enough to not get me put in jail," Don answered. Kelly laughed and started to say something else, but just then their food arrived.

When they finished eating, they got back in their separate cars and drove out to Don's house. As the garage door closed and they entered the house, Don took Kelly into his arms and kissed her. "You know, it might make a lot more sense if we quit driving two cars all the time and paying for two places to live and so on. So, if you think you can stand waking up naked next to me every morning, why don't you move in here?"

Kelly pulled back and looked at him. Slowly she said, "Are you beginning to think seriously about me, Lover?" Then almost under her breath she added, "I know I am about you."

Don also turned a little more serious. "Yes, I think I am. Frankly, Dr. Madison, you are not only a terrific lay, but I think I may be falling in love with you. I hope you're beginning to feel the same way."

Kelly put her arms back up on his shoulders. "Frankly Dr. Jefferson, I am. Don, I would love to live with you. If you're serious I'll see if I can sublet my apartment. There usually seem to be a few last minute people who haven't found a place to live yet. Even if I can't, it will still be cheaper because it would cut other expenses. But I'm not doing this to save money. I've been feeling more and more for you for some time now. Not to mention I have never had sex like this before." Then she suddenly changed to her "little girl" face and voice. "If I'm bad will you still spank me?"

Don laughed at the sudden transformation. "Certainly. I'll even spank you if you're good. I'll even let you spank me some. As long as sometimes we can just be romantic together. How does that sound?"

Kelly pulled his face close to hers. "It's a deal." She gave him a gentle kiss. "But tonight I think I'd like to be spanked. We can be romantic tomorrow."

Don gave her a quick kiss back and then, in a stern voice, said, "In that case, young lady, I think maybe you need to be punished for dressing and acting like such a tart. Down stairs with you."

Kelly lowered her face and looked up at him through her eyelashes. "Yes, Sir. But let me get this makeup off first before my skin dries to leather. I'm not use to this."

Don laughed and gave her a slap on her bottom. "Off with you then, Wench."

"Oh, we're both already off," Kelly called over her shoulder, as Don laughed after her down the hall.

A half hour later they entered the new playroom downstairs. Immediately Kelly noticed something new: a short table, or bench, was framed, but not yet finished, over in one corner. "Something new?" she asked.

"Well, I'm working or it," Don replied. "I still need to pad it, cover it with the fake leather, and add some straps and so on, but when it's done I think you will find it holds you in some most available positions."

Kelly shivered slightly at his words. "Looks like fun," she said. "But for now ..." She let the words trail off.

"For now," Don began, "I think I want that nice body of yours stretched out so I can get at it. OK, Wench, strip and then over here."

Soon he had the padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs attached to his victim and Kelly was already feeling herself becoming wet. Don raised her arms and attached the cuffs to chains from a couple of ceiling hooks spaced three feet apart. He pulled her up until she was standing on tip toe and then stood back to admire his work. The muscles in Kelly's magnificent legs were stretched, imparting a most delightful shape to them. Her breasts stood out from her chest in firm, rounded globes, topped by long, hard nipples. Don could see moisture beginning to seep from between her legs.

As he studied the beautiful girl, Don removed his own clothes. Both of them had read much about BDSM on the internet and elsewhere and he was aware that it was often suggested that the master remain dressed while the slave was naked. However, he and Kelly were not really interested in any kind of a real master-slave relationship. It was more the restrictive bondage and the physical stimulation of the mild to medium pain that turned them on. Neither was interested in any humiliation and neither had any use for real dominance or mind games. They had discussed it and both found that what they really wanted was - surprise - sex. Occasionally the dominant one would wear some minimal clothing, but most often both were completely bare for their activities.

Don moved up behind Kelly and embraced her, pushing his hardened cock against her taut buttocks and running his hands around her to cup and squeeze her breasts. For a minute or so he played with her, running his tongue around her back and rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Then he let his hands slide down her flanks and squeeze her firm ass. For another several minutes his fingers began to explore her more hidden places. Her slit was already dripping and his fingers slipped easily inside. He ran them back and forth and let them slide up the crack of her ass, stopping to press inside when he encountered her puckered anus. As his slick finger eased inside, Kelly gave out a sound that was clearly a frustrated groan. "Oh, Don, I need it badly. Acting like a hot little freshman this afternoon has me all wound up. Work me over, Lover, and then, remember, you promised me rape."

Don pushed his finger as deeply as possible into Kelly's rear opening, causing her to rise up even further onto her toes. He moved his other hand around in front and began to lightly tug and roll her clit which was now extending out from its hood. He twisted his head around, lowered his mouth to her nipple, and began to lick and tug at it with his lips and teeth. Kelly groaned even louder and Don only increased his efforts. For ten minutes he kept up the teasing stimulation, frequently allowing his rigid cock to brush against her sensitive areas and push hard against her body.

Then suddenly he stopped everything and stepped back, bringing frustrated cries from his victim. But she didn't wait long. Don immediately picked up the cat with the soft leather flails. His first stroke across her rear was so soft it felt like a teasing brush to Kelly. It was repeated on her front and the soft leather slowly dragged up over her stretched tits. A half dozen times Don allowed the soft leather to just kiss her skin, not stinging, not tickling, just making her nerve endings stand completely on edge.

Then, suddenly, he slammed a stroke hard across her ass. It was done without warning or build up and almost together with Kelly's sharp cry, red lines appeared on her white skin. Five or six more followed, striking her ass at different angles and in slightly different places. These stung and wrung cries from the stretched woman. Soon her entire bottom was colored red and Don delivered the next stroke to her stomach. However, this was once again the light, teasing stroke, bringing no pain at all. Several times he lightly touched her flat stomach, the fronts of her thighs, and her tight breasts with the teasing leather. Then again without warning a sharp blow landed across both of her firm globes, the ends of the tails wrapping around to sting the side of her right breast. Again Kelly cried out at the surprise and the pain of the stroke.

Don whipped her front as he had her ass and soon it, too, was covered with red lines. Her nipples were standing out as large and hard as he had ever seen them and distinct trails of moisture ran down the insides of her thighs.

For nearly thirty minutes Don kept the girl tightly stretched and used the cat to both tease and sting. Kelly was feeling the strain in her muscles and the sexual arousal of the treatment was nearly driving her out of her mind. Tears of both pain and frustration escaped her eyes and trailed down her face, mirroring the moist trails along the insides of her thighs. Several times Don gave her especially hard and vicious cuts, mostly across her ass but some also to the particularly sensitive spots: her breasts, the inside of her thighs, and her pussy.

Kelly had become aroused beyond anything she had expected. More than anything, she wanted Don to take her down and fuck her, giving her the release she craved. But he seemed determined to prolong her agony of anticipation. Then, surprisingly, she felt herself start to near orgasm just from the whipping and her imagination. But before she could achieve her release, Don put down the cat and again began to run his hands over her abused body. "No!" Kelly cried. "Don't stop now! I need to come. Whip me harder, Don. Please!"

A little surprised, Don still didn't hesitate to comply with her request. But instead of the cat he picked up the "Swiss" paddle, the wood frat paddle with the half inch holes across its surface. From personal experience he knew that the sting of this instrument was tremendous. It could really hurt and the victim had to be warmed up to even begin to enjoy its sting. Well, Kelly was certainly warmed up. Now he raised this device and brought it down with considerable force across the red globes of her stretched ass. A scream escaped her lips and Don was at first afraid he had struck too hard, but instead of the safe word he half expected the cry from Kelly's lips which followed the scream was, "More!"

He complied. After two more of the vicious swats, each accompanied by a scream, Kelly started to convulse in orgasm, loud cries escaping her lips and convulsions jerking her taut and restricted body.

When her breathing began to slow somewhat, Don moved around in front of her and moved to give her a hug. But to his surprise she tried to press herself against him, rubbing her body against his, wrapping her legs around him so she was hanging completely by her wrists. "Fuck me, Lover," she cried as she broke the kiss. "Take me down and fuck me hard."

Surprised at her continued high state of arousal, but certainly not disappointed, Don lowered her arms. He released her wrists from the ceiling chains, but clipped the cuffs together in front of her. He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to where they had placed a mattress on the floor. The mattress was resting on a sheet of plywood with attached eyebolts at convenient points around the edges. Laying her down on her back, Don took her wrists and pulled them over her head and clipped them to one of the eyebolts. Then he placed himself above her and lowered down until his cock just touched her rhythmically winking pussy. At the first touch he lost any restraint he still possessed and plunged hard into the hot, wet tunnel which was eagerly awaiting him. Both of them cried out at the swift, single stroke of penetration and Kelly locked her ankles together behind Don's back. They struggled like ones possessed, and perhaps they were, as they drove their bodies hard against one another. Don reached under her and grasped the globes of her ass tightly in his hands, his fingernails digging in, pulling himself as deeply as possible into her. Kelly arched her back and clamped her heels together even harder as she drove back to meet each thrust. After what seemed to be both forever and far too short an instant, Don exploded, his balls contracting and spurt after spurt of his hot juices surging deeply into the demanding woman who was beginning her own intense climax. For seconds, or hours, both were lost to the world and then slowly they began to come back to earth.

"That was fantastic, Lover," Don whispered between still rapid breaths.

"Unbelievable does not do it justice," Kelly whispered back.

"An I squishing you?" Don asked.

"No. I want to feel your weight on me. Stay there and press me hard."

They lay together, Don's weight pressing down onto Kelly, until he felt himself begin to shrink. As he slipped out her, he rolled off the bound woman and reached up to release her wrists. He kissed her and asked, "Want to stay the night? You can go by and get some new clothes on the way in the morning. I won't dock your pay if you're a little late to work."

Kelly laughed at him. "Since you pay me the standard researcher's wage - about half of poverty - and I'm expected to work twice a normal work week, I suppose you can afford to be generous," Kelly teased.

"Oh, you exaggerate," Don answered. "You know I pay you far more than your wildest dreams anticipated, and look at the fringe benefits."

Laughing, the couple kissed once again, Kelly pulling him back down on top of her. "Oh, you demanding wench," Don complained. "Am I going to ever be able to get any rest when you move in here?" he grumbled.

"Not if I can help it," Kelly responded.

The next day Kelly moved most of her stuff over to Don's house and put up an ad up to sublet her apartment. She expected to find someone, but was still surprised when she got a call within two hours from a girl who turned out to be willing to pay the full rent. Kelly made arrangements for her to move in in two days and she and Don took an evening to clear out the rest of her possessions.

They settled into the new domestic arrangement with surprisingly few difficulties. Since both worked together, they rarely took more than one car to the school. They had already known that many of their tastes - from food to music to reading material - was similar. They found they seemed to have more in common than disparate. The only real problem which started to surface was also held in common: they wanted to spend all of their time at sex. After a little serious discussion, they agreed to somewhat restrict themselves so they could accomplish the necessary items in other aspects of their lives. Work at the lab continued on a regular schedule even though both would rather have spent half the morning in bed. They scheduled time for workouts - other than sexual - and Don tried to complete his teaching duties without the need of homework. Within a week they had settled into a most enjoyable routine.

Don had been a little afraid that spending all day and all night with Kelly might result in their getting on each other's nerves. He had often read or heard about similar problems from married colleagues who were both in the same field. But he and Kelly didn't seem to have that problem. They both loved their field, and both were good enough that they didn't feel the need to turn work into competition. Or when competition did infrequently creep into their professional careers, it was of a friendly nature and neither felt threatened by it.

At night and on weekends they continued to lust for each other as much as ever and satisfied that lust whenever possible. Generally they made love two to three times each day and usually spent time in the playroom two or three times a week, sometimes for short periods, at others maybe for most of a day. Kelly usually enjoyed the victim's roll, but Don also spent time bound to the frame and horse while Kelly wielded the whips and paddles.




Coercion Ch. 02



They also spent time on what they called "the Randall Project." Don and Kelly had discussed what equipment they would want and had set out to design it. They put together a miniature audio recorder. This was not a tape unit, but used the latest microcomputer technology and solid state memory chips. The entire unit fit into the case of an old compact which Kelly could carry in her purse. After a few trials, they found that the purse tended to muffle the conversations too much, so they modified it to place a tiny microphone onto the exterior of the purse itself, disguised as a rivet head. With some cleaver circuitry, they were able to eliminate any wire from the mike to the recorder, so it still appeared as a compact and could be completely removed from the purse and still function. Even if it were opened, all that was visible was a mirror and a nearly empty powder supply.

Kelly continued to attend the class, sitting in the front row each time and always dressed in a slightly provocative fashion. Professor Randall was definitely paying her special attention and Kelly made sure her assignments were not obviously bad, but poor enough to warrant some improvement. During the fourth week of the term, the first exam was given. Kelly took it on a Tuesday and when she returned from class on Thursday, she was clutching the bluebook in her hand and grinning.

"How did you do?" Don asked.

"Just about like I expected." Proudly she showed him the book with the number 53 written on the cover and a large "F" circled in red.

"How in the world did a young woman with an IQ of 138 manage to flunk a freshman intro course?" he asked incredulously.

For a second Kelly looked startled. "How did you know my IQ?" she asked.

"We have our ways," he replied. Then he added, "I hired you, remember? And you gave me your transcripts and records to look at. Anyway, how did you do it?"

"Oh," she said a little sheepishly. "Well, to tell the truth it wasn't very hard. It was a multiple choice sociology test. I just looked at each set of answers and picked the one that made the most logical sense. That way I knew I'd get most of them wrong."

"You're kidding, right?" Don asked.

