From laurraca@aol.com Sat Apr 26 06:32:29 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: A Feminine Humiliation (lesbian rape) From: laurraca@aol.com (Laurra CA) Date: 26 Apr 1997 10:32:29 GMT -------- A Feminine Humilation I was visiting my English professor, Dr. Ann Barbara. We were alone in her office. We had become friends over the 2 yrs I had been in her classes. I was very fond of her. Could say I had a crush on her. But being as I was straight, I was very careful not to make too strong an overture. Besides I had my boyfriend Doug to take me out on the weekends, so I didnt want her to get the wrong impression. I didnt believe the talk I heard about her at first. That she liked to play with "little girls", college girls that is. Because she was feminine, always seen in the company of men. Occasionally she attended University functions with students, sometimes female students, singly, or in a group. One day during final exams, I was visiting Ann, we were just starting to be on a first name basis. "Laura darling, that was a wonderful play we saw last Saturday. Wasnt it? It kept my attention the entire time. The love scene was exquisite. (giggle) I actually began to feel a bit aroused! Are you free for a little tennis this afternoon? I can see we are just made for each other. I have lots of student friends as you know, but I feel so comfortable and at ease with you." "Thanks Dr. Barbara." "Please, call me Ann. Dr. Barbara makes me feel so old. You know, youre only slightly older than my daughter." Feeling flattered I continued, "I love visiting with you, and yes, the play was so professional for University level. I'd love to play tennis but my back is sore, I dont think its out, but its muscles are in knots. I need to see the chiropractor tonight, I have an appointment. I believe I could meet you out on the tennis court day after tomorrow. Date?" "Ohhhhh, my girl, doesnt feel good. :-( Turn around with your back to me and lift your top. Let me see your back darling. My daughter Megan has back trouble at times, from a car accident and has never completely healed. It continues to improve, but quite slowly." She stated in a regal manner. I did as she asked. She ran her hands over my back looking for sore places and knots. "Lie down on the lounge and let me massage your back a bit, it'll tide you over 'til you can get to the chiropractor." "Oh thats not necessary but thanks." "No I really must insist." she said firmly. " Lie down on this lounge. Remove your skirt, that way it wont be wrinkled when you get up to leave. And take off your blouse and bra, nobody here but us girls. :-) I used to massage Megans back all the time, for months after the accident. She had physical therapy but inbetween those sessions I had to help her feel better, she was in agony. I used hot packs and followed with massage. It helped her get to sleep at night. The pain was always worse at night." She sighed. Starting to feel relaxed again, I was wearing nothing but my lace thong panties and my white sox and tennis shoes. I lay down. "Thats right Laura, lie on your tummy and let Ann nurture you Dear. I feel a knot, let me rub it out." "Ouch", I cried. "Sorry, I didnt know what you were going to do." SUDDENLY, the room lights were very dim, soft music was playing. Ann brought 2 small glasses of sherry and suggested we sip them to relax. I drank mine down, feeling apprehensive for the first time. " I took a 2 month course in massage so I could help Megan. The wine, music and dark should help you relax, just relax and let me do all the work. I want you to be more relaxed than you've ever been." I felt a little wet between my legs from fright or what I dont know. She worked on my back. Then my legs. She kneaded and rubbed my buttocks as I was wearing only a thong. "This thong is just in the way why dont you remove it? Lift your hips, I'll slide it down." No sooner did she do that than she had me turn on my side and draw my knees up. "I want to work on your thighs." She picked up the massage oil again. Then one of her fingers went deeply and slowly up my rectum. When I cried she pulled out. "Honey, a complete massage, including internal massage, will be the best way to heal your back." "No it wont", I yelled, "I have a boyfriend. He wont like it. Leave me alone. Be nice or I'll have to go!!!" "You'll balk at first but you'll settle in." She said in a low voice. Then she again greased up her hands which were resting on my thigh and hip and began forcibly pushing a finger into my vagina, simulating intercourse. Her other hand held me down, my back was too sore and weak to struggle and put up a fight. She pushed and pushed. She rubbed my G-spot and excited me. I cried tears. She made cooing noises and used cute endearments. Then she worked on my breasts and clitorus. Against my will I had an orgasm, out of fright I suppose. I was in shock. I fainted, and when I woke up I was in sick bay. Doug took me back to my dorm room. I was shaking and needed to rest more. No one grilled me on my condition. They diagnosed me with fatigue and advised 3 days bed rest. I had 3 sessions with a counsellor so I wouldnt have to tell Doug. It was too humiliating, and I didnt want him to think I played along with her. I didnt! SHE RAPED ME! Even so I never filed charges with the police or the university administration. Ann still calls to play tennis. I tell her Im not ready to play for awhile. Amidst her whispered endearments I say "my ankle is sprained." Laurra CA