Peter Jenkins - Drugged into sin

Finally the driver pulled up in front of an old, dilapidated building in the West 90's and said, "Here you are lady. Hope your friend feels better, she sure don't look too good right now. Shouldn't drink so much if you can't handle it."

Elaine nodded, paid him the fare and steered Christine through the ground entrance way and to the back of the building.

Sam Price met them at the door, smiled at Elaine a knowing, appreciative smile and then turned to Christine.

He looked almost like a real doctor in his white jacket. He kept it around for just such occasions. Actually, he had taken a quick "cram course" from another "doctor", so he really could tell her whether or not she was pregnant, and take care of it if she were, but this was not his main purpose.

He patted her hand affectionately and said, "Well there. I understand that you think you may have a little problem. Let's have a look… just relax now and everything will be all right."

She could feel this gnawing ache becoming stronger and stronger in her loins and she almost wished that he would hurry with his examination. She was burning with a strange all-consuming desire and she wanted to be touched!

"Take your clothes off and get on the couch and we'll see," he told her – a cold clinical detachment in his voice.

She hesitated for a moment, but Elaine reassured her that everything would be all right, that she would be right there so to go ahead and do as the "Doctor" said.

"I'm ready, doctor," she managed to stammer.

He turned and faced this young girl lying on his couch, naked, waiting to see if she was pregnant. He moved over and stood beside her, looking down at her naked voluptuous body.

He let out a low whistle and turned to Elaine. "You were right, she is a beauty. Just a few more minutes and she'll be so hot that she'll beg me to let her have it."

She could hear only parts of the conversation between him and Elaine, because the tequila, plus the pill she had been slipped were just about going full strength. All she knew was that her vagina was pounding, aching to be touched, fingered and she unconsciously let her hand wander to the junction of her thighs. It was as though the others had disappeared completely. Musingly, she began to play with the soft pubic mound, gently pulling at the thin blonde hair and letting her fingers play gingerly with the lips of her vagina. Sam and Elaine watched her display intently, smiling knowingly at each other.

"She's had it now, Sam. I told you the pill would do it," the older woman grinned lasciviously at him. "She'll be the best screw you've had in a long time."

Her body was stretched out limply, but beautiful and vulnerable. She was so young and so innocent-looking lying there that Sam could not hold back any longer and his hands reached down to touch the soft, supple skin of her belly.

"Go ahead, Sam, make her really squirm for it," Elaine said huskily, her breath coming faster. He felt her stomach, gently, the soft flesh yielding to his touch and then he felt it a little more firmly. He looked down at her breasts, bulbous and taut like round white balloons in a gleaming skin with their dimpled, erect nipples. He placed his hand expertly in her vagina, feeling her involuntary withdrawal.

"It's all right… just relax," he said, a strange obscene lust burning in his eyes.

She wanted to relax, but she also wanted to thrust her hips upward against his probing fingers. He was going through all the right preliminaries just as any real doctor would do, savoring the moment when she would be out of her mind with desire and begging him to fuck her.

Her vagina was moist and her eyes were fixed on his face as if it were a magnet, and she moaned softly.

"Have you had any sickness," he asked in a very professional manner, all the time manipulating his fingers deep in her vagina, knowing that it was driving her out of her mind.

"No," she whispered huskily. "None at all, really."

"Pull your legs up a little," he said.

She obeyed him automatically and he buried his fingers ever deeper into the tight confines of her womb. He could feel the walls of her cunt close around his fingers and her breath was coming more rapidly. She realized that she was becoming uncontrollably excited and she didn't want him to ever take his fingers out of her, even though she knew she should stop him right now before she lost complete control. But Elaine's soft comforting voice floated to her. "It's all right, dear, he's just a doctor."

Finally, knowing that he was torturing her beyond all her capacity to resist, he slowly withdrew his hand from her smooth, wet vagina.

"I think you are mistaken," he said heavily, for he, too, was becoming excited with the thought of having this young thing under his command. "You're not pregnant."

She breathed a sigh of relief, looking over at Elaine with a crazy relaxed smile on her face as she tried to raise herself from the couch. Through the misty haze that was clouding her vision, she saw Elaine standing alongside the doctor, holding something in her hand. She blinked to clear the picture and realized that they were straps. She lay back, still in her stupor and wishing that he hadn't finished his "examination" so quickly, she felt unfulfilled and once more she let her hands unconsciously feel the intimate crease between her legs. Everything had suddenly become so unreal… so faraway. There was nothing but the warm, soft tingle between her legs.

The two onlookers chuckled softly and she stared at them not knowing what to do, or even whether or not she could do anything even if she wanted to. Suddenly she felt the leather of the straps on her wrists, pulling her hands away from her vagina and strapping them to the side of the couch.

"W-w-whhhaat?" she stammered and tried to jerk at the confines, but it was too late. She was really too weak to fight, but something deep inside her warned her that there was something unnatural about to happen. Her body, however, ached and longed for attention. She wondered, looking at the doctor… I wonder how big his prick is. God, I've never felt this way before… I actually want a hard, demanding prick in me, fucking me, making me cum 'till I can't stand it. She writhed beneath the firm hold of the leather and the two others watched her sensual moves lustfully.

Slowly the man called Sam began to take off his clothes and he could see her watching him, fascinated. He stripped off every stitch and he could feel the cool night air touch all over his body as a breeze blew in from the window. His penis was at half-mast, but it began to rise to full glorious height as he moved toward her. He stood directly in back of her head, letting his veined and throbbing phallus jerk sensually just over her mouth. She watched it, completely in a trance as it bounced up against his stomach. It looked so huge, but she wanted to reach out and touch it, as if to make sure it was real.

She directed her pleas back to the doctor who was about to climb up on the couch with her. He leaned forward slightly and placed his rampant prick in the cleft formed by her breasts so that her warm flesh seemed to kiss it lightly with her warmth.

He crushed her breasts with his hands, splaying them in all directions, disfiguring them so that they oozed solidly from his hands and between his fingers. He pushed her supple, full breasts together so that they met across her body and formed a fleshy tunnel in which his penis was lodged. He pressed them hard so that they squeezed his pulsing organ tightly like a glove as he began to sway back and forth over her, thrusting his stiffened prick through the channel formed by her warm, smooth-skinned breasts. As he thrust, the bright red knob of his prick appeared at the far end of the tunnel, reaching towards her face which was contorted in unfilled desire. A crazed gleam shone in her eyes… the pill had done it's work well!