It was a scorching May afternoon in the nation's capital.   The air was full of excitement and joy.  Robin loved this time of year.  Graduation Day was always bitter sweet, saying good-bye to her students, but it made her proud that she could have an impact on their lives.  This year was no different, she thought as she moved through the crowd at the end of the ceremony.

"Boy, it sure is hot," she thought, shaking hands, hugging students and parents.  City College was a not very big school, in fact the school in N.W.  Washington DC graduated about 250 students each year.  But the 2000 or so people crammed into the main building for refreshments and to take pictures and socialize.

"Hi! Professor," a student yelled through the crowd.   "Come meet my family."

"Sure," she replied.  "Hi, what a pleasure to meet you!" replied the short, 40-something professor, with shoulder length black hair and round frame glasses.

Going thought the motions but still happy to meet the families of her students.

"Well, its nice to meet you too, Congratulations," she said wading through the crowd, in no general direction.

"Man, someone needs to turn on the AC!" someone declared.

"It sure is hot in here." Announced someone else as she moved through the crowd overhearing conversations.

The 150 year-old building did have central air but it wasn't having much effect with such a large crowd.

"I think I know a cool place," she thought to herself, changing direction in the crowd heading toward the back stairs.  "And I wont be bothered by anyone."

She walked down the first flight of stairs and looked down the hallway.  There was a long line formed out side the women's room.

"Ha," she thought, ducking around the corner to another set of stairs.  The heels on her white leather shoes clicked as she walked down the old wooden stairs.  She was in the sub-basement of the building.  She glanced around looking for signs directing people to the bathroom, but saw none.

"Good," she thought walking down the long corridor.   Her heels were the only noise as she traversed the long winding hallway.

"There is no one down here," she thought, "Great."

Turning the corner, on the left was a door labeled Women's" It was right next to a row of student lockers.   She took a quick look around and darted inside.  She walked in the bathroom and shut the old large door behind her.  She caught her reflection in the mirror over the sink.

Her small, round, pale, face looked back at her.  She was wearing her doctoral robe and hat, with a mantle hanging around her neck.  The robe hid her petite (she was about 5 feet tall in her shoes), thin body.  She worked out regularly and while she did not have a hard body, she kept herself in shape.  Directly underneath her robe, she had on a long light blue and white dress that dropped below the robe to her ankles.  Her ankles protected by her tan pantyhose lead to her shoes.

"It's nice and cool down here," she said opening the window at the end of the bathroom.  The warm wind rushed in to the bathroom, blowing her hair off her shoulder.   "That feels good," she said opening the stall door and still on the toilet seat.

However, She didn't see the man standing at the hallway by the janitor's entrance.  But he saw her go into the bathroom.  He quietly approached the door and listened for noise.

The breeze was blowing through the bottom of the stall.   It was so relaxing that she shut her eyes, leaning back against the side of the narrow stall.  He listened for a few minutes, looked around to see if anyone else was coming and then slowing began to turn the doorknob.

He was a young black man, strong and muscular.  He always liked peeking at women and occasionally feeling them up on trains, but had never actually forced himself on one.

The knob creaked as he turned it and the door began to push open.  The door ached and moaned as he slowed step through it, looking around.

"Damn, who is that?" She thought opening her eyes.   All of a sudden, someone had turned on the tap at full blast.

"Maybe they will leave," she thought closing her eyes again.

He slowly stooped down to look under the stalls.  He saw her white shoes and panty-hosed ankles sitting in the far stall.  His nature began to rise as he looked at her.  He slowly stood up and carefully walked toward the last stall.  He made sure to walk close to the wall, so that she wouldn't see his feet as he approached.  He licked his lips in anticipation.

The incessant sound of the water was starting to irritate her.

"Did someone leave that one?" she said standing up.  He walked in front of her door and took a quiet seek forward.  He was about to kick it in, when he heard her stand-up.  Robin got this sense that something was wrong.

"Well I better go," she thought pulling the stall door open.

As she pulled the door open, He lunged at her.  The door flew open on its hinges as he pressed through.  She was pushed hard back into the stall and up against the toilet.

