Melody's body was betraying her, she was getting so wet from his probing fingers, and he knew how to work over her tight pussy. Melody whimpered and cried, praying he would stop. Once he pulled his fingers from her, she sighed in relief,  she figured the worst was over, that he was just there to scare her. That he would let her go from this "lesson".<br/><br/>Melody could not have been more wrong. Withing mere seconds of his fingers leaving her body, she felt his cock at her entrance. "No Mr. Mercer, No! God, Please stop! Please, anything but that!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears. He pushed in slowly, stretching her, and then she felt it, the pain of him taking her innocence. The pain shot through Melody like an arrow, he had taken the one thing from her that was meant for another, a first love, a husband. Now she was ruined forever. Melody cried tears of pain and anger, how could he do this to her, rape her like this? She would tell the headmaster when she met with him, there had to be some recourse for Mr. Mercer's actions!<br/><br/>Her body wrapped around him like a glove, drawing him in further and further. She hated what was happening, but her body reacted in a positive manner to his invasion. She was wet and dripping and his cock slid in and out with ease. Melody shook with terror, he was raping her and no one knew, she was alone, who would believe her. He hit a spot in her and she jumped, a wave of please rode through her.<em>Pleasure?</em>, no this couldn't be happening, yet that one spot he rubbed made her feel so good, it was too unexpected. There was no way Melody was going to let on that he had hit her in a way that she actually liked it. She bit her lip and continued to cry and stay silent. It was rape, pure and simple, even if he knew how to bring her pleasure, it was wrong and that was that.