Restrained and stripped.

Weeping in panic you plead frantically with Richards as he drags you down the hallway. He says nothing, but remorselessly pulls you along. You appeal to your professor but he simply smiles at you, obviously enjoying your distress.

Richards opens a door in the hallway and drags you through it, casting you to the floor where you sprawl on cold cement. Dim lights come on and you see the room looks like some kind of workshop. Your captors stand over you, gloating at your helpless, weeping dismay.

"Put cuffs on the bitch," Richards says, and your professor leans over you, seizing one wrist and locking a cuff around it. You struggle frantically, but it doesn't take him long to lock your wrists behind you. You lash out with your legs, trying kick one of them. Richards grabs a handful of your hair and slaps your face.

"Enough of that, slut! It will only make things worse for you."

Your professor pulls you to your feet, holding you by the elbows. Richards steps towards you, holding a knife. You lose yourself to panic, frenzied at the sight.

"Oh God don't hurt me, don't kill me, oh god please, please, have mercy!" you wail. Richards shakes his head and smiles cruelly at you.

"A dead whore is no good to me, bitch." He grabs your top by the collar and rips it open, buttons popping, then cuts it off your arms pulling the remaining rag away. He cuts through the straps of your bra, and then through the middle of it, letting it fall to the ground. You struggle against your professor's grip, but you're helpless. Richards unzips your skirt, then rips it down the seam, tossing it away. You're left standing naked except for your damp panties and your shoes, struggling in your professors grip.

Despite your fear and despair you feel you pussy heating again, moisture flowing out of it, soaking you. You feel shame at your body's betrayal, your arousal even as you're being defiled and degraded, but you can't help it. A growing warmth spreads from your pussy and through your belly. You hate what is being done to you, but a growing part of you wants more of it. You find that you're writhing in your professor's grasp, pushing your ass back against him.

"The little whore loves it," your professor chuckles. "You should have seen her at my office. She made a deal to be fucked, and not suck cock, but she couldn't help herself. Just gobbled my cock like she was starving for it."

"She should have sucked my cock when I offered it to her. Especially if she loves it so much. You hear that, sweetheart? A little dick sucking earlier today and you'd be ok. I'd have hired you. But you had to be a bitch and then decide your were going to try to get me in trouble. You're going to wish you'd sucked me when you had the chance." He reaches out and tugs your nipples, then pulls your panties away from your flesh and cuts them off you. He slides his strong fingers into your pussy, probing you roughly. You gasp and press against his hand, wanting more of him. You're gasping and biting your lip, wanting the **** and fearing it at the same time.

"I'll suck you cock, I'll suck both of you, please don't hurt me, don't hurt me," you beg.

"Don't worry, you're going to suck cocks, bitch. That's the very least of what you're going to do. You're going to beg for everything we do to your ripe little body, and when we're done you'll crawl on your belly for more," Richards tells you.