Allison sat in the class, but she was only half-listening to the lecture.  The professor was droning on and on about the differences between a mean, a median, and an average; quite possibly the most boring topic she could imagine.  Wait, no. Listening to calculations of slopes was even worse.  That had been yesterday’s topic.

Fortunately, she knew how to keep herself entertained and had planned accordingly.

She’d woken up that morning and checked the weather – warm with abundant sunshine.  That meant the cute little sundress she’d bought over the weekend would get its maiden voyage today; and that meant she would have an excuse to not wear a bra, which in turn meant people would be able to see the outline of her nipples against the light fabric.  She smiled at the thought of the people seeing her perked nipples pressed against the dress, and of their reactions when they noticed that she wore jewelry there, too.  She liked to tease.

She’d gotten her nipples pierced on a dare. No, more like she had been forced to do it. The woman had promised to give her a deal on a new car if she did. It was an attractive offer that Allison couldn’t resist.  She needed the car for school.  It was either pierce her nipples or have faith in the public transportation system, which, at the time, was reportedly going on strike.  Her options were limited.  Slowly, she’d bared her chest in front of the woman as a stranger did the piercing, and soon two small metal hoops hung from her dark ovals, the caps neatly pricked.  It had hurt like hell, but Allison didn’t have much choice. She needed the car.  Now, whenever she came into the dealership for servicing, the woman would escort her into one of the unused sales offices in the back and force her to remove her top, to show that she still had the hoops in place. Sometimes, if business was slow, the woman would force her to do even more.

She would be going to the dealership again, today.  No doubt the woman would want to see her breasts, and possibly introduce some of the toys she kept in her desk drawer just for Allison’s visits.  Each time Allison went there, the games got a little more intense.  The sundress would be easy to slip out of when she got there and easy to slip back on when they were done.  But first she had to sit through the Stats class.

Now the professor was talking about population distributions and bell curves.  Allison shifted in her seat, slowly leaning back slightly and causing the hem of the sundress to creep up a little higher on her thigh, the vibrant color of the fabric contrasting nicely with her light brown skin.  She would darken a bit once the last chill of winter was gone and she could get outdoors more.  She straightened her legs and draped one arm over the edge of her chair, her other arm resting on the desk top as she casually doodled with her mechanical pencil.

That’s when she noticed the boy across the aisle was staring at her.

Allison smiled at him. He smiled back, unashamed that he’d been busted.  “We have a player,” she thought to herself, “Let’s see just how much game he has.”

She lifted her free arm from behind the chair and let it lay casually across her lap. She glanced at him and smiled, then let her fingers curl under the edge of fabric across her thighs.  She tilted her head at the boy, his eyes darting between her hand and her eyes, as she slowly slid the cotton fabric upwards along her leg.  After a few inches, she decided to up the ante.

She straightened up in her seat and arched her back in a deep stretch, letting her arms curl and uncurl as she flexed her muscles. The soft skin of her breasts pressed firmly against the light cotton top; the thin straps barely containing the curved mass that fought to break free of the dress.   She then settled  back into her seat, her hands tugging at the dress nonchalantly, as if adjusting the material when, in fact, she was tugging at her nipples, causing them to perk up for the boy who sat across from her, enjoying the show.

Finally, the professor wrapped up his lecture and Allison was free to go.  She gathered her things, stood up, and turned to leave. 

And bumped right into the boy who had deliberately placed himself between her and the door.

“Girls like you can be dangerous,” he said in a low whisper.

“I am dangerous. Too dangerous for you,” she replied.

“Maybe I like a little danger,” he sneered, “and maybe I can make things dangerous for you, too.”  The boy reached around her waist, his hand firmly cupping her ass as he drew her closer to him.  He leaned into her ear and whispered, “I know your secret.  The one about your aunt.”

Allison froze.

She couldn’t believe it.

The boy continued. “You’re gonna do exactly what I tell you to do, for as long as I tell you to do it. Got it?”

Allison nodded her head.

“Now get that juicy ass of yours over to Parking Lot B and find the gold Lexus SUV.  I’ll meet you there.”

Allison felt like a wanted criminal as she walked quickly across the campus and headed for the parking lot.

