Isabella: Used and Abused [PART 3] (MF, non-con, BDSM)

**Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction. All depictions of rape, violence and other illegal behaviours are merely fantasy. This writer does not condone sexual violence of any kind.**

*About Author: 21, F, Uni student, Australia*

PART 3

There was a suffocating tension that permeated the University as the semester neared its end, which bloomed to an anxious frenzy by the time that final exams rolled around. Some students spent many nights cramming in the library, others drank at the local bar on campus, but that night, Isabella was alone in her dorm, neither studying nor drinking. The Everleigh Wing was one of the nicer options for student accommodation on campus, with its carpeted study halls, clean common bathrooms, and quiet dorm rooms. Isabella’s modest room was identical to the others: a single bed in the corner, a small white desk, chair and wardrobe.

Instead of studying for her final exam on Postmodernism, Isabella was laying on her bed, legs wide apart, plunging a black silicone dildo into her sore, battered cunt. Her laptop webcam filmed the scene: it showed a pretty, petite girl with a scowl on her face, half-heartedly pulling and pushing a large dildo between her legs with one hand, the other hand squeezing her own breasts. The dildo glistened with a mixture of lube and her juices, its bulbous head stretching her pink pussy lips before disappearing deep into her body. Isabella moaned, perhaps too theatrically, as she pretended to orgasm. She glanced at her laptop, making sure that it clearly captured her big finish.

Earlier that day, an email on Isabella’s laptop and a package outside her dorm room had arrived at the same time. Both were from Professor Tasgonne. The contents of the surprise delivery rattled threateningly as she brought in the plain cardboard box. The email read:

*“Dear Slut,*

*Hope you haven’t forgotten about our meeting with Vice-Chancellor Fitzroy last week. I am busy grading papers, but that doesn’t mean your worthless holes deserve a break. To remind you of your true calling, I have sent you a few gifts. I want you to film yourself enjoying these toys – show me that you appreciate your Master’s kindness. You must cum at least three times a day – with video evidence sent to me.*

*If you even think about telling anyone or going to the police, I’m sure the USB in the package will change your mind.”*

With trembling hands, Isabella had opened the box. Inside, she found an assortment of sex toys that she had never seen before, much less used. There was a large black dildo with a spongey head and ribbed shaft, a stainless steel butt plug with an opal jewel on the end, a magic wand vibrator, nipple clamps connected by a metal chain, and a tube of lube. There was also a USB, which she plugged into her laptop – it contained hundreds of photos of her naked, beaten body in various compromising positions and videos of her being fucked senseless by Professor Tasgonne and Mr Fitzroy in the Vice-Chancellor’s office. A file note on the USB stated that, if Isabella were to tell anyone about this, these photos and videos will be sent to her family and published on the front page of the University website, and she will also be expelled for academic misconduct.

Isabella had spent an hour pacing her room, mulling over her options and trying to calm her breathing. Then she filmed three short videos using the black dildo – the least threatening and foreign of the toys – and emailed the clips to Professor Tasgonne.

That wasn’t so bad, she thought to herself, and went to sleep.

The next night, there was a sharp knock outside Isabella’s dorm room. She was only wearing an oversized t-shirt and no pants, but she opened the door, expecting it to be her friend Sienna returning her hairdryer. Professor Tasgonne stepped into the room and closed the door before Isabella could react. He was fuming. He looked slightly unhinged with his nostrils flared and a wild fury in his eyes.

“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at? You think that piss-poor effort would be enough? You think I don’t know what a fake orgasm looks like? You’re just a stupid slut who can’t follow simple instructions. Well I’ve come to make it easy for you, to show you how it’s done.”

He shoved her backwards onto her bed and pulled her panties down her long, smooth legs. She yelped and kicked his chest and shoulders, aiming for his face. Even angrier now, Professor Tasgonne stuffed Isabella’s balled-up panties into her mouth before she could make any more noise which might alert the neighbouring rooms. He produced a roll of industrial-strength duct tape from his coat pocket, ripped off a long strip, and stuck the tape across Isabella’s mouth from ear to ear. Any screaming or begging was now muffled by the cotton panties in her mouth and the thick tape.

He ripped more tape, roughly grabbing her arms and securing her wrists to the two metal bedposts at the head of her bed. He did the same to her ankles, so that she was taped spread-eagle, helpless.

“The worst kind of whore is an ungrateful one. You didn’t seem to appreciate the gifts. I’ll have to show you how.”

Isabella watched Professor Tasgonne rifle through the open box on her desk, deciding which toy to torture her with first. He picked up the nipple clamps and borrowed a pair of scissors from her pencil case. When he sat down on the bed, she tried to shuffle away from him, but the tape restraints prevented her from getting far. Isabella squirmed as the professor cut away her shirt, exposing her round breasts, which jiggled as her chest heaved in fear. The professor leaned down and took her left nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around her sensitive flesh, while he pinched and rolled her right nipple with his fingers. When he decided her nipples were hard and pointed enough, he held the nipple clamps close for her to see the sharp metal teeth.

“I couldn’t help but notice that these clamps were not on your nipples in the videos. Why’s that? You didn’t want any pain with the pleasure? Hmm? Well it doesn’t matter what you want.”