"Nope. Try it some time. But whatever, look on the back page. Randall left a note that he wants to see me. I set up an appointment for tomorrow at five."

Friday afternoon, Kelly prepared to leave the lab for her appointment with Randall. By that time on a Friday afternoon there were very few people remaining in Engineering, either faculty or students, so she wasn't too worried when she stepped back into the lab dressed in one of her "hot freshman" outfits. Don looked up from his work and smiled. "Headed out to a high school dance? Or maybe to see a rock group?"

Kelly laughed. "I haven't over done it, have I?"

"Not really. I've seen plenty of other girls around campus dressed pretty much like that." He looked over Kelly's outfit. She had on a tight, pink tee shirt with the message "WARM AND FUZZY" emblazoned across the chest. The shirt ended two inches above her waist leaving a swath of smooth, bare skin and it clung to every curve of her firm breasts. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. On the bottom she wore skin tight low riding jeans with wear spots on the seat and thighs that made them look as though they might fall apart at any second. Again her make up was heavier than usual and she carried a small backpack in addition to her purse.

"I just checked the recorder, so we'll see what we get," Kelly said. "But I doubt too much will happen this time. Probably just a proposition and maybe a couple of threats."

"Well, be careful anyway," Don said. "I'm still not completely sure about this whole thing. Maybe we should just tell the faculty committee what we have."

"Oh, Don, we've already discussed that. You know we don't really have anything concrete. I need to get some real physical evidence. If we went with what we have now, no one would take it seriously. I'm sure he'd have a perfectly normal explanation for everything."

"Yeah, really I know you're right. I just don't like the idea of you taking any chances with someone like that."

Kelly turned to face him and a serious look came over her face. "Look, Don, I don't think I'm in any real physical danger. From what Jan and the other girl have told me, he might be a sadist and is certainly a sexual predator, but he's never done any lasting physical damage. I realize there is definitely a chance I might get fucked, but I don't even know if I can honestly call it rape since I'm setting out to trap him. If it does happen, it's not going to mess me up psychologically - I have had sex before. And mentally I'll be prepared for it. A lot more than some of the real freshman girls he's stalked in the past." Then she raised her hand to gently stroke his face. "But I'm really glad you're concerned about me."

Don looked at her for a long moment. "All right. But don't go anywhere with him today."

"I won't. I expect he's more likely to set something up for next week. I found out today that his wife is starting on a month long fund raising tour for the college the middle of next week. That means he'll be by himself and free to do what he likes for the next several weeks."

Kelly looked at her watch and then said, "I'd better run. I'll meet you back here afterwards."

Just at five, after starting the recording device in her purse, Kelly knocked on Professor Randall's office door. As in Engineering, the building was nearly empty and she had seen no one else on his floor at all. From inside he called out, "Come in."

Kelly opened the door and stepped inside. Professor Randall was a tall, good looking man in his mid forties. He was probably six foot two and looked to be in fairly good shape. His dark hair was combed back from his forehead and he wore a neatly trimmed beard. As she glanced around the office, Randall said, "Close the door, Kelly. Have a seat." His voice had a perfectly friendly tone and for a second Kelly almost believed he was just a professor wanting to help a struggling student. Then Jan's description of his actions returned and she came back to her role.

"You wanted to see me, Professor Randall?" she asked.

"Yes. Kelly, your exam wasn't really very good and I don't think it really represents what you are capable of doing. You seem to have been struggling with the material this semester and, while you might be having some trouble with it, you have been doing the assignments."

Kelly let her head droop. "I know, Dr. Randall. I don't know what happened with the test. I thought I knew the material better than that."

"Well, for whatever reason, it didn't show on the test. And, Kelly, you know that the test was a large part of the grade. We only have one more exam and the final. With an F on the first test, you're going to have a rough time even passing the course."

Kelly looked stricken. "But I've got to pass it, Dr. Randall. It's a prerequisite for the next course and I have to have that one for my major." Kelly had decided to take the same path as Jan, saying she wanted the pre-law sequence. "I've wanted to go to law school for a long time and I have to have this."

"Law school isn't for everyone, Kelly," Randall replied. "Maybe you should consider another major."

"Oh, I can't, Dr. Randall," Kelly cried, her voice almost breaking. "I've had my heart set on it for years and my parents would never forgive me if I didn't. Isn't there anything I can do to make a better grade?"

Randall smiled sadly at her. "I can't change the exam grade and it wouldn't be fair to give you another test. Even if you ace the remaining exams, you probably can't get better than a C- for the course. That won't be enough to get you into law school."

Kelly looked like she was about to cry. "Oh, no, I've got to be able to do something. Can't you give me some extra work or something?"

"It wouldn't be fair to the other students, Kelly." Randall stood up from behind his desk and walked around the end until he was standing beside and slightly behind Kelly. "But maybe we could work something out."

Kelly looked up at him, hope showing on her face. "Yes. What would I need to do?"

Randall put his hand on Kelly's shoulder and felt her stiffen at his touch. "What would you have that would make it worth my while to let you improve your grade, Kelly?"

Kelly looked slightly confused. "I could work harder." Then a light of comprehension came into her eyes immediately followed by a look of dismay. "If you're asking for money, Dr. Randall, I don't have any."

Randall laughed and shook his head back and forth. "Not money, Kelly. I'm well paid and I have other resources. That's not what I'm talking about." Kelly looked confused. "Come on, Kelly. How old are you?"

Kelly answered, "I'll be eighteen in two months."

"Then you must have a pretty good idea what I'm talking about, don't you?" He let his other hand rest on her other shoulder and slightly squeezed her muscles.

Kelly's eyes opened wide. "Do you mean sex, Professor Randall?" she asked.

Randall laughed. He let his right hand slide forward over her shoulder and on down until it stopped over her right breast. "What ever gave you that idea?" he replied, as he gave her breast a squeeze.

His grip tightened as Kelly squirmed to try to pull away. "No!" The word exploded from her and for a second Kelly was afraid she had laid the rejection on too strong. But then Randall gave her breast another squeeze and let his left hand move on down to her other tit.

"Don't be so hasty, Kelly," he said. "Remember, we're talking about your entire future here. If you don't find some way to improve your grade, you'll get a C- and you can kiss law school goodbye. You can't even take the course over with that grade."

"I'll report you!" Kelly cried. "I'll go to the dean."

Randall laughed. "Come on, Kelly. I'm department chair and have a long standing reputation. Just because a sexy freshman comes in here and tries to seduce me in exchange for a better grade doesn't mean anyone will believe a charge of sexual harassment."

Kelly's face took on a look that indicated she realized what he had said was true. Randall watched her for another few seconds. Then, giving her breasts another squeeze, he said, "Be here next Friday at five. Plan to be gone until Saturday. We'll see what we can do about some special tutorials."

He dropped his hands and went back around his desk and sat down. "Next Friday at five, Kelly. And I expect to see you in class this week also." He lowered his gaze back to some papers on his desk and ignored Kelly as she stood and slowly left the room.

Ten minutes later she entered the lab and grinned at Don. "Bullseye," she said.

"What happened?" Don asked, his curiosity clearly showing in his tone.

"He gave me a choice: Blow my future or be back there next Friday to spend the night with him." She went on to describe all that had taken place. "The bastard even groped my tits while he laid it out for me. Let's play back the audio and see what we have."

"Not here," Don said. "Let's go on home first." Kelly smiled at that. Home. It had a nice sound to it when she knew it meant "with Don."

They quickly gathered their things and drove straight out to Don's house. They stuck a frozen pizza in the oven and hooked the recording device up to play back. They listened in silence, stopping once to get their supper out. As they ate and played back the remainder of the recording, Kelly's face lost some of it's excitement.

At last the recording finished. "It's not enough," Kelly said in a slightly dejected voice. "Everything in there can be taken a different way and - he's right - no one would believe me over him. Especially when it came out that I'm not a freshman. It will look like I just set out to trap him."

Don started to protest and then stopped. "I guess you're right. It's too bad we don't have video, too. If we had him groping you, that might do it."

Kelly looked up. "Could we build a video recorder before next Friday? I don't see why not."

Don looked thoughtful. "Sure. Same principal, we'll just need more data storage, but we could still do it with a camera card or something. I've got a couple of CCD cameras small enough to hide in the purse. But are you sure you want to go somewhere with him?"

"I'm not quitting now," Kelly exclaimed. "Damn it, I'm going to get him."

"Didn't like being groped, huh?" Don teased.

Kelly smiled at him. "Oh, I don't always mind being groped. I just like to choose who is doing the groping - or to whom I'm doing it."

"Well, then, maybe a little of that might be in order. Want to go downstairs? Maybe relieve a little tension?"

Kelly smiled again. "I think I'd like that, Lover." She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "And maybe we'll both do a little groping."

One of the things Don and Kelly had discovered that they especially liked about each other was that they could share professional work as well as personal. Both had the characteristic common to many engineers - especially good engineers - of becoming deeply absorbed in technical problems. Both were very good in their field and neither felt threatened by the other professionally, so it was not surprising that they enthusiastically plunged into the problem of designing a video recording device. Over the weekend and the first couple of nights the following week, they devised another totally electronic system: no moving parts to give itself away with tell-tale sounds. They even added a GPS tracker which would record the location of anywhere it went. The final result fit into a small pencil box which Kelly could stuff in an outside pocket of her purse, leaving a tiny lens exposed. Now she would be able to capture both sound and pictures - IF she could keep it pointed in the right direction.

Wednesday night at dinner, Kelly told Don about a phone call she had made to a friend. "I know this girl who is a really good programmer. In fact, she likes to do a little hacking for the fun of it." Don had frowned slightly and Kelly quickly added, "Nothing ever destructive. She just likes to see if she can get into systems. She never changes anything or messes anything up. In fact, sometimes she'll send an anonymous warning if she finds a hole in their security. Anyway, I happened to mention that there was a professor I was interested in learning a little more about."

Don stopped his fork where it was. "Not me?" he asked.

"No," Kelly laughed. "It's more fun to learn about you the old fashioned way. I meant Randall. Anyway, she did a little research for me. I don't know what I expected to find. Probably nothing - I was just curious what might be there. She did the standard checks and found all his degrees and publications are real. No real surprise there, but if might have been nice if his degree had been purchased for ten dollars from a post office box in Panama."

"We already knew he was married to the president's daughter and that he was pretty well off. But I found out that he really doesn't have any money himself - it's all from his wife. AND, get this, she made him sign a pre-nup agreement before they were married. It's interesting but not really useful since she seems to let him spend whatever he wants. Last year, his credit card bills alone added up to more than twice his salary as a full professor, but they were all paid off. He lives pretty well off of her and I bet she has no idea that he plays around on the side."

"I'm sure she doesn't, because now that you mention it, I do recall meeting him and his wife at a faculty function a couple of years ago. I remember her as a kind of plain looking, somewhat over weight woman, but the biggest impression was that she was probably a real shrew. A couple of times Randall laid his hand on her arm while he was talking and each time she jerked away from him. After the second time she said something in his ear. I couldn't hear what, but the tone was definitely not nice. After that, Randall didn't touch her." Don stopped and seemed to consider what he had said. Then he nodded his head and added, "Yes, definitely a shrew. Probably a prude and a cold fish besides. But if it's her money, he couldn't leave her. I can almost see why Randall hits on undergrads."

"I don't know about that," Kelly said, "but she is definitely the one with the money."

"You're not thinking of trying to tinker with his bank account, are you?" Don asked.

"Of course not! You know me better than that, Don. It's just interesting, that's all."

"Well, I think our best bet is to catch him trying to molest you. With the recording, we'll have him cold."

"We should. You should have seen the way he was looking at me in class yesterday. I'm sure he has some plans for me on Friday."

"I saw the way you were dressed in class yesterday. I'm not surprised. In fact I have some plans for you myself, and I don't intend to wait until Friday."

"Well, I know I'm so irresistible that men will just leap up during dinner and rape me right on the table," Kelly teased. "But I guess Randall isn't quite that spontaneous."

"I don't think I've ever done that either," Don slowly said. Then a smile crept across his face. "Maybe it's time I did."

He stood and pushed back his chair and started towards Kelly. "Wait a minute, Don, I was kidding."

"I'm not," he replied, and caught her arms, holding her against him for a kiss. Kelly relaxed a little as the kiss went on and then Don suddenly took hold of the edge of her sweatshirt and quickly pulled it over her head.

Kelly let out a squeal, but Don instantly bent his head and sucked hard on a nipple, bringing a gasp from the half naked girl. He locked his mouth on her breast and used one hand to hold both of hers behind her while his other hand found and operated the zipper of her jeans. With a single hard pull he had both them and her panties down around her ankles and he proceeded to loosen his own shirt and jeans while holding the struggling girl against him.

In seconds he had dropped his own clothes and began to force Kelly backwards onto the end of the table. Kelly was struggling, but also laughing, and when Don had finally forced her down onto the surface and brought his mouth back to her other nipple, she was breathing rapidly. His hand moved between her legs and he smiled to himself when he found her soaked. Still holding her arms, now stretched above her head on the table, he pushed his cock against her wet opening and soon both were straining against each other and their excitement mounted higher and higher. Fortunately, the plates were a tough ceramic, for before they peaked and their passion began to ebb, a plate, two forks, and a basket of breadsticks had fallen to the floor, but neither had noticed.

As they regained their breath, Kelly laughed, "I see that living with you is going to be full of surprises."

"All enjoyable, I hope," Don said. Then he turned serious. Kelly, I really want them to all be enjoyable. I love having you live with me and I'd like to sometime make it permanent."

