I didn't have a lot of tears left. My cheeks were dry.

All I could do was hold on tightly to the desk he had be bent over. My frilly black skirt was bunched up around my waist. My black panties were almost in my line of sight. He had forced them off me while he dragged me over here. I could have fought back. I think I did, it was hard to remember. I've always had this problem of being too submissive. Too afraid to fight back. It wasn't helping.

Behind me was the dean of the college I was going to. His pants were at his feet, and his cock was plunging deeper and deeper into my pussy. I don't know what had gotten into him, but he forced himself on me while we were talking. I don't know what made him do it, it wasn't like him. The older man continued to thrust his hips, and I could feel the head of his cock nearly reaching my womb. Or at least, that's what it felt like. I was being violated, my virginity snatched away from me for simply looking a little too cute tonight. Why would I go to a meeting with the dean alone at night? My thin blouse was ripped open, my long, black hair was ruffled, and my 32DD breasts were being smushed against the hard wood of his emptied desk.

I think I didn't have any tears left because my rape was only the second worst thing to happen to me today.

I came home to a crime scene. A neighbor of ours had noticed a quick yell, and then nothing. The police had closed my whole home off. They didn't want me to see it, but I had to. When I had the chance, I ran in to see my father's body on the floor, and his head...by the wall. Cleanly cut off. It was a bizarre scene and the police had no leads. Despite living in an apartment, we were actually pretty well off, and we had a number of things any robbers could have stolen. But they were all there. The gruesome murder had been done on purpose.

And now I was being raped. And inseminated. I could hear the dean moaning, unloading his hot semen inside of me. He didn't even care about protection. What a horrible man...but I felt worse...because I could feel my body starting to enjoy it. I felt a tinge of excitement when he man handled me. When he grabbed my wrists to keep me in place and licked my body. I kept telling myself I didn't fight back because I was scared. In truth...I think it was also because I was a little too curious to know what it would feel like.

When he finally let go of my hips and let me rest on the floor, he pulled out. He could tell that my pussy was wet, my juices mixing with his cum.

"You filthy fucking whore...clean yourself up, and then we can continue our talk..." I flinched as he smacked my ass once, and then left to his personal bathroom to clean himself up.

I laid there, cursing myself for slightly enjoying my own rape, cursing myself for having this life...that's when I felt the warm feeling in my stomach. I had never felt it before. I almost thought it was my body telling me I was pregnant, but that was quickly swept to the side. This was new.

Then there was the flashing light, and I found myself...somewhere else...I was in a forest,. And I was completely, utterly naked. I stood up, not worrying about covering myself, since I appeared to be alone. This was not any forest I had ever been to. It was beautiful, luscious greens everywhere, the sunlight was cascading through the treetops. I could hear animals...I was a little scared there might be something dangerous nearby, but that was quickly ignored when I heard something...else...