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