Trapped in the Shower:  A Higher Learning Story
By The Timid Freshman
Boy-toy Evan is dragged into the shower by his dominating mistress, and given a deep cleaning he'll never forget!


It was the second morning of what would prove to be the longest week of Evan
Evan's life. The night before last, he had been abducted by three female
professors from Empire State University, where Evan had just arrived as an
incoming and unsuspecting freshman. The three beautiful women had attacked him
outside of his dorm late at night. They had taken him by surprise by creeping
up on him like a gang of buxom ninjas, staying invisible by hiding in his
blind spot. Then, out of nowhere, Evan had been taken down fast with a karate
kick to the stomach. This had the effect of doubling him over so that he would
not be able to see his attackers as they further incapacitated him. It also
took his breath away so that he couldn't cry out for help. As he collapsed to
the ground, struggling for breath, they had easily overpowered him, and had
him bound, hooded, and gagged in a matter of seconds. The attack had come out
the shadows, and Evan was stunned and overwhelmed; he felt as if he had been
attacked by a gang of unseen assailants at least twice the size of the
individual women, and in a group at least twice as big—so skilled was their
coordinated and crippling attack.

Within minutes they had carried him to a large, windowless van, which they had
unceremoniously tossed him into before jumping in themselves and speeding away
from the campus. Two of the women had then proceeded to strip him completely
naked, cutting his clothes away with pairs of scissors. Only when he was
completely nude and shaking with fear did the women remove the hood they had
placed over his head, finally revealing themselves to him. It was then that he
realized that he had in fact been kidnapped by three of the most beautiful
women he had ever met; the professors of Women's Studies at the university.

Angela Morrigan, the ringleader of the whole operation, was a tall, busty
blonde with sparkling green eyes. She was the professor of Modern and
Post-Modern Feminism, and she also happened to be Evan's academic adviser.
Only that afternoon he had met her for the first time, as a beginning college
student seeking to fill the schedule for his first semester away from home.
Evan had been instantly enthralled by her mature, smoking beauty. As he sat in
her small office, mesmerized by her ample bosom, which was barely contained by
a skin-tight, cream-coloured sweater, she had suggested a few different
electives for Evan to take his freshman year: Introduction to Feminism, A
Survey of Lesbian Literature, or Adult Sexuality 101. Evan had turned down
each suggestion in turn, having no interest in feminism, and morally objecting
to Lesbian Studies. As for Adult Sexuality, he was much too shy and naive to
even consider taking such a course. "I don't think my mom would approve of
that," he had said, self-consciously. When he was thirteen, his parents had
told him about the missionary position, and as far as he was concerned, that
was all he needed to know about sex between two happily married heterosexual
people.

But Evan's narrow-mindedness had offended Angela. In her opinion (which was
the only opinion that mattered around here), college was a place to grow and
expand one's horizons; to be exposed to new ideas and to open one's mind. But
unfortunately, Evan was still stuck in his close-minded, conservative,
sheltered southern upbringing. Right then and there, Angela decided that it
was her duty to educate this young man about real women, whether he wanted it
or not. Bending over her desk and giving Evan a wide-eyed view at her
considerable cleavage, she had given him a piece of paper to sign, telling him
it was for a teacher's aide position that would count as his elective.
Entranced by the sight of her heaving bosom and the smell of her intoxicating
perfume, Evan had signed the paper without reading it or even thinking. Angela
had counted on this, for what she had given Evan to sign was in fact a slave
contract. By signing the form, the naive eighteen-year old freshman had signed
his life over to this sexy 45-year old cougar. He was her property now, and
she was going to enjoy breaking him in.

After Evan had left her office, Angela had rung up two of her colleagues:
Veronica Raven, the voluptuous, big-breasted, olive-skinned professor of
Sexuality, and Leia Lane, the stunning, athletic, bi-sexual professor of
Lesbian Studies. The two professors jumped at the chance to inaugurate this
innocent young boy into a world of female domination, and besides, this was
just the right opportunity to conduct some sexy experiments they had been
planning for some time. And so, in that moment, Evan's fate was sealed. His
life would never be the same again.

After snatching him away from campus and spiriting him away to Veronica's
house in the country, which was far enough away from everything else that no
one would hear his screams for help, the women had secured Evan in an outdoor
shower in Veronica's courtyard. After strapping him down, they had roughly
scrubbed his body clean, after giving him a succession of intense and
humiliating high-pressure enemas to clean him out on the inside as well. After
that, when he was thoroughly cleaned, but completely exhausted and on the
verge of unconsciousness, Leia Lane, ignoring his feeble protests, had shaved
his crotch, leaving his genitals completely hairless and bare. When she had
finished, she applied a cooling lotion to the shaved area, and finally she
masturbated him to orgasm, collecting his semen in a test tube for further
analysis. Unfortunately for Evan, he had been too traumatized and exhausted to
fully enjoy this small bit of kindness, and he soon fell into a fitful
slumber, after being dragged inside and tied down spread-eagled onto an
upstairs bed, his arms and legs secured tightly to the bedposts.

