Chapter 1: The Process of Abduction

The overpowering bass that thrummed through Sidney’s every muscle caused her firm 105-pound, UV-painted body to violently shudder right as the tip of Andre’s bulging, soda-can-thick cock pressed against her tiny, throbbing labia. She closed her eyes and wriggled in anticipation as her hips involuntarily gyrated to DJ Kronik’s electronic synths hammering every clap and kick flawlessly on queue.

The pink and purple strobing lights from the overcrowded warehouse streamed into the “Hot-Box,” which was formerly just an old storage closet before Kronik and his team purchased the warehouse and converted every nook and closet into isolated smoking-rooms.

Sid’s eyes rhythmically shuddered as the bouncing lights wisped into the Hot-Box from under the splintered-wood door to merge and disperse into the thick clouds of smoke emanating from their half-torched, fully-stuffed Backwoods blunt.

The MDMA’s pique was rapidly approaching, and her thoughts were becoming floaty and trusting.

God I love Kourtney for this place. Andre’s so amazing too. Everything here is just perfect...

Andre peered down at this little 18-year-old white girl with her back turned to him and slyly smirked as she twitched and eagerly brushed her tiny neon-green thong up-and-down against his exposed dick.

The song slowed into a melodic and swerving outro that leaned off of the percussions and more into the corporeal backline of softer synths.

The back of Sid’s straight, green-streaked brown hair tickled Andre’s chest as she alluringly slinked from his lap, using his stiffness for support. Her shaky knees softly hit the tiny room’s damp, uneven concrete floor in front of him. Arching her back and glancing over her shoulder, she seductively leaned forward to get on all-fours.

Andre confidently leaned back, took another hit from the blunt and cheered her on.

“Ayyyyye!”

Perfectly in time with Sid thrusting her toned ass into the air so she could bring back a twerk onto his lap, the 808 hit heavy with the bass and the next song dropped in with a room-shaking boom.

Sid knew that, for a white girl, she could fucking dance. She’d been doing it her whole life, after all.

She uncaringly put the side of her face onto the sticky, cum-and-soda-stained floor to better support raising her lower-body to fully expose herself to a man who she had met only 2 hours prior.

Only two weeks ago Sid kissed her crying mother’s salty cheek as she whisked herself away to live on campus at the University of Oklahoma with a full-ride scholarship.

2-Weeks-Ago Sidney loved to playfully dance along with videos on YouTube for tens of thousands of viewers.

Two-Weeks-Ago Sidney was determined become a marine biologist.

This new Sidney, as she rounded her fit, fish-netted asscheeks around the gigantic black dick, trembled to her very core upon vividly imagining this intoxicating stranger filling her all the way to the brim.

Andre knew at this point that he had her.

As if he could read her thoughts, Andre put the blunt in his mouth and reared back before fiercely slapping her ass so hard that she was pushed into the stained, spray-painted wall in front of her. She caught herself with her palms as he leapt up and pushed his full 200-pound weight against her. He skillfully bent down a bit to nestle his girth into the crease of her ass and grabbed her wrists to hold her arms in place.

Sid could hear the tobacco leaf crackle with the OG Kush as he moved his lips down to her ear. He then disrespectfully blew a cloud of white smoke right in to the side her face as he pushed her into the wall with his hips. He sultrily slid his grip down the full length of her raised arms and stopped at her shoulders. He leaned forward to loudly whisper into her ear over the music.

“Get your stupid white ass back on your knees where you belong and choke yourself with this dick.”

He roughly pushed her back down to her knees and started whipping the back of her head with his cock until she shakily turned herself around.

As soon as her little teen mouth was in sight, he inconsiderately spread her lips with his bulk and pushed the back of her head against the dirty wall as he started robotically pumping himself into her face.

And Sid took it readily. She kept her mouth as wide as she could and unthinkingly allowed him to pitilessly stuff her entire throat until her consciousness started to wither and her goopy strings of spit were dangerously close to becoming overwhelmingly vomitous.

Everything was going according to a cosmic design that Andre didn’t fully understand, but one to which he had no objections.

As he watched her cheap eyeliner stream down her once-cute face, he arched back a little bit and took one last deep, hissing hit from the roach of the blunt and blew the cloud downwards towards the cock-hungry slut topping him up.

He carelessly flicked the roach into the wall beside them, causing the cherry to split into a rain of fire. A chunk of the lit-ash fell onto Sid’s leg and burned a line through her fishnet.

She let out a cock-muffled groan and instinctively shook the ash from her leg without missing a beat.

After all, she could feel him start to pulsate in her mouth and she was starving for whatever this mysterious stranger could give her at this point. She was dripping through her thong onto the floor, mixing her fluids with the puddle of gooey spit pooling around her knees.

Knowing that he was about to cum from the veracity of her throat-game, Andre grabbed the back of her hair and wrenched her sloppy face off of him.

He needed to feel that new little pussy, after all, before the mileage was too high anymore for anyone to get a smooth ride.

And by the way this girl was reacting to that molly bomb, and how many people showed up to this wild-ass rave, he knew that she was probably about to rack up some bodies tonight.

Andre sneered and harshly lifted the grunting girl to her feet by her hair. Without ever looking into her slumped, dilated eyes, he swung her around and pushed her upper body forward into the room’s splintered bench with enough force that she was barely able to catch herself before he was already pushing the whole span of himself inside her.

At first Sid yelped in pain, but it didn’t take much effort to make the “bombed” teen start convulsing and twitching into a quaking, thunderous orgasm.

Right as she started screaming into her own abyss, she felt the humid rush of air from the door of the tiny room as it flung open and filled the space with an invasion of bass and strobing colors.

She barely registered an unknown voice cry out in surprise over the drowning music.

“Oh shit y’all MY BAD, I’ll try the other Hot-Box!”

The door quickly closed again as she exhaustedly caved into the couple’s filth, her convulsions subsiding. She felt Andre’s cum splash against her retracting walls as he ripped himself out of her, dripping a bit of leftover seed onto her labia. She compulsorily jerked a bit as he roughly slapped her little ass with his waning, but still-heavy erection.

She was already fading into a numb silence by the time she started leaking his leftovers down her inner thigh.

The Rohypnol ensured that she wouldn’t remember much of anything, due to her constantly-fading consciousness. The MDMA ensured that she stay awake with low inhibitions and a high sexual-sensitivity.

Two weeks ago, Andre never would have even dreamed of something like this.

In fact, in his neighborhood, Andre was the respectable basketball star. And a bit of an unabashed nerd. When he wasn’t on the court, he was on the sticks or watching anime.

The truth was he was just a nervous 18-year-old prospect with social anxiety.

That was until he moved to the dorms and met Sasha, the brace-faced freshman who persuaded him to drive her to the AFCA research facility.

It was like Sasha’s mouth could cause Andre to somehow erupt on command. And it was like all she ever wanted was more and more dick.

When she said she was doing a research project at the AFCA for her chemistry class and needed a ride, Andre didn’t think twice.

He thought, I could try some road-head after all. She’s more than willing.

Her saliva had felt as thick as lotion as she slurped-him-up in his tinted Buick on the way up the mountain road to the facility.

He thanked God that he had built up an incredible focus from being a gifted athlete, and that he had learned to drive around in his hood at a young age, or else he definitely would have crashed and killed them both.

Sasha never even spoke on the drive up there. Hell, Andre wasn’t even sure if she ever removed her warming lips from his cock the entire time. She just rested it in her mouth and eagerly sucked on it like a baby bottle until he was hard again.