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Subordinate 5 (mf bond anal)


   Disclaimer: The characters in this story are completely fictional,
   and bear no intended resemblance to characters in real life.  This story
   contains graphic sex, in some cases non-consensual, and should not be
   read if such stories are illegal in your state, or if you are a minor.

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   Subordinate 5 (mf bond anal)





   It had been announced on Tuesday of this week that Katie would be
joining the History Department as a TA.  As an undergrad, this was quite
unusual, and it had definitely been noticed by a fair number of people,
which was fair, I thought, since she deserved it, sexual services to me not
withstanding.  She was a bright girl, and it would a good thing for the
department to gain such a keen mind.



   The situation was perhaps somewhat complicated by the style in which the
department was run.  The relationship between departments, and between the
administration and the departments was less like the relationship between
US states than it was like the feudal fiefdoms in Japan during the times of
the Shogun.  Each department was ruled independently, and things that held
in one might not stand a chance in another.  And, to continue the analogy,
I was the daimyo, and the History department was the fiefdom I ruled.  This
is not to say that the other faculty were weak or stupid - to the contrary,
they were not.  I'd picked them for their intellects, but it remained just
that.  I had picked them.  And I'd been picking them since the retirement of
the previous Chairman, who had hand picked me to be his successor.
He had been a wily old man, and the effect of my appointment on my career
had been quite spectacular.  Not that I wouldn't have gotten there
eventually, but when the eminent retiring professor picked a young faculty
member who hadn't even gained full tenure, people took note.



   Thus, when I appointed Katie as a teaching fellow, no one had challenged
me, but eyebrows were raised.  She had defended herself quite nicely at the
department meeting the following day when one of the associate professors
decided to grill her and see if she deserved their respect.  It was hard
not to glow with pride as the girl I was beginning to think of as my Katie
cut the poor bastard off at the knees.  And then again at the balls.  By
the time he sat back down, I could tell it would probably be a month or two
before we would have the pleasure of hearing him again at a department 
meeting.



   I had been entirely prepared for the events of that afternoon.  Katie
had come storming into my office.  Not the Katie who was my malleable
fucktoy.  The Katie that I'd originally met - madder than hell and ready
for a fight.  After barging in unannounced and telling the poor freshman
who'd been stuttering his way through a plea for me to reconsider the
failing grade I'd given his paper to get the fuck out, she slammed the
door.



   "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" she demanded of me.



   I rocked back in my chair, hands locked behind my head, and smiled.  She
was so cute when she was angry.



   "Have a seat, and lets talk," I told her.



   "Fuck no.  I want to know what the hell is going on.  Why didn't you
tell me you were making me a TA?  Is this some sort of sick payoff for what
we do on the weekends?  If it is, you've taken it one step to far, pal,"
she fumed, and I could see her getting worked up into a rage.



   "Sit down." It was said not in the calm voice I'd used a minute earlier,
but in the icy cold Voice of Command and Authority.  Katie sat.



   "What I have done, I did for no reasons pertaining to our nocturnal
activities.  I did it because you're that bright, and I think its time for
you to get pushed a little harder than your less-than-brilliant peers are
capable of.  I had forseen what might happen, and the incident at the
meeting yesterday was to be expected.  You handled that quite nicely, and,
if I'm not mistaken, anyone who had doubts as to your ability ought now to
be satisfied.  You will assume your TA duties at the turn of the semester,
and participate in our weekly meetings from here on.  This has no bearing
on our personal relationship.  Understood?"



   I think that through my intimate association with Katie, I had lost the
magic air of importance and authority which other felt towards me.  I had
spoken to her as if I were a father addressing a wayward daughter, and I
could see her stunned by it.  I took my position seriously, both in terms
of the department and my relations to my peers.



   Katie nodded.



   "Well, actually now that you mention it, I guess it might have a little
bearing...  I think I might prevail upon your for an autographed copy of
your first book when the time comes..." I said, letting a smile slip
through.  The awkward silence was broken, and Katie laughed in relief.  I
could understand her anger, and it was the mark of a scholar.  She wished
to achieve with her mind, not with her cunt.  And that was fair.



   "However, while you're here, I would be delighted to enjoy your company
this Friday night."



   This earned a smile, as she turned on her heel and walked towards the
door, a little shake of her ass.  I felt myself growing stiff under the
desk, just thinking about it.



   Over the past week, I'd invested a fair amount of time and energy in
building the apparatus which would be the centerpiece of our evening.  I
couldn't wait.



   I had seen Katie later that week when she'd come to my office to kick
around ideas for a paper.  I liked it a lot that she could come to me for
advice in my capacity as an advisor.  Or even that she valued my opinion
enough that she would.  There were times when it was almost like a
father-daughter relationship, but, far from being weird, it was actually
quite nice.  I watched her accomplishments with a fair degree of pride.



   Before she'd left, I'd pressed a $20 bill into her hand.  I could see
her beginning to get angry, but I cut her off.  I told her to go buy an
enema and to come to our play time cleaned out.  Her eyes went a little
wide at that, and I left her to consider the possibilities.



