Should you be offended by explicit sexual material, or if you are under age in your local, please read no further. Please leave and avoid both of us embarrassment.

This little tale is a work of fiction. No one in this story is based on anyone in real life. Any apparent references or relationships to real people or events are purely coincidental, and not intentional.

The reader should also recognize that, as everything in this work is fiction, this story is meant for entertainment and amusement. There are many acts described of violence and behavior considered unacceptable by society. No actions are condoned or otherwise sanctioned or encouraged.

Krissie Beavers

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Medi Junior Part Four - Diane Does

Medi finally moved off of his favorite piece of ass, Kelly. She didn’t bother to look up at him, continuing to lay on her stomach, legs spread slightly apart. The sight of the gaping wound that was her ass hole, oozing with his cum, caused his member to twitch hopefully. The fact that American girls hated sodomy, but that Kelly had resigned herself to her fate, was a tremendous turnon to him. He promised himself that he would take her one more time before he left to go back to his apartment. But first, he had some business.

He pursed his lips as he looked at the remaining names and matched them to their photos. He didn’t know any of them. They had done him no harm, they were just available. He picked one at random, a beautiful brunette with the name of Diane Sattler. One would never know she had the highest GPA in the Sophomore Class. He knew the secret. Three of her term papers at the end of her Freshman year had been been from a ‘buy a term paper’ service. He smiled as he remembered The Godfather. It wasn’t personal, it was just business.

Having made his selection, Medi put on gloves and opened the batch of index cards. Taking a pen from an unopened pack, he wrote in block letters: I KNOW ALL ABOUT HOW YOU KEEP YOUR GRADES UP. IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR SECRET, MEET ME OUTSIDE THE RATHSKELLER AT CLOSING TIME ON TUESDAY NIGHT. I WATCH TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE ALONE. ELSE, I WILL POST THE INFORMATION TO THE INTERNET. IT’S YOUR CHOICE.

With that, he turned back to Kelly. She was still lolling on her stomach, looking back at him. The black silk sheets contrasted deliciously with her white flesh. Her feet were about two feet apart, and the slinkly material has settled down over her body, showing every detail of her legs and ass. His member was sticking out at right angles from his body. It bobbed up and down as he walked back to the bed.

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Diane Sattler, her pack slung over one sholder, walked into the dorm lobby. It had been a denim day for her. She had on her favorite denim mini skirt, and the denimi vest she liked so much. The thigh high black stockings showed just a little of her white skin. And the penny loafers were very comfortable. She had been at the library, and had come back to catch a bite before heading off for some more research. She knew she should call Leonard, but she really didn’t have time for him tonight. At some point she would have to either get serious with him, or drop him. He was sweet but he was so demanding on her time. She wished he would just give her more space.

At the front desk, she picked up her mail. There was a letter she didn’t recognize. Opening it, her eyes scanned it and then she came to a complete stop. Turning absolutely white, she staggered to the elevator. She wasn’t sure how she had gotten back to her room. It was already Tuesday. Unable to eat, she stayed in her room. Diane tried to study, but couldn’t. Her mind kept coming back to the note. She wondered how much they knew. It was clear they thought they knew more than a little. But she couldn’t withstand any digging into how she got her grade point average.

She wondered if there were anyone who could help her. But she didn’t have all that many friends, and she certainly didn’t want to get Leonard involved. With that hanging over her head, she had to go. Pulling a sweatshirt on, she headed over to the Rathskeller.

Medi was back at one of his usual haunts, the Rathskeller. With his presence a given, he was unlikely to arouse any particular suspicion. He got there about at around 10:00, an hour before closing. He contented himself with sipping his beer, listening absently to the light jazz. He had arranged for Grimes and Jarvis to stay in their car until about 10 minutes before closing. They would drift over and step into some dark doorway to await their role. He was sipping his beer as he watched girls come and go. He had looked at the photo a number of times to compare girls with the image.

Finally, a little before closing, he spotted her. She was wearing a denim vest and mini-skirt. At first he thought she was wearing boots, but they were really some kind of knee socks. She was well endowed, and her hips were more full than the boyish hips girls seemed to want now. She sat down near the door. He waited until the last call came, and he got up with the rest of the customers. It certainly looked like the brunette had come alone.