The next morning, his sexy female abductors, dressed in nothing but revealing
lacy lingerie, had shocked him awake with a bucket of ice water to the face,
followed up quickly by another freezing bucket of water to the crotch, which
had had the immediate effect of both wilting his morning wood and then
shrinking his flaccid penis, which the three beautiful professors wasted no
time in ridiculing him for. For the rest of the day, the women had subjected
him to various types of female domination, breaking his will and humiliating
him, while giving him increasingly confusing feelings relating to his sexual
arousal. As he lay secured to the bed, unable to move, the women took turns
playing with him and fondling him. His training was a stick-and-carrot affair,
with the tantalizing promise of sexual pleasure for good behavior, but painful
ball-busting or spanking the result of bad behavior. Early in the morning, for
example, Evan had attempted to escape, taking advantage of a trip to the
bathroom to try and run for it. Of course, his attempt was easily thwarted by
his female captors. His reward had been a brutal bare-handed spanking,
delivered by all three women as they sat on his legs and back, pinning him
face down to his mattress, still drenched in the icy water they had used to
snap him out of his slumber. In the middle of the spanking, which in spite of
the pain was beginning to inexplicably turn him on, one of the women had
anally penetrated him, inserting her gloved and lubricated finger deep inside
him. Within moments she had found his prostate and was milking it vigorously,
pressing and squeezing it until he involuntarily climaxed, cumming all over
the wet sheets underneath him. He had then been dragged off the bed by his
ankles, forced to his knees, and had his face shoved in his own semen. Angela
ordered him to lick it up, and when he refused, Veronica had grabbed his balls
and squeezed them hard, causing him an immense amount of pain. Finally, Evan
had succumbed, licking the salty stain clean, just to make the pain in his
balls stop. The experience was so traumatic that he would not even consider
trying to escape again. Before long, he would be conditioned to the point that
he would never even consider disobeying a woman ever again.

For the next sixteen hours he ran the gamut of sensations and emotions, from
pain to pleasure, from humiliation and shame to intense sexual desire. He had
even had a few more orgasms, the first one given to him accidentally in the
shower by Angela. She had been standing directly in front of him, her glorious
ass pressing against his erect penis as she guided his fingers over her
clitoris, forcing him to masturbate her to orgasm. When she finally came, she
rocked her hips back and forth, causing her soapy, slippery butt cheeks to rub
sensuously against Evan's boner, which was lying in-between her buns like a
hot dog. He hadn't been able to keep himself from spilling his seed onto her
back from the friction, and Angela had spun around immediately, punishing him
for his lack of control by once again squeezing his balls mercilessly. "You
made a mess on me," she scolded, her eyes narrowed, her hand compressing his
sensitive scrotum.

Evan's hand instinctively went for hers, but she only increased the pressure.
"Don't even think about it," she warned, and Evan had no choice but to began
apologizing profusely for the offense, tears welling in his eyes from the
pain. When Angela finally let go of his nutsack, he sank to his knees, moaning
in pain from the severe ball busting. Evan tearfully begged for her
forgiveness, and in response, Angela had promised to teach him to control his
orgasms. That afternoon, she had subjected him to an orgasm training session,
but once again, he was unable to control himself, and came all over her hands
as she stroked his penis. And so, once again, Angela punished him by squeezing
his balls painfully, and then she left him suffering in his bed.

Many more things happened to Evan that day, but eventually, after what seemed
like the longest day of his life, the three women had locked his ankles and
wrists behind his back in four-point restraints before turning out the lights,
locking him in the room, and leaving him to fall into a fitful slumber. It had
been very difficult falling asleep, having to lie on his side the entire time,
his limbs immobile. Finally, however, he managed to drift off into a troubled
slumber. During the night, he had several nightmares about being raped, only
to awaken in a cold sweat, remembering he still had his virginity before
falling asleep again. Angela had promised him when they first captured him
that he would be allowed to hold on to his virginity, but when the other women
were gone, Veronica had whispered threats of rape into his ear. He sincerely
hoped that Angela would be able to keep Veronica from stealing from him what
he would never be able to get back again.

He had managed to fall back asleep early in the morning, and it was during
this cycle that he was dragged out of bed by his penis.

Evan was shocked awake by an intense, painful tugging sensation in his groin.
He barely had time to register what was happening and to cry out in pain
before he was rolling out of the bed and onto the floor, which of course
intensified the pulling sensation, and therefore the pain being inflicted upon
his sensitive member.

Veronica was leaning over him, her dark hair swept behind her back, a silken
robe wrapped tightly around her curvaceous body, and a cruel smile on her
face. Looking down, Evan was horrified to discover that her right hand was
wrapped tightly around his flaccid member in a vise-like grip, and it felt
like she was squeezing the life out of it. He gasped in pain and disbelief,
not fully understanding what was happening.

"Get up," she ordered, yanking hard on his penis. Once again Evan cried out as
he struggled to get to his feet (no small task, as his hands were still
secured behind his back). It felt like Veronica was about to rip his dick
clean off. She was squeezing it so hard! As he managed to get his feet
underneath him, he could feel the telltale tingling sensation that told him
Veronica was restricting the blood flow to his organ. His limp dick was
actually falling asleep in her iron grip!