Did he know?  Did he really know that she had been forced by her aunt to be a sex slave? No; impossible.  He must be bluffing.  But what if he wasn’t?  Allison didn’t want to take that chance.

She knew where Parking Lot B was. There were only three student lots and Lot B was the one farthest out. Tucked under a stand of trees, it was the most remote of the three.  She knew what he wanted, and she knew it would happen in his truck.  That’s why he’d parked back there.  The boy had obviously planned his blackmailing for today.

Most of the vehicles had already left by the time she got out there.  She looked around. There wasn’t a gold Lexus SUV parked in Lot B. A panic rose in her throat.  She’d stopped to lock her books and her purse in her car before heading in the opposite direction to find the boy.  It had taken her almost 20 minutes to walk the distance between the two student lots.  Was she too late? 

Shit!

Then she heard her name.

Hidden on the edge of the lot, just behind the tree line, the boy was leaning against the bumper of his truck.  In his hand he held a set of handcuffs.  He signaled her to come to him.  She began to trudge across the dirty asphalt.  As she got closer she realized he was actually holding two sets.

“Wrists”, was all he said.

She understood and raised her wrists, ready to be cuffed.

A silver bracelet snapped over each hand, one set on each arm.  He then took her shoulder and guided her behind the truck.  There, strung between the secluded crop of trees, were two heavy chrome chains; one above her head and the other low along the ground.

He pushed her over to the chains, then turned her around so that the thick metal links brushed against her backside.  “Please don’t hurt me,” she said as he lifted her arms and locked her wrists to the length of chain overhead.

“You’re not exactly in a position to be demanding, now are ya,” he replied coldly, as he reached for the knotted dress around her neck, “Let’s see just what you’ve been hiding under this clothing, missy.”

“Please…” she started.

“Shut up!  You’ve been wanting to show that body to me since the first day of class. The teasing, the smiling.  I know what you want.  Well, now you’re going to get it.  Let’s uncover that little body and see how hot we can get it, shall we?”

The two strings fell down her chest as the knot was loosened, the dress clinging to the curves of her bosom by sheer pressure.  The boy reached up and cupped her fabric-covered breasts in his fingers, measuring their heft as he gently massaged them with the palms of his hands. Allison moaned slightly at the sensation of him pressing against her tits.

“You like that, don’t ya,” he said with an evil smirk, “let’s see what else you like.”

He slowly began to roll the top of her dress down, letting the fabric curl under his fingers as more and more of her body was exposed under the shade of the tree. As the dress pulled back from the peaks of her breasts, the boy let out a whistle, his eyes staring at the hoops.  He flicked the little bits of decorative metal with his fingers, simultaneously tickling her nipples, causing them to contract into pert little nubs of dark flesh.  He focused on her puckered dots, stroking the tiny columns with his fingertips, causing Allison to moan again as he tickled her body seductively.  She pulled at the chains that held her, wishing he would stop teasing her; wondering what else he had in mind for her.

The man slowly slid the light sundress down her body, exposing her belly and the ring that rested against her navel.  His hands then slid behind her, grabbing her ass with both hands and giving them a hard squeeze.  “There’s that ass that I’ve been wanting,” he said, giving them a playful slap, “Let’s see what they look like when they aren’t covered up.”  With a flourish, he quickly pulled the dress down her legs and quickly tugged it free of her body, leaving her naked and cuffed to the chains.

His eyes went immediately to her Mound of Venus, that tiny triangle of shaved pube nestled between her thighs.  She pressed her legs together and turned her hips, trying to hide her sex from his gaze.

“Spread your legs!” he barked, picking up a stick from the ground, “Spread’em!”

Allison stared at him fearfully, wondering if he really intended to whip her with the improvised switch if she didn’t comply.

Then, suddenly, she heard a swish and felt a sharp bite against her thigh.

“Spread’em!”

She shook her head.

“I said spread’em!”

Another whoosh as the stick was flung through the air; another sharp bite against her thigh, this time closer to her little slit.

She spread her legs.

The boy quickly knelt down and slapped a metal bracelet around each ankle and joined them to the chain along the ground.  She was now helplessly bound in a spreadeagle position; naked and exposed and vulnerable to his touch.

