Chapter 8

Lucy noticed immediately that Kate's big flashy Buick was gone from the driveway, grateful that at least she would not have to face her mother in her present state of mind. She had ceased crying finally, perhaps from the diverting tensions of driving home, though her chest occasionally heaved uncontrollably and she had to gasp for breath to force down the lump in her throat. It was still too soon to think clearly, Lucy's one coherent thought being the instinctive instinct to get home and safely into her room, away from the ugliness and betrayal of this terrible night.

She entered through the back door for some unknown reason, something she never did, entered without being aware that Matt was a few feet away, and ran to her room without switching on a single light, as if perhaps the darkness could shut out the burning memories that ate away at her brain like parasites. But the void of darkness only made the hurt more painful, and she found herself turning on all the lights in her room, then the stereo, a lilting, upbeat bit of music that Lucy usually found cheering. Tonight, though, even that would not help. There was the sound of a car door slamming out front, faintly carried through the big empty house, and Lucy hurried to undress--she wanted to appear asleep when Kate returned, for there was just no chance of facing her so soon after what she did. Quickly, her crying ended, she pulled off her clothes, including her bra and panties as she disliked sleeping in anything more restrictive than a sheer nightie, and slipped into the nearly-transparent bit of lingerie her father had bought her in naughty Paris. She was about to wriggle beneath the covers when she stiffened with fear at the sound of someone at the front door--Kate, unlike her daughter, always parked on the side nearest the kitchen and entered through the back door, unless she had important friends along. Lucy shrugged it off as a case of nerves still tensed from a night of unexpected surprises; maybe it was her mother bringing that man back home. Yes, that's it, she said to herself in disgust, maybe she didn't get enough before and she talked him into a second round!

Lucy closed her eyes and squirmed deeper between the fresh starched sheets, but she knew right away she would never find sleep tonight without some technological assistance. Irritably, she climbed out of bed and opened the door to her bedroom a crack. There was no sound at all from the front door, and she started to cross the hallway to the bathroom for a sleeping pill when the door chimed noisily, giving her such a start that she cried out in alarm. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest until she realized that it still was not terribly late by Valley Farms schedules; it could be some friend of her mother's over for a bit of late-night gossip and coffee. She grabbed her dressing gown from its hook behind the bedroom door and padded hurriedly on bare feet to greet the unexpected caller. Moments later, she would regret not having taken the simplest of modern-day cautions, a peek through the viewing window; that was something that she always did without thinking, as instinctively as looking both ways before crossing the street. But tonight, Lucy Barrett merely switched on the front lights and turned the handle thoughtlessly. The first glimpse of grease-stained jeans and scuffed leather boots relayed the panic alarm to her already-troubled brain... but it was too late.

She pushed hard against the half-opened door but it swung open effortlessly against her frail efforts. "Hello, Lucy, honey... surprise!" Lucy grabbed impulsively at her robe, clutching the two sides tightly together--it was David and two of the seediest hippie-types she had ever seen!

"You... you have no right to come here, David," she asserted with mock courage. "After tonight, we're finished... forever! Now get out of my house!"

The obviously-drunk young man only sneered derisively and pushed his way into the entry foyer. "We noticed your ol' lady's car was gone... nobody but the four of us, huh? Just right for a party, eh, baby?" The two long-haired greasers chuckled anticipatorily, one of them brazenly rubbing the bulge that ridged his tight jeans along the inside of his thigh.

"Party? Wh-What are you talking about? Get out... right now or I'll call the police!" Her manner was still courageous but her cracking voice betrayed her very real fear. She had never seen David like this, there was something vicious and cruel about him the way he was now, like someone else had inherited his body, someone rabid and hateful. But if David was frightening, his two friends were savage wild animals by comparison! One was heavy- set, almost fat, with shoulder length brownish hair that looked as if it had been unwashed for weeks. He wore oversized cowboy boots that would have been amusing under better circumstances, and Lucy could see without meaning to that the swelling bulge he rubbed insultingly, rudely, was a formidable weapon in itself. The second was tall, taller than David who was over six feet, with a face that twisted with an inner agony, like the boys she had seen once when she had passed a mental institution when out riding on a Sunday afternoon--prematurely aged, contorted with the gut-ripping torture of paranoia and hate. God, she could barely stand to look at him! She would have not been startled had he suddenly snarled and bared a pair of savage, blood-lusting fangs, his mouth foamy with hydrophobic rage! They were a pair straight from hell and she felt her blood run cold with dread as the first premonitions of what they sought chilled her heart and numbed her very soul!