Kelly almost didn't breathe. "Was that a proposal?" she asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Don's face took on a look of surprise itself. "Yes, it was. I hadn't planned it to be but I'm glad I said it. Kelly, I love you and I want to marry you."

Kelly moved slowly closer, standing facing Don, nearly touching. Both were still mostly naked, but neither seemed to notice. Her face was very serious as she said, "Don, I love you and I would love to marry you."

Both seemed completely surprised by this sudden turn of events, but that didn't stop them from engaging in a long, long kiss. At last, Don said, "This is not the way I would have planned it, but I'm really glad it happened. I'm ready to marry you whenever you want."




Coercion Ch. 02



Kelly answered, "That sounds wonderful, but we don't have to hurry. I haven't even gotten used to living in sin yet." Then she kissed him again, pressing her breasts against his chest. When they broke slightly apart, she whispered, her voice a husky tone, "Maybe we should try to sin a little more so I don't miss anything."

Don laughed and kissed her again. "I think that might be a good idea. Come on." They didn't get much more work done that night.

Thursday afternoon Kelly came back into the lab. She was still dressed in her "freshman" outfit: this time it consisted of painted-on jeans and a bright yellow tee shirt with a small pile of alphabet blocks, a teddy bear, and the words "Plays Well With Others." Don looked up from his work and asked, "How did it go?"

"About like usual, except that I tried to look rather anxious. Randall kept looking at me and at the end of class reminded me to meet him tomorrow."

Don stopped work and said, "Look, Kelly, I know I've said it before, but I'm still a little worried about you going there by yourself. We have no real idea of where he's going to take you and I don't know if you can stop him from doing anything this time."

Kelly sobered. "I know. I'm not really worried about any physical harm - he's not the type, and, anyway, he'd be too smart for that. But I think there's a good chance I'll have to give him a blow job or something. But, Don, I've got to take the chance. It's not just for Jan - I'm doing this for myself as well as her and any of the other girls he's harassed. As I've said, I know there's a chance I might get fucked. But I can handle that. A lot better than a new freshman could. I want to get him."

Then she added, "I've got to do this, Don. And before you say anything, you can't follow me. If he sees anything unusual, it might blow the whole show and everything I've done would be wasted. I'm going to take my own car tomorrow. I expect he'll use his car to take me where ever it is he takes girls, but it wouldn't do to have him drop me at your place on Saturday. I'll be all right."

Don started to reply and then, as he realized everything she said was right, slowly closed his mouth. "Just be careful. I care an awful lot for you, Kelly, and I'll worry every second you're with him."

Kelly forced a smile. "Good. I'd hate to think you're taking me for granted already. Seriously, I'll be all right. Now, since tomorrow night might not be so pleasant, why don't we go home and spent tonight enjoying each other?"

Don also forced a smile. "I can go along with that. But why don't you change out of that outfit before someone sees us and I get accused of going around with jailbait."



Coercion Ch. 03



Coercion - Ch 3

Kelly left the lab at four on Friday. She had parked her car over in the student lot and Don knew she had to change and stash her regular clothes there before she went to meet Randall. She had shown him the outfit she planned to wear that morning before they had left for the school. It consisted of a plaid skirt, cut several inches above her knees, and a light yellow blouse with ruffled collar. She wore flats on her feet and her only underwear was a black thong. "Not really comfortable," she had remarked, "but he'd expect a hot little teeny bopper like me to wear something like that."

"Teeny bopper?" Don teased. "That expression was old before you were born."

"Well, I heard it in a movie once. Anyway, I have the recorder all set. I'll turn it on before I go into his office so he won't see anything but my purse. By tomorrow, we should have him."

Now, as Kelly left, she told Don, "I expect I'll be back home by ten tomorrow. From what Jan said, he never keeps the girls later than he has told them." Then, sarcastically, "He's so considerate."

Don watched her from the lab window until she disappeared around the corner of another building. This is the hard part for me, he thought. Now the waiting starts. But it had to be a lot harder for Kelly. He closed his work, knowing he would accomplish nothing else that night, and shortly after five he started for home.

Don spent a very edgy night. He ate a TV dinner for supper and first tried to read a novel. When he couldn't concentrate on that, he turned on a movie, but that, too, proved no distraction. When he finally went to bed at eleven, it was another two hours before he slept and when he awoke at seven the next morning, he felt as though he had rested no more than an hour or two.

For the next three hours Don fidgeted around the house, not able to concentrate on anything. A quarter after ten he heard Kelly's car pull into the drive and half a minute later she came in through the garage door. Before he could say anything he saw the look on her face. It was a combination of anger and frustration and something else he couldn't identify. She was carrying the recording device in her hand and set it down on the kitchen table on her way towards him. She dropped her coat on a chair and headed to the hallway door without saying a word. But before Don could make a sound she stopped and turned towards him. "Don, I'm going to take a shower. Make us a fire, pour me a Scotch, and I'll tell you everything when I come back. OK?"

Don nodded dumbly. He moved to the family room and soon had a nice log fire burning in the hearth. He retrieved the bottle of Scotch and poured a healthy amount into each of two glasses. Neither he nor Kelly drank much at all. Wine with dinner and occasionally, like now, a single glass of Scotch. They had found that both preferred the "good" stuff: single malt, well aged and straight, so the smoky flavor mingled with the smooth taste.

He sat down on the love seat facing the fireplace and waited. Kelly was spending a long time in the shower. In fact, Don realized, she was spending longer than he had ever known her to. When at last he heard the water stop, he looked at his watch and found that forty five minutes had passed. He heard the hair drier going and in a few more minutes, Kelly appeared in the doorway. She was wearing a terry robe, her hair had been dried and brushed and hung down her back. The look of frustration was still there, but her face had softened and she seemed more composed and a little less tense.

Don walked over and handed her the drink. He waited while she took a long swallow and then led her back to the couch. He sat and she lowered herself beside him, snuggling close and resting her head on his shoulder. "Hold me for a minute," she said. Don pulled her close and slowly he felt more of the tension leave her.

Finally she began to talk. "I know you're wondering, so first I'll tell you, we haven't got anything we can use." Don looked surprised, but before he could say anything, Kelly continued, "No, the unit worked OK. But the bastard made me leave my purse in the car. I couldn't object without it sounding suspicious. Anyway, let me just tell you what happened."

She took another drink and then began. "He was ready when I got to his office and we left immediately for his car. Once we got inside he drove off campus and we started out Route 35. But he pulled over in a mile or so and made me put on a blindfold. A very good one. I couldn't see a thing. I tried to keep track of where we went, but he made so many turns I quickly lost any idea. That doesn't really matter. We do have the GPS data, so we can pinpoint exactly where he took me."

"Anyway, we drove for about forty minutes and then pulled into a long gravel drive. When he stopped the car he let me take the blindfold off and I could see we were at a small farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. Couldn't see another house at all, just fields and woods. He told me to get out and when I started to bring my purse and back pack, he said to leave them in the car, that I wouldn't be needing them."

"We went inside and he was very polite - took my coat and everything. He'd brought some carry out dinner and he said we'd eat first. He didn't say first before what, but he didn't really ask: he just told me to get the food ready. I set things out on the table and he even held the chair for me as I sat down. I acted very nervous during dinner. Actually, I didn't have to act too much because I wasn't real sure what he was planning, but nothing happened at all."

"But when we finished eating he said something about being ready for his dessert. He took my shoulders in his hands and pulled me towards him. He simply said, 'Take off your blouse.' I tried to pull back and told him that I'd changed my mind, that I didn't want to do this, but he didn't pay any attention. He held me in place and said, 'It's a little late for that, Kelly. You don't have any choice.' I decided that this might be a good time to give in a little and went ahead and took off my shirt. He took me into a bedroom and had me kneel down in front of him. You can guess what happened next"

"When he finally came - all over my face - I thought he would leave me alone for awhile, but he wasn't done. He made me strip the rest of the way and then started pushing me towards the bed. I told him 'No', but he pushed me onto the bed. When I tried to fight back a little, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed me to the headboard. He told me that either I did what he wanted, when he wanted, or he'd force me. To make the story short, he fucked me, and left me cuffed to the bed. I spent the entire night like that, naked and cuffed, and he had me twice more before he let me go."

She turned to look in Don's face. "I knew I was taking a chance on that, but I was still surprised at how it made me feel. It wasn't like when we play at all. I was so helpless and it just felt like he was using me and I didn't have a damn thing to say about it. I'll get over it, but I can't help but think how much worse it would have been for a real, inexperienced freshman. I mean, I'm used to sleeping nude and even tied to the bed sometimes. But for someone who never had, it would have been really traumatic. I'm just mad that I didn't get any hard data. He even wore condoms, so we couldn't even use DNA even if I could convince someone I didn't agree to the whole thing." She became silent for a few seconds and then said, "Now, Don, just hold me close for awhile."

She quickly finished the rest of her drink and pushed her head down against Don's shoulder. He gently stroked her hair and lightly rubbed her neck, feeling the tension recede. After some time had passed he noticed her breathing had settled in to a slow, regular rhythm and he realized she had fallen asleep. He held her for a while longer and then arranged her so she was stretched comfortably on the couch. He added a light cover and then moved to another chair to let her rest.

The fact that Kelly had been effectively raped only increased his concern. Of course, he didn't blame her for anything. He had never understood how any man could feel disrespect for a woman who had been ravaged although he had heard and read enough to know that some did. Instead, he now worried some that maybe he had encouraged her too much in this venture and that maybe they should just withdraw her from the class and drop everything. So far they hadn't gotten any real evidence that they could use to bring down this predator.

Kelly slept for several hours. Twice Don built up the fire again and the sun was sinking behind a thick bank of clouds in the west when Kelly finally began to stir. Don left the book he had been trying to read and quickly moved over beside her as she awoke. Kelly blinked open her eyes and looked up at him. "Hi," she said, and her voice seemed normal and the tension seemed to have vanished from her body.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

Kelly thought for a few seconds. "Actually, not too bad. I'm still angry and frustrated that we didn't get anything usable, but otherwise I'm all right." Don looked at her with a somewhat inquisitive look on his face, a little disbelief showing in his features. Kelly smiled at him. "No, really, I'm all right. I was pretty well prepared for what happened and it didn't get to me enough to do any real hurt." Then she grinned at him with her usual sense of humor. "I told you I've been fucked before. Just usually I want to have some say in the matter."

Don hugged her to him and kissed her. "Maybe we should just drop this whole thing," he suggested.

Kelly's face flashed with hard determination. "No way! Now I want to get him even more. It's just I'm not quite sure how. I'm sure he won't let me take anything inside, so I don't know where I can hide the recorder. Let me think about it for a while."

They fixed dinner, working together in the kitchen in companionable silence. As they ate they talked about other topics and Don was surprised to see that the events of the previous night really didn't seem to have hit Kelly too hard. After dinner Kelly brought the recorder out and dropped it onto the table. "Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time." She picked the unit up and examined it. "Maybe we can use it to make our own porno movies," she kidded.

Don smiled at the remark. "Well, if we do, at least we could put it in the right place and leave it there," he quipped. "Mount it in the playroom and we could get some good shots."

Kelly started to replace the device on the table and then stopped. She held it up and looked thoughtfully at it. "Don, do we have enough parts to build three more cameras and transmitters?"

"I suppose so, but if he won't let you take one inside, what good will three do?"

"I don't need to get the recorder inside, just the cameras and transmitters. If I could do that, the recorder could stay outside in the car. That would be close enough to still get a good signal."

"Yeah, probably. But if next time is anything like this one, how could you get even one camera in place. Even if you could smuggle it inside, he made you strip and he certainly wouldn't let you take a camera into the bedroom."

"No, I'm sure I couldn't bring it in with me. So I'll just have to put them in place first." Don looked at her, curiosity plain on his face. "I don't think he goes out there except when he's taking a girl," Kelly continued. "And Wednesday night I know he won't: he has a Department faculty meeting then."

"Are you seriously thinking about breaking and entering his house?" Don asked. "You don't even know where it is. And how could you get in if you did?"

Kelly smiled back. "Ah, but we do know where it is. At least we will when we read out the GPS data. That part, at least, didn't depend on getting the unit inside. And as for getting inside - well, I noticed that the door lock was one of those they tell you never to rely upon. All I need is a thin strip of plastic. And even if he caught me there, what would he do? He wouldn't want the police involved. He just wants to use me, not have me create a big case with a lot of accusations."

Don studied her for a minute. "You really want to go through with something like that?" Kelly nodded. "Even though you know he'll probably rape you again next time?" Another nod. "Well, then, there is only one thing wrong with your plan. We'll have to wear rubber gloves so neither of us leaves any fingerprints that could later be used to prove entrapment."

"Don, you don't have to go with me. I can place the cameras and it would probably be a little more awkward if you got caught there than if I did."

"Then all the more reason for me to go. With two of us we'll finish twice as fast. Tomorrow we'll start on the cameras and transmitters."

Kelly moved over to him and put her arms around his neck, kissing him hard. "I love you, Dr. Jefferson."

"And I love you, Dr. Madison," Don whispered.

"Then take me to bed and prove it," Kelly whispered back. "Show me it can still be good after last night."

It took a lot of work, but by Monday night they had three small camera and transmitter units which could send video and sound to the receiver and recording unit hidden in her purse. Each camera was only an inch long, and half that in diameter. Since they only needed to operate for twelve hours or so, one battery would power each unit - if they could turn them on when needed. They had discussed several methods of activating the units, but each required some kind of receiver with the camera which would have increased the size. In the end they settled on the simple plan of using the timing unit from a digital watch and setting the cameras to come on at six on Friday night.

