Chapter 40: Overdose II

Cathy Longhorn was an eighteen-year-old girl in the local girl scout troop. At eighteen, she was the oldest girl in the troop, and also the Gold Award winner for selling the most cookies five years in a row. Recently, she’d been selling cookie orders in a new neighborhood. A poorer neighborhood, where she guessed people had a weakness for Girl Scout cookies. She was right! Then on one of her trips through the rundown neighborhood, she’d been drugged, then gang-raped at one house she visited. Thanks to the effect of numerous drugs, including a new experimental Mexican drug, she hadn’t remembered a thing. Attributing the after-effects and body soreness to the flu, she went home but quickly ‘recovered’. She never could remember that hour before she woke up. Even during the gang-rape, to her it seemed more like watching a play at the time. She felt the pain; she just couldn’t understand why.

The rape had taken place on a Friday. Now it was Tuesday and the cookies had just arrived. She had quite a few to deliver. Loading her old garden wagon, Cathy made delivery after delivery. On Wednesday after school she asked her sister to help her.

“Come on! I only have three stops to make, and it’s almost 98 degrees out there! Please? I’ll give you five bucks. It’s just a long ways, you know?”

Sherri Longhorn was fourteen. Like her sister, she was attractive and very cute. She had shoulder-length light brown hair, stood 5’4” and weighed about 100 pounds. Her body did have one noticeable feature- her breasts. Like her sister, they were early bloomers, too. Just like their mom.

Sherri said her older sister, “No way. You gotta pay me ten bucks. And, I ain’t wearing no short skirt like you always do.”

The two girls argued about it for a few minutes, then Cathy agreed to the deal. Ten bucks, but Sherri had to wear her shortest shorts. Sherri ran to her room, changed from her pajamas into her smaller underwear, too-small short-shorts and a t-shirt. The t-shirt had slices cut in it intentionally, strategically placed, as was the fashion, and so she’d have no problem staying cool in this summer heat. Well, as cool as you could get in 98 degrees. She went downstairs with Cathy and they got the loaded cart from the garage.

“All this?” Sherri asked, “for three houses?”

Cathy said, “Yep. Apparently, my last stop ordered fifty freakin’ boxes of macaroons. Too bad I got sick. I might have sold more.”

They walked almost three quarters of a mile to the old Amber Hills subdivision. Definitely lower income, but these poor people loved girl scout cookies. They delivered five boxes to the first stop, eight boxes to the next. By the time they got to the third house, they were both sweating like mad from the bright sun and no shade.

Cathy said, “I told you to bring the water, stupid. I’m dying of thirst here.”

Sherri cried back, “You did not! And stop calling me stupid. Let’s just get this done, moron.”

Cathy and Sherri pulled the fifty boxes of coconut Samoa’s up to the front door of their last stop. Cathy rang the bell. A chill ran through her. A woman answered the door. She looked to be in her thirties, kinda rough looking with quite a few tattoos on her arms. She looked at the two girls.

“What do you want?” she asked crudely.

Cathy said, “We, uh, brought the cookies you ordered.” The woman stared at them, then yelled behind her.

“Hey! Anyone order some girl scout cookies?”

There was a clamor behind her and a big guy in shorts with no shirt on opened the door. He was big, tall, had a big fat belly too. He also had tattoos, a lot of them. He smiled.

“Oh yeah! We sure did! Bring them on in then!” He held the screen door open for them. The two girls looked at each other, then began to grab an armful of boxes. The man quickly said, “No, no, just bring the cart inside. You won’t hurt nothing. Come on, I’ll help you unload it in here. You two look hot! This heat is terrible, isn’t it?” Marcus spoke in a very comforting tone of voice. He stepped down, easily lifting the small wagon through the door. The air conditioning was nice. The lady said, “You two look like you could use some water. Here, we’ll get you some. Come on in out of the sun you two!”

The two girls commented on how hot it was indeed, as they watched this big old guy easily lift the wagon inside. He was like their dad’s age. Once everyone was in, Marcus quickly closed the door. “Don’t want to let the AC out!” he laughed. “Here, let me get you girls a couple of cold glasses of water.”

Jackie and the two girls took the cookies off the cart, counting them. Jackie was going along with this for now. Jackie was Marcus’s sister. She hadn’t heard about the rape the other day. She’d been at her friend’s house that afternoon. The guys had never mentioned it. Not that Jackie would have minded. She was just as degenerate as they were. Now here was her brother carrying in some little kid’s cart full of girl scout cookies. Well, he had to be up to something. Jackie was interested in what he was thinking. Theft of cookies? Kidnap for ransom? Do a photo session maybe. He’d done that before with little girls. She helped the girls count the cookie boxes. Both looked like sisters. She asked if they were and they nodded. “Are you, like, the same age almost?”

Cathy said, panting some from the heat, “I turned eighteen last week, but Sherri is only fourteen, and just barely that. Sherri stuck her tongue out at her sister.

