The Professor (repost) (Patreon)

As Professor Harold Matthews gained back consciousness, the first thing he felt was stinging pain in his shoulders. He realized he was hanging; his arms being pulled up and carrying his full weight. He tried to lift a bit of it by getting on his tiptoes, but it did not bring much relief. He opened his eyes to find himself in a dirty, dimly lit basement. He was not alone, and the three young women who he assumed were his kidnappers noticed his sudden movement.

"Hey, look who's back with us!", one of them shouted out. Without his glasses, it was hard for Harold to clearly see who she was, but her voice sounded familiar... He produced a questioning sound, a gag preventing any further communication. The three moved towards him and when they stepped into the light so he recognized them, the dizziness from his forced slumber was instantly washed away and replaced by sheer terror. They were his students!

"Surprised to see us?" Naomi said, a fiendishly grinning blonde, "Don't you remember what you did last night, Professor?" At the sight of Angela and Rae, slowly approaching him with a crop and what looked like an electrical shocking device, his memory returned: the tests in medieval history these spoiled brats had utterly failed in... how Angela tried to convince him to grant them another chance... and how he offered them one...

"Not what you had in mind?", Rae asked mockingly, "Well, you said you needed to sped much more time with us privately to see if we were worthy of another chance to pass your stupid test. And this is what we came up with! I mean, our parents pay a shitload of money so we can visit an elite university and live in this house together, so of course we got some bucks left to invest in authentic props for you to enjoy!" And with this, Harold realized the room was equipped with plenty different pieces of torture and restraint devices. Where was he? Was this a prank?

"We paid so much attention to the details", Angela said, giving the button on her cattle prod a gentle push lighting up blue electric sparks from its tip "Yeah, I know, they didn't use these things in 900 A.D., but I couldn't resist getting one! That little cage down there is also a rather modern invention. After you'd always been so obviously lusting after us and pretty much every other female student, I insisted on fitting you with it! Don't worry, you'll get much more time with us, and we're going to be very private, but we wouldn't want you to enjoy this too much, right? Besides that, I've finally read up on some of the things you tried to teach us... God, it's fascinating how creative people get when it comes to different ways to torture someone!"

Harold shivered in his bonds, sweat running down his spine both from fear and the enormous struggle to stay in a somewhat bearable position. Naomi got close to him from behind, speaking into his ear. "We can't wait for you to see what progress we've made!", she said, one hand playfully circling his sensitive nipple. "I hope you don't mind we pierced you. It's supposed to be a sign of slavery... since you're our slave now, Professor!" Harold screamed in his gag in a mixture of fear and anger.

"Shhhh... I know your mind must be racing with questions", she cooed, "What do we want? Do we really think we can keep you like this? Well, there is one thing you should know about us. It has to stay our little secret, okay? We're sadists. We do not care for good grades, nor for reputation or money. We just want to torture you down here, while the rest of the world forgets about you. Nobody will ever find you here, we've made absolutely sure of that. You're our test subject now, our helpless toy. And we'll play with you in any way we see fit! And you can feel very lucky we picked you, you know? Professor Miller was actually our number one candidate, but then you made us this very, very inappropriate offer, so we decided to help karma a little bit! So, girls, are you ready to let him dance?"

It was hard for the Professor to tell how much time had passed since he’d awaken in this basement-turned-dungeon his former students had trapped him in. He assumed it had been a few days at least, but since these sick bitches kept him bound in a dark cell when they didn’t use him for their amusement, he did not have much trust in his inner clock anymore. Unable to sleep, still in utter shock and disbelief, Harold spent every minute they were not around trying to shake off his bounds, to open the shackles or to find any other way to escape or get help. This could not be happening. People would search for him; the police would ask questions and investigate. Sooner or later they would surely find his trace…

His attempts were instantly ended when Raven opened the cell door and pulled him out. They fastened him onto one of many diabolical devices they had prepared, always keeping some part of his body bound throughout the whole process. Weakened as he was and with three young women handling him, there was no chance for him to get loose. They acted like professional wardens of a high security prison.