Wednesday night they waited until six thirty and then drove by the campus building where Randall's meeting was to be held. His car was parked outside and since the meeting was supposed to start at seven, they felt he would be very unlikely to be done before they finished and, even if he was, the chances of his coming out to his country place were still almost zero.

The GPS data had given an exact location for the house and Don and Kelly had no trouble finding it. The drive was the only one within a half mile in either direction and was curved so that when they drove up it to the house, they were completely hidden from the road. Kelly hadn't seen Randall deactivate any kind of alarm system, but they checked carefully for evidence of any before taking a thin plastic ruler and sliding it around the old door frame to release the latch.

With both of them wearing surgical gloves, they moved inside and Kelly led them directly into the bedroom. "I want to put them where we can get anything he does in here," she said. They ended up putting two up in corners with the crown molding and the third in back of a dresser where it looked out from between the top surface and the bottom of the mirror, aimed directly at the bed. Unless Randall did a thorough examination of the room, he would never see them located as they were back in the shadows. In less than thirty minutes they were finished and left, carefully resetting the lock and replacing everything as it was. By nine they were back home.

Kelly was wound up with excitement. When they came inside from the garage, she threw her arms around Don and hugged him to her. "Now we can get that bastard," she exclaimed. She kissed him again and her hand slid down his back, across his rear and around to the front where she grasped him through his jeans.

"Horny little wench tonight, aren't you?" Don teased.

"You know it, Lover. I'm high as a kite and I need to be sorely fucked."

"Do you mean fucked sore, Woman? Or maybe sore and fucked,"

Kelly laughed. "I didn't, but that sounds like a good idea. Take me downstairs and beat my body first. I'm one horny female tonight."

"Well, I certainly wouldn't want to disappoint a horny female. Especially one I'm in love with and am going to marry. So lets get you naked and into the playroom, Wench."

Laughing, the couple made their way downstairs. In five minutes Kelly was indeed naked and strapped to the new table Don had finished. This device was only about a foot wide and three feet long. And of that three feet, there were two small wings which folded down to leave only a fourteen inch long surface. All of it was padded and covered in the leather like material and there were a number of straps and eye hooks for fastening the victim. Kelly had her ankle cuffs clipped to either side on the legs at one end so that she faced away from the table, her legs open and spread. The leaves were folded down and she was arched backwards over the smooth surface, her arms stretched behind her head and attached to the bottom of the legs on the other end. This left her face up - or rather pussy up -, fully open and exposed, her flat stomach stretched tightly and her clean shaven pussy as her highest point.

Don, also naked now, began to slowly tease her breasts. Her nipples were already hard and protruding, but he rolled them between his thumbs and fingers, making them even more firm and engorged. He sucked hard on them with his mouth and ran his tongue teasingly around their edges and along the creases of her flattened breasts. He kept this up for ten long minutes and then stepped back to pick up a cat with soft leather tails. He began to gently lash her exposed front, often snapping the ends against her nipples and sometimes landing them across her hairless mound. He began to increase the strength of the blows until he had her making small cries and gasps at every blow. Then he stopped again and began to once more torment her hard nipples.

After a few minutes of this treatment, Don picked up a pair of nipple clamps and let them close over the hard nubs as Kelly sucked in her breath and made small moaning sounds. Next he took a pair of long, thin cords and laced them through two screw eyes on the ceiling directly above the girl's chest. He tied one end of each cord to one of the clamps and then held up two large fishing sinkers for Kelly to stare at with wide open eyes. He fastened one to each cord and let them drop, their weight pulling her nipples towards the ceiling and stretching her breasts upwards from her arched chest. Don could see the grimace on her face as the two heavy weights suddenly pulled at her swollen nipples, but she didn't cry out. Don checked the clamps and tightened them slightly. Then he added another pair of weights to the first two and lifted them up several inches. Kelly watched wide eyed as he let the weights fall until they came up short against the cords and this time she could not hold back a sharp cry.

Don moved back once more and picked up a slightly heavier cat which he began to swing against her stomach and thighs, landing near, but always, missing her pussy and stretched breasts. He swung harder until Kelly was crying out at almost every blow. Then he began to land a few on the now supersensitive flesh of her swollen pussy lips and her tits. He continued for a minute or two and then dropped to his knees between her legs where he immediately applied his mouth and tongue to the hard nub protruding from its hiding place at the top of her slit. He licked and tugged with his lips and even bit lightly with his teeth.

Kelly had been becoming steadily wetter and more excited. Now, as Don attacked her clit directly, she began to loose control and began to tremble as she started towards a climax. Don, whose own excitement had his cock rigid and sticking straight out, stood and plunged into her soaked slit. He began to pound into her and torment her stretched nipples with his fingers as her moans turned into loud cries and joined his own excited sounds. In less than a minute he was spurting stream after stream into the stretched girl as she convulsed uncontrollably against her bonds.




Coercion Ch. 03



Afterwards, Don removed the nipple clamps, bringing cries as the blood returned to the tormented flesh, and then released her from her awkward arched position. Kelly pulled him against her for a deep kiss and then moaned as her sore nipples crushed against his chest. When they pulled back slightly from the kiss, Kelly asked, a little breathlessly, "Want to play a little more? I might like to work you over a little if you feel like it."

Don grinned at her. "I'd like that. As long as you don't try to take out your frustration at Randall on me."

Kelly laughed. "Don't worry. Right now I'm not feeling too frustrated with him. I think we're ready to get him in another couple of days. But I do think I feel the need to whip your ass."

"I guess I can go along with that," Don replied, and Kelly led him over to the padded saw horse. Soon she had him bent over the frame from the end, his ankles widely spread and fastened to the legs at one end and his wrists to the legs at the other. The end of the crosspiece pressed against his pubic bone and his cock was once again hard and sticking out below.

Kelly began to lightly tease him with her fingers, stroking his flanks, lightly rubbing his nipples, and occasionally brushing against his balls and the sensitive skin between them and his anus. Then she began to pinch his nipples and soon was ready to get even for earlier. She picked up a pair of nipple clamps, ones with serrated edges, and let them close over each of Don's nipples. As the sharp steel bit into his sensitive flesh he gave a small cry, but made no move to stop her. Kelly added a small lead weight to each and spent a little time flicking them back and forth. Then she began to flog his ass. She first used the heavier cat he had last used on her and soon Don's rear was a nearly uniform red all over with some darker stripes showing where the individual tails had struck. Then Kelly picked up a short riding crop and landed a series of five blows across his ass. These were quite hard and each brought an immediate cry and left a white line which quickly changed to a dark red across his stretched flesh.

When Kelly put down the crop, her hands immediately began to slide across Don's hot and tormented ass. Then she reached over and returned with a finger slick with lube which she began to apply all around his anus. Her finger slipped inside and spent some time in twisting in and out movements as she applied ample lubricant to Don's excited opening. When at last she pulled her finger from his rear, he gave out a groan of frustration, but Kelly didn't return her digit. Instead she moved back behind him so he couldn't tell what she was doing.

He heard her come back behind him and suddenly he felt the slick end of a lubricated piece of plastic touch his puckered anus. After the lube, Don had been expecting to be penetrated with something, he just wasn't sure with what. Both of them had found that they enjoyed the feel of plugs or dildos in their rear openings, and had several of these items available. Now he felt the slick shaft begin to push deeper inside his rectum. It didn't seem to greatly taper like a butt plug, but rather remained a nearly constant diameter as it drove deeper and deeper. Just when he thought it was almost all he could take, he felt Kelly's bare legs touch the backs of his thighs and he realized that she was using a strap on to fuck him.

This wasn't the first time. After they had discovered how much Kelly - and Don! - enjoyed anal sex, they had decided to reverse roles and both had found they enjoyed this variation also. Now as Kelly pulled slightly back and Don's muscles tried to grasp the slick shaft to hold it embedded, Kelly began to let her hands roam, touching his hot skin and tugging at the sharp clamps. She slowly withdrew and then just as slowly began to drive the plastic shaft back into his willing body until it was once again seated as deeply as possible. Several times she repeated the slow, teasing movements, almost completely removing the shaft and then gradually forcing it in once more to the hilt. Then she began to speed up. Both she and Don were rapidly becoming more excited and she helped him along with her hands on his hanging balls and stiff cock. She was soon slamming into him as hard as she could and each time giving his balls a good squeeze. Both began to moan and in only a few more strokes Kelly felt Don's balls contract and his cock jerk into the start of his climax. She let herself go and soon joined him in her own wild orgasm.

All day Thursday and all Friday morning, Kelly remained excited with the anticipation of springing her trap on Randall. Finally Friday afternoon arrived and Kelly left the lab to go change into her freshman persona. Don once again expressed concern and tried to find some way to follow or otherwise stay close to her. "I'll be all right, Don. Please don't try anything. I know we'll get him this time and I don't want to take a chance on anything putting him off. Just wait for me at home like last week, OK?"

Reluctantly Don agreed and Kelly picked up her backpack and ducked into the restroom to change clothes. She didn't come back into the lab when she emerged, but Don saw her through the window, walking in the direction of the Sociology building. He knew that today she had on a tight tee shirt and jeans and wore only a thong underneath. Although her long coat covered her to below her knees he could still see the saucy sway of her bottom as she changed herself into the sexy seventeen year old character Randall was expecting. He shook his head at the uncanny transformation and then, as she disappeared around a corner, went back to his desk and tried to concentrate on his work. He knew that this night would be even longer than last Friday as he awaited her return in the morning.

Kelly stopped just short of Dr. Randall's office and reached into her purse to activate the recorder and the one camera still there. She took her coat off and hung it over her arm, tugging her shirt so it fit even closer over her full breasts, wet her lips, and then knocked on his door.

"Come in," Randall called and Kelly entered his office. The professor looked her up and down and smiled at her. "Sit down a second, Kelly. I'm just finishing up something and then we can go." He watched as she took a straight chair in the corner, and then went back to his computer where he typed for another thirty seconds. Then he clicked "Shut Down" and pushed his chair back to wait while the computer finished its power down routine.

When he turned to Kelly, she immediately said, "Professor Randall, I really don't want to do this. Isn't there anything else I can do to help my grade?"

The smile dropped from Randall's face. "You don't have any choice in the matter, Kelly. You're committed to it now." When she started to say something else, he stood and simply said, "Come on. We'll pick up something for supper again along the way."

He locked his office and led her out to his car. Once they were both inside, he immediately drove off. He stopped at a restaurant a couple of blocks off campus and Kelly found that they had a carryout order waiting for him. She assumed he must have called ahead, and if this food was anything like what he had brought last week, she at least wouldn't starve. It was definitely gourmet quality - she doubted Randall had had fast food at any time in the last ten years.

Back in the car, he again blindfolded her and then began the trip. although Kelly now knew where she was going, she still could not follow where they were, so finally she just gave up trying and sat in silence for the ride.

When they pulled up at the country house, he removed the blindfold and again had her leave her purse and backpack in the car. They got out and he locked the car behind them. Kelly wasn't sure if this was from force of habit or because he didn't want her to be able to get at it until he was ready. He unlocked the house door and they entered. Evidently the furnace was on some kind of timer, because the room was quite warm when they entered and Wednesday the temperature had been down in the fifties.

Randall set the food on the dining room table and then took Kelly's coat and hung it with his own in a front closet. Kelly knew that, although they were out of range of the cameras out here, the audio would still probably come through, so she tried talking with him once again. "Dr. Randall, I really don't want to do this. I'd rather just take the bad grade. Or drop the course."

"Kelly, I told you, you no longer have any choice in the matter. You have to get a reasonable grade in this course or there's no way you can get into your program. I'm the only one who can do anything about it, and this is what I want."

"I could still go to the dean or someone and tell them what you're doing," Kelly threatened, but in a somewhat half hearted manner.

"Now, Kelly, you know what would happen if you tried that. I'd just have to tell them about how you were flunking and came to me offering sex in exchange for a better grade. I might be a little embarrassed, but you would be disgraced and probably thrown out of school. It's not like it's really costing you anything. You're not a virgin, Girl. I know that. You kids start sleeping around when you're in the seventh grade. You're seventeen and I'm sure this is nothing new to you."

Kelly didn't say anything and kept anything from showing on her face, but she felt an unreasonable anger at his comments. She had actually been a virgin until she was twenty and had in reality slept with very few men. She forced herself to ignore these feelings and looked back at Randall.

His face turned a little more hard. "Get this into your head, Kelly. From now until the end of the semester, you will come with me whenever I say. You will do whatever I tell you. If you're good, you'll end up with a good grade, and you can probably have some fun at it. What's the saying? 'If it's inevitable, relax and enjoy it.' In your case, it is inevitable, but if you try we can both have a lot of fun at it and you might even learn something new. But get this straight. You have no choice. You will do what I say, when I say, and when I tell you something, there are only two acceptable answers. I want to hear either, 'Yes, Sir,' or 'Yes, Dr. Randall.' If not, I'll have to punish you. Is that clear?"

He had delivered this speech in a clear, lecturer's voice, and inside Kelly was rejoicing because she was sure it would have come through as clear audio. Outwardly, she let her face go through a series of emotions, starting with argumentative, then changing to anger, and finally altering to a resigned, almost hopeless, expression. "Yes, Dr. Randall," she said.

Randall smiled at her. "Good. Now, I think we should have some dinner. You know where everything is, so you can get it ready and serve it to us." Kelly started towards the cabinet which held the napkins and so forth, but Randall stopped her. "Just a minute. I think tonight I'd like a topless waitress. In fact, I think a nude waitress. Please remove your clothes, Kelly."