Marcus meanwhile went quickly into the kitchen. Jason and Bill sat at the table. Jason asked who was out there. As Marcus quickly filled two glasses with water in the sink, he said excitedly, “You’re not going to believe this. It’s that same fucking girl scout from last Friday! She brought the fucking cookies!”

Jason stared. “No fucking way! That teenage chick with the big tits? She came back?”

Marcus quickly poured several ruffies into two glasses, added a few more things to the cocktail and stirred it. “No shit, I don’t fucking believe it either, but I kid you not, she’s right out there! Same short skirt, too! And, she has a little friend with her!”

Bill said, “No fucking way! Really? That fucking slut came back for more, and brought a friend? No fucking way! I gotta see this.” They both stood up. Jason watched Marcus prepare the drinks. “Easy, bro! Don’t put too fucking much in there!” Marcus kept stirring. “They ain’t gonna remember a thing. Again. Seriously. I don’t think she recognized me at all.” He looked at Jason and grinned.

The three men went out to the living room, where the three women had just finished counting the boxes. Jackie said, “Fifty, they’re all here. Mmmm, I love these kind,” and started to open a box. Suddenly the small room filled up with three big old guys and a big woman, standing around the two girls by the cart.

Cathy looked at them. This very weird feeling came over her, like she somehow knew these grown-ups. Must just be from before, when she took their order and then passed out or something. Well, she guessed. She didn’t really remember it. The three men were similar: all were white, big muscles but mostly fat, and all had tattoos. They looked like, like bikers or convicts or something. Two were bald, wore jeans, one had on shorts. Nobody had a shirt on. The woman had on shorts and a black top. She had long, black hair. Looked kind of butch, Cathy thought. Still, she found herself focusing on the tall glasses of cold water that the man had just brought in. She quickly reached for one, while her sister took the other one. She began to drink it, paused once. The man told her to keep going, to drink it all; said she looked very dehydrated. She took big gulps, her body totally refreshing from the water. It was like turning a light switch on. In seconds the glass was empty. She looked at Sherri. Sherri was just finishing her glass too.

“Well, thanks mister. Here’s your glass. We better get going. Thanks for the water.”

The man said, “Wait a sec, hold on. Are you sure that’s fifty boxes? Better count it again.”

Cathy was starting to feel a bit dizzy. “No, see? Five stacks of ten each. Fifty.” The man glared at her. “I said count it again.”

Sherri watched as the older man glared at her sister. These people were scary alright. Thank goodness it was their last stop. She was starting to feel kinda weird; she began to weave about unsteadily some. She couldn’t remember clearly now; Why were they here? What did he want them to do? Count the boxes? She went over with Cathy and they started to count them again. Jeesh, she could barely get past five without losing count. She could barely stand up ... After that, things were a blank.

Jason watched the two girls counting the boxes. Their speech became slurred, they started to stumble, knelt down on the floor. One started to laugh for no reason; the other girl started to giggle too. He stepped forward, helped the older one up. “Here, girl, you’d better stand up. That heat can make you dizzy. Best to just stand still for a minute. You still feel hot?” The girl slowly got to her feet, unsteadily. Jason held the older girl; heard her mumble she was indeed quite hot. He was glad he’d added the coke. “Here,” he said, “let me help you.”

Jason reached down, started to undo the girl’s blouse, just like the one she’d been wearing last week. Oh man, this was gonna be fun. He couldn’t believe this fucking hot babe had actually come back to deliver the cookies. The drug idea was expensive, but holy shit did it work. The girl at first just stood there, watching him undo the buttons, staring blankly. As he did the last one, she giggled, and suddenly felt this overwhelming need to take it off, she was so hot. She quickly took it off, right in front of him. Suddenly speaking clearly, she said “God, this is so hot.” The girl suddenly realized she still had on her bra, and decided it was too hot, also. Without pausing, the girl reached in front and undid the clasp, took it off, dropped it to the floor with her blouse. She gasped, then giggled as she suddenly realized she had nothing on. She quickly covered her chest, looking around at everyone, grinning an embarrassed grin, stifling a drunken laugh.

As the older girl got undressed, Jackie helped the younger girl stand up. She could barely do that. Jackie leaned down to her. “What’s your name, sweetie?” she said, very smoothly.

“Sherri...” The girl said slowly, staring blankly at a picture on the wall.