Stepping into the Rathskeller had required more courage than she had imagined she had. She seldom went here, as she didn’t have much time for parties. It was only partially filled. She stood near the doorway, trying not to be too obvious. She didn’t really know what she was looking for. Feeling foolish, she sat down. She was thankful that no one came over, asking her if she wanted something. Then last call was being announced. She had no idea how this was going to work. Standing there, she watched as the patrons made their way out. She had butterflies, waiting for someone to say something to her. But no one did. There was no one she recognized, no one who stopped to talk to her. There were just the lewd glances she sometimes got from men, and the envious looks she sometimes got from other women, no one paid her any particular attention. Seeing she was the last in the place, she finally stepped outside. She didn’t know what to do. The lights went down and she felt extremely vulnerable. The thoughts running through her mind ranged from the possibility that this had been a hoax, to the other end, that she had failed the test and would soon be in trouble. Diane looked at her watch several times, wondering how long she should stay here before calling it quits.

He watched as stood uncertainly near the door, peering around. She paced back and forth. The lights went out, and it was suddenly much darker. Only after she had been there for several minutes did he consider stepping out of the shadows. He was reasonably certain she had brought no one with her. So, he stepped out of the shadows. One minute there was no one there. The next minute he was there. She looked at him. Her mouth opened and closed, but made no sound.

He smiled at her, knowing she was probably unable to see it in the dark. “Excuse me, but would you be looking for someone?” He could see her tense up.

Diane was peering at him, trying to see who he was, but it was too dark. All she could make out was a slender man, not particularly tall, standing there. From his accent, he was foreign. She tried to talk again, but nothing came out.

“Is there something that I might do for you?”

“Well, um, I, well, you see, I need to, well.” Her voice trailed off. What was she supposed to do? Was she supposed to ask him if he were the blackmailer? Maybe he was just someone hitting on her.

“Ah. I see. Perhaps I might help you focus.” She still did not have her act together. “Yes. Perhaps you are here about the papers, yes?”

That erased any doubts she might have. He was exactly who she was looking for. The realization hit like a punch in the stomach. He asked her again. And she slowly nodded.

“Please do not insult me. Are you here about the term papers, the ones you cheated on?” She nodded to him. “You do not understand. Please tell me why you are here.”

Diane didn’t really understand what his game was. “I guess.” She took his silence as a sign that he wasn’t ready to accept it. “Yes. I’m here about the term papers.” More silence. She closed her eyes. She had to finish this off. “The ones I cheated on.”

“Very good. I realize that was hard, but I needed to be certain, yes?” She was still, unmoving. “I believe you would be more comfortable if we conducted this in private, yes?” In the darkness he could not see the expression on her face, but her body language showed defeat.

Her heart was pounding and she could barely breath. She felt a sense of panic at being seen, and nodded to the suggest to go to a more private spot. But he didn’t seem to understand. “Yes. Okay. Some place more private.” Even to her ears her voice was in a monotone.

As had become his routine, the van was in the parking lot across the street. “Might I offer a suggestion?” She was silent and he didn’t care if she wanted a suggestion or not. “Let us go over there.” He geustered in that direction and turned to walk away. He could hear from her footsteps, padded deck shoes if he were to guess, that she was following him. As they got closer, he hit his remote and the van chirped as it unlocked. He went to the cargo door and slid it open. The interior light went on and he waited for her. She was hesitant, but finally climbed in. He followed her, sliding the door closed.

Diane almost sobbed. She found herself setting on a mattress. She knew what that meant, unless she was very lucky. She was certain he was one of those stinking, cheating Arabs. She really didn’t like the way they ran around everywhere, pushing and shoving to get ahead. They never played by the rules and couldn’t ever be trusted.

When the door locked, the cameras and audio recording equipment kicked in. The light remained on. She had slid down the bed from him, near the rear of the van. He could see her clearly now. Her makeup was a bit smudged. It would be a real mess before he got done with her. “Are you Diane Sattler?”

Diane’s head snapped up. “What?” He asked her, again, if she was Diane Sattler. She hoped against hope that, somehow, she would be able to get out of this. “Yes.” And then he wanted to know what she had done. She looked at him.

Medi knew it wouldn’t take much to crack her. She was almost ready to fall apart. He put some menace in his tone. “Please do not try my patience. What have you done? If you do not tell me, I will post the material to the internet and you can tell your professors what you have done.”

Her mind reeled at the thought of being caught, of exposure. She wondered if she would be doing that, literally, in a little while. “Well. I had a little help on some of my term papers.” He growled, wanting more specificity. “I bought a couple of term papers instead of writing them.” He wanted to know what grades she had gotten for them, and she said she had been given A’s. He wanted to know what the classes were, and she eventually revealed she had done it on five different occasions.

