Warning: This story contains rape and forced breeding. If this isn't something you enjoy, please consider reading something else.
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Peter sighed as he opened the door to his cramped office, and walked inside, wrestling with the stack of manila folders in his arms. Mentally he added one more thing to his list of reasons of why he shouldn't have taken this job at community college in podunk nowhere: the offices were too damn small to get anything done. Working on autopilot he walked to his desk where he'd planned to set the stack down and take a break, when at the last minute he saw there was something in his way.
He set the folders down on the broad windowsill instead and took a look at what turned out to be a cute card covered in hearts. It instantly brought a smile to his face, and he let the annoyances of the day drain from him as he reached down to pick it up. There was one good reason to work here after all: Marybeth Stevens. He could put up with the rest as long as he had her. She was a lovely young adjunct professor five years his junior still working on finishing up her thesis while she taught a few classes for the math department. She was the only real light in this dingy, forgettable corner of the country, and for the last few weeks she'd taken to leaving him little cards and tokens, always signed "Your Secret Admirer." Oh she denied it when he hinted at them of course, but he knew this was just the sort of game that she'd like to play.
This card was even cuter than the last one, mostly because as soon as he picked it up, he saw the glass hidden behind it with condensation slowly beading on what looked to be bourbon chilled with a large chunk of ice. 'Though it's not as intoxicating as me, I hope that you enjoy this rusty nail until I finish with class and give you your real surprise. XOXO Your Secret Admirer." Peter shook his head slightly as he picked up the glass and sat down in the comfortable chair in the corner that he usually let his students use during office hours.
That girl was just full of surprises, he thought, taking a sip of the drink, noting the notes of Scotch, Drambuie, Lemon and... something else - bitters maybe. It's not how he would have mixed the drink exactly, but it was still good, and in this case it was definitely the thought that counted. She was definitely the bright spot in his life right now. He'd known that leaving the ivy league university he'd worked at before and moving back to small town nowhere not so far from where he'd grown up in the Carolinas would be bad, but it was worse than he'd imagined. He'd had to give up so much because he'd rejected that crazy bitch of a student that had burned his whole life down his whole life when— He took a deep breath. That didn't bear thinking about right now though, he admonished himself, taking another drink and focusing on the present. That chapter of his life was over, and a new one had started. Things were looking up.
Peter had come back to office intending to knock out some grading before he went home, but as he sat there in the chair sipping the drink his not so secret admirer had prepared for him, he found himself enjoying the moment. After twenty minutes and an empty glass he was so relaxed he could barely bring himself to move at all, and instead he floated in his own little cloud of euphoria, thinking about the trouble that he and Marybeth could get into when she finished her class in almost an hour. It didn't really seem like something he would do, Peter reflected. He was a workaholic that burned the candle at both ends as well as in the middle, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Strangely, it occurred to him that this didn't seem like something he would do, but it didn't even really feel like his body. He was trying to comprehend why he felt like he was melting into the chair when he heard his door open.
He looked up, and thought for sure that he was hallucinating when he saw Rosa walk into his office. She flashed him a wicked smile, and then gently shut the door behind her. "Hello Peter, it's been a while."
"What are you doing... there's a restraining order..." he stammered. It was almost a nightmare, but if he was dreaming he doubted she would have looked this good. The psycho Latina had always been a looker, but today in a loose fitting dress that ended just above the knees and showed off her apple sized tits, she looked dangerously delicious.
"I know about the restraining order silly," she cooed, walking closer to him, "But don't worry, I know that they made you do that. I know you still want to be with me... We can put all of that behind us." As she spoke she walked over to him and reached out to touch his hair. Peter tried to flinch, but found that he could barely move. While he tried to figure out why that was the case, she stroked his cheek. "I missed you baby. I missed you so much."
"It must have been the drink," Peter muttered to himself, trying to figure out why he couldn't throw this woman out of his office like he wanted to. "But why would Marybeth—"
"She didn't make you that drink silly," Rosa said, kneeling in front of him and perching her head on steepled fingers on top of his knees so she could look him in the eyes. "Mi bebida especial. Just for you."
"But it was from my secret admirer," Peter argued, trying to sit fully upright and put some real fire in his voice. "That can't be you. I've been getting those notes for weeks..."
"But of course it was me, mi amor. Who else could it be? I've been here almost as long as you. Almost a whole semester. I came as soon as I tracked you down." Rosa smiled at him looking very pleased with herself, "But I knew that our reunion had to be special, and that I had to give you time to cool off, so I chose Valentine's day to surprise you. You can't blame me for getting a little impatient and dropping a few hints before now though, can you?"