Reluctantly, Kelly slowly began removing her jeans. "Couldn't we please wait until after we eat?"

"Kelly, what did I tell you were acceptable answers?"

Kelly looked up at his stern face. "Yes, Sir," she said quietly.

"That's better," Randal replied. "Now, strip." Kelly finished removing all her clothes and Randall picked up each item. "Get things ready," he said. "I'll be right back." He took all her clothing back out to the closet and Kelly heard a lock turn as he placed them somewhere beyond her access.

Randall remained dressed while they ate and Kelly, somewhat to her surprise, found that this seemed to make her feel - what? - submissive or subservient or subordinate and embarrassed at the least. Again, she thought how much worse this would be for a truly inexperienced girl of seventeen.

When they had finished Randall took her hand and pulled her towards the bedroom. Inwardly, Kelly was elated that he was going to go directly to her prepared "studio", but outwardly she tried to act reluctant and apprehensive. Once inside, Randall said, "Remember what I said, Kelly. You can make this very pleasant for yourself and we can both enjoy it. Or not, if you choose, but I will be enjoying it in any case. Now, I think I'm going to let you have some dessert. On your knees."

Kelly sank to her knees and Randall moved to stand in front of her. "All right, Girl. Don't be afraid of it. I'm sure you remember what to do."

Slowly Kelly reached up and began to unfasten his belt. Soon, Randall had stepped out of his pants and was plunging his hard member in and out of Kelly's stretched mouth. At his urging, Kelly raised her hands and began to fondle his balls as her tongue worked on his rigid cock. When he came, Kelly sensed it enough to swallow the first spurt, but then Randall pulled out of her mouth and sprayed two more jets onto her face. When she reached for a small towel to wipe it off, he said, "Leave it there. I like the way it looks on you. But go ahead and lick me clean."

Kelly complied with his order while he let his hand stroke her head as he might a small dog. When she had licked all of his juices from him, Randall had become hard once more. Kelly had found the previous week that Randall was not lacking in this department. He became quickly aroused after a climax and could become so several times during the night. Now, when she pulled back from his crotch, she could see that he was again interested and expected that he would soon fuck her.

She thought she'd try once more to get him saying she had no choice, so when he started to push her towards the bed, she said, "Please, Professor Randall, isn't that enough? Suppose I just suck you off tonight." Before he could answer, she added, "As many times as you like. But isn't that enough?"

Randall suddenly stopped where he was. He had a firm grip on her arm and now he said, in a quiet, stern voice, "You forgot about acceptable answers, again, didn't you Kelly? I think I can't let that go." Kelly wasn't sure what he meant, but he pushed her down towards the bed. "On your stomach," he ordered.

The bed was a brass framed model with a queen sized mattress. Now, as Randall shoved her onto it, Kelly lay full length on her front. "Don't move," Randall told her. She stayed where she was and heard him open a drawer. Seconds later he put his knee on the bed beside her and leaned forwards across her back. Kelly was sure that if she tried to get up, he would simply put his knee on her back, so she remained where she was. Then Randall took hold of her right wrist and she suddenly realized that he was fastening a leather cuff around it. She struggled a little, but not hard enough to provoke any real retaliation, while he buckled the heavy leather in place and then again while he put another on her left wrist.

Then, using two short pieces of chain and a small padlock, Randall stretched her arms to the corners of the head frame and anchored them in place. Kelly had been handcuffed to the bed last week, so she wasn't unduly frightened by what was happening, and the leather cuffs were actually much more comfortable than the steel handcuffs had been the previous week. Randall then added another pair of leather cuffs around her ankles. But before he attached them to the bedframe, he picked up two pillows and forced them beneath her lower stomach. He then pulled her ankles tightly towards the bed corners and used two more small locks to fasten the chains in place. Kelly now found herself tightly stretched, her ass raised high, her private parts spread wide open, visible and available. Kelly realized that the camera on the dresser was looking almost directly at her ass and thought what a sight she was making.

Randall stepped back. "I told you, Kelly, that this could be a lot of fun for you if you let it. I also told you that if you didn't I would still be enjoying it. Now I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you so that you remember the rules better next time. After all, you're going to be out her a number of more times this semester."

As he had been speaking, Randall had gone back to the drawer and picked up something else. Now when Kelly turned her head she could see that he was holding a leather strap. It was of heavy, well-oiled leather, about two inches wide and three or four feet long. He was wrapping one end around his hand and Kelly realized what she could expect.

Randall had removed the remainder of his clothing and Kelly could see that his cock was engorged and rigid. The idea of whipping her evidently aroused him. Kelly wasn't too surprised at this as Jan had described some of what he had done to her, and Kelly had long ago decided that Randall was truly a sadist. Now he raised the strap and suddenly brought it down in a lightning swift movement. Even before Kelly was really aware of the loud slap of leather on her bare bottom, she was already screaming out at the pain.

Kelly completely enjoyed playing BDSM games with Don; however, when they played, it was a game. Sure, Don would whip her hard enough to hurt, even sometimes leave marks for a few hours or, or rare occasions, until the next day. But Kellly always had a safeword that could stop everything any time she really wanted. She also knew that Don would never do any real damage. But now, she felt completely helpless. Randall hadn't used any light strokes to warm her up as Don did, and she was sure that no safeword would make him stop. Intellectually, she was sure Randall would not really damage her permanently or seriously. But she had no idea just how hard he would punish her. And she was totally helpless.

Even as the first scream still seemed to hang in the air and Kelly was desperately trying to suck in more breath, Randall raised his arm and started another stroke on its way. This one was just as hard and felt like it sliced right through Kelly's skin. Again she screamed. Randall continued and placed ten vicious strokes across her unprotected rear. Kelly screamed at each and, when he slowed, begged through her tears, "Please, Dr. Randall. I'll do whatever you want. Please stop."

But Randall continued his relentless assault until there were fifteen red and white marks clearly showing on her once white skin. Kelly was crying and gasping for breath and it took half a minute before she could calm down enough to speak once more. "Please, Dr. Randall, I'll be good. Please no more."

"Yes, you'll be good, Kelly," he said. His tone was not quite a snarl, but it held an arrogant tone, quite condescending. "You'll be good, and next week maybe you'll try to enjoy yourself as well. But I have to make sure you won't regress."

Kelly twisted her head around to look at him and a look of fear crossed her face as she saw that now Randall held a long riding crop in his hand. This instrument was nearly four feet long, the narrow, flexible shaft encased in thin leather. He swung it back and forth a couple of times and Kelly could see the thin shaft flex with the movement. "I'm going to give you five with the crop, Kelly. You will count each one out loud. If you miss one, I will start over. Is that clear?"

"Please, Dr. Randall. Please no more," Kelly begged.

"Kelly, it seems you have already forgotten the acceptable answers. Now it will be six strokes. Do you understand?"

With an incredible effort, Kelly brought herself under control. "Yes, Sir," she managed to say.

When Kelly and Don played, they never forced each other to count strokes or to beg for more. This smacked of humiliation to them and they had never been turned on by true domination or degradation. But Kelly quickly realized that this was an important aspect to Randall. Now, for her own well being, she resolved to play his game as best she could the rest of this night. If the video came through, she could get her revenge later.




Coercion Ch. 03



Randall moved forward and rearranged the pillows under her slightly so her ass was even more advantageously presented. Kelly felt the heat of her abused bottom as though it were in flames and she thought she could feel each of the strap marks individually. When he was satisfied with everything, Randall moved back and flexed the crop several times. Kelly gritted her teeth and waited.

He let her remain on edge for ten seconds which seemed an hour to the tense girl. Then she heard the sound as the flexible shaft cut the air and immediately a line of fire, like a red hot steel rod, bloomed across her already damaged posterior. She screamed. She couldn't help it. A single loud, long scream followed by a gasp of breath. Randall was about to raise the whip again when she was able to cry out, "One, Sir!"

Randall smiled and stayed his arm. "Very good, Kelly. I almost thought you had forgotten." Then he raised his arm again and once more Kelly heard the lightning swish of disturbed air as the thin shaft rushed to meet her sensitized skin.

Another scream, as a new line appeared just below and parallel to the first."Two, Sir!" Kelly managed to cry out. Four more times Randall lashed the young woman. Each stroke was like a hot knife striking her skin, but she managed to count each one.

When at last it was over and she lay gasping for breath, Randall moved up beside her and let his hand lightly stroke her hot and sore bottom. "Now, Kelly, if you can remember how to behave, you can make all of our future encounters much more pleasant for you."

Kelly twisted her head around and tried to look at her bottom. She was sure there must be blood freely flowing all over her, but as she looked in the dresser mirror, she could see that her rear was red overall and that there were six darker lines crossing it, but there didn't appear to be any blood. She strained to look closer and could see that a couple of the crop lines had slightly broken the skin and left a few scarlet drops along their length, but she breathed slightly easier as she realized she was not going to be scared as she had somewhat feared.

Then she noticed what Randall was doing. He was still standing beside the bed and he was unrolling a condom onto his cock which was standing out long and rock hard. Whipping her had evidently excited him a lot. Kelly wasn't too surprised at his reaction, but she now realized he was going to take her right away before she had a chance to recover. If she had just received a whipping from Don, she would be dripping wet and eager for sex, but now she felt no arousal at all. Of course, Don would never have whipped her that hard. And also she would have wanted it from the start. This was entirely different. She knew she was, if not totally dry, at least not well lubricated, and she feared Randall would not care, plunging into her with no regard for her comfort at all. She tried to think of Don and other times she had been tied in this position as he approached her, his hard cock in hand. She did her best to shut out Randall and the pain of the beating and was able to at least excite herself somewhat.

She felt the bed sag slightly as Randall climbed between her legs and as the tip of the condom touched her pussy lips she was happy to discover it seemed to be a lubricated type. He slowly pushed himself into her body until his course hair touched her tender and damaged ass. He held tightly there for several seconds and then slowly withdrew. He repeated the slow strokes three more times and Kelly was adapting herself to tolerate him when he suddenly withdrew completely.

She felt the bed move slightly as Randall reached over and pulled something back She had no idea what he was doing until suddenly she felt the tip of his sheathed cock, now slick with a thick gob of KY or some such lubricant, again touch her opening. But this time the touch was not to her pussy, but rather to her puckered anus. Even as Randall began to push himself into her, stretching her tight rear opening, Kelly realized what was happening and cried out, "No! Please, Dr. Randall, not that!"

Randall froze with just the head of his cock started into her tight hole. "I don't think I heard you, Kelly. What did you say?"

Kelly bit her lip. "Yes, Dr. Randall," she got out.

"Oh, that's all right, then. Just relax, Kelly, and you'll love this." Kelly knew she loved anal sex, but not with this man. Still, she managed to force herself to relax her muscles as Randall began to push his way deeply into her again.

For several minutes Randall fucked her ass. Kelly had enough control of herself to prevent it from hurting too badly, but it was in no way arousing. When at last Randall grunted and pushed hard into her, she only felt thankful that it was over, although she was certain he would be back again later.

And she was right. Randall finally pulled his member from her sore bottom. He removed the pillows and let her have a little more slack in the chains, but he left Kelly bound spread eagled on the bed. With a final pat on her damaged rear, he left for the bathroom while Kelly felt the lubricant forming a leaking stream from her ass down along the path towards her pussy.

Three more times before he released her the next morning Randall came back to fuck her. Twice he took her pussy and one more time he had her in her her ass. About eight thirty the next morning he released her and returned her clothing. He closed up the house and then took her back out to the car. Kelly didn't dare look in her purse to see if the signal had been sufficient. Instead she sat in silence for the return ride to campus. As he dropped her at her car, Randall said, "Next Friday at five, Kelly. I believe you now have a C in the class. Next week maybe you can raise that to a B-. Think about it until then and next time maybe you can enjoy things a little more."

As she got into her own car Kelly answered , in a flat voice, "Yes, Dr. Randall," without looking directly at him. She kept her head lowered until he drove off and then she could wait no longer and pulled the recorder from her purse. She looked at the indicator and out loud cried, "Yes!" as she saw that all three camera signals had been successfully received. Then more quietly, almost to herself, she said, "Yes, Dr. Randall. Next Friday I will certainly enjoy it a lot more."

Don heard Kelly's car pull into the garage and went to immediately pour her another glass of Scotch, as he had the last week. He feared she would be again, if not depressed, at least down from what she had had to endure. Whatever that had been, he thought to himself.

He heard the door from the garage open and Kelly enter. He stood to meet her as she entered the room and was astounded to see the wide smile on her face. She held up the recorder and said, "We've got the son of a bitch!" Then she placed it gently on the table.

Don could see the strain on her face, despite the smile, and moved to hand her the drink. She smiled at him, took it, and drank a large swallow. "Thank you, Don." For a half a minute she stood looking at him with neither of them saying a word. "I'm going to take a shower. When I come back I want us to look at the recordings, so could you please set it up. But wait until I get back before you look at it. All right?"

Don nodded. He wasn't sure what to think of her behavior, but she seemed in better shape than the previous week. And it looked like the recorder had worked. He picked up the unit and went over to hook it to the computer.

Like the previous week, Kelly was in the shower for a long time. Finally Don heard the water stop and after a couple of minutes he heard Kelly call, "Don, could you come here for a minute?"