   ***



   When Katie rang my doorbell, she looked stunning as usual.  I'd given
her no instructions regarding her underclothes, but as a quick check
verified, she wasn't wearing any, and was freshly shaven.  I escorted her
through the door, and close it, throwing her against it and kissing her in
a passionate way I knew she wasn't expecting.  I let my hand wander to her
chest, as I snaked my tongue through her mouth.  I let my other hand run
wildly over her body in a way that I knew would get her turned on.  When
she finally broke the kiss for a breath, I simply dropped my hands and
walked down the stairs into the basement.



   A few seconds later, she came down the stairs, clearly disappointed that
things hadn't continued upstairs.  She stopped dead when she saw what I'd
built onto the table.



   Not that it was particularly obvious what it was - just that it looked
menacing.  Standing next to her, I goosed her ass playfully and told her to
hop up on the table.



   Pulling her dress over her head, she reluctantly climbed up on the huge
heavy kitchen table which I kept in the center of the dungeon.  On top of
it however, rested my latest project.



   The first piece was a sheet of plywood which I'd bolted into sheaths set
into the table surface so it could be removed and replaced easily.  On top
of that, I had set vertical posts every foot or so around the edges made
from 2x4.  Each was about 6 inches high, and on top of that I'd set another
sheet of plywood, but with several long oblong cutouts.  They were
partially obscured from sight, though, by the third sheet of plywood.  This
one had 2x4 posts attached to it as well, but they pointed down, where each
was bolted to a small strip of steel whose other end was bolted to the top
of one of the first sets of posts.  The effect of all this was that the top
layer of plywood was suspended half an inch or so above the second layer,
and could swing back and forth across its surface in one direction.  The
mechanism was much like what you might see on porch loveseats which rock.
There were cutouts in the top sheet too, which always lined up with the
oblong cutouts in the lower sheet, such that no matter where in its slide
the top sheet was, the holes in it would always be aligned with a part of
an oblong cut in the bottom.



   I'd of course added several other things to it, including springs so
that the swinging would be enhanced by a set of springs which would yank it
back in one direction when the top surface was pushed.  Katie climbed up on
it as instructed, on her hands and knees.  I'd had to guess her relative 
measurements, and I'd done a pretty good job.  I'd attached cuffs for her 
arms and legs to the top surface, and I'd made a cut out for her face, with 
a strap of cloth to prevent her head from going too far into the opening.  
There was of course a second strap which went across the back of her head as 
she kneeled on the platform to hold her head down.  Her hands were cuffed 
down at her side, and the positioning of the leg cuffs meant that she had to
arch her ass up into the air and spread her legs.



   When I was done securing her, she was in a somewhat uncomfortable
position, ass exposed and legs spread, and face pressed into one of the
cutouts.  I opened one of the cabinets in the room, and began to finish the
job.



   First came a pole with a butterfly type vibrator attached.  For this
one, it was top layer that had the oblong cut, and the second layer which
had the circular cut, so that when the top slid, the pole with the vibrator
would remain stationary.  The hole for it was right between her legs, so
that when the platform was in its resting position (pulled back towards the
end with Katie's feet by the springs) the vibrator was against her pussy.
Without turning it on, I fished out a pair of similar poles, which were
similarly positioned to either side of Katie's hips, about a foot away from
her ass, but slightly towards the side with her head.  They too remained
stationary when the platform slid.  There was also a cutout under where
Katie's breasts dangled, and a D ring anchored on the very bottom sheet
(the one directly attached to the table).  I could tell she was getting
increasingly nervous, and that she was losing any arousal I might have
inspired earlier.  This process was completed when I dumped a pile of
clamps onto the table in front of her.



   The first set predictably were for her tits.  I set one clamp on each
nipple, and ran the short chains down to the D ring which was currently
centered under her belly button.  I left them a little slack.  I took the
next 6 clamps and walked around behind her.  Using my knee to slide the
platform forward against the springs, the chains drew tight quickly,
yanking her breasts sharply back as she yelped in pain.  Holding it there,
I used the remaining clamps on her pussy lips, running their chains to the
posts which were now even with her ass.  The chains from the three clamps
on each lip ran together, and thence to a small spring which was attached
to the post.



   When I moved my knee away, the platform slid back sharply, making the
purpose of this whole set up clear.  As it slid rearwards, the tension on
her breasts was reduced, but the tension on the chains to her pussy lips
increased since the poles and D ring didn't travel with the surface of the
platform.  As it slid back, the clamps and chains on her posterior pulled
tight, spreading her pussy painfully, as each the three clamps on each side
yanked their lip outwards and the chains ran around the outside of her ass
forward to their poles.



   In this position, her spread pussy was pressed against the butterfly
vibrator on the pole, and, before leaving her for a second, I turned it on.