"Don't look so petrified, baby," David leered. "You're among friends, right, fellas?" The big one merely grunted in agreement and his friend said nothing at all. "I just wanted to come by and pay you back for tonight... I think I owe you something."

"What... I don't know what you mean, David. I've never seen you like this... I-I'm afraid."

"Well, baby, maybe there's a lot of me you ain't seen... and tonight you're gonna' see it. You made me a laughingstock out at Scottie's... you made a Goddamn fool out of me, had all my friends laughing and hooting like a bunch of hyenas. Well, I don't appreciate it, not one bit."

"That's not true! It's a lie!" Lucy shouted, emboldened by her ex-lover's one-sided allegations. "If anyone has a right to be angry, it's me! What you did was... despicable!"

"Hey, she's got a way with them big words, Davey, buddy," mumbled the stocky long-haired man. "Mighty high-falutin'."

"Yeah, she's a big talker, all right... just like her ol' man, three-quarters hot air."

Lucy snapped at him angrily at the mention of her father. "How dare you say that about my father! You don't know what you're talking about, he was dead long before we met and you know it. And anyway, I have nothing further to say to you, David... we're through, finished! I never want to see you again... never!"

The youth's cock-sure sneer turned up at the corners and became a wicked grin that spoke of untold terror yet to come, and Lucy instantly regretted having said anything to anger him; this was not the man she had loved, the man she had taken deep up into her belly often in the throes of passion. No, this was a stranger... and the look on his face promised revenge for the assault she had made on his manhood. He had been shamed, in his eyes, before his peers, and to his twisted mind, that was a sin worse than death. Lucy felt her breath freeze in her lungs with a shudder as the thought of what might happen to her burst into her mind; registered with the shock of an earthquake in her unconscious... rape!

"I knew that bastard old man of yours, all right, long before I ever met you at Scottie's and got some of your sweet littl' snatch. The son-of-a-bitch canned me once for smoking a little weed, and you were my chance to get even. But like you said, that's all over now, so I might as well get that sugar-sweet revenge some other way, right, fellas?" The two dirty, foul- smelling types chuckled in agreement and moved a step closer to Lucy, who stood shivering now in fear, her hands clutched to the front of her dressing gown, her flesh tingling with dread from the tips of her bare toes to her head... God, this was no nightmare, this was real! And she was trapped alone with them! Her mind churned with frenzied emotion but one clear thought emerged above the maelstrom of fear... Matthew! Where was he?! Of course, now she remembered, he had been outside when she came home in tears, and she hadn't even greeted him; now he was locked outside and unable to help her... Oh dear God, if only I could get to him, I know he'd save me!

"You ought to be properly introduced, Lucy," her ex-boyfriend spat contemptuously. "I know how you country-club types love that sort of thing. Well, this is Large and this is Tall." His two friends boomed with hysterical laughter, far too much for David's feeble attempt at humor. It was then that Lucy glimpsed their eyes... they were on drugs! Their eyes were clouded and blank, spiteful sub-human eyes that showed no mercy. "That's not their real names, but it'll have to do for now. How about it, baby, now that we all know each other? Let's have a little party..." His hands darted out lightning-fast and grabbed at her gown, tearing it from her grip and yanking it open in front. "... Now!"

Lucy felt a flush of shame as she realized she wore nothing beneath her gauze-sheer nightie, but she fought the urge to hide her nakedness and responded with something more basic, more primeval; she swung with all her strength at her once-lover's face, her nails bared in womanly fury, a move of sheer desperation that she knew was futile before it began. He caught her arm in mid-swing and twisted it downward and then up again in a painful twist that spun her around in the blinking of an eye. "Spunky, aren't you, bitch? Well, you'll get plenty of chances to use some of that spunk. 0l' Large here's got a cock on him that would bring tears to a Navy-town whore! Show her, buddy... let her take a look at some of that meat you're always bragging about." Lucy was only half-aware that as David spoke he was shoving her down the hallway to her bedroom; he knew the layout of the house well as he had been here many times, and there could be no doubt of what awaited her once they were close to a bed... Oh, Matt, how I need you now!

Lucy was in the doorway now and she reached out desperately in a vain effort to grab the door frame and hold off this wanton assault, but David wrenched her hands away effortlessly and pushed her onto the bed.

"Here ya' go, girlie... ever had one like this?" Lucy turned without thinking and jumped a foot from the mattress at the sight of what the heavy-set hippie held in his hands.

