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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 Six - Yvette Yields

Medi allowed himself to drop out of Vickie. She continued to lay on her stomach, the gaping wound in her ass oozing cum as he got up. He pursed his lips as he looked at the names and matched them to the remaining two photos. He realized he didn’t know either of these girls, that they had done him no harm, that they just happened to be available. He picked a pouty-mouthed redhead by the name of Yvette Nelson. She was the Junior Class Treasurer. Looking at her dirt, he thought to himself that he really didn’t have anything against theft. After all, the Arab world admired thieves who could do it with style, especially men. But America took a dim view of theft, especially at a university. But they seldom came to a good end. He would be just using the materials at hand. He smiled as he remembered the line from 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 on it: I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOUR FINANCIAL GAMES WITH THE CLASS FUNDS. 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.

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Yvette walked along the field separating sorority row from fraternity row. Rob had his arm around her sholder, and she was playfullly bumping her hip against his. Rob was everything a girl could ask for. He was tall, broad sholdered, amiable, and good in bed. When people asked her if they were going to tie the knot, she did little to discourage the conversation. They were both still Juniors, so it was a little early to committ to something like that, as it was generally regarded as being a real drag to be married in school. For her, socialization was a bigger thing than for him, and she would miss the life in the Sorority House. The only real fly in the ointment was her financial base. Her parents were not nearly as well off as her friends. So, when she got the chance to use some of the class funds for day trading, she had taken the shot. And, though she was still short, she was sure she could get it back.

After giving him a kiss which offered much, she tripped up the stairs. At the front desk, she picked up her mail. There was the paper, some bills, and a letter she didn’t recognize. Opening the strange letter, she glanced at it and came to a complete stop. Turning absolutely white, she dropped the rest of the mail. In a daze, she reached down and picked the stuff up. She wasn’t sure how she had gotten back to her room, which she shared. Fortunately, Lisa wasn’t wasn’t there. It was already Tuesday. Trying to firm up her voice, she called Rob and canceled their after supper rendezvous.

Unable to eat much of anything, she played with her food for a while and then went back to her room. Lisa came bouncing up the stairs, grabbing some books, and headed for the library. Yvette 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 kind of accounting of the books. With that hanging over her head, she had to go.

Medi had been going to the Rathskeller off and on for a couple of weeks, establishing himself as a regular. 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 convenient dark doorway to await their role.

Gathering her courage, she stepped into the dim light of the Rathskeller. She seldom went here, as it was more for underclassmen who didn’t have a life. It was only partially filled. She stood near the doorway, trying not to be too obvious as she looked around. She had to confess she didn’t really know what she was looking for. Beginning to feel foolish, she sat down at a table. She was thankful that no one came over, asking her if she wanted something.

He had spotted her when she came in. He had been looking at the photo from time to time, comparing those who came in with the image. But when he saw her, all doubt had been erased. She was wearing kaki trousers and a teal sweat shirt. She was very well endowed, and her hips were very trim. She sat down near the door. He waited until the last call came, and he got up with the rest of the customers. He had been looking to see if she had anyone with her. It certainly looked like the redhead didn’t have an escort with her.

Then last call was being announced. She had no idea how this was going to work. As people began filing past, she looked at them. There were a couple of people she vaguely recognized, but no one stopped to talk to her. Seeing she was the last in the place, other than the staff, 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.

He watched her from the shadows. She stood uncertainly near the door, peering around. Her arms were crossed under her breasts and 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. “You seem to be looking for someone. Might I be of assistance?”

Yvette didn’t know what to say. Was this the person who had written the letter? Or was it just someone hitting on her. Opening her mouth, she still couldn’t make a sound, she was so afraid.

He toyed with her. “Are you in need of assistance? Is there some way I may help you?”

He was a foreigner, probably an Arab. She couldn’t see him very well. Because of the shadows, she could not see his face at all. “Well, I was kind of waiting for someone. You know what I mean?”