   I watched her squirm in discomfort as I greased up the anal speculum. 
This was going to be so good.  Climbing back up on the table, I positioned
the cold steel speculum at her anal opening and pressed.  I could hear her
gasp as the cold speculum invaded her ass, spread only slightly to prevent
pinching her tissue in its jaws.  When the plier handles were set up
against her ass, I began opening them slowly, stretching her in a less than
gentle way.



   As she gasped and grunted, I slid the speculum in and out of her ass,
letting her get used to the presence.  I could see the reddish interior of
her ass gaping at me around the jaws of the speculum as I slid and rotated
it, and I was hard as a rock.  I stopped for a moment to shed my pants.



   When I resumed, I could hear Katie breathing much more heavily as the
vibrator pressed against her pussy began to have its effect.  When I judged
she was about ready, I pulled the speculum out.  I was greeting by a
first-class gape, as her forcefully spread posterior took a minute to close
itself.



   I lubed up my cock, and climbed up on the table behind her.  Taking hold
of my cock with one hand, I guided it into her entrance as I gripped one of
the water pipes above with the other hand for balance.  I could hear Katie
moaning under me as my cock worked its way up her stretched anal passage.
When I had bottomed out, I used my pelvis to give her a little push before
I pulled out and slammed back into her as hard as I could.



   The effect was awesome.  With each hard fast stroke, my dick slammed up
her ass and the force of the thrust slid the platform forward against the
springs, yanking her breasts harshly downwards and backwards.  When I
withdrew, the springs retracted the platform, and Katie shot back, yanking
her tortured pussy open as it pressed hard against the vibrator until my
next thrust slammed her forwards again.



   I could tell she was somewhat aroused when I'd mounted her, and as I
pounded her ass for all I was worth now, I couldn't tell if she was
shrieking in pain or pleasure or both.  With each thrust, I could feel her
cunt tensing against the punishment of the clamps, and her ass gripping my
cock like a satin vice.



   I banged her for all I was worth, shoving dick into her, and hearing her
scream, watching her rectum follow my cock back as I withdrew.  It was in heaven
and I leaned forward and pounded her in earnest, raping her with the energy
and raw violence which I hadn't shown her since the first day in my office
when I bent her over my desk and stuffed her hot little box with enough
meat to make Boar's Head jealous.



   I sawed my cock in and out and in and out, hearing the wet "snock-
snock" noises and the louder wooden thumping noises as my contraption
served its purpose, impaling the shrieking girl on my cock.



   After only a few more minutes of the vicious fucking, I felt Katie go
limp under me, but I was so close that I didn't care, as I raped her
asshole with my rock hard cock.



   Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer, and I slammed Katie all the way
forward and came into her ass in hot pulsing jets of sticky cum.  When I
was done, she snapped back into position, still limp.  I was almost about
to collapse myself - I made a mental note to check on my heart medication
when I got a chance.  It would be exceedingly embarrassing to die like
this, although it would definitely be worth it.  A better end I couldn't
imagine.  I just hope God would have better timing than Katie had.



   As I rolled off the table, I looked at the cute sweat-drenched brunette
still strapped to my apparatus, twitching as the vibrator continued at full
blast in her stretched pussy, streaks of cum running down her ass crack.



   When I thought I could walk, I switched off the vibrator, and started
removing the clamps from her pussy lips.  On inspection, her lips seemed not 
to be damaged - I'd been very careful to make sure they wouldn't be.  When 
I unclipped her tits I could see the blood rushing back into them as ghost
white turned into angry red.  I had completed undoing her bondage and
carried her up to the bedroom before there was any real sign of life.



   Curled up next to me with her face pressed into my chest, I could hear
Katie starting to sob.  She continued for a few minutes, and I just gently
rubber her back, letting her get her cry out.



   When she finally raised her red tear-streaked face, I could see evidence
of serious emotional issues.



   "Do you know how much that hurt?" she asked in a voice still wavering
and uneven from the crying.



   I said nothing and she pressed her face back into my chest and continued
to cry for a little while.



   Her face was still against me when she managed to say through the sobs,
"I thought my mind was exploding - my boobs felt like they were going to
tear off and I hurt so much, but it one hell of a mind-blowing orgasm." She
sniffled back the tears and breathed in ragged breaths.



   I had definitely gone past the point at which it was enjoyable for her,
probably by a lot.  It had felt damn good, and it was good for her to know
how things stood.  I'd probably be a little easier on her next time, but it
was for sensations like this that I'd taken the gamble I had in initiating this
relationship.



   I was awake late into the night, with Katie's arms wrapped around me and
her head on my chest, thinking how wonderful life can be.



   To be continued.


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   Hopefully more to come in short order.  Life's been kinda slow, but this
can be hard work.  Keep an eye out for a special story in the upcoming
ASSTR Romance festival - I promise not to disappoint.


   My sense of completeness dictates that I will trying to get My Megan to
a better place before I go much further with this.  I might write a short
Fun story though just for shits and giggles if I have time.


   As always, I love to hear what you think.


   Yours Truly,

   Foxbat

   
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