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Authors: Charles Graham
Tags: Erótica
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unbearable rapture, the final proof of her ultimate transformation.
Whatever she had been, or might have been, she knew with absolute clarity that she had become a full slave and when still another gigantic orgasm erupted through her immobilized body, she whimpered in joy and despair and blazing need as her belly convulsed wildly to confirm her helpless subjugation and the inextinguishable fire of slave-heat that burned with undiminished ferocity deep within her.
For hours…or perhaps only minutes…Paula was lost in a timeless limbo of extreme sexual torment and limitless pleasure, each reinforcing the other and feeding on her instant and absolute submission to the ruthless, unstoppable arousal forced on her by Professor Goss’s tireless machines.
Until, at last, simple physical exhaustion took its toll and her frantic responses began to weaken.
Noting her distress, Professor Goss reduced the level of her arousal to a minimum and after allowing her a few minutes to recover somewhat, deflated her gag, eased it from her mouth and offered her a glass of water.
Instead of accepting it however, Paula immediately begged Professor Goss to take pity on her and end the experiment…and when her plea was met with an uncompromising refusal, she offered him her body, promising him anything he wanted in return for even a brief respite from the merciless vibrators.
When he rejected even that ultimate proof of her desperation and unbearable need, Paula cracked.
“Please, Professor,” she squealed shrilly, “Make me your slave. I beg to serve you as a slave and please you with my body. Take me and make me submit as your slave forever.”
The words simply spilled from her lips with no conscious thought on her part, rising from the furthest recesses of her brain before she could stop them…but once spoken, they could never be recalled.
Instantly, Professor Goss’s eyes narrowed with an icy glint and as Paula realized that he would never accept that her plea had been an accident, her eyes grew round with shock and apprehension
She had to try though and when he put down the glass and lifted the gag instead, she moaned, “No. Oh please, no. I-I didn’t m-mean to say that. R-really I didn’t.”
With a chilling smile, he raised the gag to her lips, “Ah, but I think you did, Paula,” he retorted firmly. “I think you have finally understood and accepted what you are and what you have no choice but to be. So, open your mouth, my dear, and show me what a delightfully obedient little slave you have become and will continue to be.”
A powerful shudder set Paula’s body trembling, “But I can’t…can’t be a real…real…sl-slave,” she whispered weakly, “It’s not…possible.”
Professor Goss reached out his free hand and as the backs of his fingers brushed lightly across the dangling mound of her right breast, tipped with the hard, pointed button of her rigid nipple in its rubber vacuum-cup, she gave a breathy squeal and her belly rippled helplessly to the fierce blaze of arousal his casual touch ignited.
“On the contrary, Paula,” he corrected her, “for you, it is not only possible, but highly desirable and even inevitable, wouldn’t you say?”
His question…if it was a question… hung in the air between them for what seemed to Paula to be an eternity as his hand continued to caress her until the deliciously frustrating arousal became too much for her.
“Yes,” she gasped at last, her voice shaking with emotion as she accepted his assessment. “Yes, yes, yes. You’re right, I-I can be your slave, Professor. And I w-will be if that’s what you w-want. I’ll be your slave and…and obey you and do whatever you tell me if you just take me. Please, Professor, I-I need you and want you so much.”
He nodded gravely, “Very well, Paula. But if you are to be my slave, I shall expect you to obey my instructions to the letter. And I believe my last instruction was for you to open your mouth.”
Her
Whatever she had been, or might have been, she knew with absolute clarity that she had become a full slave and when still another gigantic orgasm erupted through her immobilized body, she whimpered in joy and despair and blazing need as her belly convulsed wildly to confirm her helpless subjugation and the inextinguishable fire of slave-heat that burned with undiminished ferocity deep within her.
For hours…or perhaps only minutes…Paula was lost in a timeless limbo of extreme sexual torment and limitless pleasure, each reinforcing the other and feeding on her instant and absolute submission to the ruthless, unstoppable arousal forced on her by Professor Goss’s tireless machines.
Until, at last, simple physical exhaustion took its toll and her frantic responses began to weaken.
Noting her distress, Professor Goss reduced the level of her arousal to a minimum and after allowing her a few minutes to recover somewhat, deflated her gag, eased it from her mouth and offered her a glass of water.
Instead of accepting it however, Paula immediately begged Professor Goss to take pity on her and end the experiment…and when her plea was met with an uncompromising refusal, she offered him her body, promising him anything he wanted in return for even a brief respite from the merciless vibrators.
When he rejected even that ultimate proof of her desperation and unbearable need, Paula cracked.
“Please, Professor,” she squealed shrilly, “Make me your slave. I beg to serve you as a slave and please you with my body. Take me and make me submit as your slave forever.”
The words simply spilled from her lips with no conscious thought on her part, rising from the furthest recesses of her brain before she could stop them…but once spoken, they could never be recalled.
Instantly, Professor Goss’s eyes narrowed with an icy glint and as Paula realized that he would never accept that her plea had been an accident, her eyes grew round with shock and apprehension
She had to try though and when he put down the glass and lifted the gag instead, she moaned, “No. Oh please, no. I-I didn’t m-mean to say that. R-really I didn’t.”
With a chilling smile, he raised the gag to her lips, “Ah, but I think you did, Paula,” he retorted firmly. “I think you have finally understood and accepted what you are and what you have no choice but to be. So, open your mouth, my dear, and show me what a delightfully obedient little slave you have become and will continue to be.”
A powerful shudder set Paula’s body trembling, “But I can’t…can’t be a real…real…sl-slave,” she whispered weakly, “It’s not…possible.”
Professor Goss reached out his free hand and as the backs of his fingers brushed lightly across the dangling mound of her right breast, tipped with the hard, pointed button of her rigid nipple in its rubber vacuum-cup, she gave a breathy squeal and her belly rippled helplessly to the fierce blaze of arousal his casual touch ignited.
“On the contrary, Paula,” he corrected her, “for you, it is not only possible, but highly desirable and even inevitable, wouldn’t you say?”
His question…if it was a question… hung in the air between them for what seemed to Paula to be an eternity as his hand continued to caress her until the deliciously frustrating arousal became too much for her.
“Yes,” she gasped at last, her voice shaking with emotion as she accepted his assessment. “Yes, yes, yes. You’re right, I-I can be your slave, Professor. And I w-will be if that’s what you w-want. I’ll be your slave and…and obey you and do whatever you tell me if you just take me. Please, Professor, I-I need you and want you so much.”
He nodded gravely, “Very well, Paula. But if you are to be my slave, I shall expect you to obey my instructions to the letter. And I believe my last instruction was for you to open your mouth.”
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