Denise looked around at all of the happy faces and smiled because the party was going so well. It certainly took the stress off, as she was the one who made most of the arrangements for the large neighborhood gathering. Everyone seemed to love an Independence Day celebration and the party atmosphere spread through the entire neighborhood. Denise was over the top, as everyone came up and thanked her for the great party.
It seemed someone was constantly shoving a drink in her hand and it felt like the celebration would never end. One thing that no one expected or realized was the fact alcohol was readily available to not only the adults, but also to the numerous teenagers in attendance. Three of the cunning and more devious teens huddled together near a secluded area of the park, as they watched all the happenings going on in the central section.
"Do you have it ... the fucking shit to put in her drink," one teen whispered to his buddy.
"Fuckin' eh I do," the buddy replied, as he held up a full glass of spiked booze. 'Once she drinks even a little of this, she won't remember a fucking thing. She'll get so fucking horny that she'd fuck anything that moves."
The teenagers had planned and schemed for weeks. One of their dads was from a small country in Africa and he inadvertently provided his son with what he correctly revealed was more than a serious tranquillizer. He said it was called goat-weed and once the sedative was given to a woman, she got hornier than ever without even realizing what happened. The dad cited examples in his own village where young innocent women were taken advantage of after consuming a portion of the goat-weed.
Dave leaned closer to his buddy, Jeff. "So your dad says no woman can resist this African weed. Once they drink it, lust and desire takes over and they can't resist," he whispered.
"Yeah, but ... but what if she finds out?"
"Don't worry. After we fuck her brains out, what's she gonna say?"
"I hope you're right."
"Like I say, don't worry," Dave reassured his buddy. "I'll get her over to that bush area ... to where it is dark as hell and you just be ready with the goddamn drink."
Dave promptly left his buddies and headed towards the gorgeous hostess who had already consumed more alcohol than her slender 120 pound body could tolerate. Denise had trouble standing let alone walking, as the numerous drinks took a huge toll on her ability to think straight. She easily could be classified as drunk and her memory after a certain point was completely gone. The last thing Denise remembered was knowing she was intoxicated and realizing it was time to retire.
Denise was wobbly but she managed to find her way out of the main party area. She stumbled across the park and approached a darkened section near a bunch of bushes. "You did a marvellous job. It's a great party and we have you to thank," Dave said to the drunken hostess. "I know Jeff, Cory and I are just teenagers, but we wondered if you would have a drink with us ... sort of a toast to Independence Day."
Denise would have no memory of talking to the teenager or that she accepted a drink from him. The area was fairly secluded, but she seemed willing once Dave's two smiling friends appeared out of nowhere. Deni readily raised her glass when the teen toasted the occasion and she tried not to spill, as the drink sloshed around in the glass. She took a sip each time one of the teenagers offered a toast to the Independence Day celebration.
The teen's continued to make toasts and without realizing it Denise consumed a good portion of the spiked drink. When her knees started to buckle and her legs felt too wobbly to stand, she gladly accepted a helping hand from the infatuated teenager. "Please, let me give you a hand ... help you up to your condo and get you home," Dave whispered and smiled when he noticed her glassy eyes try to focus. "Here's to another Independence Day and may our country remain free."
Denise heard the toast and without thinking she followed the teenager's lead. It seemed natural to finish off the drink to bring an end to the festivities and she emptied her glass in a hurry. Dave wrapped his arm around her and one of his buddies took her glass, as all three tried to help and carry Denise across the park to the entrance to her condo building.
Denise was a zombie. She was virtually passed out or too sedated to even know what was happening or where she was going. Her mind remained totally blank when she was escorted up to her condo and she actually invited them inside much to the delight of the three horny teenagers.
Denise tried to open her eyes, but they just wouldn't open. Her brow was etched with lines of pain and agony, as her head hurt so bad she found it impossible to think. What happened, she wondered, and tried again to at least squint so she could see. She shrugged her shoulders and remained motionless because her entire body hurt when she moved just the tinniest bit.