“All nice and ready!”, Naomi said while she casually stripped off her uniform “Are you comfy, Professor?” They giggled at his immobile body being bent to its limits by the restraints while he in turn stared back at Naomi’s perfect silhouette. Despite his clearly miserable situation, the sight of her strutting around in front of him wearing nothing but sheer black stockings immensely turned him on. “Hey, his little is cock trying to get hard!” Raven had gotten down between his legs to get a better look. “It’s both disgusting and hilarious… You’re enslaved and tortured down here with no hope for relief, and still a hot young body makes you horny! Angela, make sure to note that in your research log! Well, if you like that, let’s see if we can get these balls all blue and swollen…”

With that, Raven started to gently tickle, stroke and massage his testicles. Harold moaned, taken off guard by that unexpectedly pleasant sensation. Meanwhile, Angela had gotten rid of her shirt, kneeled down next to him and began caressing his chest with her slender fingers. “How often have you fantasized about us, Professor?”, she asked “How often have you locked the door of your office on campus and jerked off right after we had a course together? I bet we were the only thought to ever get that dick of yours hard at all, at your age… And I bet you would love to have it stroked now, right? Well…” And without a warning, Angela furiously tickled Harold’s helplessly exposed body, digging her nails in his armpits and in between his ribs while Raven simultaneously took care of his inner thighs and the sensitive area around his cock.

His whole body strained in a desperate reflex to get away but pinned down as it was, it could merely shiver under their torturous fingers. He screamed in his gag, pleading for them to stop. Naomi, who had watched him twitch and whimper for a few minutes, finally came over and sat down in front of him “His squealing makes me so wet!”, she said and slowly started circling her clit with her fingers. Harold couldn’t believe it! Turned on by his suffering, the hot blonde masturbated right in front of him, making sure he didn’t miss a second of her show. “I wonder which feeling is stronger”, Angela said, “being mercilessly tickled or being mercilessly teased without the ability to cum… or is it the combination of both? I guess we have to conduct further studies to be sure!”

“Perfect!”, Naomi gasped, obviously getting close to her first orgasm while she sneered down at the pleading eyes of her once powerful Professor, “I could literally do this forever!”

Still bound tightly with his back uncomfortably arched, Harold had to helplessly endure the merciless tickle attacks of his former students. Eventually, they had enough for the moment and decided to rather take care of each other. Ignoring their captive, they took off the few pieces of clothing left and got themselves comfortable on a mattress placed only inches away from his head. Now he was in the first row to witness their naughty games, totally unable to move or speak or to take part in the delights unfolding right before his eyes. At first, he had been relieved the tickling had stopped. After a while of listening to their moaning, watching their nylon covered legs and feet pleasure each other, being surrounded by their shamelessly exposed pussies, his trapped cock cried in frustration. And so did Harold, causing Angela to notice him for a brief moment.

She reached out with her leg and circled one of his pierced nipples with her toes. "You like seeing us being all naughty Professor?" she asked. "You sure had fantasies about us... but have you ever imagined us doing something like this? I bet we drive you crazy! That reminds me of something... your lecture on where the word 'tantalizing' came from originally. From the mythological figure of Tantalus. Who, as a punishment by the gods, had to spend all of eternity insane with hunger and thirst, surrounded by a pool of water on the ground and with the branches of a tree so close he only had to reach out for its delicious fruits. But whenever he did in desperate need, the branches raised out of reach and the water receded. He could never fulfill his burning desires… So, I think you know where this is going to... You can think of us as your goddesses, presenting you every day what you cannot have. We are the executors of your Tantalean punishments! Sadly, it's not forever. Only for the rest of your life."

If anyone had looked at the house near the city’s border surrounded by a large, well maintained garden, they would never have guessed what shocking scenes took place inside. Had they come close to it and pressed their ear to one of the old brick walls, they might have heard the faint sound of girls’ giggling, interrupted by a peculiar CRACK! every few seconds.

