BASTARDS DAMN BASTARDS — I want to yell that out so badly. On all fours with a frat rat in my mouth and one in my pussy I feel so humiliated. I have cock juice all over me, dripping down out of my pussy and dripping from my mouth and from my nipples. I feel a cock orgasm in my pussy and pump its load in me. I have already orgasmed for each guy that has been in my pussy. Another frat rat put his cock in my pussy and I again orgasm. I have no choice. I am pissed but outwardly I appear to be enjoying the attention. My pussy throbs with orgasmic delight and the frat guys are pleased with themselves for getting me to orgasm, they don’t know that I have to orgasm for them. I am here, a 26 year old Ph.D. psychology major, being gang fucked by a LARGE group of 18 to 22 year frat brats. I am afraid of losing the wig I am using, the idea of these jerks knowing that I teach some of them as a TA in intro to Psychology would ruin me professionally. The guy in my mouth pulls out and sprays me with more man juice. I don’t really hate the jerks, they have no idea that this is torture to me and I hae this, from the way I am appearing to enjoy this they think of me as just another slut for their pleasure. Another shot of cock juice in my pussy and another cock is quickly rammed in my sopping pussy. I want to cry but I must keep enjoying it because…
I HAVE NO CHOICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It all began 6 months ago while I was woking on my ideas for my Ph.D. dissertation. I had a theory that hypnosis could be used to control behavior. I know what you are thinking “you can’t make someone under hypnosis do what they won’t normally do.” I had a theory that this was wrong due to watching my mother force my father into hypno therapy for smoking and it worked. My father loved to smoke and I know he did not want to give it up but did after the therapy.
My advisor thought it might be useful resegg and may give a final answer to the question. There was another student about my age working on hypnosis research and we both had the same advisor so he suggested we combine our research and save some money. I met Jerry a few days later and while he seemed like a good guy he also seemed a little strange. He had a commanding presence and was a very good trained hypnosis.
Things went well for a while, Jerry was a compensatory researcher and we were making slow progress with our research. While things were going well in the research I was having personal trouble. It started about a month or so after we started working together. I noticed things. I was missing some panties, I woke up some mornings with a sore pussy and/or ass. I began to wonder if I was masturbating in my sleep. I was also losing chunks of time. I would wake up and not remember events from the night before. At first I chucked it off as fatigue from the all work I was doing. I was doing full time research and teaching several undergraduate classes.
One morning about 2 months ago I woke up and realized my panties were gone and I had lost time and there appeared to be something sticky in my hair. I had been having strange dreams of having sex and striping, all sort of erotic things like that. I had dreams of gang fucks and hours and hours of masturbation. This was too much so I decided to do a little snooping. My dreams had revolved around Jerry so I went to our lab early one day and broke into his files. I pulled out his notebook and nothing strange was in it. I went to put it back and as I pushed the drawer closed it seemed to hang up and then I heard a thumb. I pulled the drawer out and found another lab notebook that had been tapped to the botom of the drawer. I opened and within a few minutes I was furious. I was ready to kill. I called Jerry and told him to meet me at a local resturaunt immediately. He nonchalantly said Ok see you in a few minutes. I hungup the phone and then thought it took a long time to hang it up. Again I seemed to have lost time.
I waited, fuming, raging, hating. Jerry came in and sat down. I slammed the book down and told him I had read it. His reply “Yea so what it’s not the first time.” I was shocked. In the book he had outlined how he had turned me into a sex slave, how he had fucked me at will and ordered me to forget it. How he had me masturbate for hours on end and gang fuck too many men to count. He looked at me and told me that I had found it twice before but he had ordered me to forget it. So this is where the dreams were coming from.
I was about to spit in his face when he said the trigger word and I slowly and disceetly took my panties off from under my skirt and handed it to him. The whole time I was talking to him and it was not until I saw them in his hands that it dawned on me what I had done. It was easy since I had forgotten a really short skirt and it was then I realized how slutty I really looked. After I handed the panties to him he looked at me and said “I have complete control over you, I could make you strip right now and sit there talking as if nothing was wrong or I could make you fuck me in front of everyone and you would enjoy it. Why do you think you dressed that way, I ordered it before you hung up.” He then told me to go out back with him into the alley, and I obeyed, I didn’t want to but I did. Once out back he told me to strip and I did, I didn’t want to but I had to. He bent me over and fucked me and then told me to hide behind the dumpster and he would return after he ate.
