Unknown - The Watch Dog

Lucy screamed as their hands touched her flesh, but the husky, thick- armed one closed her mouth with a huge palm that covered half her face, blocking her breath so severely that she feared she would black out. «You got the stuff, David?» he asked, his lips moistening at the prospect of what awaited him there on the bed – a beautiful rich girl, the kind he'd hungered for all his life, ever since the days in public school in Washington when the kids with the money walked away with everything, the good grades, the best positions on the school teams, scholarships … and now was his chance to get even.

«Yeah, I still got a pocketful. Here take another one for yourself and let's get a couple down her pretty throat. That is, unless she'd rather have a cock instead.»

«Oh, please … please …» Her voice was nothing more than a tearful whisper as the huge man released her; there was no will to fight left in her, just the one hope she could cling to, the thin hope of mercy before it was too late … before she was raped!

«Here, baby, take this and swallow it before I get pissed off.» David handed her a small white tablet and began to pull at the bottom of her nightie as his friend held her firmly to the bed with one huge hand on her shoulder, as easily as a cat might pin a mouse to the floor before devouring him.

«Wha … what is it?» she asked fearfully. Drugs had never been for her; alcohol was as high as she liked to get.

«It's a 'sopor,' bitch … the love drug. Everybody's taking 'em these days. You'll feel a little drunk at first, but then … va-va-voom! You'll see why they call it the love drug … methaqualone, if you want to be technical. But one of these, and you ain't in no mood for anything technical … just fucking!»

«No, I won't take it! I won't!» she cried, but before the words had left her mouth, the big blue-jeaned man tightened his grip on her left shoulder with a strength she would have never dreamed possible. Almost instantly, her shoulder seared with a pain a hundred times more intense than the worst cramp she could remember; perspiration broke out in a beaded row across her forehead and she bit her lower lip in painful resistance. But there was no chance, none at all. She opened her mouth and took the dreaded pill; there was no hope of concealing it, for David probed her tongue and lips with clinical fervor until satisfied it was on its way to her belly … and to her brain.

Even as she swallowed it, Lucy was remembering the drug at last and the much-repeated warnings about mixing it with alcohol. Of the near- catatonic helplessness, coupled with the maddening sexual arousal for which it was famous … and then she remembered the large can of beer she had consumed less than an hour ago …

Was it only minutes that had passed? For the now-naked young blonde girl there on her bed, two lust-crazed men pressed close around her like vultures waiting for their prey to die, it could easily have been hours instead. Or even days. Perhaps it was the intensity of her fever- pitch emotions, her gut-twisting fear, that made the dreaded «love drug» work its salacious magic so quickly; it burned its way down her gullet and into her belly like a pellet of white-hot lead, and she could literally feel the surge of methaqualone wash into her bloodstream, its potent inhibition-killing strength already on its way to the deepest recesses of her mind. Her skin tingled and flushed and she felt strangely giddy and helpless, like being drunk, only much worse – she could see and feel everything around her, but she was powerless to resist!

Her arms fell uselessly to her sides and her voice box balked at producing another scream … her own body was betraying her! It was a mutiny of her own flesh and blood! She offered no resistance as David and his husky confederate lifted her bare arms and pulled her sheer nightie up and over her head. She fell back onto the bed, completely and utterly naked, every inch of her sun-bronzed loveliness vulnerable to their coldly probing stares; she had never felt so abjectly exposed, as though she were stripped bare in a Bedouin's tent filled with sex- hungry Arabs!

She peered through drug-misted, incredulous eyes as the two men removed their pants and undershorts, leaving their shirts, incongruously in place, their jutting cocks poking from beneath their shirttails like poles from an awning. In her love-drugged haziness, their cocks seemed disembodied from their loins, two twin penises of throbbing purplish flesh moving toward her unprotected nakedness with relentless virile energy, actually seeming to pulsate in a steady, primitive rhythm, a jungle beat of sensual incitement that threatened to forcibly trap her in its wanton arousal.

«Please … please, no,» she whined in self-defeat, her heart and mind wracked with the awareness that there was nothing she could do to stop this horrible act from taking place. The one David nick-named «Large» grinned down at her obscenely through yellowed, smoke-stained teeth, his fist clenched around his immensely-distended penis; lifted upward as it was, his swollen cock-shaft looked like an extra leg growing from the hair-matted thicket of his muscular pelvis.

David reached out to her naked flesh and she shuddered at his touch; a hand that would have brought pleasure and warmth yesterday now numbed her flesh with coldness and dread. He reached between her slender, trim thighs. «Come on, baby, open those rich-girl legs a bit and show my buddy here what a sweet pussy you've got. I told him all about that tight littl' box o'yours, and he's eager for a peek.»

«D-David, no!» she gasped as he pushed apart her smooth trembling thighs, revealing the moist cuntal slit for their hungrily appraising eyes. She cried out as he crudely bored a stiffened finger up into her simmering vagina, thrusting it so painfully deep that it was hidden up to the palm in the rapidly-lubricating flesh of her pussy.

«That stuff's working already,» he whispered to his friend. «She's wetter'n a teenybopper at a rock concert!» He stuffed another thick finger into her defenseless pussy, mercilessly fingering her nakedly- splayed pussy-flesh. «Aaaawwwwwwww! … P-Please, no, I'll pay you money, anything! Please!» she sputtered chokingly, her buttocks grinding into the mattress in a vain effort to elude the cruel, sadistic attack between her quivering thighs.

David chuckled at her plight, his eyes wide with lust and a passion for revenge that transcended even the «love-drug's» potency. «Money won't save your ass this time, bitch! I had a chance at all of it and that's gone now, so it don't mean a shit to me anymore … me and my buddies'll make up for that loss though. You're gonna' pay me back for all these months of sucking up to all your asshole friends. If I ain't getting a whack at all that money, I'll make up for it with one hell of a whack at your rich little cunt!»

The heavy-set long-haired man laughed drunkenly, his mouth twisting unevenly in a sinister leer as he watched David's fingers plundering the fleshy pinkness of Lucy's helpless cuntal crevice. Damn, ol' Davey boy had been telling the truth when he said this country-club cunt was something else! Fuck, she was like a center-fold girl, only this was real flesh, not something out of a magazine. With a face like a movie- star's, those pretty little lips, perfectly shaped, her complexion rich and creamy, the kind that seems to come with money … man, what it was gonna' be like fucking this piece! He laughed to himself in private indulgence, fuck, I ain't never gonna' wash my cock again when it comes out of her sweet pussy!

«Goddamn, Davey, hurry it up … my cock's like a firecracker and the fuse is lit!» The big man towered over her like some medieval giant, his face and neck dripping with anxious perspiration, his obscenely- huge penis stiffened between his fingers like a massive cudgel.