Peter Jenkins - Drugged into sin

"He wants me to earn money for him… by sleeping with men," she answered. She couldn't force herself to say the word prostitute, it grated her.

Robert grinned his idiot grin and said, "Well, then maybe I can be the first one today! Let me see your legs, pull up your skirt!"

She could feel the blood rush to her head and she reluctantly lifted her skirt up a little way.

"Higher," he ordered and hesitantly she raised the hem of her skirt until it was even with the lace at the bottom of her silk panties.

He looked at her lustfully, imagining what was inside those silk briefs, and wondered what it would be like to run his hand over her full, soft breasts, over her smooth rounded buttocks and between her thighs until he could feel the opening of her vagina.

Christine dropped her skirt and turned away from him, but he walked over to her and turned her around. She noticed that his penis was beginning to bulge in his pants and she felt disgusted.

"You're not so bad," he told her, his breath coming heavily.

"Really," she answered rather sarcastically, but she could tell that she would not have a chance against his brute strength if he decided he wanted to play games with her, so she changed her tone.

"Sit on that chair," he commanded her. "And spread your legs, I wanna see your pussy."

Reluctantly she obeyed him and pulled her legs wide apart as she sat down on the over stuffed easy chair so that he could have a good view between her legs. She could see that he was getting very excited and the bulge in his pants was beginning to jerk against the tightness of the material.

Maybe, she thought desperately, if I can get him excited enough I'll be able to get out of here. I may be able to catch him at a disadvantage and make a run for it. The thought of this beastly man touching her made her skin crawl, but it didn't look as if she had any choice.

"Take off your panties," he told her, watching her every move as she stood up slowly and let her hands fumble hesitantly over the tight elastic of her silk briefs. She slowly pulled them away from her hips and let them fall down around her ankles, her body trembling with fear.

His breathing was almost a pant now and he pushed her back into the chair and grabbing her knees, he forced her thighs wide apart, completely exposing the vulnerable, pink vagina. He let his eyes feast for a moment on her tight, unwanting orifice. Then, when he could no longer stand the temptation, he let one finger slowly tickle the naked opening, working his finger round and round the soft hair-covered vaginal lips until she began to squirm from the pressure of his touch.

Slowly he stepped back and began to unbutton his pants and unzip the fly until he could easily pull out his giant, throbbing organ. He stood in front of her, with his penis jerking up and walked back and forth in front of her like he was on parade.

"It's nice, isn't it?" he asked her, although it was more of a statement.

She was trying to fight back her revulsion, but managed a weak, "Yes, yes, it's very nice!"

"It'll go into you nice like, and you'll love it." As he spoke he moved towards her, but she moved from the chair and went slowly to him. She couldn't let him take her on the chair and besides she had to be within reach of something to hit him with if she had the opportunity. But, she knew she had to play the part well.

She reached out and softly touched his penis and began to stroke it up and down. Her cool fingers felt good to him and he reached behind her and cupped the supple, rounded mounds of her buttocks in his hands and rocked her towards him. She was cringing under his sickening touch, but he was too involved in his own passion to notice that her other hand had reached out and grabbed a pewter ornament that was standing on one of the tables. In one terrible moment she brought it crashing down on his head and he fell back, wavering for just a moment, and then fell heavily to the floor.

She grabbed her pocketbook and raced out into the dimly lit street and searched for the nearest telephone booth.

Her fingers shaking she dialed the operator and said, "Get me the police, please. And hurry, this is an emergency."

After detailing the plan of the robbery to the police sergeant who answered, she walked up and down the streets of the neighborhood until a car finally pulled up and answered her wave. "Can we drive you somewhere?" She looked inside the car and saw that it was a young couple, and answered, "Yes, oh yes, please. Take me to the train station. It's awfully important!"

She spent the hour on the train to New York wondering whether or not the police had arrived in time and if they did, what had happened. She had no way of knowing that the raid was already over and the men were at the hideout. She was afraid what would happen when Robert came to and what he would tell Price about the events of their evening. She rationalized that she could always tell Price, if she ever saw him again, that he had tried to rape her and she was only trying to protect herself, because she didn't think that he would like it. She could appeal to his male ego and he was just enough of an egomaniac to believe her and be flattered. She was more concerned about what had happened to Jimmy. She wished that she were with him right now and he was holding her, telling her that everything would be all right.

Finally the train pulled into Grand Central Station and she made her way up the long steps to the 42nd Street Exit and hailed a cab and gave him the directions to Jimmy's hotel.

The night manager finally let her into his room after she slipped him a five dollar bribe and she lay back on the bed and tried to doze. She had bolted the door from the inside, but she knew that the hotel man would tell Jimmy that she was there when he arrived.

It seemed like hours but finally there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it," she asked.

"Jimmy," a muffled voice answered.

She jumped out of bed and ran to the door and opened it quickly. The man standing outside her door was not Jimmy! It was Price! She wanted to scream, but it froze in her throat. The man came in and closed the door behind him.

"You didn't expect to see me, did you?" She had never heard such a cruel, menacing tone in Price's voice before.

She just stood there glued to the spot, not knowing what to do. She couldn't scream, because she was sure that Price had taken very good care of the man at the desk and he would just ignore anything that would happen.

She felt a fist hit her in the stomach and she doubled up and fell to the floor. Price grabbed her up by the shoulders and threw her savagely onto the bed and began to slap her face until she was swollen and tears were streaming uncontrollably down her face.

"So, you little bitch," he screamed, "you thought you could get away with it. Well, I've got news for you, the only people that the police got was your boyfriend. We set him up beautifully and I don't think that he will ever get out of that jail. Don't think that he'll squeal either, we made sure he understood us before we made him the pigeon!"

She was trembling as she watched Price's face contorted with rage and he could hardly speak because of his anger. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fists and raised his arm to strike her again, but she put her arms in front of her face and warded off the powerful blow.

He dragged her up from the bed and pushed her out the door in front of him.

"I'm taking you back to the house and keep you under lock and key. You are going to be the evening's entertainment for the boys for a good long time. I'll break your proud bitchy spirit yet and have you groveling on the floor begging me to stop the indecencies and humiliations that you're going to experience. You're going to be bent like a human pretzel until you decide to stop playing around with me and start shaping up." He reached over and squeezed her breast cruelly, pinching the nipple until she cried out in pain. He just laughed and hit her soundly on the buttocks and then led her down the steps and into the street.