Note to readers: This story takes place in between the Non-consent/Reluctance story "Making a Woman of McKenzie" and the Exhibitionist/Voyeur story "McKenzie's Special Office Hours".
McKenzie turned in her test and left the classroom. She was finished with all of her finals, at last! And of course, just as her luck would have it, this last test had been on Friday. Most of her friends had already left for summer break, having finished their last finals earlier in the week. How she envied them, even though it was just a couple of days.
She did have to admit, however, that it was interesting being on the campus when so many people were gone. Her roommate had left on Wednesday, giving McKenzie her own dorm room for a couple of days. It had been nice being able to study in her room without any risk of interruptions. That and being able to have a nice, long masturbation session like she used to do in her room back home. Sure, she couldn't make all the noise she liked the way she could back home when her mom was at work, but just being able to strip naked, spread her legs wide, and play with herself using both hand and bullet vibe for as long as she liked while watching some porn on the computer was nice after months of going without.
Not that McKenzie didn't have any sexual release all term. She had a boyfriend that she was pretty serious about, and whenever they could manage some private time in either of their rooms, sex was bound to happen. Scott had left on Wednesday also, but the two of them had managed to have a goodbye fuck while her roommate was taking her last final. As the memory crossed her mind, she smiled, feeling herself become slightly aroused as she remembered the feeling of his cock driving deep inside of her.
She hadn't bothered bringing her backpack with her today, as she only had to take her final. The only thing she brought with her was a pen, which she had tucked behind her ear. In the early summer warmth, she had chosen to wear a simple yellow skirt with a dark blue tank top. Her breasts, which had always been large, bulged the top out, showing ample cleavage, but covering enough to not be considered immodest. With her pixie-like face, along with her hair, dyed blue and worn in a high ponytail except for the long bangs framing her face, she made quite the attractive picture.
Lost in her thoughts, McKenzie continued walking down the deserted hallway. It wasn't until she heard the voice that she realized she was no longer alone. "Hello, slut," it said from right behind her. She froze, recognizing the voice. It was the voice of the man who owned her. He had followed her ever since her last year of high school, doing to her whatever he wished, whenever he wished. She had learned the hard way not to fight him. If she did, he held no qualms about hurting her, and if she continued to fight, or told anyone about him, he promised to hurt her more by harming her friends or family.
She felt his hand grip her shoulder, directing her toward one of the classrooms. "Congratulations on finishing your finals," he grated, voice rough as always. "I thought I should help you celebrate."
"No," she whispered, fearfully. "My mom will be picking me up soon. I have to be back at my dorm." She was at the classroom door, and she saw his hand reach out and open it. Then he pushed her inside.
He moved her towards the front of the classroom, where the desk used by the teachers was. It being the end of the school year, it was empty. "Don't lie to me, I know she won't be here for hours yet." He stopped her in front of the desk. "Plenty of time to celebrate." He roughly gripped her hair and pushed her head down over the desk, forcing her to lay face down on it. With her short legs, her toes barely touched the floor, giving her no leverage to work with, even if she had intended to resist. The desk top was cold, sending goosebumps up her arms, a shiver down her back, and making her nipples stiffen as the cold penetrated her thin top and bra.
She felt the cold air of the classroom on the back of her legs as he lifted her skirt, folding it up over her back, exposing her panty covered ass. He ran a finger over her ass, gently, caressing her through the fabric. His finger slid inside the elastic, lightly brushing her skin. As he did this, McKenzie felt her earlier arousal increase, and she flushed in shame. Despite this man forcing himself on her whenever he liked, her body always seemed to respond to it. She felt her nipples harden even more beneath her, and some wetness begin to flow between her legs. She clenched her fists in frustration at the betrayal by her own body.
The man must have been able to sense her feelings, because she felt him remove his hand, only to jerk in pain as he gave her a hard spank. "Ah, my slut. I've been thinking about this hot little ass of yours all day." He spanked her on the other cheek.
"I'm not a slut," she returned, woodenly. She always denied his label of her, but it never made a difference. He always called her that. And even worse, she had begun to believe long ago that he may be right. Otherwise, why would she get so aroused by him?
In response, he gripped her panties and pulled hard, tearing the fabric from around one leg and stretching the other side enough that they fell down around her ankle when he released them. She felt him run a finger over her pussy, and she could hear the sound of her wetness as he slid his finger through it. "Of course you are a slut," he said. "Dripping as usual." McKenzie let out a small gasp as he pushed his finger into her pussy. It slid in so easily and damn it all it felt good.
Feeling him move his finger in and out, she forced herself not to push back against him, even as she desired to feel him deeper inside her. When he removed his finger, she stifled a disappointed moan. She listened to him suck his finger, and he moaned, but in approval. "I always love the way you taste," he said. Then she heard the sound of his zipper and of clothing being moved. She tried to look back at him, knowing what was happening but having some morbid desire to see it, but his hand still gripped her hair, holding her head still.
"Much as I would like to taste you more," he continued, "I have other plans today." McKenzie felt something at the entrance to her pussy, larger than his finger had been. In a smooth motion, the man thrust his cock inside her, and she couldn't help a moan of pleasure as he sank deep into her pussy. Her hands moved up to grip the edge of the desk, preparing for what was to come.