"Shower time," she grinned, as soon as he had managed a weak stance, she
turned around and marched, not towards the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom,
but instead out the bedroom door. She kept a firm grip on his manhood the
entire time, pulling him out of the room behind her. Forced to stumble after
her, he did his best not to fall down again. Unable to use his arms to
balance, with the shackles on his ankles further restricting his movement, it
was all he could do to keep up with Veronica as she dragged him down the
hallway by his cock. He shuffled after her as quickly as he could, trying to
keep from falling behind. The constant compression of his tingling limp member
was bad enough; he didn't think he could take it being yanked again!

Finally, they reached their destination. Veronica pulled Evan into a large
bathroom at the end of the hallway, closing and locking the door behind him.
If he hadn't been being led around by his dick by a fearsome and beautiful
dominating older woman, he would have taken the time to admire the massive
bathroom. It was incredibly luxurious, from the marble counter tops to the
colourful mosaic of the floor tiles. Altogether, it was much nicer than the
bathroom in his room. But most impressive of all was the massive walk-in
shower that took up about half of the room. The shower was state-of-the art,
with a detachable, multi-setting showerhead, and hundreds of tiny jets
positioned all over the walls, floor, and ceiling, capable of spraying water
in all directions and delivering a truly immersive shower experience. It was
through this shower's door that Veronica dragged him, only letting go of his
bruised, throbbing penis when she had positioned him roughly in the middle of
the huge room within a room, standing just in front of a soap-on-a-rope that
hung, gently swaying, directly behind his involuntarily clenched buttocks.

Evan breathed a huge sigh of relief when Veronica released his penis; after
the last thirty seconds, it felt wonderful to have the pressure off of his
dick. It prickled uncomfortably as the blood flowed back into it, but at least
Veronica wasn't threatening to pull it off anymore. She was instead kneeling
down, busying herself at Evan's feet, and unhooking the chain that connected
his ankle shackles. She ran the chain through a small metal loop embedded in
the shower floor, and then re-connected it to his ankles. The result was that
he was essentially chained to the floor of the shower, with only inches to
move in any given direction.

"How do you like my home?" Veronica asked playfully as she stood up. For the
first time Evan was free to admire her in her silky robe, the slick material
giving a tantalizing sheen to her smooth, dangerous curves. She continued
talking as she walked over to the wall on Evan's right. "You know, most
dominatrixes only have a dungeon, but I prefer to stash toys all over the
house." As she spoke, she reached up and took hold of a black hook that was
protruding out a small hole in the wall. As she pulled it out of the wall,
Evan saw that it was attached to a retracting bungee cord, wound up inside the
wall. He could tell that it was set to give off a good bit of resistance as
Veronica pulled it towards him. With both hands she pulled it behind Evan's
back and fastened it to the shackle around his right wrist. The retracting
cord pulled on his wrist, pulling it towards the wall as far as the four-point
restraints would allow. "For example," she continued, winking at Evan, "this
shower is rigged up for all kinds of fun, as you can clearly see." Veronica
strode to the opposite wall, where an identical hook was sticking out of the
wall. She repeated the process, fastening this hook to the shackle that bound
Evan's left wrist. The bungees were now pulling his arms in opposite
directions equally. Finally Veronica walked behind Evan, and disconnected the
chains that bound his wrist shackles together, and the ones binding them to
his ankle shackles. As the chains fell to the floor with a clinking sound, the
bungees retracted into the wall as far as they could, pulling Evan's arms
along with them. The result was that his arms were forcibly spread out and
upwards in opposite directions, restricting his movement even further. The
only thing he could do now was to lean back or lean forward, or twist and
rotate his hips a bit. Otherwise, he was completely immobile.

Walking around Evan, Veronica stood in front of him. "It's so much more fun
this way, you see," she smiled. "This way we can play with you in any room we
please." As she spoke, she opened her robe, slinking out of it to reveal her
completely naked body to him.

Evan was speechless; in complete awe. He had already seen her magnificent
breasts the day before, when she had lowered her nipples into his mouth and
fed him her sweet breast milk, the only source of sustenance he was to be
allowed for as long as he remained under these women's "care." Never before
had Evan seen such enormous, perfect breasts. They were, in fact, the first
breasts he had ever seen in person, but they were even more amazing then the
breasts of the actresses he had seen after sneaking into R-rated movies. But
now, he was witness not only to Veronica's astonishing bosom, but to her
entire glorious body, graceful and voluptuous, her treacherous curves
disguising the tightly coiled muscles underneath. Her legs were strong and
shapely, her hips perfectly rounded, and her tummy flat and smooth, with the
barest hint of a six-pack hiding just out of sight. Her dark bush was trimmed
neatly in a perfect upside-down triangle, as if pointing right towards what
Evan feared the most--her dominating pussy. She had already whispered threats
of rape into his ears; Evan was terrified of losing his virginity, especially
to this powerful Amazonian goddess, who terrified him more than anyone he had
ever met in his life.

And yet, as he took in her incredible naked form, he could not stop his penis
from rocketing to full attention. It was as if it had a mind of its own, and
captivated by Veronica's naked beauty, it soared to full, throbbing erection.
"Hmmm," said Veronica, smiling at his brand-new boner while absentmindedly
rubbing her left breast. "I had a feeling that would get your motor going." As
she spoke, she rolled her engorged nipple between her thumb and forefinger,
causing tiny droplets of breast milk to leak out. Evan hungrily watched as the
milk tantalizingly fell to the shower floor, craving another taste. She
laughed at his reactions as she tossed the robe out of the shower and closed
the door, trapping him inside with her.