“What effect has this had on your grade?” She was silent, again. “Come, come. Has this had a significant impact on your GPA?” She nodded. “Yes, that is correct.” He could see her sagging down, chin on her chest. “Now was the time to move on the next phase, the part he loved. “Would you say you have been a bad girl?”

She thought of protesting at the girl word, but thought better of it. And the bad part didn’t make her comfortable either. Instead she was silent.

“Do not try my patience girl. If you wish to be silent, please leave. I will need to post something to the internet. What will it be?”

In spite of her circumstance, she was jarred by the abruptness of the threat. He out waited her. It seemed to go on forever. “Yes. I guess I’m a bad girl.

Medi smirked. He had been counting to himself, and had gotten to 20 before she had broken down. The strain on him had been great. It must have been enormous for her. About that point the van lurched as his two men got into the van. He ignored them, but saw that her eyes had gotten large. “Never mind them. Your business is with me.”

Diane stiffled a sob. She was certain she was being kidnapped, with the intent of rape and murder. Her eyes were still rivited on the dark forms in the front of the van. He was asking her something, but she had not understood him. “I’m sorry. What?”

“Concentrate. What have you to offer?” He could feel the broad smile on his face. He was letting his eyes travel up and down her body. He knew she understood. He could not have been more clear if he had told her what he wanted.

He was mentally stripping her of her clothes, and she knew she had what all women in a time of weakness had to offer. “Is it money you want? I don’t have a lot, but you can have it. Please?”

The van swayed again as the engine caught and they pulled out of the parking spot. “How much money?” He really didn’t care one way or the other. She mentioned something about something near $2000. “Okay. What else?”

She was thankful she was on the pill. She knew that protection was going to be necessary. She hoped she wasn’t going to catch something. “If I let you do it, with that be enough?”

“What do you mean by ‘do it.’ I am a stranger in this land, and do not always understand your language so well.” He had used this line many times when it was to his convenience. Americans were so stupid. She was hemming and hawing. “Come girl. Tell me what you are offering.”

“If I, um, you know.” She hated this. “Well, if I have, um sex with you, will that be enough?” She knew her face was beet red. But she could see him nodding. And then he was ordering her to take her clothes off. She licked her lips and glanced, again, at the men in front. They seemed to be driving out of town. Hands trembling, she unzipped her vest.

“Look at me, girl!” Her eyes had been closed. He stared into her eyes, knowing his face was hard. He watched as she turned her black bra around and unhooked it. Why did women allow themselves to be trapped into wearing stuff they could never take off or put on without help. Her ample tits swung free. She
reached around behind and unzipped her denim skirt and shucked it off her legs. She pulled her black thong off, and unrolled her black stockings and loafers. He admired her body for several seconds. Up front Jarvis was looking over the seat at her, and Grimes was looking at her in the mirror.

She almost gagged at the way the men were looking at her. It was chilly and she could feel the goose bumps crawling over her body. She was wondering how it would occur, would she be required to go to him, or dance or what, when he crawled over to her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face to him. His breath reeked of garlic. Then his mouth was against hers, his tongue forcing her lips and teeth apart. She allowed him to open her up as he pushed her down onto the furry fabric of the bed.

He was on top of her warm soft body, driving his legs between hers. She was struggling as he came up for air. As he undid his pants, he told her he could stop at any time and make a phone call. She stopped struggling as he got his cock out. Laying back down, he forced her hand between their bodies, to steer her own rape.

She had never felt such shame. She felt tears in her eyes as he began to push against her womanhood. It was painful, no preamble, no effort to warm her up. She let out a groan, and the pain made her want to back from him. Even as she squirmed, her head was against the seat and she could move no further. Then he pounded against her and she felt a terrible stab of pain as he finally pierced her gates. She lay there as he began pumping her. She was crying and made no effort to help.

He knew he was crying as he began pumping her. Statisfied for the moment with a simple conquest, he pumped her until he got close to cumming. His arms around her neck, he gripped her as hard as he could. Then he stiffened, put all his weight on the suffering girl, and injected large quantities of his Arab spunk into the belly of the white girl.

She recognized what his body was doing to hers. What she was not prepared for was the incredible, totally overwhelming orgasm she suddenly, without warning, experienced. She suddenly found herself wrapping her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck. She was a wild woman, writhing under him, squeezing him, as she went through another equally powerful orgasm. A vision of a crumpled tube of tooth paste came into her head. Dimly she hear herself moaning under him. Greedily she tried to keep him going, and he did for a while. At some level she knew she should be disgusted, but she was disappointed when he wanted to stop. She was unhappy when he pulled out, leaving a deep empty void in her being.

