The day before Rupert Rupert left, he presented me with a letter of acceptance that had come through his office.
"My student visa is approved?" I blinked my bright brown eyes and Professor Rupert nodded.
"Yes indeed, my dear!"
"But…" I tossed my long golden hair with a shake of my head. "I never applied for a student visa."
"Of course you didn't!" He chuckled happily. "Who would?"
"Ummmm…There's a plane ticket and everything." I pursed my bee stung lips.
"I know!"
"I want to go to the Sorbonne though." I drew a deep sigh, lifting my swollen breasts, and blushed when I caught the man's eyes on my body.
"Uh-huh!" Rupert Rupert agreed with a gasp.
"Do you think I should go?" I asked him, since he was my professor for another forty minutes or so.
"Absolutely, my darling!" he decided.
I was the only girl on the jumbo 747 and I'll admit that I felt nervous, especially as many of the other passengers gave me their undivided attention. Staring, I mean, and smiling too. I smiled back, but mostly I looked out the window. Leaving the plane and following the signs, I came to Immigration. There were doors marked "Citizens" and "Males" and "others" and I guessed I was an other.
"Passport," a man in uniform behind a short counter demanded. I swallowed hard as he snatched it from my fingers.
"I'm on a student…"
"Next!" he shouted, tossing my passport into a cardboard box on the floor and I blinked at him.
"Uh…My passport?" I reminded the man.
"Welcome to the Misogynist State of America!" He smiled and punched me in the mouth. "Next!"
"Ow!" I rubbed my jaw and blinked back tears, licking my lips and feeling them bruised.
"Watch your step!" Another man took me by the arm, jerking me off balance.
"Quarantine?" I wondered, having barely enough time to read the sign before finding myself in an examination room.
"Have you had your shots? Take off your clothes. Are you carrying any vegetation today? Do you like cucumbers? When was your last menses? Have you ever been pregnant? How many fingers am I holding up? How old are you? Do you have any younger sisters?"
By the end of it I was standing naked and confused, blinking at the man, an older fellow with a bald pate and leering grin as he looked me up and down. He had a tray with two needles and a large pill on it.
"I'll have to give you three injections and a pill," he told me, seeming quite happy about it. "Are you a virgin?"
"Of course!" I swallowed hard. "Uh…Why?"
"Just wondering," he chuckled. "Let me have your left arm."
"Ouch!" I frowned at the needle. "What's that for?"
"Inoculation against bird flu," he told me.
"Oh." I shrugged.
"And all known forms of sexually transmitted diseases."
"Oh!" I stared at him.
"Now this one…"
"Ouchie!!" That one really hurt!
"Immunization," he answered my unasked question.
"Against what?" I wondered.
"Parasites."
"Parasites?"
"Parasitic Fetal Infestation," he said. "To be precise."
"Ummm…" I narrowed my eyes. "You mean…Pregnancy?"
"Now for your pill," he ignored my question. "Turn around, yes yes, and bend over…Oh! Very nice!"
"What? Ummm! Ow! Not there…Hey! Ugh! Oh!"
I felt a wave of humiliation engulf me. Medical professional or not, I didn't expect or want the man to shove that horse pill inside my butt!
"No! No! Stay just like that!" he said and I heard a zzzzzip!
"W-What are you doing?" I asked, afraid to look over my shoulder and see for myself.
"Giving you your third injection!" he said with a laugh, taking my hips in his none-to-gentle and quite cold hands.
"I don't understaggh!!" I jerked forward, trying to bounce like a bunny away from the immediate discomfort of having a man's swollen cock shoved six or eight inches inside my virgin butt!
"We must…Ugh!…make sure the…Ugh!…suppository is…Ugh!…properly placed in the…Ugh!…proper…Ugh!…place! Ugh!"
"Oooh! Nooo! Owwwie! Stop! Ummm…Ouch! It hurts!"
"No stopping! Ugh! It's…sperm…activated! Uhhhhhh!" And with that bit of happy news, the good doctor unloaded his greasy load of copious semen deep, deep inside my once pristine bowels!
"Ohhh God!" I shuddered with a knee buckling orgasm that came out of nowhere. I mean, I wasn't into being raped in my ass or anywhere else and my butt ached! So I hadn't enjoyed it one tiny bit, believe me, but all of a sudden…
"Ahhh…The suppository is working I see!" The man smiled as he pulled his shrinking member from my bruised rectum. "Clean this up now. I have other other patients."
"Yes sir!" I said with unabashed eagerness, surprising myself completely because I'd intended to tell the good doctor to fuck off and die. Just before I kicked him in the balls, I might add.
But instead, I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth for his ass stained cock, slimy with the residue of his orgasm. I wrapped my lips around the shaft, drawing the smooth glans into my mouth and immediately another wave of physical ecstasy engulfed me. I was cumming again! I had to squeeze my tits because they throbbed with painful arousal. I had to reach for my virgin cunt and find my clit, rubbing my cum button like a mad woman as the best climax of my young life stole every ounce of self-respect I possessed, much to the delight of the man who'd just raped me.
Emotionally, I was filled with anger, fear, anxiety, and finally with the agony of despair as I worked my tongue around the man's cock. I nursed him hard once again and let his prick slide wetly across my face and into my silken hair as I washed his balls. I pulled his scrotum into my mouth and sucked gently on his sperm filled orbs one at a time before he'd had quite enough of...
"…your amateur skills," he said with a frown and I felt as if I'd been slapped. My eyes filled with tears and my lower lip trembled, but my reaction seemed to be exactly what the doctor expected.
"Fuck me!" I begged him, falling onto my back with my legs spread wide and my ass slapping the floor. "Please! Give me your cock!"
"Hmmm…Clinical Nymphomania." He rubbed his cheek pensively as he regarded my obscene offering and I pulled my labia apart in the hopes that he would see my hymen and do something about it.
"Cure me!" I found myself giggling, arching my back and rolling my hips. "Give me another injection!"
"Ohhhh…No cure for that, I'm afraid," he sighed theatrically. "You'll just have to learn to like it."
"I love it!" I gasped as another orgasm slammed into my brain.
"Of course you do," he told me. "You're a woman!"
"I'm a fuck-slut sex-slave for Master Cock!" I corrected him. "Hear me roar!"
"Well, I think you're safe for society now," the man said, zipping himself up and ignoring my feverish plight. "Don't bother getting dressed. You can leave now. Shoo…Shoo…Off with you."
He watched with satisfaction as I crawled out of the room and into the ever-loving arms of the Misogynist State of America.