She turned the showerhead on, and a spray of warm water immediately began to
pummel Evan's chest. His pulse pounded as he watched her slowly prowl around
the shower; an expert huntress stalking her prey. Veronica predatorily circled
her quarry, getting closer to Evan each time, until she was mere inches away
from him. He could feel her hot breath in his ear, and her enormous breasts
were pressing against his back.

And then she asked him the most bizarre question he'd ever been asked.

"Have you ever been forced to pee?" she whispered into his ear.

"Wh-What?" Evan stammered, completely baffled by her question.

Veronica began circling him again, her fingers trailing absent-mindedly across
his shaking body, her eyes locked on his trembling boner. "I'm told it's the
most fascinating sensation," she purred. "Not quite pleasure, not quite pain;
something in between, or both at the same time. It only works on boys, of
course," she continued. "It's a result of over-stimulation of the nerve
endings in the tip of the erect male penis. Your body gets confused. It
doesn't understand what's happening to it. But the stimulation becomes so
overwhelming that it has to find some kind of release, and more often then
not, it's urination--especially if it's been a while since you used the
restroom. Now, isn't that interesting?"

"Um, I guess..." Evan mumbled, not liking where this was going at all. He had
already been "assisted" by Angela in the restroom the day before, his hands
bound behind his back while she had held his penis for him so that he could
take a piss. Of course, the sensation of her cool fingertips touching his
member had quickly sent it into a state of erection, so Angela and Leia had
agonizingly twisted his nipples until the pain had caused him to go flaccid,
allowing him to pee into the toilet bowl, Angela aiming his flow the entire
time. It was incredibly painful and humiliating, and he had no wish to repeat
the experience. But in this house, his wishes counted for naught. He was
totally at the whims of these beautiful and sadistic women, and Veronica was
going to do whatever she wanted with him. There was nothing he could do to
stop her.

"Let's test it out, shall we?" she smiled, and walked over to the showerhead.

"No...please..." he begged, but Veronica only laughed.

"Begging is useless, Sweetie," she smiled as she reached for the showerhead.
"You're only going to turn me on, and that's the last thing you want, I
think."

Evan remembered Veronica's threats of raping away his virginity, and clammed
up quickly "Good boy," she smiled, and began cycling through the settings on
the shower-head. "This should work marvelously on you, seeing as you haven't
had a chance to pee since going to bed last night." As she spoke, the spray
against Evan's chest became more focused, until it was finally nothing more
than a laser-like pinpoint needle of water, pounding away at just one tiny
spot on his torso. But this was not Veronica's intended target. Slowly she
began to adjust the shower-head itself, aiming the line of water down his
body, until she focused it squarely on the tip of his erect penis.

She was right about one thing. The sensation was incredibly overwhelming, like
plugging his dick into an electric socket. Evan was unable to stop himself
from involuntarily twisting his hips, moving his penis out of the way of the
pummeling beam of water.

"Oh, we're defiant today, aren't we?" Veronica smiled. She walked behind Evan,
sidling up to his back so that her soft, massive breasts once again pressed
against his shoulder blades. Reaching around him, she took his erect penis in
her left hand, and moved it back into the line of fire, holding it squarely in
the path of the water jet, so that it pummeled the tip of his dick, right
above the eye.

Evan moaned in--discomfort? Pleasure? Pain? He didn't know what he was
feeling; all he knew was that he was feeling too much of it. He felt like his
nerve endings were on fire, overloading with sensation. And if that wasn't bad
enough, Veronica took the hanging bar of soap in her right hand, soaping up
her fingers. She then reached around Evan's body and began to roughly rub and
pinch the underside of the tip of his penis with her slippery fingertips,
increasing the sensation. It was too much for Evan to handle; never before had
any part of his body been stimulated to this degree, or in this manner. He
thought he was going to black out from the over stimulation, when suddenly he
felt a familiar sensation. He looked down, and sure enough, short jets of
golden urine were spurting out of his erect penis, landing on the shower floor
and being washed down the drain.

It was the most bizarre thing he had ever experienced. Veronica kept this up
for several seconds, laughing and encouraging him to continue to pee. "Come
on, Tiger!" she laughed, as his penis shot the golden fluid out like a water
gun. "One more squirt for Mommy!" Finally, after a few more jets of urine
escaped his penis, the urge to urinate subsided, and the flow ceased. When the
last drop of urine had squirted out of him, Veronica finally let go of his
penis. Reflexively, his hips twisted away from the focused beam of water, and
his chest just rose and fall as he breathed heavy sighs of relief.

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" Veronica chuckled, coming out from behind
Evan and standing before him, smiling at his obvious fear and discomfort. "But
now it's time for the fun to really begin," she purred. Turning and reaching
towards a shelf in the shower wall, Veronica retrieved a gauzy purple shower
sponge and a bottle of lavender-scented body wash. Slowly and deliberately,
she poured the creamy liquid soap onto the sponge and began to lather it up.
Evan thought that she was getting ready to wash his body; after all, on the
previous morning Angela had completely washed his body before forcing him to
wash hers. But once again, Evan was mistaken.