She was unwilling to committ so she couldn’t make the situation clear. He looked around to see if anyone else was going to show up. “I, too, am waiting for someone. Perhaps you are she?” She was looking quite sharply at him, but she didn’t say anything. “The one I am looking for has, shall we say, a funding disclosure issue.”

Yvette gulped. Her stomach knotted up as if she had been punched. There was no mistaking that this was the person who was seeking her. Still unwillling to speak, she nodded, but made no move to approach him.

“Please. Do not try my patience. Are you the one I am waiting for?” It was important to get her moving down the slippery slope.

She swallowed again, trying to get some moisture in her mouth. She almost croaked when she finally spoke. “Yes.” He demanded to know why. “Because I’m, um, I’m the one you sent the note to. I have the, ah, um, funding disclosure thing.” Her heart was pounding and she could barely breath.

“Perhaps you would wish to discuss this elsewhere?” His van was in the parking lot across the street. In the darkness he could not see the expression on her face, but her body language showed defeat. “Might I suggest we go somewhere more private?” He guestered in that direction and turned to walk away.

She felt a sense of panic at being seen. She knew that, if she left here, she would loose any chance of controlling the situation. She started to say something, but he was already walking away. Faced with having to make a decision, right then, she did the only thing she could do. She followed him, trying to figure out who he was. He had an accent, so she suspected he was one of those stinking Arabs.

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.

The back of the van was a bed. She slid down as far down the fake fur cover as she could, not wanting to be any nearer to him than she could manage. She had a sinking feeling what that was going to mean. She hoped against hope that, somehow, she would be able to get out of this. She heard the clunk of the doors locking. She could not know that the video cameras, enhanced for low light conditions, had kicked on and were now recording everything that was said and done.

Medi, getting himself comfortable, looked at her. She was clearly very uneasy. “I wish to make certain who I am talking to. You are, I believe, Yvette Nelson. Is that correct?” After a hesitation, she nodded. “Please. Let us be clear. When I ask you a question, you will answer, verbally, yes?” Her eyes grew bigger. “Now. What is your name?” She told him. “And, why are you here?”

Yvette didn’t understand. “What?” He repeated the question. “Well, um, because you asked me to come here, I guess.” He wanted to know if she had come of her own free will. She hadn’t. “Not really. I’m here because, you know, because.” But he professed not to understand. “Because you might tell people.” She didn’t like this at all.

“Now, Yvette, may I call you Yvette?” He waited until she nodded. “Good. Now Yvette, I grow a little weary of this. You need to make a choice here. Either you explain to me what you did, or I will arrange for auditors to start asking you questions. Please make your choice, now.”

So, here was the bald blackmail. He had threatened her with exposure. A part of her mind wondered if she would be doing that, literally, in a little while. She shrugged her shoulders. In a dull voice, one that seemed so far from her she wondered if it were hers, she began to talk. She told him that she had stolen money from the Junior Class fund and used it for stock market investments. She suddenly felt a sense of relief that it was out on the table.

He waited patiently as she spoke. Getting it all on video had sealed her face. “Ah, not a good thing, I think. In other words, you were a bad girl?” He was looking intently at her.

She bristled at the word, but bit back her initial response. In spite of her natural regal nature, she was in real trouble here. He waited for her to say something. “Yes. I am a bad girl.” That conjured up all manner of erotic story lines she hoped weren’t going to happen.

“And it is the custom that bad girl’s are punished, is it not?” He didn’t wait for her to say anything. “You need to make another choice now. Do you wish the authorities to punish you, or do you wish me to punish you? You need to decide, now.”

She was unable to supress a groan. This was straight out of some bad X-rated story. She tried to be stubborn. She didn’t want to go to jail at all. And she had a pretty good idea of what making him happy meant. It was so demeaning, so stone age. She found herself counting silently, wondering how long this would go on. She got to 20 before it became oppressive. She could stand it no longer, and began to speak. “I want you to punish me.”