Jackie repeated what she’d just heard Jason saying. “Just stand still dear; the dizziness will go away. That’s it.” The younger sister kept stumbling, trying to stand in one place. Jackie looked at the others. The older girl was topless now. So, a photo shoot she guessed. Jackie asked the younger girl if she felt hot. She said yes, she felt very hot. Ha! Jackie knew what it was. Ruffies. They make you feel hot. “Here, let me help you with that.” Jackie took hold of her long t-shirt and began to lift it. The girl didn’t object; just stood there, slowly lifting her young arms up, staring blankly at the wall. As the young girl lifted her arms up, Jackie asked was she a girl scout too? The girl nodded slowly. Jackie undid this young girls’ bra too. The girl didn’t resist, just stood there while Jackie slipped it off of her. Wow. This young girl was short, but for fourteen, boy, did she ever have some nice tits on her. These were really nice- young, perky, nice size and shape. Big nipples too. Jackie had to get a picture of these for herself. She was excited already. Jackie was into women as much as men, and this was her first experience with a young girl. She was immediately turned on. She’d had one ruffie earlier, and so she was already wet and dying for some action. This, this was looking very good indeed. Last time, after the photos were taken, she’d sucked on that twelve-year-old girl’s small boobs. This, though; this was going to be way better.

Cathy turned around and saw her sister standing there with no top on now. She spurted a laugh, Sherri did too. Sherri made a funny face, holding her hands under her boobs and pushing up. Cathy did the same thing right back. Ha! She had bigger tits that her little sister! Man, Cathy couldn’t believe how warm she felt. She was so hot she was sweating. Her panties began to itch, and she thought, “I need to get these things off before I burn up!” She stood there, not really aware of anyone else around her, and first undid her skirt, then paused. Wait, her underwear. No, she finished taking the skirt off and then quickly pulled those hot panties off. Oh, this was better. She looked around; where was she? She started to laugh and giggle. She couldn’t figure out why. Instead of covering herself, she fanned her warm, sweaty vagina with her hand, covering her big boobs with the other. This was too funny. Cathy just wasn’t sure why.

Marcus moved over to Cathy. “I’ll bet you’d like a nice, cool shower, wouldn’t you?” He kept nodding as she stared back with a blank look on her face. Slowly she started to nod too. “Come on,” he said, gently taking her hand, “let’s get you cooled off.”

Cathy was liking this shower idea. Her body was so hot, even after the glass of water. She was very confused; nothing made sense. Where was she? Who were these people? Did she know them? What was going on? She didn’t have anything on, yet somehow it seemed OK. She paused, checking to make sure Sherri was coming too. She mumbled out to no one in particular, “I have to take care of my little sister.” One man reached out and touched her left breast as she looked towards Sherri. A strangely familiar feeling, a feeling of lust, suddenly washed through her upper body. She wasn’t sure why, she moved slowly, unsure of this familiar feeling. God, it was like, like, like when she was having sex with her boyfriend. She paused in the hallway, kicked off her sneakers. She knew she had nothing on now; she hoped she’d feel cooler soon. Oh, my goodness, the man’s hand on her breast felt so nice, so arousing! His fingers gently twisting her nipple felt SO good! Her breasts, and now even her vagina, were suddenly throbbing with a feeling of lust and desire. What the heck was this? But she was so out of it, she went along with it, unsure what else to do. Suddenly, everything seemed so funny. She noticed again that she was completely nude in front of this man. She burst out laughing again, covering herself again. Then she turned and started walking down the hallway, holding her hair up behind her head while making her hips sway left and right, swaying her body back and forth. She thought, showing off her body was fun! She giggled again.

Sherri saw her sister with no clothes on, and was a bit surprised at first, then thought it was ok for herself to not have clothes on either. Suddenly she remembered there were others there. Wait, wasn’t she not supposed to do that in front of strangers? She couldn’t remember, didn’t hardly know anything it seemed. She couldn’t even make sense of what she had just thought. When Cathy was led down the hallway, Sherri just followed. Cathy’s butt sure wiggled. The lady behind her eased her along. Cathy suddenly stopped, kicked off her sneakers and then started walking all sexy like in the hallway. Sherri wasn’t sure why, but this was really, really funny. She kept trying to stifle a laugh, then said to herself, no way was her sister going to have all the fun.

Sherri reached down and took of her shorts, underwear and sneakers. Now she was naked too! She raised her hands up high, twirling around, laughing. Everybody was in the hallway now. Cathy and Sherri were both giggling like mad, dancing like two tiny ballerinas. They stumbled into a bedroom laughing, with everyone following in. Oh boy, a party! Sherri stopped and stared as the three men and the lady began to get undressed. It was cooler in this room, but she felt very hot herself still. She’d never, ever seen a man’s penis before, but now she saw three of them. Big, hairy pubic hair bush behind these fat things that looked like a banana, kind of bouncing around. She laughed at that. Each one had a large, flared head on it. Cool! This was so neat to actually see! Sherri had only seen one a few times online. Sherri was fascinated watching them bounce around. Herself, she was the opposite. No hair at all down there. Not a bit. The lady, she had a lot of hair down there. The lady had these boobs that were bigger than her own, and hung down more. Sherri just stood there, giggling, staring. It was all so new. One man told Cathy to bend over the end of the bed. Cathy did, still acting goofy. She pushed her butt way up high, up on her toes, resting her chest on the bed. The lady looked at Sherri, asked if she could do that. “Are you a big girl like your sister? Can you stand like that, too?”