Veronica began to wash her own glorious form, sighing in satisfaction as she
rubbed the soapy sponge all over her skin. She closed her eyes and smiled as
she bathed herself, moaning erotically as she massaged the soap into her
massive breasts, fondling and squeezing them as she did so. Evan couldn't take
his eyes off of her. It was torture for him, and Veronica knew it, and
relished every minute of it. She giggled as she slipped her hand between her
legs, rubbing her soap-covered thighs together as she played with herself.
Evan's entire body was trembling; never had he seen anything this incredible;
never had he been this turned on. His boner throbbed with desire. Finally,
when Veronica was completely lathered in soap bubbles from neck to toe, did
she approach young Evan.

And then she did something that Evan did not expect. Rather than bathe him
with her hands, she began to rub and grind up against him, using her own soapy
body to soap his up. She used her breasts most of all, pulling his face down
and burying it between them, and then she rubbed them all over his chest and
stomach, shimmying up and down his body, her hands rubbing his back and
squeezing his buttocks as she did so. Evan's head was spinning as she danced
her strange and erotic shower dance, her soft, soapy breasts massaging him all
over, covering his body with soap suds. As she bathed him with her breasts,
she hooked his legs one at a time with her own, running her calves up and down
the backs of his.

Finally, she finished his front and moved behind him, doing the same to his
back. Evan gulped and swallowed hard as she rubbed her soapy breasts all over
his shoulders and lower back, using them to give him one of the most thorough
cleanings he had ever experienced. When she was finished, she backed away for
a few seconds.

Suddenly, Evan gasped in surprise as he felt something smooth and rounded
being pressed between his butt cheeks. Veronica was slipping the
soap-on-a-rope into his crack! Slowly, she slid it up and down the length of
his crevice, soaping up his taint first, playfully nudging his balls with the
bar before sliding it up and down every last inch between his cheeks. But she
didn't stop there. As Evan continued to gasp in surprise, Veronica gently
pushed it in further, pressing in deep into his anus. Within seconds she had
pushed the entire bar of soap into his ass, with only the rope it was
connected to sticking out! Evan could not lose his erection now even if he
wanted to, for the soap was pressing firmly against his prostate, keeping his
penis rock-hard and rigid.

Which, as it turns out, was exactly was Veronica was aiming for. Circling back
around him and standing directly in front of him, she smiled at him with an
evil, seductive smile. "Time to get that dirty little dick nice and clean,"
she purred. Slowly, she sank to her knees, and within moments Evan felt the
most amazing sensation he had ever experienced. Veronica was pressing his
stiff penis in-between her massive, soapy breasts! She then began to move them
up and down, pressing them together so that his member was completely
enveloped by her soft, soapy bosom. She was effectively forcing him to make
love to her breasts now as she used them to get him off, rubbing the length of
his member up and down between them.

Evan's penis was overloaded with pleasure. It tingled intensely, and he began
to feel the waves of warmth that he knew preceded an orgasm. He struggled to
hold it in, remembering how Angela had squeezed his balls when he shot his
load on her lower back. But it was no use. Veronica's treacherous breasts were
pleasuring him like he had never been pleasured before, and he simply could
not control himself. Before long he was climaxing, and shooting gobs of hot
white semen all over her boobs.

"I'm sorry!" he gasped, his body simultaneously racked with fear and orgasmic
pleasure. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Please don't hurt me!"

"Hurt you?" answered Veronica as she slowly stood up. "Hurt you? Not in the
way you think, kiddo. Do you have any idea how hot that was?" She was
breathing heavily, and massaging his cum into her breasts with her hands. "I
just love it when a boy cums all over my tits! But you did make a big mistake,
Honey. I warned you about getting me too excited, didn't I? Unfortunately for
you, your little eruption just now really turned me on. And so, I'm afraid I'm
going to have to rape you now."

Evan's heart stopped. "No!" he protested, tears welling up in his eyes. "No!
Please, please, Miss Raven, don't, please! I'll do anything! Anything you
want! Just please don't rape me!" He was beginning to sob, but his tears were
only making Veronica more aroused.

"I'm not leaving this shower without an orgasm," Veronica said, her silky, low
voice steely with resolve. "And you're not leaving without giving me one. One
way or another, you're getting me off this morning."

"I could use my hand!" Evan protested. "Like Miss Morrigan had me do
yesterday!"

"Hmm," Veronica responded, appearing to think it over. "Nah," she smiled,
shaking her head. "No dice. I like you too much tied up."

Evan began to sob uncontrollably, racked with terror and guilt and anger and
sorrow, mourning the inevitable loss of his virginity. It was only when
Veronica cruelly slapped his face that he stopped, staring at her with
wide-eyed shock.

"You've only got one chance," she said, reaching down and grabbing his dick
for emphasis. "One chance to hold on to your innocence for another day. Are
you paying attention, little man?"

"Y-Yes ma'am!" he hiccupped, his voice shaking.

