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Humiliation of Jane, The - 2 (control)
by Anon - 1994

*

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, "Your 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, "Your 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 under-
stand 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 hand-
kerchief 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...