Down in the basement, Harold groaned as another of Raven’s strokes hit his buttocks. “Forty-nine!”, she counted. “He’s slowly getting louder now, and the struggling also intensifies. Interesting. So, the pain from the strokes must be worse at this point than the weights dangling from his swollen balls, otherwise he’d probably hold still.” Naomi straightened herself up after she had been lying underneath the Professor for a while, watching his tortured testicles being pulled down. “Or maybe his muscles are tired already…”, she suspected. “Anyway, we can’t have him lose focus of his most beloved body parts!” Carefully, she gave the weights hanging in between his legs a push with her foot, causing the rope encircling his balls to further tighten while the sensitive organ started swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Harold tried to compensate the painful movement by shifting his body, but his strict predicament prevented any form of relief. CRACK! Again, the crop made him cry in agony as he almost lost his balance, the armbinder pulling on his shoulders.

“Fifty!” The girls laughed. “Cute how he’s dancing!” Angela’s voice came from the other side of the dark room. She stepped into the light, and for a brief moment Harold forgot about the pain when he caught sight of her young body. “You like what you see? I love reminding you of what you cannot have, every single day!” He was drooling with lust, constantly kept somewhere between pain and arousal by his torturers. Angela posing in front of him, so available yet so unreachable, made him fantasize about having her in his office. All alone, the door locked, not held by any bonds. He would pull her sexy little skirt down, rip her pantyhose open. Push her down on his desk. Fuck her tight pussy with his rock hard cock while holding her arms tightly behind her back. Pumping her full with his – CRACK! The crop came simultaneously with Naomi’s foot pushing the weights again, tearing him from his fantasy and making him whimper like a dog. God, please!, he thought while the girls bursted into laughter once more, When is this going to end? This cannot be, someone must be searching for me! They will find me… Please, anyone!

Yes, had anyone gotten close enough to the house so they could hear those muffled pleas, they might have found that very strange and worthy of further investigation. But despite Harold Matthews, respected Professor at the city’s university, had been missing for several weeks now, no one had anything more than a fleeting glimpse at the house that stood there as unsuspicious and friendly as ever.

Two years later…

Two years had passed in which Harold Matthews had given up on trying to escape his former students who had kept him bound and locked away in their basement ever since. His humiliating new lifestyle as their lowly prisoner had become his new normal, even though at times, he would raise his head up and look at one of them, begging her with his eyes to show some mercy. Always, his eyes had been met with nothing but a mere smirk from his captors.

Today, however, should be different. After Harold had spent the afternoon in the stocks with Angela whipping his back, Raven decided to make use of his ring-gagged mouth. She lowered herself before him and presented her exposed pussy. Almost instinctively, he forced his tongue out through the ring keeping his mouth open and started licking her. During the past years, he had learned how to please each of the girls. Raven that spoiled bitch liked to be teased first, so he started circling her clit with the tip of his tongue before he would eventually go all in on her. She moaned softly while Angela took a seat somewhere out of his sight.

“You now, professor”, she said, “It’s been quite a while you’ve spent here with us. No one talks about you anymore, you’re a cold case now. And the three of us, well, we’re about to graduate soon. It has been a lot of fun, but we made the decision to finally move out of this house and let you out of this basement!” Harold couldn’t believe what he just heard! He tried to turn his head and look at Angela’s face for confirmation but bound the way he was it was hardly possible. “Hey, now don’t fuck this up!”, Raven said, irritated from the sudden stop of her clit being caressed. Angela quickly guided his head with her feet to where it belonged and the Professor continued, even more eagerly than before.

Raven smiled down while he watched her with hopeful eyes, getting her closer to orgasm. He couldn’t wait to relief his aching balls once he was free, to finally experience an erection again! “Good boy!”, Angela said. “Do a good job now and you can leave tomorrow! The sooner we get this over with, the better. Just to let you know: we’ll give you some medicine to make you sleep. You’ll awake somewhere not too far from here, but it’ll take you some time to find your way home. Time we’ll need to get rid of any evidence, and to get away from here.” Harold had thought about this for so long. What he would do should he somehow be able to flee. How he would tell the police and see these brats being put in chains themselves.

