"Can you let me out now? I think I've had enough of this," Becky requested, for thrilling as it was, any decent girl could ask no less.

"What!" shouted Rory, still chugging Becky's hair. "But I thought you wanted to earn a pass. You need to test this out to do that."

"I've tested it! Now let me go. If you don't - if you try anything funny, so help me, I'll be going to the cops!"

Laughing at the suggestion, Rory did indeed let Becky go, but only the grip on her hair. Moving behind her, the noted historian and expert on medieval torture ran his hand lightly down the flawless canvass of Becky's back. He reached Becky's skirt and lifted it up, resting it again on her back so that her ass and snatch were bared. He ran a finger down her crack, prodded the pucker that immediately clenched then moved on to the pussy that slurped the finger up, sucking it in to the moist vaginal flesh.

"And how do you think that conversation will go?" Rory asked as he rubbed Becky's clit, giving intense pleasure with his action and stark reality with his words. "You come to my house dressed like a cheap hooker; you proposition me then take off your clothes to show me your tits and your ass and your juicy little cunt that's whorishly shaved; you ask me to fuck you; then you agree to try out this piece of equipment. I'm a healthy man in his prime with normal passions, and you're a very attractive young woman of legal age - what crime is being committed here? And anyway, what would you tell all your friends and that young man you mentioned when the story gets out, which it undoubtedly would if you cried foul to the authorities? Can you imagine the headlines? Can you imagine telling your story in court? You'd be a laughing stock... So enough of the threats - they're as empty as your head."

Becky felt her guts churn. Fletcher was right - she would never dream of letting any of this come out. Gus would dump her - she'd be branded a slag - her reputation would be torn to shreds. She was trapped, in more ways than one, and would have to make the best of it. And it wasn't all bad, for despite her concern over her vulnerable position, that finger rubbing her clit felt incredibly good, expertly massaging a spot that made her whole body tingle in a way that Gus never could. And the sense of helplessness wasn't really so bad - if anything Becky found it a serious turn on, although she had no intensions of admitting to such.

"So... what exactly are you going to do?" Becky asked, fighting back her fears and the lusty groan that threatened to escape her mouth.

Carrying on the deftly work on Becky's clit, Rory outlined his proposition. "I'm going to give you the option of leaving now, or staying here to test out the pillory properly. I'm also going to fuck you, but only when you beg me to."

"Beg you!"

"Oh yes - you're going to beg me. Don't worry - they'll be no penetrative sex without consent."

Becky snorted in derision at his arrogance. If she had any doubts about how to proceed, Fletcher had just made her resolve all the stronger. There was no way on earth she would beg for a fuck - not even from a man with such a beautiful big cock. "You promise?" she hissed.

"If it makes you happier, then yes, I promise."

"You could be lying."

Rory snorted in amusement. "That's the first bit of intelligence you've displayed all evening. I've got my finger in your cunt and my cock's chomping at the bit to get in there instead, so of course I could be lying... but I'm not. If I wanted to forcefully take you then I could do so right now - you're perfectly positioned. But instead I'll let you go if you want."

"But I still fail the course?"

"Yes, though let's say you now have a straight D for showing willing and taking an interest in the pillory, but for a better grade, you have to go through some other tests."

"I've tested it! It works fine. What more can I do?"

"Experience it more fully, appreciate the indignity" replied Rory as he continued to finger Becky's pussy without any protest from the violated woman.

"Indignity?" asked Becky, who was already feeling plenty, mainly over herself and the pleasure she was taking.

"Oh yes. You see the actual pillories were set in public places so everyone could see the criminal's shame. Humiliation was the main punishment rather than the physical discomfort of being held in the pillory for a couple of hours. So to move your grade up to a D plus, we should do something to enhance the experience for you and make the test more real. After that, if you're still willing, we can work progressively upwards using a different type of pillory test. B grade would be the limit. That in itself would be suspicious, but I'm sure I could swing it - that dithering old fool Allis, as you so politely named him, would accept it if I pressed him. So what do you say, Miss Paterson? Are you prepared to stay in the bondage and try for the B that you came here for?"

"You'll let me go at any time if I ask you to?" asked Becky, her mind a mist, her pussy a drizzling mass of yearning.

"You have my word."

"Then fine. I agree."