"Good boy," Veronica smiled, and she began to gently knead his semi-stiff cock
with her fingertips. "I'll give you two choices. You can lose your virginity,
right here, right now..." She paused for a moment, letting the threat sink in,
before finishing. "Or," she continued, "you can eat my pussy."

Evan's face fell. He hadn't expected this. He had never given much thought to
oral sex; the idea of cunnilingus was foreign and frightening to him, and not
appealing in the slightest. It was a bizarre act, he believed, only practiced
by deviants and perverts, and maybe the French. He had vowed never to perform
the act, even for whatever woman he wound up marrying; a promise to himself
that he was now being pressured into breaking.

"I-I-I c-can't," he stammered.

"Have it your way," Veronica shrugged, and placing her hands on his shoulders,
she prepared to mount and straddle him.

"NO!" he cried. "Don't! I just--I mean, I-I don't think--I don't know if I can
do it!" he finally managed to spit out.

"Well, you'd better try your best, Bucko," said Veronica, "Or your virginity
is mine."

Evan took a deep breath. "Okay," he said, his entire body shaking with fear.
"Okay. I'll do it."

"That's what I like to hear," Veronica smiled. "Don't worry, Sweetie. It'll
all be over soon." And with that, she walked around his body, taking the rope
that was trailing out of his ass in her hand. Slowly she pulled the soap out
of his rectum, and he sighed as she slipped it out. Once it was hanging behind
him, completely out of his anus, she walked over to the showerhead and flipped
a switch. The water that had been streaming out of it suddenly ceased, and
immediately thereafter, the hundreds of tiny jets in the shower walls, floor,
and ceiling came to life, spraying water in all directions. It was as if they
were caught in a rainfall, with the rain coming from everywhere. As the spray
of water rinsed the soap off of their bodies, Veronica prowled back towards
Evan, her soft feet padding across the shower floor, interrupting the upward
flow of the water jets. The soap ran off her body in rivulets, spiraling down
the drain. When she had finally stopped directly in front of him, rinsed
completely clean, her body glistening in the water, she reached up, taking
hold of two metal bars that were embedded in the shower's ceiling. With an
amazing display of upper-body and abdominal strength that impressed Evan
despite his fear, she lifted her body up off the floor, curled her hips
upward, and draped her legs around Evan's neck.

Evan's breath was hard and ragged. Never before had he been this close to a
woman's vagina before. Never before had he been so frightened. He had never
even seen what Veronica was showing him now; not in a magazine, or a movie, or
anything. He had only heard it clinically described in sex education classes,
and now he was about to experience it in the most intimate way possible.

"Going down," Veronica said flirtatiously and suggestively, and letting go of
the metal bars one at a time, she took hold of the bungee cords that stretched
Evan's arms out towards the shower walls.

The added weight of Veronica's body was enough to pull the bungees further
out, but they were set with enough resistance so that they extended gradually,
allowing Veronica to basically ride Evan all the way down to the floor. He
felt himself slowly pitching backwards, unable to do anything about it, the
sense of drawn-out vertigo frightfully stimulating. Finally, he was lying flat
on his back, his wrists being pulled upwards towards the shower walls,
Veronica straddling his face.

One by one, she unhooked his wrist cuffs from the bungee cords, allowing them
to snap back up into the shower walls. He was now pinned to the wet floor,
with nothing else pulling him back up. His hands free, he instinctively took
hold of Veronica's full, smooth thighs. She let him touch her, obviously
enjoying his submissive position. "Moment of truth time," she chuckled, and
without further ado, she shoved her pelvis forward, clamping her labia right
over his mouth, like some bizarre kiss.

It was the most surreal moment of Evan's life. Her pussy was hot and wet
against his face, as the warm water from the shower ran in tiny rivulets down
her stomach and across his nose. He had expected an odd smell, but his nose
only registered the faint lavender scent of Veronica's body wash. Her body
filled his field of vision; directly in front of his eyes was her neatly
trimmed triangle, pointing directly at him. Beyond that he could see her
smooth tummy, and her tiny belly button piercing. Beyond that, all he could
see were her massive breasts, hanging over him like two heavy, flesh-coloured
clouds, blocking everything above or beyond them from view. It was a
terrifying and magnificent sight, and he could not help but marvel at it in
silence.

Suddenly, Veronica addressed him in a mildly amused tone, snapping him back to
reality. He could hear her disembodied voice coming from beyond her breasts.
"Are you going to start licking me?" she asked. "Or am I going to have to take
this party south?"

The fear of rape bringing his attention back to the task at hand, Evan stuck
out his tongue and began to frantically lap at his dominating mistress's
nether regions. As her lips slowly parted to accommodate him, he plunged his
tongue deeper inside her, probing the depths of her vagina, tonguing, licking,
and sucking her for all he was worth. Her juices began to flow freely, leaking
out onto Evan's face and mixing with the water from the shower.

"Oh, my!" said Veronica, her tone of voice shifting from threatened amusement
to pleasant surprise. She wiggled her hips, thrusting them forward, grinding
her pussy further into his face. "You're a natural, boy! I think I've unlocked
a hidden talent!"