Isabella’s eyes widened and she screamed soundlessly into the tape when Professor Tasgonne snapped the clamps on her delicate flesh. The harsh metal bit into her skin, and she swayed her chest from side to side in pain. Next, the professor retrieved the metal butt plug and squirted some lube onto the tapered end. He ripped the tape off and freed one of Isabella’s ankles, allowing him to fold that leg up towards her head and get better access to her puckered asshole. Unable to do anything else, Isabella squeezed her eyes shut and breathed heavily through her nose when she felt the cold metal plug spread her tight hole. The plug got wider and wider, relentlessly forcing her sphincter to stretch painfully until she felt like she was being torn in two. Professor Tasgonne held the plug steady when it was at its widest point, and slapped Isabella’s tits.

“Open your eyes, look at me. Look at me when I violate your cute little asshole. Nod your head if you want me to pop this plug all the way into your ass.”

Isabella didn’t move. The professor sighed and pushed the plug further in, then pulled it slightly back out, so that Isabella’s asshole was forced to experience the girthiest part of the metal plug. After a few moments, she couldn’t handle the extreme stretching sensation anymore and quickly nodded her head in acquiescence. The professor nudged the plug beyond the point of no return, and Isabella’s tight hole swallowed the rest, with only the jewel base now visible between her round cheeks. Isabella could feel her anal muscles flexing around the foreign object, trying to become accustomed to the intense feeling of being so filled.

“Good. Starting to look more like the needy slut that you are,” Professor Tasgonne mumbled, grabbing the large dildo that had been Isabella’s co-star in yesterday’s videos.

The professor slowly eased the dildo into Isabella’s inviting cunt, making sure that she could feel the ribbing on the shaft as it entered her body. Her free leg flailed uselessly, unable to help her other limbs escape the tape restraints. Isabella’s pussy began to moisten – she couldn’t help it – having her mouth, ass and pussy stuffed made her feel so incredibly full and sensitive. She pleaded for mercy with her eyes, but this only seemed to encourage Professor Tasgonne to pump the silicone toy more ruthlessly. When the dildo was completely buried in Isabella’s tight channel, Professor Tasgonne stepped back to admire his handiwork. Isabella’s wide, terrified eyes followed him around the room, and her pussy and asshole twitched anxiously, causing the toys to bounce slightly.

“It feels good to fulfil your purpose, doesn’t it? Listen closely,” Professor Tasgonne leaned in, cruelty etched in his sparking eyes and smirking lips, “Are you listening? These worthless holes belong to me now, understand? Nobody can use these holes without my permission. If I tell you to cum, you’ll cum. Your body is for my pleasure only. You have a boyfriend don’t you? I’ve seen you with him around campus. Seems like a nice lad.” The professor paused, turning around to grab the magic wand vibrator. “Break up with him. Do it over the phone, record it for me. If he asks why, tell him you’re not a virgin and you love getting your slutty cunt filled by other men. Tell him you crave cum in every hole. Got it?”

The professor didn’t wait for a reply. The vibrator came alive with a gentle buzzing, and he pressed it against Isabella’s clit. Isabella whimpered as the sensation radiated from her clit to her whole body, making her legs shake and her back arch. The professor grinned, knowing he was completely in control, and turned the vibrations up. Isabella’s toes pointed and flexed – the pleasurable feeling in the pit of her stomach expanded until she was writhing and moaning.

Professor Tasgonne ripped another piece of duct tape and taped the vibrator to Isabella’s inner thigh, securing the toy against her sensitive clit. He pulled the chain connecting the nipple clamps, stretching Isabella’s breasts into painful points. He tapped his knuckle against the base of the butt plug and Isabella groaned, feeling the large toy shift inside her. He grabbed the end of the dildo, which jutted from Isabella’s wet cunt, and started to fuck her with it. He slammed the ribbed silicone dick into her greedy pussy over and over whilst the vibrator continued to buzz.

Finally, like a dam breaking, Isabella’s body convulsed in a powerful orgasm. Professor Tasgonne ripped the tape off her mouth and Isabella spat out her saliva-soaked panties, moaning as she came. She panted with her tongue out, eyes rolled to the back of her head, barely conscious, letting ecstasy momentarily consume her.

When the moment had passed, Isabella looked up sheepishly at Professor Tasgonne’s stern, yet satisfied, face.

“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear. When I said that this body belongs to me, that means that you only cum when I give you permission, you fucking whore. As punishment, I’m going to leave you like this all night – cunt and ass stuffed like a worthless slut. There are fresh batteries in the vibrator, so it won’t run out of juice.”

The professor grabbed Isabella’s free leg and taped her thighs together, sandwiching the vibrator firmly against her over-sensitive clit. He fiddled with her laptop, starting a video call with himself, and aimed the webcam at Isabella’s lewd display.

“And you can’t cum. I’ll be able to see if you do, and I’ll make you regret it. See you in the morning.”

Professor Tasgonne left Isabella in her dorm, closing the door behind him. A sadistic smile lingered on his face all the way to the exit of the Everleigh Wing.

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