Even as he was putting his sticky manhood back into his pants. “Which of you is next?” Jarvis moved past him, having long sense stopped complaining about sloppy seconds. They traded places as he descended on the suddenly expectant white girl. When he settled down between her legs, she rotated her hips and pulled him deep into her. He quickly matched her frantic pace and soon spent himself in her. This time she was not moaning, clearly frustrated.

This unknown man was replaced by a third. At some level, she realized she had just doubled the number of men who had fucked her. He was just as quick as the second in entering her. She knew her pussy was wet and slick. He was even quicker to cum. She just lay there, legs spread wide, when the Arab came back.

Medi climbed back onto the matress and moved beside her. She started to say something. He snapped his fingers and pointed to his crotch. She curled up and lowered her brunette head onto his naked stomach. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face down over his cock. Her mouth was surrounding his manhood. She wasn’t very good, but he hardened anyway. He pulled her head up. She was slightly confused but rolled on her back as he climbed onto her. With that he was back inside her, and she was fucking him just as vigorously as she had earlier. After a while he came again, and she immediatley began to moan and carry on with him in her. She held him tight, undulating, willing him to keep going.

They would sleep for a while. Then her face would wind up in his crotch. Some times he would be on his back with her sucking, somethimes he would slide up her chest and stick his cock down her throat. After he became hard, he fucked her again. They repeated this five times before it was time to return her . He would not let her have her underwear. When she got out of the van, he moved between her legs, and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him as he pumped against her. She pushed back against him. Then he let her go. Her panties joined those of the others.

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Diane was still suffering trauma as the new week played itself out. The physical soreness that was her pussy went away, though more slowly than she had imagined. She spent a great deal of time in the shower, trying to wash away what could not be cleansed. For in her mind she found herself replaying the countless times she had been fucked. She had been gang banged. And, in spite of her intelectual horror, her body responded physically when she thought these thoughts. Her nipples, sore for several days, hardened. And she had to resist a desire to finger herself. For some reason she could not understand, she had a period. She had no way of knowing that the Arab’s sperm had been fortified to cause that to happen to her body.

Medi, physically stressed, had to wait several days before following up with Diane. When he called on her cell phone, she was eating in the sorority’s dining room. He rode rough-shod over her request to take the call in a more private place. He could just picture her frantically getting up from the table and walking away to keep her friends from hearing the conversation. He ordered her to be at his apartment in 30 minutes, giving her the address but no directions. She meekly agreed.

Fortunately Diane knew roughly where the address was, so she was able to go straight to the parking lot and get her car. Still, it took her longer to find his apartment than she had allowed for. At some level she knew she was not thinking very clearly. And her hands were tremblling, often not obeying her commands. And then she had parked at the wrong end of the apartment complex. She had had to run quite a ways to get to his unit. She was out of breath when got to his door. Without pausing to think, she knocked.

It actually took her about 35 minutes to show up. “It is open. Please to come in.” The door flew open, and she was frantically trying to catch it, having used more force than necessary. She was obviously flustered, her hair a bit disheveled, and she was somewhat out of breath. She was wearing a denim shirt and stone washed jeans, both of which she filled out in all the right places. “Please close the door.”

Having done so, she didn’t know what to do next. Her heart was pounding, her eyes downcast, unwilling to make eye contact with this male. She did look up when she heard him snap his fingers. He was pointing to the floor. Guessing, she dropped to her knees. By this time she was looking into his eyes.

Medi crooked his finger. He was gratified to see her crawling on her knees. He pointed to the floor and snapped them again. His cock went suddenly totally rigid when this beautiful, once arrogant bitch meekly dropped to all fours and continued across the brown shag carpet to him. He pulled her face to him, rubbing against her. She remembered to look at him. He didn’t have to say anything as she opened his jeans up and began sucking his cock. This time there was no hint of sharp teeth. When he finally came, she swallowed it.

Diane liked the taste no better than the other night with him. And her kinky behavior did nothing to relieve her very aroused state. She sat back on her haunches and looked up at him. She did not move when he turned and went to a table.

He tossed her a small box. “Go ahead. It is a present for you.” He watched as she gingerly opened it, and took out a too small hot pink bikini. “There is going to be a beach party soon, and I hope you will come.” He raised his eye-brows questioningly. Slowly she nodded. “And of course you will do me the honor of wearing that?” He could see the color raising in her cheeks. “Why don’t we see how it looks on you. You may use the bathroom to change, if you would like. And there is a razor if you need it.” Incredibly, she dropped back down on all fours and crawled out the door and down the hall. He was getting hard again, just thinking about it.