I squated there for a half hour, his cum dripping out of my pussy and my clothes right in front of me but I could not put them on. I tried but could not, it was like an invisible hand stopping me. He came back fucked me again and ordered me to dress and I did. He put a leash on my neck and took meto my apartment and he laid it all out.
“I have you completely, you found out twice before and I made you forget. See you were right about mind control, I have known it for years and used it to get some hot ass, including yours. I always make them forget afterward, I have taken virginities and the bitches never knew it. This time I have decided to let you remember. Now you could go to the police but I will destroy my notebook and deny everything. If you do you have to understand what your life will be like and I am going to show you.”
At this point he said another trigger word and I began to feel an orgasm, it built up and continued and then it ended and then another one started. He let me have three then stopped them.
He then continued,
“I could keep you like that forever so I would not call the police or tell anyone. You and I are gonna make some money off that hot little body of yours.Guys are gonna pay a lot to fuck that pussy. Now just to show you how much business I mean I am going to fuck your ass and you are going to smile the whole time”
And that is exactly what I did. Before he left he told me that since this was the weekend the was going to show how much control he had. As he walked out the door he said yet another trigger word and I felt horny, hornier than I had ever felt before. As he walked out the door he said “have a good weekend slut.” I began to work myself but I felt nothing. I kept working and working the rest of the afternoon and nothing. I finally passed out but when I came to I started up again, it went on like this all weekend. On Monday morning Jerry called and gave me the word and I had the largest orgasm I could remember.
I went to the lab and teach my classes that day, in between classes and work he would fuck me in the backroom and showed me that he could make me orgasm each timeI was fucked. After the 4th fuck I went to slap him and tried and soon I found myself standing naked in the middle of our lab. He told me to apologize or he would order me home naked. I apologized and begged him to forgive me and let me dress. He finally did but he kept my panties. God only knows how many pair he has of mine.
Over the next few weeks I was constantly being pimped out by him to anyone who would pay. To save my from humiliation he let me wear a wig so that any of my students who might be fucking me would not recognize me. For that I thanked him by sucking his cock and telling him that he was the best lover I ever had, of course his control over me was what made me say it. I hated him but he had me!
Jerry loved pimping me out. Before I would meet the guy or guys he would tell me to orgasm for each and be the best little slut in the world. He had that much control over me. I guess I should have been great that my hypothesis had been correct. I had never been like this and never had any slutty thoughts at all. It wasn’t perfect though, the dreams I had were my unconcious mind was trying to reconcile what it remembered with what my confident mind was forced to repress. That was a glitch that would need fixed.
He fucked me several times a day everyday, pussy, ass, mouth, whatever he wanted and I was forced to enjoy it. I could feel the hated inside but could not express it, outwardly I would tell him how much I wanted his cock in me. His control was that absolute. He had complete control, I would fuck any guy he told me to, I would orgasm on command, or not orgasm no matter how horny as he commanded. I was his to play with as he wanted. I was the biggest tramp in the world but only on his orders. I no longer had the dreams but I no longer had my will. The next few weeks were a sea of cocks and cum.
The next frat rat entered my pussy, and came quickly, I was in so much pain as the next guy reamed my ass so hard I nearly bit off the guy in my mouth’s cock. The next guy put his cock in my face and announced that he had done my pussy twice and wanted to see if the other end was as good. As he looked at my face his eyes grew wide and he grabbed a towel and wiped the cock juice off my face. I recognized him from a class I taught and I was hoping he didn’t…. as that thought crossed my mind he began to laugh and reached for the top of my head. It happened so fast as he grabbed the wig pulled it off and yelled out “It’s Ms. Howard my psych prof, get a camera!!!”
By the next day picture was all over campus and I resigned. As a parting shot Jerry left me in permanent slut mode. You can find me on the local street corner most nights, I am the one in the fishnets and lab coat looking to pay doctor for pay.
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