He quickly went up to the bedroom they shared where Kelly was just walking out of the attached bath as he entered. She was nude and still drying her hair with a towel as she walked over to the bed. She put down the towel and handed him a jar of cream. "Could you please put some of this on for me?" she asked, and then turned her back to him and lay down on the bed.

Don stared at her buttocks in shock. There were still a number of marks from the strap showing as dark red welts. Six lines crossed the smooth flesh where the crop had done its damage, a few spots showing small scabs from where the skin had been broken. "He did that to you?" he asked, consternation in his voice.

"It's really not as bad as it looks," Kelly equivocated. He used a strap and a crop on me, but I don't think there's any real damage."

Almost in a trance. Don opened the jar and began to gently spread the cool cream over her abused skin. Normally rubbing a cream onto Kelly's beautifully curved, well toned bottom would have had Don rock hard in only a few seconds, but this time he was in such a state that the beautiful, naked woman didn't have any sexual effect on him at all. That is, it didn't until after a couple of minutes, Kelly rolled over and said, "Thanks." Then she reached up and pulled Don down on top of her and kissed him hard. Her hand moved under his shirt for a few seconds and then descended below his belt, where she gave a quick squeeze to his now hardening member.

Then she suddenly squirmed away and sat up. "I'd better stop that before we can't. I want to see the video." Then she gave him another quick kiss. "But afterwards, I want to make love with you. Long and hard. I really need it."

Don was still confused at her actions, but he smiled at her and gave her a quick kiss back. "I will be happy to accommodate you, my Lady," he replied. Then she stood up, pulled on a robe, and took his hand to lead him back to where the recorder waited.


They sat down in front of the large monitor and Don explained, "I set up so that we'll get all three cameras on a split screen. Since the sound should be pretty much the same, I'm only playing back one audio channel." He stopped for a second before starting the playback. "You want to give me some idea what to expect first?"

"All right," Kelly answered. "In short here's what happened. I went though another routine in his office asking him not to do this. He wouldn't listen, but I doubt there would be much on the audio there that couldn't be explained away. Then we went out to the house. He stopped for some take out supper on the way and, yes, he blindfolded me again on the way out. When we got there he made me leave everything in the car again, just like we expected. Once we were inside, he wanted me to serve supper in the nude. Despite my protests he made me strip and locked my clothes away. This time I think I have him confessing to some pretty incriminating things - that is, if the camera units caught the audio from the next room."

"We ate, and then after dinner he took me into the bedroom and had me suck him off. Then he laid down the law. I was to do exactly what he wanted, no complaints, no arguments. Just 'Yes, Sir' or 'Yes, Dr. Randall.' I argued a little with him when he got ready to fuck me. I wanted to get a little more of him coercing me into it. Did I ever! He ended up cuffing me and chaining me face down on the bed. He shoved a couple of pillows under my ass and then he took a strap to me. If he was trying to get me to beg him to stop, he succeeded. And then, just to humiliate me, he gave me six strokes of the crop and made me count each one. I won't pretend I enjoyed any of it. It hurt like hell and I really begged him to stop. Then after that he sodomized me. He fucked me several more times before morning and then brought me back."

Kelly stopped and Don stared at her. "He did all that and you act like you're on top of the world now. Kelly, it must have been awful! I should never have let you go back there."

Kelly laughed. "You couldn't have stopped me, Don. Not after the way he treated me last week. This time I knew I was getting some hard evidence, so that made everything a lot easier to take. I want to bring him down. Let's watch the video."

Don started the playback. He listened open mouthed as he watched Kelly being strapped, whipped, and then taken in the rear by Randall. When there were going to be long periods with no action, Kelly told him and he advanced the playback, but still it took several hours to go through all the material.

When Randall finally untied her and she got dressed, Don stopped the playback and looked over at Kelly. She had a smile a mile wide and a look of triumph on her face that Don would never have believed. "Well," she asked, "do you think we have enough evidence?"

"I think I can safely say we do," Don replied. "Now just what are we going to do with it?"

"I've been thinking about that," Kelly replied. "I want to edit the material. For one thing I want to disguise my face, just in case anyone else ever sees this. I can use the bright pixels like they do on TV news when they're trying to hide an identity." She punched up a section of video and froze it on the screen. For a minute, she looked at herself, naked, stretched, and bound to the bed, her ass propped up into the air. "Maybe I should edit a copy and take Randall out altogether. We might want to keep that - I do look sexy as hell tied like that, don't I?"

Don was flabbergasted at this remark until he looked at her face and realized she was kidding. Then he smiled and said, "I will never object to looking at your ass, but I do prefer it without the damage. Or maybe just a little, not quite so violent, damage. But in any case, I will admit you have one hot tail." He leaned over and kissed her and watched the excitement still bubbling up in her eyes.

Despite what she had been through the previous night, Kelly was still true to her word and spent the next three hours making love with Don. It seemed to her that this was a cleansing, a way of removing the tarnish of Randall's actions, leaving Don's and her love and sexual activities once again a bright and happy thing. But the following morning she closeted herself with a computer and the recordings and spent the day editing and rearranging the images until she had what she considered a good set of images and sounds. She burned this onto a DVD and she and Don watched it straight through.

When it ended, Don said, "An excellent job, but you still haven't said what you plan to do with it yet."

A wide smile came to Kelly's face and she told him.

Tuesday and Thursday Kelly once again dressed in her 'freshmen' outfits and attended class. She kept her head down a lot and tried to look resigned. Then when Friday afternoon came, she and Don took a laptop and the DVD and started to Randall's office.


This time Kelly was dressed in a skirt and blouse, not the tight fitting ones she had been wearing, but rather a conservative business outfit. Her makeup was more subdued and she looked older than she had in any of Randall's classes. She knocked on his door and when he called to come in, she and Don both entered the office.

Randall looked a little surprised. "Hello, Kelly. Who is this you've brought with you?"

Don answered for her. "I'm Don Jefferson, of the Electrical Engineering Department. Hello, Dr. Randall."

"May I inquire as to what I can do for you?" Randall asked cautiously.

Don cleared his throat. "Miss Madison has told me some disturbing things," he said.

"Oh, Oh," Randall thought. "The little slut couldn't keep her mouth shut."

"Oh? Is it something I can help with?" he said out loud.

"It's about certain things she said you wanted her to do to raise her grade."

"Ah." Randall pretended to consider carefully what he was about to reveal. "Miss Madison is having some trouble in my class. She failed the first exam and came to see me about it. I told her I couldn't let her have a retest and she made certain - offers - in exchange for a second chance." Randall raised his eyebrow to indicate that, as professors, both he and Don knew what offers he was discussing.

"I'm afraid she has some pretty convincing evidence," Don replied. "I think you should watch this." He opened the laptop and turned it towards Randall. Then he reached around and clicked to start the playback.

The disc began with a shot of Randall's office door as she approached. There was some of the audio from the first visit and then the audio from his office the previous Friday. Throughout all of this, Randall sat impassively, knowing he could probably explain away any of this. Then suddenly the video showed the interior of the bedroom and the audio brought in their voices from the next room:

"Dr. Randall, I really don't want to do this. I'd rather just take the bad grade. Or drop the course."

"Kelly, I told you, you no longer have any choice in the matter. You have to get a reasonable grade in this course or there's no way you can get into your program. I'm the only one who can do anything about it, and this is what I want."

Randall froze. How had they gotten a recording from his house? He sat, not moving as the audio continued. "Get this into you head, Kelly. From now until the end of the semester, you will come with me whenever I say. You will do whatever I tell you. If you're good, you'll end up with a good grade, and you can probably have some fun at it. What's the saying? 'If it's inevitable, relax and enjoy it.' In your case, it is inevitable, but if you try we can both have a lot of fun at it and you might even learn something new. But get this straight. You have no choice. You will do what I say, when I say, and when I tell you something, there are only two acceptable answers. I want to hear either, 'Yes, Sir,' or 'Yes, Dr. Randall.' If not, I'll have to punish you. Is that clear?"

The playback continued. Don and Kelly sat in silence as Randall watched himself and Kelly as he whipped and abused her and then used her sexually despite her repeated pleas. They all heard him acknowledge she was only seventeen and that he was demanding sex from her. At last the recording ended. For another minute Randall sat still. Then he looked up and looked back and forth from Don to Kelly. "OK, you have a recording. But you must know you can't use that in court. In fact, you'd probably get in trouble yourselves if it came out - especially if it were known you were trying to entrap me with it. Besides, even with this, who is going to believe a freshman slut like her?"

Don nodded at Kelly and replied, "DOCTOR Madison, of my staff - and my fiancee -, and I have no intention of going to the police with this."

Randall raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Dr. Madison," he murmured. "So you're not seventeen. You set out to trap me."

"But you thought she was underage," Don replied. "Besides, the Registrar's office will have no record of her in their files now."

Randall looked hard at him. Then he thought, "Ah, ha. "Blackmail." He was silent for a few more seconds. "OK, I see what your game is. How much do you want to keep this quiet?"

Don smiled. "I'm already well paid by the school."

Kelly spoke for the first time. "I get by on the salary I receive. Besides, I'm quite used to being a student, so having a hamburger when I got out for dinner is no big deal."

Then she sat forward in her chair. Her tone of voice changed and it was instantly apparent she was in command. "Let me explain what is going to happen, Dr. Randall. Today is Friday. By noon on Monday you will have resigned your position. You may give any reason you wish - health, more time for your family, or whatever. But by noon on Monday you will be gone from this campus. And you will never - let me repeat, NEVER - apply for any position, in any capacity, with any school ever again. You will never sit on any panels, participate in any research, publish any professional articles or books, or in any way have anything to do with the academic world. If any of these conditions are not met - and with modern communications and computer systems, have no doubt that we would know - if any of these conditions are not met, you will find that disc sent to any appropriate hiring committee, dean, publisher, or other proper person as well as appearing on a thousand different servers on the internet. In fact, that will happen automatically, unless we take periodic action to see that it does not. In short, Dr. Randall, your professional career is over and you will no longer have contact with any young women upon whom you can force your actions."




Coercion



Don ran his hands over her, letting them slide down her shoulders and over her taut breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and aching and she could feel her heart pounding in anticipation of ... she wasn't sure exactly what she was anticipating, but she had never felt this turned on!

Don continued to let his hands explore and joined them with his tongue and lips. Soon Kelly was moaning in a different kind of frustration than she had felt in the lab. Don stopped long enough to remove his remaining clothes and his hard member stuck straight out in rigid readiness. He picked up one of the wood paddles they had found in the school bookstore. This was polished oak, eighteen inches long and three inches wide. He moved beside Kelly and let the surface slide over her ass. "Ready?" he asked.

Was she ever ready! "Yes! Do it, Don. Please." Don brought the paddle against her rear with a stroke just hard enough to sting. Kelly let her breath explode as she shook and strained against her bonds. Don delivered another, harder this time. The third brought a cry and left a red mark across Kelly's white skin.

From the first time, Kelly and Don had set up safewords, but they had never used them. Now, as the spanking got harder, Kelly didn't even consider trying to stop it. The sharp stings seemed to go directly from her ass to her pussy, arousing and stimulating her more and more. After a dozen swats, Don suddenly stopped and moved back. Kelly made a sound somewhere between a groan and a cry. "Don't stop," she pleaded.

Don let his hand slide over her hot, red bottom. "Oh, I'm nowhere near done with you yet. Tonight I'm really going to take you higher than you've ever been." His hand slid around to her front and he rolled her nipples back and forth between his thumbs and forefingers, bringing more cries and moans. Then he stopped and said, "I bought a couple more surprises."

Don went back to the drawers and returned with two items he held up to show Kelly. The first was a set of nipple clamps, fastened together with a short, light chain. A couple of times Don had placed clothes pins on Kelly's nipples while she was tied on her back and she had found she loved the pain they caused. Now he approached her and squeezed the first clamp open. She stared at it as he moved it over her hard right nipple and held it there as he looked up into her eyes. She sensed he was waiting for permission and gave her head a quick nod. Don let the clamp close over the tight nub and Kelly sucked in her breath sharply, but she just managed to avoid crying out. The clamp hurt, but quickly she realized the hurt was dropping to a bearable level. Don repeated with the second clamp and then spent a minute tugging on the chain and playing with the clamps.

At last he stopped and held up the other object. Kelly stared at the object in his hand, holding her breath. Don had a multi tailed flogger, a cat of nine tails. At least Kelly assumed there were nine. The whip had a polished wood handle about a foot in length. The tails were of soft, oiled leather and hung down for nearly two feet. Kelly shivered at the idea of those strands snapping against her defenseless ass. She let out her breath and then sucked it back in sharply as she suddenly realized that those tails would probably be used on other parts of her body besides her ass. For nearly a minute she stared at the instrument as Don held it before her. Another thought struck her. That polished wood handle looked the right size and shape to penetrate her. At this idea a wild shiver went through her body.

Then Don slowly moved closer. He moved the handle and let the soft leather tails trail over her bare skin, across the taut globes of her bottom, over her shoulders, and over her breasts and clamped nipples. He repeated this several times and moved behind her. Suddenly Kelly heard the instrument moving through the air and before she had a chance to consider what was happening she felt the small sting as the nine strands landed on her bottom. Seconds later another blow, somewhat harder, landed, striking her ass at a slightly different angle.