Encouraged by her enjoyment, Evan redoubled his efforts, swirling his tongue
in circles, rubbing his lips over hers, kissing and sucking, stimulating her
clitoris with his nose, then licking it rapidly. Veronica's entire body began
to tremble, and as she giggled in pleasure, she reached down and took his
hands in her own, sliding them back over her thighs and onto her gyrating
buttocks. Evan dared to squeeze her buns, pulling her closer to his face. For
her part, Veronica seized his head in her hands and pulled him closer to her
as well, continuing to grind against him. Her giggles had turned into
increasing moans of pleasure as she rode Evan's face, experiencing unexpected
heights of sexual excitement. As he continued to devour her sex, he could feel
her pulsing against him, her vaginal muscles contracting and relaxing and
contracting again around his tongue, faster and faster. Her sensuous moans
gave way to cries of rapture, and as she bucked, she squeezed his head between
her thighs. Finally, she threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy, her
entire body shaking, her ample bosom heaving, her stomach undulating, her
pussy grinding against Evan's face, her thighs pressing against his head. For
several seconds she continued to climax, her breath coming in gasps, her fists
clenched around handfuls of Evan's hair.

Finally, as Veronica's orgasm slowly abated, she let go of Evan's head and
backed off of his face. Her legs shaking, she dismounted him and backed away,
leaning against the shower wall, breathing heavily. Evan lay on the floor of
the shower, himself completely spent, gasping for breath, his heart pounding.

For several seconds neither of them spoke. They simply rested quietly,
allowing the spray of the shower to wash over them. Evan was grateful for the
downfall of water as it washed Veronica's juices off of his reddened face. He
was too tired to move.

Finally, Veronica broke the silence. "You..." she said, "were amazing."

Evan turned his head and looked at her, meeting her gaze. She was smiling at
him, and it was not a cruel or predatory smile like before. She seemed
genuinely pleased with him, and for once, she was not taking a threatening
position over him. Evan managed a weak smile of his own. At least for this one
moment, his fear of her had slightly evaporated. He felt strangely close to
his attacker, and strangely proud of himself for impressing her so much.

"Thanks," he responded, his chest rising and falling as he breathed deeply.

"You've never done that before?" she asked in disbelief.

Evan shook his head. "Never," he answered. He almost told her that he'd never
even had a girlfriend, or been on a serious date, but ultimately decided that
it would be wiser if he gave away as little information as possible. Even
though he was experiencing a moment of respite for now, this woman still held
incredible power over him. He was still her captive, and who knew what would
happen when her carnal appetites once more overcame her?

"Well," Veronica sighed, bringing Evan back to the moment. "If I didn't know
any better I'd say you were a liar. I don't think I've ever been eaten out
like that before, and I've been eaten out a lot, trust me. I'd say you've
found a purpose in this world. You're going to make a lot of women very happy
with that talent, young man." Evan swallowed hard, wondering at the hidden
subtext behind that statement. "In fact," she continued. "You've made me so
happy this morning, I think I'll give you a chance to earn your freedom
tonight."

Evan's heart leapt, and his countenance brightened. "Really?" he asked
hopefully. Could she be serious? Could he really be free from this erotic
nightmare tonight? Could he escape with his virginity intact?

"Oh, yes," she answered him, crawling over to his prostate body on her hands
and knees. She leaned over him, and her pendulous breasts rested on his chest.
"After a performance like that, I'd say you've earned a chance to escape. At
the very least, you've earned some breakfast." And with that, she lowered her
massive mammaries into his face, inserting her erect nipple into his mouth.
Evan suckled hungrily, relishing the sweet, creamy milk as it squirted onto
his tongue. After wearing it out pleasuring his kidnapper, her rejuvenating
milk was soothing and comforting. He drank deeply from her bosom as she sighed
in contentment, gently stroking Evan's chest and stomach as he sucked her
nipple. She very much enjoyed nursing him; the sucking sensations sent
tantalizing jolts of pleasure to the nerve endings in her massive breasts, and
also sent undeniable signals to her clitoris. As Evan continued to breastfeed,
Veronica began to finger herself, stroking her love button faster and faster.
She periodically switched breasts, allowing him to drink from one, and then
the other, all the while stroking herself to a second orgasm. She took her
time with this one, allowing her pleasure to leisurely build over several
minutes. Finally, after ten minutes of breastfeeding, she silently climaxed
again, making a mental note to thank Angela again later for obtaining this
wonderful new boy-toy.

"All right," she said, pulling away from his hungry mouth. "I think that's
enough for now." Evan licked the remaining droplets of milk from his lips as
Veronica helped him to his feet. "Up we go," she said encouragingly. When he
was finally on his feet, Veronica unlocked his ankle restraints and walked him
over towards the showerhead, helping to support his weight. Reaching up with
her free hand, she retrieved the showerhead and began to press a series of
buttons, redirecting the flow of the water from the shower jets back to the
showerhead, adjusting the temperature, and setting the spray for an intense,
high-pressure jet. "Let's rinse that ass of yours out," she smiled, guiding
Evan to lean forward with his hands against the wall, his butt presented to
her. He was grateful for the coming rinse; the soapy residue was beginning to
irritate his anus.

Taking the showerhead, Veronica pressed it between his cheeks, inserting the
nozzle directly into his rectum. When it was securely inserted, she pulled the
trigger, releasing the intense flow of water into him.