It took another five minutes before Denise actually managed to open her eyes. She stared straight up at the ceiling and tried to think or at least remember something about what happened during the party. The last thing she remembered was standing with a bunch of friends who offered her drinks. She remembered feeling overly joyous because of the numerous compliments given to her and blamed her excessive drinking on a temporary lack of control.
Denise had no recollection of sipping on the sweet smelling refreshment handed to her by one of the teens at the gathering or did she even remember their names. Subconsciously she would recall how each mouthful tasted better and better yet her memory would remain a blank for most of the evening.
All of a sudden she leaped out of bed and ran as fast as she could to the bathroom. Luckily to seat was up on the toilet and she merely wrapped her arms around the bowl, as the heaving started. She couldn't remember the last time she threw up and it seemed to take forever before she felt good enough to lift her head out of the bowl.
Denise simply sat back on the floor and blinked her eyes a few times, trying to clear her head. Just as she thought she was steady enough to move, it hit again and she hugged the bowl for another few minutes. When she felt well and strong enough, Deni sat up again and wiped her forearm across her mouth to remove any lingering vomit.
Her legs felt extremely weak, but she found the strength to stand up. Deni slowly moved over to the sink and she received the biggest shock of her life. She stared into the big bathroom mirror and her heart literally stopped. Slowly her eyes moved up and down her body, as she studied the horrible scene.
Her hair was a complete mess with it tangled and sticking out, as if it had been days since she combed or brushed her hair. Her face looked strained and tired with dark bags under her normally bright and cheerful eyes. When she glanced down to her chest, her stomach heaved and she rushed back to the toilet for another bout of sickness.
Denise raised her head out of the bowl and glanced down at her chest. The detailed markings and evidence was still there and she cried. Tears rolled down her rosy cheeks, but luckily her stomach was empty so there was no more vomiting. Deni rolled back onto her butt and studied the dark red hickies all over her white velvety boobs. She lost count of the number, as the red blemished were all over, but there was something a lot worse adorning her chest.
Deni stood up and looked into the mirror again. "Suck My Titty" was written directly above her right boob and there was a black arrow pointing straight at her nipple. Etched above her other boob was, "Kiss My Nipple", and again it had an arrow pointing to her somewhat swollen bud that appeared hard and erect.
There were black and red ink marks all over her stomach, but they were insignificant compared to the marks on her lower extremities. The tears rolled down her cheeks and Deni cried out loud, as she stared at the obvious humiliation. Probably the most disturbing facet was the absence of any hair, as her entire pelvis and pussy area was completely shaven. She couldn't imagine someone taking the time to actually shave all of the hair and her heart started racing.
Again the black ink was everywhere. "Kiss My Lips" was scribbled along one thigh with an arrow pointing directly at her pussy and the tip was actually on her puffy labia. On the other thigh was, "Cock Goes Here." There was a crude picture of a big penis drawn on her newly shaved pelvis and the head aimed straight at the womanly target.
All of a sudden her heart stopped. Denise slowly put the palm of her hand on her tummy and then moved her fingers downward until they reached her crotch. She deliberately touched her overly swollen pussy-lips and then felt the immense wetness leaking out of her guts. Deni would never understand why she coated her fingers with the sticky residue and then slowly brought her hand up to her nose. She sniffed and then stared at the obvious moisture, knowing full well it was the leftover juices from a sexual encounter.
"No, no, dear gawd, this can't be happening to me," she cried. "How can there be semen ... please, no."
The shock slowly wore off and she stopped crying. Denise realized that she must have had sex with someone, but whom? She never consented or remembered anyone even asking her to have intercourse. Then it hit her! Dear Lord, what if? What if I get pregnant? Her heart skipped about three beats and then started racing like mad. "Oh no, who? What happened last night," she whispered.
.... There is more of this story ...