Several times Kelly had made some remark about wanting to be whipped, but she had assumed that Don was happy with the paddles, strap and crop they had been using. Now she was getting her wish and she found the stimulation even better than she had dreamed. Don continued to strike harder until she was crying out at each lash and her bottom was turning pink and becoming criss crossed with darker red lines. Still, she trusted Don not to do any real damage and gave herself over to the sexual arousal the whipping was causing. Then, as she had anticipated, Don began to strike her elsewhere: her stomach, her thighs, her breasts. He spread some blows around her body, but still most of the strokes, and definitely most of the hard, stinging strokes, landed on her firm ass. Don continued the lashing for several minutes. Then Kelly was suddenly caught off guard as she felt herself begin to approach orgasm. Before she had fully comprehended what was happening she had begun to convulse in the throws of climax, crying out and straining against her bonds as she did so.

Don was caught as off guard as Kelly had been, but when she started to climax, he eased back on the flogging and finally stopped altogether. He stood transfixed, his hand lightly grasping his own cock, as the lovely young woman shuddered through a series of convulsions. As she began to slow down and come back to earth, he moved around in front of her and knelt between her open legs. Kelly was almost hanging totally by her wrists in near exhaustion when Don brought his mouth to her dripping pussy. The contact was electric, and she threw her head back and strained her muscles as he began to excite her orally. He continued, running his tongue up and down her slit, plunging inside as far as he could, and licking and tugging at her clit with his lips. After a couple of minutes of this, Kelly screamed and started to come again.

This time when she calmed down Don began to release her wrists. "I don't want to stop yet," she pleaded. "And you haven't had a chance at all."

Don laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not finished. In fact I think it's going to be a long night." He released her, but left the clamps on her nipples, and then, after letting her loosen her tight muscles, moved her over to the X-frame. "We do want to try out all of it, now don't we?" he commented.

Now Kelly saw that he had also gotten out one of their other toys, thus she was not surprised when he indicated for her to bend forwards and spread her legs, although she did not anticipate the tug of the chained clamps as they assumed a different aspect.. In a few seconds she felt Don's finger, slick with lube, touch and penetrate her anus. Kelly had had other men put a finger up her ass before, but until she started going with Don, no one had done anything else to her there. The first night they made love he touched her there and discovered she responded very well. The next time or so he provided her anal stimulation with his fingers and tongue and Kelly discovered she was even more sensitive to these activities than she had thought. Soon he introduced her to the anal plug he now held. Kelly was still extremely tight there and Don had to take several minutes to loosen her up and to work the plug in and out, each time deeper, until he could pop it inside. It still hurt a little going in and Kelly cried out, but the pain disappeared almost immediately and was replaced by the wonderful full feeling which seemed to raise her arousal to a higher, quivering edge.

"Now let's see how we can use this," Don said as her backed Kelly against the padded X-frame. He quickly fastened her ankles and wrists to the eyebolts and she found herself once more spread open and available. Don began to run his fingers lightly over her body. He tugged at the clamps and stroked her clit and penetrated her pussy with his finger. Then he started using his tongue again. Suddenly he stopped everything and Kelly pulled her head down to see what he was doing. What he was doing was holding a small feather which he began to use to tickle her. With the feather in one hand and the fingers of his other hand, Don drove the girl into fits of uncontrollable laughter. Then he suddenly stopped this also. He reached up and abruptly removed the clamps and Kelly screamed as the blood flowed back into her tortured tits. Don immediately leaned forward and sucked hard on first one nipple and then the other. Then he picked up the cat and began to lightly lash her front, paying particular attention to her breasts and pussy. The blows were not hard enough to really hurt, but did sting. They also brought Kelly to the brink of orgasm again. This time Don moved directly in front of her and shoved his cock deeply into her hot and willing pussy. Don drove in and out at a fast pace and soon could hold back no longer, shooting his load into the struggling girl.

This time when they calmed down, Don released her and pulled her into a hard kiss. "That was fantastic!" Kelly exclaimed when they stopped for air.

"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?" he asked.

"No, I can always stop you if it gets too hard. I loved all of it. But you did say we wanted to try everything here and we haven't done anything with that horse yet."

"Not yet," Don laughed. "I may have to recover a little and probably I should let that nice ass of yours recover a little, too, so I can whip it some more. Want to go up and snuggle in front of a movie first?"

Kelly knew he meant for them to stay naked and that he meant more than snuggle. They had done this a number of times before and found they loved it. Don had a TV room with heavy blackout drapes so it was dark even in the daytime. In there was a large screen TV and a leather covered love seat where they could sit or half recline while they watched. Now she nodded and gave him a quick kiss. Then, with an arm around each other and the plug still firmly in place, they headed upstairs.

Two hours and four orgasms - one for Don and three for Kelly - later, Kelly was ready to play some more in their new game room. It was just after midnight when they entered the room for the second time that night. Don went around and lit the candles in the sconces and then turned off the electric lights. The effect was decidedly erotic Kelly noticed, as the flickering yellow light made ever changing shadow patterns on the walls, floor, and their bare bodies.

Soon Don had Kelly fastened over the horse. Her ankles were spread and anchored to the legs at the two ends. She was bent over the padded cross member and her wrists pulled tightly to the legs on the other side. This left her stretched tightly, her ass her highest point, and both her pussy and anus fully exposed. By the time Don finished with the last of her bonds, she was already hot and dripping. "Feel like a really good spanking?" he asked.

Kelly sucked in her breath. "I think I'd like that. Really warm my ass, Stud."

Don began with five fairly light swats of the paddle. Then he switched to their second paddle. This one had a series of half inch holes drilled all over its surface and hurt a lot more. When the first stroke of this device landed on her unprotected rear, Kelly could not hold back a scream. Don waited long enough to be sure he hadn't gone too far and then delivered another. Four strokes left Kelly gasping for breath and with a pattern of white circles across her red cheeks. Don then switched to the strap. He and Kelly used a leather strap about an inch and a half wide. It was well oiled and although it was of thick leather, the edges were rounded to prevent cutting the victim. He gave her ten strokes with this, each bringing a loud cry and each leaving a darker red mark across her already rose colored bottom.

Don stopped for a minute to allow her to catch her breath and also to remove the plug from her ass. As he slowly pulled it from her bottom, Kelly groaned and pleaded, "Don't stop now, Don. I'm almost there. Whip me again and then fuck me."

"Don't worry. I'm not done." With that he picked up the cat and began to lightly flog her all over her exposed body. None of these were as hard as the strokes of the strap, but all were hard enough to sting. He struck her already tormented rear as well as finding new places on her flanks and breasts. Then he put down the cat and took up their riding crop. This was a fine instrument, two feet of bamboo covered with soft leather with a small triangular flap at the end. But before he began to apply it he moved up close and began to tease her with his hands. He stroked her hot cheeks, slid his hand between her legs and pushed first one and then two fingers into her dripping slit. He reached under her and squeezed her breasts, pinching and rolling her hard nipples between his fingers and thumbs. His rigid cock slid back and forth along the outside of her slit while he lightly pinched and tugged at her clit.

The he stood back and raised the crop. Kelly heard its whistle a fraction of a second before she felt the line of fire cross her abused ass. She screamed and might had tried a safe word if she could have taken a breath before the second stroke landed across the first. Then she was lost in arousal and the pain didn't seem to be something she wanted to stop. Don delivered a third stroke, diagonally crossing the first two, bringing the loudest scream so far. Then he dropped the crop and moved up behind her. The head of his cock pushed against her swollen pussy lips and slipped inside with almost no resistance. He pushed himself into her as deeply as possible, until his pubic hair was rubbing against the tender tormented skin of her bottom. Three times he slowly withdrew and then pushed in to the hilt once more.

The last time he slowly withdrew until finally the head of his cock popped free of its warm accommodation. When he pulled free Kelly cried, "No! Don't stop now." But Don had no intention of stopping. He placed the swollen head of his rigid member against the still distended opening of her other passage and pressed slightly forward. Kelly's rectum was still slick with the lube from the plug and this combined with her open state and her own juices soaking his cock allowed him to push until the head was part way inside her anus. There he froze.

Don and Kelly had never had anal sex, but had talked about it. Don had introduced her to the plug and more intense anal play than she had previously experienced, but Kelly was afraid anal sex would hurt too much or stretch her too badly. Still, she found the idea exciting and had been thinking about letting Don try it. Now she didn't know what she wanted. "No, Don. Stop. No, I mean don't stop. Just be careful and go slow. I don't know. Just be easy."

Don was having a hard time holding himself in check, but he was still able to control himself. "I'll go slow. Tell me if it's too much, but let's try it now. All right?" Kelly didn't say anything, but nodded her head and bit her lip. Don pushed slowly forward. Kelly felt herself stretch, more than the plug or his fingers had ever stretched her. It hurt and she wasn't sure she could take it, but decided to hold off on a safe word as long as she could. Don seemed to sense when he was nearing her limit and held still. Then as she relaxed a little, he pressed forward once again. At last, with a slow push, he seated himself as deeply as possible, his pubic hair pressing against her hot ass cheeks. There he held himself until he could feel Kelly relax. The pain had diminished and Kelly was finding being stuffed here with his cock was more intense and more exciting than she had ever imagined. As Kelly let her muscles lose some of their tenseness, Don began to slowly pull out. He continued until just the head remained inside and then slowly started back in. By the third trip Kelly was pushing back as he entered and clasping him with her anal ring as he started to withdraw. Don began to speed up slightly and suddenly Kelly cried, "Oh, that feels wonderful! Do it, Don. Fuck my ass. Yes, fuck my ass."

This was more than Don could handle and he suddenly shoved all the way in. Another few strokes, harder and faster now, and he could feel his juices boiling up inside, the pressure building. Kelly was also climbing to her peak and suddenly she started to climax, her anal ring clamping down with incredible force around his swollen member as he shoved fully in. Then he was spurting his hot juices deeply into her bowels and both of them were crying out in loud but not understandable exclamations.

Don grabbed her hips and held himself fully embedded, his upper body dropping down onto her back. He held like that for several minutes until they both began to recover and he could feel himself begin to shrink. As he finally popped free, Kelly once again gave a small moan at the new empty feeling. Don released her from the horse and she threw her arms around his neck, pressed herself full length against him, and kissed him hard. "That was incredible! I wish we had tried it sooner."

"Don't worry, I'm sure we will again. I loved it! You are so hot and tight there." He pulled her against him once again and kissed each of her eyelids. "But I think now we had better take a quick shower and get some sleep." With their arms around each other they made their way to the shower in Don's bedroom and, after drying each other, slipped into bed. They always slept nude, but this time it felt slightly different as Kelly's still hot and red ass pressed back against Don as they cuddled, spoon style, and drifted into sleep.

In the morning they made love twice more before showering again. Don examined Kelly's body and decided that there had been no real damage. Most of the marks were gone already and the others had faded quite a bit. Kelly assured him she wasn't too sore. "I wish I could take you up on that weekend offer. I'd love to play downstairs some more, but I really do need to see Jan. Suppose we reserve next weekend and you can have all of it to use and abuse me."

"I can't say that I've ever heard a better offer. It's a deal. And, Kelly, if you'd like to try some of that stuff out on me, that's OK, too." They had switched off a few times, but generally Kelly enjoyed being the victim and Don was happy to keep it that way most of the time.

"I just might, at least some. But I love having you do stuff to me." They moved to the kitchen and found some breakfast. At last Kelly said, "I suppose we had better get to the lab so I can get a little work done today. I have to get to bed early tonight because I'm leaving about four in the morning. I should be back late Sunday."

"Then we can have dinner here when you get back. I'll cook something nice and you can tell me about Jan. Maybe we can even find some other things to do."

"I'm sure we can, Lover, but I doubt we'll have time for a lot. Monday we'd better be back at the grind nice and early."

Sunday came and Don was expecting Kelly to arrive about five. He had an Italian dish baking in the oven and a salad chilled in the refrigerator and was thinking about possible ideas for their "dessert" when he heard Kelly's car pull into his garage. He went to meet her as she came into the house, but even as he kissed her hello he noticed she seemed to be a little upset, or at least preoccupied. "Something the matter?" he asked.

Kelly gave him a strained smile. "Does it show that much?"

"Actually, yes," he replied. "Want to talk about it?"

"I guess maybe. It's nothing serious about me, but Jan has had some problems. It's been a long time since breakfast and something smells very good, so why don't we go ahead and eat and I'll tell you about it."

When they had their food and had started eating, Kelly seemed to be relaxing a little. Don let her take her own time and finally she said, "You know Jan was here last year. She planned to major in whatever that program Sociology has that they use for pre-law here. I knew she was all hyped up about the program, so I was kind of surprised when she didn't come back this fall. Anyway I found out why."




Coercion



Don raised an eyebrow in inquiry and she went on. "Her first semester she took SOC 110 and had Professor Randall. She thought that would be great because he is department chair and has a really good reputation in the field. Everything started all right, but right before the first exam she came down with flu or something and even though she was mostly over it when the exam came, she hadn't really studied. Anyway, she flunked it."

She decided to go in and see Professor Randall, mainly to show she was interested and hadn't just sluffed off and blown the test, so she made an appointment for late one afternoon after her class. When she showed up at his office he was in but no one else seemed to be around. He asked her to come in and shut the door."

Don interrupted, "I'm afraid I see where this is going."

"Do you know anything about Randall?" Kelly asked.

"Not really a lot. I know he has a good professional reputation, is department chair, and is married to the school president's daughter. At a private school that can mean a lot. I believe he is very well off financially. I think there was some kind of rumor about him and a coed a few years ago, but nothing ever came of it."

