Get her proof...whether she wants to or not

I really didn't want to be here, but I had no idea I would soon find more and more that I'd have to choose between situations I didn't like. If only my own body didn't betray me so much.

I closed up my top and tried to smooth down my short skirt. I didn't bother with the panties. I could barely find the energy to put them back on. Why? Why should I, anyway, I'm just a worthless slut who...who...

Why was I thinking like that?

That was when the dean finally reappeared. His attire, a grey suit without the jacket to cover his white dress shirt, was now completely on again. He didn't look like he had just taken advantage of an emotionally weak student. He looked at me with sharp eyes, his sudden seriousness could only barely hide his hunger for me, his desire to have my again.

"If you tell anyone, I'll deny it...And I know you...you don't want to be in the spotlight again...you told me yourself..."

It was true. It was enough that I found my father murdered, but I hated the news coverage. I managed to avoid it as best as I can, but now...if I were to tell anyone, I'd have to endure it again. What was wrong with me? Why would I prefer to let this **** go rather then go to the media? It had to be because I wanted to avoid the attention, not because...

"Get out of here, bitch. And make sure to drop by again sometime, I'd love to have another...talk with you..."

I hated that he called me such horrible names. I hated it even more that my pussy would start to moisten a bit when he did.

Since it was night, there weren't a lot of people around. In my state of disarray, I managed to evade any prying eyes, at least until I got off campus. Against all odds, considering everything that happened to me since this craziness started, I got back home. At least, where my home was now, anyway.

One of my closest friends, Brian, had offered me his home to stay at. He didn't ask for any compensation, which anyone would guess was because I wasn't in the right state of mind to think about, I should be in mourning. I knew the truth. He wasn't good at hiding his crush on me, and despite the horrible situation, I'm sure he was happy to have me over. I was hoping he wouldn't try to awkwardly flirt with me. In reality, he really was a good person. Maybe I could...share my experience with him.

I opened the door to his place. It was small, cozy, well organized and filled with things like computers, lap tops, video games and tablets. It was hard to be bored here. It was also hard to sneak in. He really needed to get rid of the loud creak of his front door.

"Kat?" I heard him ask from his room. He quickly appeared from it, his scrawny body covered in a loose black t-shirt and basketball shorts. "Hey, Kat...you okay? What happened to you?..."

I wasn't sure what to lead with. Best to carefully explain everything that happened. We sat down on his couch and I started my story...

"He **** you?" Brian asked. It was a bit hard to believe, but my quiet demeanor, along with my ruffled hair and clothing, gave credence to it.

"Yes...he did...but then...something strange happened..." I said with a nearly shushed voice.

"Strange? Kat, this bastard fucking **** you, how could you focus on anything else?"

I still wasn't certain how to tell him anything. So...I did the next best thing. I let it all spill out.

"Well, after I was ****, I teleported to some other fantasy realm, where I was naked, and I was in a forest, and this green fairy guy introduced himself and made me suck him off, and then he told me I was something called A Princess Knight meant to protect the land, and that I got my power from being **** and humiliated, and then I came back to the regular world and the Dean told me to go home, and I got on a bus and came straight here..."

I said it all as one continuous sentence, just so he wouldn't interrupt me and accuse me of being on ****.

"Did he **** you?"

... "No." I said. "He only came inside of me. No ****." I'm not sure why I was compelled to add that fact.

"Then you're...going insane or something."

"It felt extremely real, Brian, I'm not lying..."

Brian looked at the ground for the moment. I was relieved I could share all of this with a friend. Even if he didn't believe me. When he looked back up at me, I saw something that frightened me to my very core.

He looked at me the same way the dean did. Angry eyes. Did he feel wronged somehow?

"You bitch...you're making this all up. You fucking slept with him on purpose, didn't you? And you didn't enjoy it, so now you want to call ****. I can't believe it. You're a fucking slut!"

"What?" I said in shock, moving to the opposite edge of the couch. "Brian, no, that's not what happened."

"It's true, isn't it? You're just a useless slut that loves cock." I didn't know it at the time...but his perception of me had cracked completely. He thought I was this quiet, normal girl, and he must have thought that eventually...I'd reciprocate his feelings, It'd be a fairy tail story. But now...I had been ****. My body was violated. That story was ruined.

"Get the fuck out of here." Brian said, standing up.

"Wait, no, please, I don't have anywhere else to go, all of my other friends live on campus, I can't move in with any of them!" It was my mistake to assume I was moving in here in the first place. Maybe...on some level I was taking advantage of him.

"No, fuck you, get out of here." Brian said, turning around to move back to his room.

"No!" I yelled, and dropped to my knees, grabbing his leg with my hand. "Please! Please let me stay! I'll do anything!"

I don't know if this was what he really wanted. I don't think it was....his face went from anger to the sudden realization that he could take advantage of me now.

He didn't look at me, or turn around, but he spoke. "Anything?"

"Yes, Brian, anything!..."

"...Call me daddy..."

"....What?" I was confused. Too naive to realize what he wanted from me.

"Call me daddy...you heard me..."

"Um.....okay...daddy..."

"Good, bitch. If you want to stay here, then your body belongs to me. You're no longer a person in this apartment, you're my ****. Just a little fucking toy I can use whenever I want. You'll clean my house and service me, since now I know you love cock so much, that's doing you a favor..."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He was so....shy. He could get loud if you got him going on about Overwatch, but he was never one to say anything hateful or mean...and now he was acting just like the dean. What could I do?

I stayed on my knees, and placed my hands face down on the floor, bowing to him. Like he was a god.

"I am yours, Brian...just don't let go of me..."

Brian finally turned around. "Pathetic...you're not fighting it at all...Just proving what you keep denying. You're just a good for nothing slut. Take off your clothes."

I nodded, not wanting to fight anything anymore. I stood up and started discarding my clothing, my blouse, my skirt, my bra, until I was completely naked. My white skin was still soft, I was only 18, after all, and my breasts had grown nicely since I hit puberty. All things working against me now. I covered my chest, but he gave me a grimace at that. He didn't want me to hide anything. I let my arms dangle so he could examine my body. My cheeks were beet red at this point.

"...You know, I always did like you...like, the biggest crush on you...you're so god damned beautiful, if only I'd known that you love cock so much. I would have approached you sooner. It would have been much easier."

"Yes, daddy..."

"Then just stay right there while I take some pictures for proof..."

He took his smart phone out. I was wondering what he meant by proof. Of course, proof for his guy friends....proof....wait, what about the fantasy world? Shouldn't I get back to it?...I wanted to know for sure that it wasn't a **** trip somehow, though that should have been ruled out already. I could feel that odd sensation again growing in my stomach. Was that the energy being built up again?

He took pictures while I stood there and tried to think logically about everything. Even when he made me change positions, I didn't stop to think. Nor when he bent me over the couch. I didn't stop until his cock slid inside of me.

"Wait, no!" I yelled, realizing what was happening. I turned my head to look at him. His gym shorts were on the ground. "Please, not this!"

He slapped my ass, and I winced from the pain. "Shut the fuck up, bitch, let me enjoy myself. Mmm, fuck yes..." I was being fucked by one of my male friends, another man who normally wouldn't do something like this...was I cursed?...