"No! No, you can't! David. please, p-please! I'm begging you! God, isn't that enough? P-Please!" Her voice was hysterical with fear and loathing now as she stared, mesmerized, at the thick pole of naked flesh he held like a fencepost with both hands; its purplish, blood-bloated head had extended from the rubbery sheath of foreskin and its solitary eye stared at her in unblinking lust. "I'll scream, David, I'll scream until somebody comes or calls the police!"

"Go ahead, but don't tire yourself out, baby," he laughed wickedly. "I want you in good shape for me and my friends. You know as well as I do that these rich-folks' houses are so fucking far apart that you could scream 'til next week and nobody would come. Hey, uh, 'Tall, ' get out by the front door and keep an eye out for her ol' lady. I don't want nothing interrupting our party."

The lanky youth did not respond at first until his buddy nudged him forcefully. "Oh, yeah, I almost forgot the new names. But how come I gotta' miss out on the action?" he asked, his voice a surprising whine that seemed out of place in his massive body.

"Don't worry, buddy, you ain't gonna' miss nothing. You just sit by that door and when I come to get you, I promise you'll be well taken care of... little miss rich cunt sucks a mean cock!" The slender youth laughed drunkenly, though there was no trace of liquor on his breath, and left the room at a stagger. "Now, ol' buddy, let's get the rest of her clothes off and you'll see what a real piece o'tail looks like!"

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.

Lucy's ex-boyfriend laughed derisively down at her cringing body, then jerked his two fingers from the tautly-clasping cuntal flesh between her thighs with a loud sucking noise; she moaned in relief but was powerless to move... already, the drug had erased her normal instincts for survival. She was not truly paralyzed, only her mind refused to command her flesh to obey... nothing seemed to matter anymore, her "love-drugged" brain was ready to accept any and all of their brutal, lascivious excesses as inevitable... she was doomed to whatever fate held in check, helpless except for servile obedience!

"What 'ya got in mind, Davey?" the chunky young man asked excitedly, luridly stroking his proudly-erect penis. "A bit of a sandwich, huh? That'd be out a'sight!"

"Good thinking, pal," David said with a sinister grin. "I know for a fact that she's never even been ass-fucked, much less "sandwiched"... we'll have her climbing the wall in no time that way. Two cocks at once, baby, what do you think of that idea?" He poked his swollen penis toward her, smaller and less thick than his friend's, but still the potent tool she remembered. "One in that sweet box of yours and the other up your ass, with you right in the middle. Man, you won't feel nothing between your legs but cock and more cock! Far out, huh, baby?"

Lucy had scarcely uttered a sound as they coolly brandished their lust-incited cocks like vengeful weapons, sadistically discussing the ravages they planned to perpetrate upon her like she could not hear, for something was gradually eating away at her fearful shell of abandonment and horror... the God-forbidden truth that she could not face even in her most secret thoughts: the "love-drug" was beginning to torturingly arouse her flesh with all the promise of its sordid nick-name! There could be no denying that familiar glowing surge of emptiness deep in the pit of her needful belly... Oh, how she hated to face the reality of that insistent heat there in her loins... she was beginning to get "turned on!" Their cruelly calculated words of sadism and lust were taking their toll in the drug-incited unconsciousness of her mind... she knew she should be crying and begging for mercy, but instead she felt the warm spreading glow of passion growing between her nakedly-splayed thighs. They were rapidly converting her into a hot-box of sinful lust... and there was no way to turn back!

The sexily-curvaceous young blonde shivered erotically, half of her body and soul actually welcoming the increasing burning passion that was sweeping over her, for in that blinding lust she knew she could find shelter, obviating at least part of the shameful degradation she was powerless to stop. Through drug- fogged eyes she saw the heavy-set man crawl onto the bed and begin to move up between her legs, spreading them wider with his hands. Though she fought the sordid impulse with every shred of decency she could muster, she found herself staring lustily at the incredibly thick length of his menacing cock, her mind perceiving only one thing... the blissful promise of sexual fulfillment! God, she was becoming a nymphomaniac, and even though she resisted this sudden welling of hungry passion with all her heart, she actually wanted his cock; after all the vileness of this night, the betrayal and the filth... she wanted it! He spread her legs at the knees, opening them wider until she saw the purplish, blood-engorged knob at the end of his cock only a scant inch from the already-moistening lips of her fervently-aroused vagina. He leered at her knowingly, then lewdly gripped his burgeoning penis with his clenched palm and angled it downward until it actually brushed against the shimmering pink flesh of her cuntal lips. She shuddered from the burning, passion-inciting contact of his bloated cock-head against the drug-heightened sensitivity of her susceptible vaginal moistness, a spasm of unwanted but eagerly- received desire rippling up from her belly to the very tips of her nakedly squirming breasts!