"HELP!" she screamed realizing what has happening.   He slapped his hand around her mouth as hard as he could, cutting her off in mid-sentence.  The force of the blow pushed the much smaller woman hard up against the side of the stall.

"Ummmpht," she mumbled, grabbing at his hand around her mouth.  She kicked and twisted and tried pinching and scratching him, but she could not get free.

The more she fought, the harder he pressed against her face, making it more difficult to breathe.

"UMMMMMPH, UMMMMMPH," she moaned looking at his face.  He studied her with a quick glance and released his hand from her mouth.

Just as soon as she was free from the grip of his hand, he pushed his face forward and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

"UMMMMPH, UMMMMMM," she moaned, hitting him in the chest with her small fists and trying to push him away.

His tongue probed her mouth and lips.  It was the first time he had kissed an women before and it was better than he'd imagined it would be.  Her mouth was warm and soft and even though she was resisting him, her tongue mixing with his was about to make him cream.

"NO!" she mumbled pushing at him.

"OH my God!" she thought.

"What can I do?" She kneed him as hard as she could but it only made things worst.

He moaned deeply and grabbed her throat with his left hand and began to squeeze.

"NO! UMMMMMMPH," she moaned opening her eyes to see his angry eyes staring back at her.

She grabbed at his hand around her throat and thought to herself that if she tried to fight him he'd kill her.

With his right hand, he reached between the split in the front of her robe and grabbed the front of her dress and began to pull her dress and robe up.

"UMMMMMPH," she moaned, with his tongue still in her mouth, twisting her head in both directions.

She started to cry.  He pulled her dress and robe up around her waist.  They both fell on to his arm as he rubbed the stomach.  He found what he was looking for, the tops of her pantyhose.  He pushed his hand inside her hose and down passing her belly button.

"NO!" she moaned, twisting her lower half.

His hand tightened and loosened around her neck.  She again stood still.  His hand continued into her gray cotton panties.

"Damn she feels great," he thought amazed by the feel of her flesh.  He continued into her hairy bush.

He rubbed her hair gently with his hand.  She again began twisting and pulsating.  His hands continued to her large mound and lips.  He rubbed her clit and opened her cunt.   She was sliding up and down the wall to the stall.

Crying and scared, she decided to let him do what he was going to do, in hopes of living.  She closed her eyes and thought of her husband.  Her pussy was big and hairy, he thought, rubbing his finger through her labia.  The feel of her panties and hose up against the back of his hand, also excited him.  He opened her again, this time he pushed two fingers into her love canal.

"Ummmph," she moaned, tears streaming down her face on his.

He pushed his fingers into her tight hole as far as they would go, almost lifting her off the floor.  She was warm and tight, she was also a little wet up there too, he thought.  She began to pulsate vigorously as he pumped his fingers up and down inside her.

She put one foot on the toilet set for support as he fucked her with his hand.  She panted and moaned as he violated her with his hand and her mouth was becoming dry and his tongue was exploring a cavity she had.

"Please let it stop," she thought.

"Oh god," he thought retracting his tongue from her mouth and covering it with his hand.  "Don't scream or I'll kill you," he whispered in her ear.

She nodded okay, as he took his hand off of her mouth letting her breathe.  She was panting out loud as he continued to finger her.  She rested her hands on his strong arms for further support.

He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

"Rub it!" he said.

She held his cock in her palm and began to slowly message it.

"Ahh AHHH AHHHHHH." He yelled, jamming his fingers in her and spraying cum all over her hand and robe.

He pulled his hands out of her dress and she slumped to the floor.  He glanced down and saw blood on his fingers.

"If you say anything, I'll kill you," he said, pulling his pants up.

He turned and ran out of the bathroom.

Slumping to the floor, she closed her eyes and cried.  A small part of her thankful that he did not hurt her more than he did.  She slowly rose to her feet and slowly walked toward the bathroom door.  Her vagina area ached with every step.  As she walked outside, she saw a security guard.  She flagged him down and told him what had happened.  He rushed her to the security office where the police was called.

Prologue:

Robin was treated for minor injuries and released that day.  She settled a lawsuit with City College for an undisclosed amount of money and now works for the American Psychology Association in a secure building.

The perpetrator was never caught.

The End