Right now however, he pretended to be the broken slave the thought he was. As Raven came on his tongue, he already pictured her in an all female prison. She would surely be the bitch of some lesbian inmate much tougher than her. For the first time in two years, he smiled.

Harold’s kidnappers had told him to let him go, eventually. The day he was supposed to be set free was about a week ago, though. The devious girls had postponed his release every day at the last moment, further torturing him with endless tease and denial. Today, they wanted to give him an actual lesson, like he had given them so many when he had still been their professor. They had forced him into a little skirt and stockings and placed a ridiculous wig on him. Tied to a chair, he had no choice but to listen to Raven as she playfully caressed his fake hair.

“I know you were so eager to get out of this basement, weren’t you?”, she taunted. “But we’ve grown accustomed to you, professor! It’s hard to say goodbye after all that we’ve been through, so we decided to keep you just a bit longer. Also, I just needed to see you like this, haha! What does it feel like to be the girl everyone is staring at? I bet you’re secretly enjoying it!” Harold tried to turn his head away in shame but was stopped by the tight strap running across his throat. “Anyway, time for today’s lesson. After you’ve gotten pretty good at ‘female anatomy’ and giving pleasure with your tongue, we’re now going to show you what an actual cock can do! Of course, your useless dicklette will stay locked up in chastity under your sweet little dress. So, I’m glad Angela and Naomi volunteered to give you a demonstration. Enjoy and try to learn something, it might be useful for you life in freedom!”

“Wake up, Professor!” The blurriness faded as Raven's voice echoed in Harold’s ears. Where was he? He remembered being sedated by his captors, who had, after years of imprisonment in their basement, promised to finally let him go. With horror, the former Professor quickly concluded he was still bound, gagged, and kept in some place that resembled his previous accommodation. Only this time, the place looked less than a basement but rather like an actual medieval torture chamber. He grunted in desperation.

“Don’t look so disappointed!”, said Naomi, casually sitting across from him and smiling at his face. “We promised to finally get you out of that basement, and we did! See, we moved from our old house into this awesome new estate! Angela’s parents thought it was just the right gift for graduating university. By the way, since you weren’t in charge anymore, our grades have become awesome!” Harold strained in his bonds, finding he could only wiggle his arms a bit, then realized he was… swinging? He rolled his eyes down as far as he could to see the cage he was held in was hanging over a dark pit.

“Yeah, my daddy was so sweet when he bought it for us!”, Angela cheered. “There’s a room for each of us, all with separate bathrooms, a pool, gym and some spare rooms for guests! And, of course, this cozy little chamber. Originally, this was just an old stone well, but at some point, the owners decided to incorporate it within the house. The well isn’t used anymore, but it’ll make a great home for you from now on! I always thought it was a shame we never had an appropriate cell for you that fit the medieval setting – well, now we have! And it’s much more comfortable – for us, that is. We’ve made sure you’ll get enough fresh air inside and you’ll be regularly fed through that gag by an automated system we’ve installed. However, don’t expect it to taste any near as good as the leftovers we’ve fed you with up until now!”

“You’ll get used to it”, Raven said as she inspected his cage. “Not that you have a choice, haha! I bet you were already plotting your revenge, didn’t you? Imagined how you’d come after us once we’d freed you? You’re really not that smart if you actually thought we would give our precious prisoner away! Now, this is where you’ll spend the rest of your life, either in this room as we torture you or stored away safe and secure in your pit! Once we’ve lowered you down, we just have to close this trap door, pull the carpet back over it and you’ve literally disappeared from the surface of the earth! Gosh, I can imagine us having a few parties in here once we’ve decorated it some more. Picture this professor: you’ll be down there trapped and helpless, while a bunch of clueless people are having a good time just a few feet above your head… An no one will hear your muffled screams!”

THE END