About that time the van lurched as the two men got in the front seat. She had nearly jumped out of her skin. He paid Jarvis and Grimes no particular attention as they pulled out of the parking spot. He was smiling broadly now, letting his eyes travel up and down her body.

She was certain she was being kidnapped, to be raped and murdered. “If I do it, will you not tell anyone?” She felt her skin crawling.

“What do you mean by do it?” Even in the dim light, she was red faced, and would not look him in the face. He was already mentally visualizing her without any clothes on.

She looked into his lust-filled eyes. She felt naked. she knew she had what all women in a time of weakness had to offer. She was thankful she was on the pill. Otherwise this could be really ackward. She felt sick. “You know what I mean.” But he told her to explicitly state what she was offering. She was trapped. “Will you keep quiet if I have sex with you?” She felt like a prostitute.

“Take your clothes off.” He saw her glance nervously at the men. “They are not your concern just now.” She pulled her sweatshirt off, revealing a simple white cotten bra. She shook her head to free her hair. She tried to turn her head. “Look at me. Don’t ever look away from me.” She slipped her hands through the straps, turned the contraption around, and undid the little hooks. Her ample tits swung free. He would be tasting them shortly.

It was quite chilly in the van, and she could feel goose bumps on her breasts. Laying back, she unzipped her pants. LIfting her hips, she pushed her kaki’s off her feet, kicking free. She pulled her panties down and off. It was even more chilly now. She almost gagged at the way he was looking at her. And the two men were leering at her, even as they drove the van.

She shrank from him, but he was having none of it. He grabbed her and pulled her to him. He kissed her hard on the lips, forcing her mouth open. As he forced her down on the bed his tongue was invading her mouth. This would be the last time he kissed this whore, because he knew where her mouth was going to have been. He was on top of her warm soft body, driving his legs between hers. She was struggling as he came up for air. “I can stop any time you want. But, of course, there will be that phone call. What do you wish me to do?”

She looked up into his face. His breath reeked of garlic. His shirt buttons dug into her bare skin. He lifted up his hips and opened his pants, his chest driving down against her, making it nearly impossible to breath until he freed his cock. 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. He was proving he had the right to enter her. She let out a groan, and the pain made her want to back from him. Then he pounded against her and she felt a terrible stab of pain as he finally pierced her gates.

He had pushed as hard as he could. She shrieked as he forced his entry into her. He knew she was crying as he began pumping her. Statisfied for the moment with a simple conquest, he pumped her until he got close to cumming. 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.

What she was not prepared for was the incredible, totally overwhelming orgasm she suddenly, without warning, experienced. The drug in Medi’s reproductive system had pushed all the right buttons inside her. 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. Dimly she hear herself moaning under him. Greedily she tried to keep him going, but he soon gave up.

Medi brutally pulled himself out of her, with a liquid plop. He brushed aside her arms and unlocked her legs. Rolling off of her, he put his manhood back in his pants and called for Jarvis to come on back.

She was unhappy when the Arab pulled out, leaving a deep empty void in her being. Then a second man was climbing onher. In her heated state, she ignored the fact that she was about to be gang banged, something which had never happened to her before. If fact, she had never known a girl who would admit to having done it. She spread her legs and welcomed him into her. His breath was no better or worse than the first man. His bristled cheeks rubbed harshly against her face. He had dropped only his pants. Her naked torso, wanting to rub against skin, was denied. And then he pushed into her. He was bigger than the Arab who had fucked her and she began to rock against him. In no time they were pumping each other. But she wasn’t cumming anymore. And when he pumped his spunk into her, she was frustrated.

When he was finished, he pulled out of her just as quickly as her first partner. The van rocked as someone else, not the Arab, was crawling on top of her. He was even bigger in his body and his cock than the second one. He filled her pussy up, and she liked that. As she ran her fingers through his hair, she discovered it was tighly curled. As he began screwing her, she realized she was being fucked by a black man. He was just as quick as the other two men. She did not cum this time either. When he got out of her, she just lay there, legs spread wide, waiting for what came next. She could feel her fluids and their sperm oozing out of her.