As the high-powered rush of cool water surged into his body, Evan stiffened
with surprise. He had not expected it to come so fast and hard into him! He
could not deny, however, that the cool water felt wonderful as it rinsed all
the soap away. In fact, it was beginning to feel a little too good. The jet of
water was pummeling his prostate, and the pressure was causing his penis,
which had by now gone limp, to rapidly stiffen again.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Veronica asked, amusement in her voice as she
playfully twisted the nozzle back and forth in his anus.

"Yes, ma'am!" Evan answered enthusiastically, his penis tingling with
pre-coital pleasure. As the water continued to surge against his prostate, he
began to feel the all-too-familiar sensations of another impending climax.
Just like the morning before, he was getting ready to have another anal
orgasm!

Suddenly, his body was once again racked with pleasure as he was overtaken by
the pulsing sensations of climax. His rock-hard cock jerked and jumped,
shooting streams of pearly white cum against the tile of the shower wall.

"Well, what do we have here?" Veronica laughed, watching as his semen slid
down the wall of the shower towards the drain. "Looks like your little tank
has some reserves, doesn't it?"

"I guess so," Evan gasped. Veronica finally pulled the nozzle out of his ass,
playfully slapping him on the cheek as she did so. Evan shuddered as the water
began to trickle out of him. Pulling him away from the wall, Veronica stood in
front of him, massaging and pressing his stomach in order to help him expel
all the water from her impromptu, improvised enema. When he had been drained
to her satisfaction, she helped him out of the shower and wrapped herself in a
fluffy, terry-cloth bathrobe that was hanging on the wall. Next, she took an
equally fluffy towel and began to pat Evan dry, gently and almost lovingly
attending to him. Evan found himself very confused. Her attention had become
almost motherly, especially considering their continuing breastfeeding
sessions. Yet this was also the woman who had sexually tortured him,
continually threatened to rape him, and had ruthlessly used him for her own
carnal pleasure. She was being nice to him now, but Evan could not let himself
forget how truly dangerous she was.

Finally, when he was completely dry, Veronica led him back down the hallway
towards his room (by his hand this time), the chains that had bound his arms
and legs forgotten on the shower floor. Taking him back to his room, she lay
him back down on his bed, and proceeded to secure his arms and legs once more
to the bedposts, strapping him down securely. Then, when he was once again
completely immobile, she took his penis in her hand and began to caress it.
Before long she had fondled him back to full erection.

"What are you doing?" he asked her weakly.

"Seeing how much spunk you've got left in you," she answered,
matter-of-factly. She cupped his balls in her other hand and began to bobble
them up and down. "I wanna squeeze all the juice out of these nuts!" she
laughed.

Evan sighed in exhaustion. He had already ejaculated twice; he didn't think he
could pull it off a third time, and he was so tired. "Please," he sighed. "I
think I'm tapped out. You don't have to do that anymore."

Veronica glared down at him, her expression growing cold. "Are you forgetting
your place?" she said threateningly. She accentuated her question by squeezing
his balls, and her sharp fingernails dug into the sensitive skin of his
scrotum.. He winced painfully, and shook his head frantically, once again put
in his proper station, cowering in fear of this dominating diva.

"No, ma'am," he grunted, and she decreased the pressure on his nutsack,
leaving tiny half-moon marks where her fingernails had dug in. She continued
to gently squeeze his balls, though, pumping them softly as she pumped his
stiff penis in her other hand, milking him for everything he had.

"Good," she said, squeezing and pumping his shaft, cupping and pressing his
balls. "Now shut up and enjoy this before I have to gag your ungrateful ass."

Evan closed his mouth obediently, lying helpless as Veronica continued to pump
him in silence. It took much longer this time to get even close to another
orgasm; after ten minutes he was only now beginning to feel the pleasurable
tingle of impending release, even as he simultaneously felt the pain that was
coming from the skin of his cock being rubbed red and raw by Veronica's
constant stroking.

At last he had another orgasm, though it was much smaller than the last two. A
small bit of semen splashed onto Veronica's pumping fist, though the liquid
was much thinner and more colourless than it had been previously. Even so, she
did not let up, using the seminal fluid to lubricate his shaft as she
increased her speed. "Is that all you've got?" she cruelly taunted. "Come on,
sport! Give Mommy some more!" Laughing at Evan's discomfort, she switched
hands and continued to mercilessly jack him off, her fist a blur surrounding
his sore dick. Evan moaned in pain; never before had he thought that a handjob
could become this painful.

As it turned out, three ejaculations in a row was his limit. After what seemed
like an eternity of pumping, Evan's member had lost all rigidity, and had
become soft, flaccid, and bruised in the palm of Veronica's hand. After it had
become clear that his reserves were completely drained, she finally released
him. As she let him of his battered cock, Evan breathed a sigh of relief, glad
to be out of the hands of this frightening valkyrie. "Guess you're really
tapped out now," Veronica snorted as she stood up. "How pathetic."

Without a second look back at him, she strode out of the room, closing and
locking the door behind her, once again leaving Evan to suffer in his bed. He
closed his eyes and prayed for the night to come, hoping that he had what it
took to earn his freedom and escape this sexual slavery.