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Subject: "The Humiliation of Jane" (Bondage) Part Two
Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2007 12:38:39 -0800
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The Humiliation of Jane
Part Two
Jane woke up the next morning and thought that the horrors
of the night before were all just a bad dream.
"Must have been that pepperoni pizza I had for dinner,"
thought Jane, "I've got to watch what I eat a bit more."
While Jane showered she thought back and what she thought
was a very vivid dream.
"Gee, just thinking about that dream has must be getting me
horny," thought Jane, "I have an urge to suck some poor
guy's cock dry."
Jane left the shower and began to don her clothes. She
recoiled in shock when she looked in the mirror and saw the
words written backwards in her reflection, "You wish is my
command..."
"Oh my god!," thought Jane, "Maybe it wasn't a dream after
all. I KNOW I didn't have a shirt like this before. I'm
really confused about all this. Maybe the assholes in the
library drugged me last night, but there's no way that it
could have done any permanent damage to my brain. I feel
just fine. Those bastards are going to pay for what they
did to me!"
Jane left her room, intent on reporting the events of the
night before to the dean. She walked across campus and
stormed into the dean's office.
"Can I help you young lady?," said the middle-aged
secretary.
"Where is the dean?," said Jane, "I was drugged and
attacked by the library staff last night."
"Oh dear," said the secretary," That's terrible, I can't
imagine any of the library employees doing anything like
that. I'll see if the dean will see you."
The secretary buzzed the dean and relayed Jane's message to
him.
"He will see you now," said the secretary, "Just go in
through that door."
Jane entered the Dean's office, and said, "Mr. Johnson, I
was drugged and sexually assaulted by the entire library
staff last night!"
The dean looked skeptically at Jane and said, "That seems a
bit hard to believe, Miss. How exactly did they `drug'
you, and what did they do to you?"
Jane proceeded to recount the events of the night before to
the dean.
"So, according to what they told you last night, you are
now addicted to sperm, and you no longer have to will to
control your own actions?," asked the dean.
"Yes, but I think they just drugged me with something that
affected my judgement last night, I'm sure its impossible
to destroy one's free will like that."
The dean smiled and said, "I agree, it seems extremely
improbable that a drug could have such a long lasting
effect. Such a drug, if it did exist would make you
extremely vulnerable to the whims of others. I do have a
question, though. Why would you actually wear that T-shirt
that they gave you, if something like that had happened to
me, there is no way I would ever wear the shirt."
Jane looked down and noticed that she was still wearing the
T-shirt emblazoned with the words, "You wish is my
command..."
"I..I...I'm really not sure," Jane stammered. "It was
sitting on my chair and I guess in my hurry to come here, I
forgot to take it off."
The dean rubbed his chin and said, "Yes, I guess I could
understand that." His facial expression became to change a
bit. His concerned smile began to look more like a leer.
"Well Jane, there is probably only one way to see whether
the drug has affected your ability to resist other's
wishes."
"What do you mean?," asked Jane.
"Well, why don't you come over here and sit on my lap?,"
asked the dean.
"What?," shrieked Jane,"You dirty old man! How dare you
even suggest that!"
As Jane yelled at the dean, she stood up and deposited
herself on his lap.
"Well, well," said the dean, "There might be something to
this all along." He began to stroke Jane's hair and said,
"In fact, if the drug does do what they said, you're
probably ready for another `fix' of sperm." The dean
smiled and said, "I'd be glad to help you out my dear."
"No, No, NO," screamed Jane, "This can't be happening!"
She stood up and undid the dean's zipper, reached into his
pants and took out his now erect penis. Soon she was
sucking it with great abandon.
"Oh god....," cried Jane, "Why can't I stop doing this? I
have to have your sperm. Please cum for me," she pleaded.
The dean began to moan from Jane's work on his penis. "I
have a better idea," he said, "Take off all your clothes,
and lie down across my desk."
"No, please don't rape me," said Jane.
"Rape?," said the dean, "This isn't rape. I'm not forcing
you to do anything. I just asked you to screw me, and
you're doing it. It's a situation of two consenting adults
having a little fun."
"Fun?," sobbed Jane, as she finished removing her clothing
and draped herself across the large desk,"This isn't fun,
and no matter what you say, it's still rape. You know I
can't help myself."
"I hear that from all the women," smirked the dean as he
grabbed Jane's ass pulling it closer to him so he could
insert his dick into her.
"You really are a good fuck," said the Dean, as tears ran
down Jane's face. "I do feel bad that you don't seem to be
enjoying myself quite as much as I do. I want you to cum
for me Jane. I want you to have orgasm after orgasm until
I tell you to stop."
At his words, ripples of pleasure began to flow through
Jane's body. She became to convulse with orgasm.
"Please let me stop," yelled Jane, "I...I..I can't take
much more of this."
The writhing of Jane's body further excited the dean, and a
few minutes later he spurted cum into her pussy.
"You can stop cumming now," said the dean as he took out a
handkerchief and wiped his brow. "I haven't had a good
workout like that in years," he chuckled.
As Jane lay across the dean's desk, exhausted from the
shear magnitude of her own orgasms, the dean's cum began to
seep from her pussy onto the desk.
"My, my," said the dean, "We can't have that, can we. And
you still have that other little problem of needing to eat
sperm, don't you."
The dean handed Jane his coffee cup and said, "Here, sit up
and squeeze the rest of my cum into this cup."
Jane sat up and proceeded to fill the cup with the juices
from their encounter.
"Bottoms up Jane," laughed the dean, as Jane hungrily drank
from the cup, "Good to the last drop, eh?"
End of Part Two
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