"Well, something definitely came of it this time. By the way, it's his wife who has the money, but they've given some really big donations to the school and that, of course, has him in even more solidly. But to get back to Jan. He told her straight out that he didn't think she could make more than a C- in the class after that first test and with a grade like that in the intro course, she would never be accepted into her program. Jan was, of course, very upset at that. She asked about extra work or maybe an additional exam, but Randal was very curt with her. She was almost in tears, seeing her whole future going down the drain, when he said something like, 'There might be one way you could reclaim yourself'. Well, Jan guessed he meant sex - she'd heard other girls talk about a few professors who 'could be bought,' but she didn't feel it was worth it to her. He pushed her, telling her that either she cooperated with him or he would see that she received the C-. Jan had been thinking about retaking the course over the next semester, but to do that you have to have a D or F. There was no way she could get a C- off of her record, but it would keep her out of the program. Finally she told Randall she would think about it and he said to come see him the following week."

"By the next week Jan had convinced herself that maybe she could tolerate a quick blow job if that would buy her a good grade. She went back to see him in his office - late afternoon again. He didn't wait for her to say she would go along with him. As soon as the door closed he grabbed her and began pulling her clothes off. It was obvious he had more than a little oral sex in mind. Jan started to fight him and told him she didn't want this. She'd take the bad grade. But he didn't listen and, in short, he raped her. When she threatened to go to the school authorities or the police he laughed at her and told her no one would believe her. 'After all,' he said, 'you came to me to try to get a grade changed.' He said he'd just say that she had offered sex in exchange for a better grade, but he turned her down.' He'd used a condom so there was no physical evidence. Jan was a new freshman, scared and upset, and he was the department chair and in line to become dean. She decided he was probably right. At least she thought that now her grade would be changed, but as she left he stopped her and told her to meet him back there the next Friday afternoon and expect to be gone overnight. Otherwise she would not only lose her grade, but he'd get her thrown of school for propositioning him."

"You're sure Jan is remembering this right?" Don asked.

"I've known her since she was born and I'd trust her with my life. She's telling me the truth. Besides it gets worse. When she came back on Friday he told her his wife was out of town and he was going to take her to a place he had in the country. He blindfolded her so she wouldn't know where. Anyway when they got there he treated her like a sex slave: he kept her naked, used her orally, vaginally, and anally. When she begged him to stop, he tied her up and used a strap on her. This wasn't play like we do, Don. She didn't want any of it and he beat her. Not badly enough to cause serious damage, but enough so she was bruised and a little cut. He's a true sadist."

"Anyway he took her out there again four more times during the semester and each time was at least that bad. Once he had another girl with them and he forced the two of them to have sex with each other as well. After the first time he also told her he had pictures of her and would see that they got out to her parents if she complained."

"At the end of the semester she thought her ordeal was over and he did give her an A- in the course. But then she found that to enter her program she would also need to take SOC 311 and he was the only one who taught it. He made it clear that when she was in his class again the next fall that he intended to pick up the relationship where he left off."

"During the spring Jan talked with some other girls and found that he has done something like this a number of times. In fact, it seems he picks a girl in his class every semester and uses her like he did Jan. I'm sure his wife has no idea what he does and she does travel a lot, so he has plenty of free rein. Jan talked with three other girls who had had the treatment, but all of them agreed that even with all four of them, no one would believe a story like that about the great Professor Randall. I'm afraid they're right. Jan decided she couldn't face him again and transferred last fall. I just wish there was some way to stop him."

Don had become very serious while he listened. "Everyone knows there are a few professors who pressure some of their students into sex, but he sounds worse than any I've heard of. Also remember that a lot of the time when there is an affair between the professor and a student, the student makes the initial offer. But this doesn't sound like that at all: he definitely needs to be stopped. However, I'm afraid you're right. No one would believe them without some kind of proof. They don't even know where this place of his is, do they?"

Kelly shook her head. "No, they were always blindfolded and never even saw the outside enough to get an idea. All they know is that it's somewhere in the country, no more than forty minutes from here."

"If we knew which girl he was going to pick, we might be able to get some proof," Don mused. "But I have no idea how we could tell which one."

Kelly suddenly sat up straight. "Maybe. Maybe I do. He seems to like blondes, especially ones with long legs." Kelly looked down at her own long legs. "Suppose I registered for his class this semester. Think I could pass as a freshman?"

Don looked at her with his mouth open. "I'm sure you could pass for an undergrad, but, Kelly, I'm not sure this is a good idea. In the first place, you can certainly look and act like a freshman, but the Registrar's Office will have you listed as a post grad. Besides, this might be dangerous."

"I don't really think I'd be in any real danger. He never has hurt one of the girls seriously. He just likes causing pain and dominating them. I think he has more sense than to get violent. But I agree I'd have to find some way around the records office. I'll think about it."

"Well, don't do anything without talking to me about it, OK?"

Kelly promised. They ended up just sitting on the couch snuggling that night. Neither felt like playing any of their games. At one point Kelly said, "Hearing what he did to Jan almost makes what we do seem sick or dirty."

Don looked at her. "You don't really feel that way, do you? What we do is no more like what Randall did than s birthday spanking is like assault and battery. We never do anything unless we both want it and no one is ever really hurt, are they? Don't let him spoil something we both love."

Kelly smiled up at him. "I know you're right and, truthfully, I'm sure we won't stop playing our games. It's just that I'd like so much to get that bastard."

Don could tell the state of Kelly's emotions by her unusual language. "I agree. We'll find some way to stop him. There are, of course, professors who take advantage of their female students and probably even a few women profs who hit on the men. But it's not often as bad as you describe. If we could prove what he's doing, he'd be gone in no time. We'll just have to think about it."

Tuesday afternoon Kelly came into the lab, a look of excitement on her face. "I've found out something interesting." Don looked the question at her. "Not here," she said. "Let's get a pizza and take it to your house and I'll tell you all about it."

When they sat down to eat Kelly couldn't wait. "I talked to one of the girls Jan told me about this afternoon. She confirmed that pretty much everything Jan described had happened to her, too, and she would like to get him as much as we do. But what makes it so good is - guess where she works."

"I give," Don answered. "Where?"

"In the Registrar's Office." Kelly sat back and smiled. "In data records. She handles their computer files." Understanding slowly came across Don's face. "That's right," Kelly continued, "she can arrange for me to be a freshman in the computer. I registered for his class this afternoon."

Don sat back. Slowly he asked, "Are you really sure you want to go through with this?"

"Yes! I want to nail that bastard!"

"Just how are you planning to get the proof?" Don asked.

"I haven't figured that out yet. We don't have enough evidence to get a court to let us record him, do we?"

Now Don smiled. "No, but we don't need to. In this state a conversation may be recorded if one party to it agrees. You can record anything someone else says to you."

"Really? Now if we can find someway to wire me."

"We're electrical engineers, Kelly. We can build our own."

"All right. Let's do it. I'll have to attend his class for a while and look like I'm really worried about my grade. That'll give us several weeks to get the hardware ready. Let's play spies."

They continued to discuss exactly what they were going to build and how they could use it. Don reminded her that any evidence they obtained had to be conclusive, not just suggestive. But by the time an hour and a half had passed, both were beginning to believe they might actually pull it off. In fact, the confidence buoyed them so much and elicited such an upbeat mood that their spirits really rose. Before the evening was over they were lovers again and spent a good two hours in bed before Kelly left.



Coercions



The bus inched upwards on one of the old serpentines of Buda, the hilly landscape of Budapest. The late September still teased with warm days in memory of summer, but the evenings became more and more chilly and dusk approached earlier. Vicky drew the cardigan over her shoulders closely. The dark-blue, hand-knitted, tunic-length garment allowed a few glimpses of her tanned skin here and there through its crocheted, old-fashioned romantic patterns ... she was not sure if the shiver came from the cold of the proceeding evening. This tension taunted her from inside, she knew only too well. Perhaps she shouldn't come up. She had subdued misgivings; something was waiting for her, something vague, blurry, dark... something thrilling...

It was daylight still, but the peak hour was over. She could even have a seat as the bus was half empty. Vicky felt better seated this time, because of the two teenagers. They eyed her with unconcealed grins from the backdoor, puffing and popping their chewing gums loudly. That's why she sat down. She didn't like sitting on buses and trams, but this time she dressed for the kill. The turquoise summer dress followed her curves like a second skin and it was short, displaying her slim, naked legs. A palm-wide, dark-blue, satin girdle encircled her hourglass waist and emphasised the soft mounds of her breasts. She wanted a payback for the obscurity of the past few months, but especially for last Friday... She wanted to see in Gabor's eyes the deep, crimson-fire of yearning... and taking her revenge victoriously... but would she be able to? His voice was so uneasy, maybe even regretful over the phone... Maybe he would choose her after all?

Vicky swallowed hard, heart pulsating in her throat...

She buttoned up the cardigan to the neck, so covering up the deep, V-form décolletage of the dress. She was glad about her foresight, putting on a bra, she had hesitated at home for the sexiest effect, but this way she offered a lot less entertainment to the two boys at the backdoor. The fine garment felt like armour, a secure defence against randy glances. Of course, she didn't dress like this for an audience, yet the guys came in handy when it was time to test the results. She wanted simply steam-roller Gabor flat, to punish him... but she could only do it if able to invoke a strong craving in him. It was the only chance to keep the reins in her hands... At 158 centimetres Vicky wasn't too tall, but she was shapely and proportionate. She could pick any man at any time, but had fallen in love with Gabor... inexplicably and without any sane logic... 

For eight months now they had been dating, but over the last four months she had sensed emotional changes; things didn't work like they had at the beginning. Something lurked behind the scenes, something enigmatic. So she had asked him a few times: "Do you have someone else, Gabor?" He always replied with a sort of light-minded openness: "Yes, I do... do you want to leave me?" And he had looked at her with such adoring eyes that she could not take it for a joke. 

Vicky got frightened first: "Don't you love me anymore?" she asked, mustering all her pride against the spontaneous squeeze in her throat. "I do," he replied every time, "more than you can imagine." And he said it with such deep, warm and convincing tenderness that in Vicky's heart all doubts melted away. 

Also their lovemaking became rather rhapsodic, therefor her suspicion never really ceased up until last Friday. Last Friday she was unable to suppress forthcoming tears, no matter of pride and shame. Yes, she would have to follow her womanly instincts; leave him, run away from him as far as she could... but then she heard his voice over the phone and every sane thought, every logical reasoning flew out the window and every single time Vicky began to sink deeper and deeper in the labyrinth of her emotions. There was no escape from this. Whenever she felt him near, his breathing on her skin, it was enough for her nipples to shrink into rosebuds and fire flooded through her belly. Sometimes he touched her tenderly, like handling fine china ware, sometimes however did not restrain his macho yearnings and became wild, rough and unscrupulously demanding; it seemed he didn't care for Vicky, only for his own tyrannous satisfaction. She was used like a sex-toy, or like a slave-girl who was kept only to satisfy his lecherous need... Yes, he was rather rough sometimes, his velvet voice changed into rasping, short commands, interlaced with raving, instinctive energies.

It was almost savage and a lot more primitive to what Vicky could ever imagine as passionate lovemaking. At the same time she was swept away by the intense sensation that she was desirable with such irrepressible urge, overwhelming craving and that she was able to unleash such uncontrollable desire from Gabor. 

After these rugged love makings Gabor watched her, studying her face. Vicky didn't know what he was searching for. She had been exhausted, sleepy. Gabor's attention had troubled her for she had been consumed physically, left without defences, without any emotional shield. Nevertheless, for some strange reason she had experienced immense gratification every single time and had been stunned by the force of it, reaching the peak more often than ever before. She was unable to comprehend the brutality of her own orgasms. Perhaps she wanted to avoid admitting to herself she was becoming more and more unprotected physically and therefor emotionally as well. 

The carnal dependence felt humiliating. Gabor's fierce, lecherous and tyrannic ways as he freely unleashed untamed macho instincts, using her mercilessly, with almost livid ruthlessness could not be tolerated. Therefore it was even harder to face; probably it was the very reason for falling ever deeper in love with him. His erupting and rhapsodic temperament dug deep in her core and touched emotional chords whose existence was unknown to her. She only had to recall his scent, or voice during the day and uncontrollable chemistry started to swirl in her senses immediately and they didn't spare either her pride or dignity, squashing her female poise, forcing her to her knees... She would have done practically anything to return the same soul and body shaking fulfilment to him as what she was befalling a slave to... 

... and then came his wretched self-reapproaching confession last Friday... 

Vicky shivered again, perhaps from apprehension. She was determined to be strong... but what exactly was waiting for her...?

 Chauvinist pig! Selfish, caring for only himself... typical man! ... she fumed from the irritating thoughts and had to push back angry, swelling tears... But she'll be strong today... and once and for all she'll put an end to this... this business... She would humiliate him... 

She felt the teenagers burning glances on the back of her neck and it strengthened her resolve, giving her the much needed confidence. She looked good, sexy, her body curved just right at the right places. She would have the victory. With a defiant toss of her head she swayed her freshly washed, honey-blond, shoulder-length hair backwards, which reflected the amber glow of the setting sun. A quick glance in the compact mirror; the subtle makeup looked just perfect, dark emerald-green eyes sparkling... If only a bit of an impish twinkle would flicker in them rather than the well-known, helpless yearning. But she would play and pretend, if needed. 

Of course, it is possible he only called for her today because the other girl kicked him out. If what he said last Friday was true the girl knew about Vicky all along and probably had had enough and showed the door to this double-faced pimp; this spoiled, puffed up, conceited, arrogant baboon!! She probably had more courage, or rather self-respect- but no way, Vicky was not ready to be a replacement sex-kitten.

She stood up with strong determination and pushed the stop button.