“Well, look who’s come out to play,” he said with an evil grin, looking directly at her arousal as he moved closer to her crotch to get a better view.

Allison jumped.  The man had slapped his hand against her exposed pussy lips and was now cupping her sex, pressing his hand firmly against her mound.  She gasped as she felt a finger probing around the entrance to her tunnel.  She gasped again when that finger found her clit.

The man scraped her little head with his nail, causing her to flinch every time the sharp edge slid along the inflamed cone of nerve endings.  She took a deep breath as that same finger slid just inside the entrance, stroking the sensitive tissue before sliding into her hole.

“Hmmm,” the boy said, “somebody’s getting a little wet.”

Allison moaned again as he continued to massage her twat.  Her hips swayed with the movement of his hand, the waves of pleasure emanating from her hips and coursing through her body and he played with her sex, stroking the moist tissue with his fingers.   He leaned forward, his mouth covering her breast as his tongue licked and tickled the perked nub that dotted the puckered circle of her tits, gently biting at the erect flesh with the ends of his teeth.

The boy changed the rhythm of his stroke intermittently, speeding up and then slowing down, keeping her on edge as he expertly brought her to the edge of orgasm, then slowed and brought her back away from her climax.

She grunted with frustration, trying desperately to cum as her body cried for an orgasmic release.  She wanted to rip her hand down from the cuff, push him away, and finish the job. But she couldn’t.  There was no escape from the metal cuffs, no matter how hard she pulled against the chain.

She gasped and panted and squealed as he continued to taunt her body; bringing her right to the edge again before backing away.

It was sexual torture, and she was helpless to stop it.

“Please…” she said between gasps, “let me cum.”

“No,” he replied, “not until you’ve confessed you’re a whore.”

Allison gasped. It felt so good.  She needed to cum.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I’m a whore.”

“Again.”

“I’m a whore!” she replied, “a dirty whore!”

“That’s a good girl,” he said, as he settled into a rhythm again, “and what do dirty whores do?”

Allison paused, trying to think of an answer.  She gasped again and said breathlessly, “they do what they’re told to do, for as long as they’re told to do it.”

“Good answer,” he replied with a smile, “I knew we could come to an understanding.  If I let you cum, will you agree to be my whore?”

Allison panted again.  His fingers stroking her pussy felt so good.  Her sex needed its release. She was desperate.

“Yes,” she replied, “I’ll do whatever you say.”

The man nodded and withdrew his hand, leaving her flexing alone and naked on the chains.

She cried out. “Wait! You said…”

“I said you could cum.  I didn’t say I’d help you.”

“Please,” she begged, “please…”

“Please what, whore?”

“Please… please fuck me.”  Allison cried. She couldn’t believe the words she was saying; that she was even saying them to a boy she barely knew.

The boy smiled and stepped close to her.  He seized her head in both hands and looked into her eyes. She was ready.

With one hand still holding her head by the back of her neck, his other hand slid down her body, caressed her breasts, then drew a line down her belly and into her twat.  His fingers slid easily into her tunnel, the lining slick with her juices.  He pressed against her special spot, causing her to moan and gasp as he rubbed against her wall.

She gasped and choked and panted as her body flexed seductively against the chains, a sheen of sweat glistening along the curves of her body.  The muscles of her arms stood out as she lifted herself up, her body perched on the balls of her feet as she rose with her building climax.  Then, a squeal as the milky cream exploded from her tunnel and fell onto the ground.

The man stepped back as she continued to pulse; releasing the fluids from the cleft between her wide-forked thighs.  She hung, panting, from the cuffs around her wrists, the chains drooping with the weight of her nude body. She tilted her head back with fatigue, lifting her breasts upwards as they rose and fell with her heavy breathing.

As she hung there, naked and panting, he produced a tiny key from his pocket and unlocked the cuffs from her ankles; her legs weakly propping her up as her wrists bore the majority of her weight.  He then stepped behind her and unlocked each cuff, her arm flopping downward as the wrist was freed. 

Finished with her, he left the key in the last set of handcuffs and said, “Save those for next time, whore.” He got into his truck, started it up, and drove off, leaving her naked, wet, and dazed under the trees.