Medi scooted past his hired man and lay down next to the panting, sweaty, thoroughly fucked girl. She turned on her side and moved to glue her body to his. Her hand was already reaching for his cock. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face down to his crotch. In a short time she had unzipped his pants and her mouth was surrounding is manhood. She wasn’t very good, but he soon hardened anyway. Rather than let her take this to completion, he pulled her head up.

She had not been surprised when he grabbed her hair and pulled her down to his crotch. She had unzipped him up, exposing a partially hardened brown cock. Having done this for Rob several times, she reached down and took him in her mouth. She recognized the taste of her juices and a man’s spunk. As she bobbed her head up and down, she felt him harden and settled down to work. With one hand she gripped the base of his root. With her other hand, she pleasured her slick, wet, loose pussy. She was surprised and confused when he stopped her.

He thrust something into her hand. “Have you ever heard of Vacilene?” At her sudden lack of motion, he knew she had. “You will need to use this. One of my particular pleasures is fucking up the ass.” He reached around her and patted her naked check. “You have a very nice ass. I will be using it, so you should prepare yourself.”

Yvette had come down from her sex high of a few minutes ago. And she really didn’t like the sound of being sodomized. She had sort of done this one other time, and had really hated it. Rob had not cum either. But these Arabs seemed to really get off on it. Maybe she could get the material from him after they finished. She opened the jar, completely full, and gooped some onto her hand. Reaching around, she located her pain hole and lubricated the entrance to it. She slipped her finger inside, lubricating it as well. While it went in easily enough, it offered no pleasure at all.

He had felt her moving around, and then she was still. He reached over and rolled her onto her stomach. He slithered on top of her, his hard cock against her slightly plump ass. He used his knees to force her legs apart, although that was not, strictly speaking, necessary. He found her greasy hole and dug his finger into her. She groaned. He took his cock and started pushing against her hole, none too gently. He could hear her beginning to sob. This only excited him further.

Still trying to relax, she gasped as she felt his cock stab down into her. He was pushing hard and this hurt a great deal. She began to softly cry as this dirty Arab assaulted her hole. With a new pain, he was suddenly inside her. Deeper than Rob had been his only time in, the Arab began to fuck her ass. She felt his lance stab into her again and again. Her body wanted to contract her checks and expel this most foreign of invasions. He had lowed his body on her back, driving her down into the matress, and she was utterly unable to get him out of her.

He began to vigorously fuck her ass. That she was softer and a little more plump that other girls, he really began to get into this. He forced her arms out from her body and reached down under to grab her tits. He vigorously pinched them, and she yelped. As he came in her, he twisted them again and she was sobbing. Only then did he relax completely, letting his body mold itself to the shape of this sobbing white mattress.

The pain was still there, but not as harsh as it had been. She started to drift off with him in her. After a while she felt him stir and roll off of her, pinning her leg momentarily. And then her head was being dragged to his groin. When she tasted him this time, she found herself licking not only her juices and his cum, but her own shit as well. She should have gagged or protested, but she was too far gone. She let him use her any way he chose. After a whle she found herself on her stomach again, his cock driving deep into her ass. Her poor ass felt very raw as he cobbed her.

When Medi finished with her this time, he motioned for the revitalized men up front to have their way with Yvette again. The only stricture was that her ass belonged to him. Grimes rolled her on her back and drove his black shiny cock into her sloppy white pussy again. And Jarvis held her head tight as she deep throated him.

This went on endlessly. The only rest the poor girl got was when the men were resting. Medi, drug enhanced, remained active throughout the night. His two hired men heroically did her three time each. Medi nailed Yvette’s ass five times by dawn. He had to admit that his meat was about ready to fall off. Fucking ass was a lot more demanding than fucking pussy.

