Peter Jenkins - Drugged into sin

Price laughed sadistically as his hand began to slide up to the fleshy part of her thigh and his fingers pinched the warm, soft skin on the inside of her legs.

Jimmy looked at her challengingly, but her eyes met his with a cold stare as she tried to stop the tears from flowing, hoping that he would just leave and wait for the next phone call, the call for another job.

He started to walk to the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a voice said, "What's your hurry, son? Why not wait and see the entertainment."

He didn't know exactly what they had in mind, but the grip that was biting into his shoulder blades told him that he had better turn around and stay at the house if only for a little while.

When he went back into the room he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Several of the girls had already stripped down to the brassieres and panties and were tantalizing the men to come join them on the couches. He looked for Christine, but he could not see her. Finally, after a few minutes he heard her voice coming from a door at the far end of the room, crying and pleading with Price.

"You promised me that nothing would happen to Jimmy. You promised that you would never let him know what was happening!" she was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Well, my dear," he said, "since your boyfriend has decided to go straight on us I don't see that I have any choice. After all, the only real hold I have on him is you, you and your beautiful body, your prowess in bed and I can't let that get away. Even if he should try, we still have you and I couldn't let you leave us that easily. After all, you are the best lay in the house, you satisfy every horny bastard that I send around to you, so you too are valuable. Besides, you would miss all the loving you get from Price and his boys now, wouldn't you?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"But you couldn't do that, even you have that much of a sense of promise," she said, trying to appeal to his sensitivity, which was totally lacking.

Jimmy headed towards the direction of the voice in an effort to help her, but in a second there were two men holding him back into the larger room.

"That's okay," Price said. "Let the little boy come in and watch. Let him see his virginal girlfriend in action. Maybe that will change his mind about going to the cops."

All at once the arms that had been holding him back were dragging him into the smaller anteroom where Price was holding Christine. His hands were around her waist and then he appeared he let his hands wander up to the soft, full mounds of her breasts, cupping them and juggling them as if they were made of jelly.

Jimmy tried to break loose and grab her from his lustful hold, but the arms once again grabbed out at him and he could feel himself being pinned to the wall.

"Hold him for just a moment, let him see what his little bitch is about to do to make old Daddy Price happy!" His eyes were lit with passion and cruelty, and there was nothing that he could do and Christine's struggles were futile.

He was being held fast while he watched Price run his hands up and down the soft, voluptuous curves of her body, pinching, fondling, cruelly caressing every inch of her flesh. Christine was struggling, trying to get away from his vise-like grip, but it was useless, his hands were like the claws of a crab, biting and hurting, digging into her and not about to let go.

Jimmy tried to close his eyes and his mind to what was about to happen to his tender sweetheart but his head was forced back up against the wall. "Open your eyes," Price hissed over at him. "I want you to see this!"

Christine looked across at him, her eyes begging with him to understand that she could not help what was going to happen any more than he could help what had happened to him the previous night.

Price dragged her back into the corner of the smaller room and he could hear the tearing of cloth and he knew that Christine was being stripped naked.

The men forced Jimmy around the room until he stood directly opposite a small, dim light that was burning in the corner. Price was busily rummaging at Christine's clothing. He was standing behind her and had ripped off her blouse, revealing her brassiere and the full, supple orbs that protruded from above the cloth. His hand was working itself inside the binding until he reached the tender nipple of her breasts. The other hand was tugging at the waistband of her skirt, ripping the buttons and pulling the thin material to the floor. She stood there completely without outer clothing, dressed in her flimsy underwear… her brassiere, silk bikini panties, garter belt and stockings and shoes. She was struggling against his power, but it was doing no good, because his massive hands soon found the tiny, red nipples of her breasts and were tweaking them cruelly until they stood completely erect.

"Man, look at those tits," Price said huskily. "I can't wait to get my tongue around those babies."

Jimmy gasped, he could not stand the thought of anyone else touching his girl, the girl he loved so much, the girl with whom he had shared so many tender moments of love lately. Their lovemaking had not been out of depravity, lustfulness, it had been out of love, tender love and he could not bear the thought of anyone else touching her body.

He tried to free himself from the hands that held him fast to the wall, but with each renewed effort he was forced backwards until his head slammed soundly into the plaster, causing his ears to ring.

Price had unfastened the hooks of Christine's brassiere and was tugging at the straps in an effort to release the binding from her body. She could do nothing to stop him as he roughly pulled the thin silk straps so tight and furiously that they finally broke and her breasts stood out like two white cones, full and resilient. Price's hands covered them harshly, pinching the soft flesh of her bosom and tweaking her pink nipples into erectness so that they stood out provocatively, temptingly.

The other men in the group caught their breath and you could hear a huge gasp sound throughout the room.

"Aren't they beauties," he laughed. "Think of sucking on these mounds."

The men watched him jealously as he fondled her sensitive breasts, squeezing them into various shapes, leaving deep, red fingerprints wherever he touched.

She watched the men as they glared at her and finally her eyes had the courage to meet Jimmy's once again. He was standing there helplessly, watching the horrible degradation and humiliation of her body, the body that he loved and cherished so much.

Price's hands began to wander further down her body until he was holding her tightly around her slim waist, forcing her buttocks back into his pelvis. She could feel the bulge of his cock through the material of his pants and she knew that there was no way that he would be left unsatisfied, and that Jimmy and all of the other men would be there to watch her ultimate humiliation and shame as he planted his seed of lust deep inside her unwilling body.

The panting in the room began almost a roar and Jimmy, in spite of his revulsion could feel his penis begin to stiffen within the confines of his trousers. The sight of this beautiful girl, his girl, bare-breasted in front of him, would cause any man to desire her regardless of the circumstances.

Price could no longer control himself with just the feeling of her breasts and he let his hands slide down inside her silk panties until he could find the clasp of her garter belt. Deftly he unhooked the eyes that held the belt up and let it fall casually aside, giving his fingers more room to explore what was being concealed inside the soft covering of silk over her crotch. His fingers began to work swiftly at tugging the restricting panties down and letting the garter belt fall until she stood in front of him and the men completely naked except for her stockings which were hanging loosely around her knees.