Chapter 2

Jane woke up the next morning and thought that the horrors of the night before were all just a bad dream.

"Must have been that pepperoni pizza I had for dinner," thought Jane, "I've got to watch what I eat a bit more."

While Jane showered she thought back and what she thought was a very vivid dream.

"Gee, just thinking about that dream has must be getting me horny," thought Jane, "I have an urge to suck some poor guy's cock dry."

Jane left the shower and began to don her clothes. She recoiled in shock when she looked in the mirror and saw the words written backwards in her reflection, "You wish is my command..."

"Oh my god!," thought Jane, "Maybe it wasn't a dream after all. I KNOW I didn't have a shirt like this before. I'm really confused about all this. Maybe the assholes in the library drugged me last night, but there's no way that it could have done any permanent damage to my brain. I feel just fine. Those bastards are going to pay for what they did to me!"

Jane left her room, intent on reporting the events of the night before to the dean. She walked across campus and stormed into the dean's office.

"Can I help you young lady?," said the middle-aged secretary.

"Where is the dean?," said Jane, "I was drugged and attacked by the library staff last night."

"Oh dear," said the secretary," That's terrible, I can't imagine any of the library employees doing anything like that. I'll see if the dean will see you."

The secretary buzzed the dean and relayed Jane's message to him.

"He will see you now," said the secretary, "Just go in through that door."

Jane entered the Dean's office, and said, "Mr. Johnson, I was drugged and sexually assaulted by the entire library staff last night!"

The dean looked skeptically at Jane and said, "That seems a bit hard to believe, Miss. How exactly did they 'drug' you, and what did they do to you?"

Jane proceeded to recount the events of the night before to the dean.

"So, according to what they told you last night, you are now addicted to sperm, and you no longer have to will to control your own actions?," asked the dean.

"Yes, but I think they just drugged me with something that affected my judgement last night, I'm sure its impossible to destroy one's free will like that."

The dean smiled and said, "I agree, it seems extremely improbable that a drug could have such a long lasting effect. Such a drug, if it did exist would make you extremely vulnerable to the whims of others. I do have a question, though. Why would you actually wear that T-shirt that they gave you, if something like that had happened to me, there is no way I would ever wear the shirt."

Jane looked down and noticed that she was still wearing the T-shirt emblazoned with the words, "You wish is my command..."

"I... I... I'm really not sure," Jane stammered. "It was sitting on my chair and I guess in my hurry to come here, I forgot to take it off."

The dean rubbed his chin and said, "Yes, I guess I could understand that." His facial expression became to change a bit. His concerned smile began to look more like a leer. "Well Jane, there is probably only one way to see whether the drug has affected your ability to resist other's wishes."