The nearly incoherent girl protested weakly when she was ordered to get dressed. She was too tired to care that she could not find her underwear, putting her outer clothes back on. As she stepped out into the cold morning air, she was mildly awakened to the new day. Outside, he grabbed her and turned her around, grabbing her around the waist. She leaned against the van as he ground himself against her raw ass. She found herself pushing back against him. Then he was loose of her and getting in the van. Dog tired, she made her way up the stairs and collapsed, stinking, in her bed. She did not know her panties joined those of Medi’s other conquests.

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Yvette was slow to get over what Medi had done to her, physically. Her raw ass had made it painful to set down for several days. And each trip to the bathroom had reminded her of what had happened to her. At a mental level, she was even less able to get back to equilibrium. Her fate rested in the hands of a stranger, whose name she did not know. And then there was the sexual experience. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. She had never been much for kink, but she was suddenly very aware of any man who was standing behind her. And she wondered how many women like sodomy.

She was in class when she got an instant message on her cell phone. It was from Medi, ordering her to call. Since it was a lab, she stepped away from the proceedings and called him.

“I want you to come over right now. I live at the Garden Arms Apartments. Apartment 2669. That is down University Avenue. Do you know where it is?” He was stroking his cock, ready to use her again. He had no idea where Kelly, the apartment owner, had gone off to after he kicked her out.

“Please. I’m in a lab. I need to finish it. It ends in 45 minutes. Then I can come over, okay?” She was looking at the half finished experiment, wondering how she could get it done. Her grade was riding on it.

“You have a choice to make. Come now, be here in 15 minutes, or don’t come at all. And you know what will happen.” With that he hung up.

Yvette started to say something, but the phone was dead. She knew exactly what it meant if she went. She also knew what it meant if she didn’t go. As she began concocting some story for the TA, she hoped this would be enough to finally get him off her back, literally as well as figuratively.

About 25 minutes later, Medi heard the knock on the door. He opened it. She was standing there, chewing her lip. His eyes drank in her snug denim shirt, tight jeans and deck shoes. “You are late.” He stepped back from the door, but did not close it.

She brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes as she stepped inside. “I’m really really really sorry. I came just as fast as I could. Honest. Please forgive me, okay?” In sudden inspiration, she sank to her knees, folded her hands beseechingly, and looked at him with watery eyes.

Medi just looked at her. He watched as she crawled to him, on her knees. When her face nuzzled his crotch, he reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Forcing her head back, he looked into her wide eyes. And then he pushed her face against his jeans and humped against her. He did it several times as her hands unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped him. Having no underwear on, his brown cock jumped straight out, hitting her nose.

Knowing what to do, Yvette, opened her mouth and took him into her. She made her opening as soft and wet and warm as she could. She felt his fingers tugging her hair, forcing her head against his belly. She rolled her tongue and sucked, tasting his pre-cum. As she bobbed her head back and forth, he loosened his grip and gave her the freedom to run her mouth up and down his shaft. Applying as much suction as she could, she sped up her strokes. And then she was tasting more cum, and then he was gripping her hair, thrusting his hips, disgorging the contents of his hairy little balls. She swallowed, and continued to minister to him as she softened. Only when his hands dropped from her head did she stop and carefully zip up his pants.

Still on her knees, she looked up at him. She whispered, “I’m really really sorry. Honest. I won’t be late again.” Then she hung her head down. Inside, she wished she were in a stronger position to suggest that she had fulfilled his every wish and wanted to be released from his threats. But it wasn’t the time.

Medi nodded. “I am in a, as you say, a magnanimous mood. I will not punish you this time. But you must learn to manage your time better.” He turned to the table and picked up a small package. “I am going to have party in a few weeks, a beach party. And I really expect that you should come. I wish you to wear this while you are there. You may bring a date, as you wish.”

Yvette opened the box and took out a skimpy two piece bikini. She held it out. The fabric seemed very thin, and just about the tone of her flesh. She held it to her body. She supressed a sudder.

“I think we should see if it fits, should we not?” As the girl got to her feet and headed for the bathroom to change, he felt his rod harden again. Maybe he would settle for her pussy this afternoon.