You can't resist his command.

You sob as you clean yourself up and make your way home, feeling like everyone who sees you knows that you've degraded yourself to your professor. The thought of visiting his house so he can visit more perversity on your young body is more than you can bear, but it's also intensely exciting. You hate to admit it, but Professor Garrison's brutal treatment of you gave you the most intense and overpowering orgasms of your young life. As much as you despair of visiting his house, you know that you can't resist his command.

At home you linger in the shower, washing away the residue of your ravishment, even as you prepare your mind for more ravishment to come. You shudder at the thought, but your fingers tease your pussy, toying with your engorged clit as you imagine your professor taking your helpless body again and again.

Three orgasms later you finally get out of the shower and towel yourself dry. You go through your wardrobe, looking for suitable clothes, remembering his instruction to come dressed as a whore. You decide on a tight low cut blouse, revealing ample cleavage. You add mini shorts that let your bare ass cheeks poke out the bottom and add strapped heels and a Jesus chain around your slender neck.

Arriving at his house you stand shivering in the cool night air, your bare skin glowing from the setting sun. You fear that you have made a terrible mistake in coming here tonight, but you can't stop yourself from pushing the doorbell.

"You're late," he says coldly, when he opens the door, his eyes looking at your delicious body shivering on the porch. "Come in, slut," he orders, reaching forward and taking your arm to pull you into the house. You resist for a moment, but then surrender to his will. You stand in the lobby, biting your lip and staring at him, your eyes darting towards the door.

Before you can do anything he takes your arm and lead you to a staircase going down. You heels click on the hardwood and you can't stop trembling as he smiles at you with cold disdain.

Opening a door, he leads you through it and shuts it behind him. You can see the room is furnished with benches and stools, most of them with shackles attached. Chains hang from some scaffolds, and the place has the obvious look of a dungeon. As you stand staring in shock, two other men stand up from chairs and stroll towards you, smiling.

"Here's the little bitch," Professor Garrison says to them. "Late. We'll have to start with some discipline for that I think."

Your eyes are wide and fearful. You never expected anything like this. You had once stumbled across something thing like it on the internet. You happened across a mysterious link and your curiosity **** me to follow the white rabbit down a dark rabbit hole. Pictures appeared of naked women in tight bondage as men either gangbanged or disciplined them. Something deep inside you yearned to be one of the girls on that website. Faced the reality of such a scenario you're terrified. Terrified of what might be done to you, and terrified of how much you might savour the it.

With a panicked squeal, you run from his side, your heels clicking on the cold cement floor. You're very good at keeping your balance in high heels, even when running, but you would give anything to be barefoot right now. You know you have no hope against these hot blooded alpha males, but in your frenzied panic you have to try.

You hear them laughing as you duck behind a table, foolishly hoping they've lost sight of you. Your heart is pounding as you try to control your breathing. Peeking around the corner you see a way back to the door. Taking a deep breath, you strip off your heels and throw them away in the other direction, then sprint towards the door. Could this actually work?