"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured despite herself, a visible shiver of "love-drug" passion curling along her outstretched nudity.

"Man, those 'sopors' are far-out, Davey boy! Look at this bitch wiggle... she's hot for a cock, you'd better believe it! She can't help herself. Look at her!" the big man hissed down through clenched teeth, his eyes wide with lust as he lewdly dragged the bulbous knob-like head of his desire-swollen cock through the trembling flesh of her cuntal slit. He drew it tormentingly upward through the glistening crevice to wickedly massage the tiny quivering pearl of her clitoris. She moaned again, louder this time, squirming with fast-rising pleasure beneath his salacious cock-caress. "Tell me you want it, baby, or you don't get it," he spat down at her, coarsely kneading the pliant flesh of one of her sumptuous breasts with his free hand, tweaking her crinkly pink nipple roughly and sending a shiver of wanton arousal shooting through her wriggling body. Her bare breast seemed to swell even beneath his crude caress until the fleshy mound bulged from around the edges of his immense palm. "C'mon, rich-cunt, let me hear you say it! You gotta' beg for this special piece o' meat, baby! Beg like a slut or you'll never get it!"

"P-Please, please, just leave me alone," she gasped, but it was obvious her body cried out for another kind of satisfaction. They both knew only too well the effects of this miracle "love- drug," for David had tried it out earlier tonight on that teenybopper he'd met at Scottie's; fuck, she'd already taken on both his buddies at the apartment and was sucking him off for the second time when Lucy blundered onto the scene! Lucy Barnett was a goner now and the two men knew it... no matter what she said or tried to believe, she was hotter than hell between her legs and they could see it with their own eyes!

David's husky friend eased just the mushroom-shaped head of his cock between me young blonde's cringing pussy-lips, laughed as she moaned when the bulbous rubbery cock-tip spread her cuntal folds apart like the end of a baseball bat. Finally, she could hold out no longer... the last bit of will to resist had been destroyed by the raging flames of her drug-incited passion. "I can't stand it... I can't! Oh, put it in me, put it in me now!" she cried, her lips contorted venemously with a potent blend of raging lust and burning hatred.

"No, you gotta' do better'n that... say it, cunt! Say what I want to hear!"

Lucy's eyes were closed in shame and her lips curled as she spat out the detested words. "Damn you, fuck me... fuck meeeee!"

Her legs doubled back higher until they pressed against her sensitive nipples and she grabbed for his shoulders, wracked with shame and despair but unable to control a second longer the blast- furnace of desire that raged in her belly. Her cuntal lips poutingly nibbled for his heavily-swollen cock as her hips writhed upward with a savage, grinding rhythm of their own in a desperate attempt to ravenously suck his manhood up into the steaming depths of her insanely desirious cunt!

Lucy moaned incessantly as she felt his semen-moistened cock- head insinuated between her hotly-aroused cuntal lips... her love-drugged eyes watched in licentious fervor as he rocked forward, his passion-bloated penis disappearing up into the clutching depths of her lust-drenched vagina. For a long moment, she watched as if it were some other girl's pussy, part of a lewd sex show perhaps, and then with a gasp, she cried out in pleasure- pain at the immense size of his surging manhood. He flexed his hips and rammed his bulbous cock-head deep into her belly with a thrust that parted the yielding walls of her vaginal cleft like a clenched fist.

"Aaaggghhhhhh!" she choked from the churning depths of her very soul. He wasted no time and began to frantically fuck in and out of her cunt with no mercy, his hips and loins fervently working to burrow his pounding cock deep into her hidden womb. She felt his heavily-bloated testicles slapping obscenely between her upturned buttocks, smacking against her tiny puckered anus with lewdly inciting strokes. God, how she hated him... but she loved his cock! She was out Or her head with unfathomable lust, and his pummeling cock was the answer to her body's prayer... it was a wonderful penis to her now, despite her ravisher's filthiness, his unwashed body that wafted its pungency upward to her flaring nostrils. "Oooooooohhh, yessssss... yeesssssss!" she hissed, her eyes welling with tears of shame and humiliation as her cock-skewered hips began to thrust salaciously upward to meet everyone of his thrusting movements, each stroke penetrating deeper and deeper within her gaping pussy.

"Crazy, Davey, she's somethin' else... look at her go!" he nearly shouted, his tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted from the frenzied rhythm.

Lucy heard some muffled exchange of words between the two men that meant nothing to her, and then found herself first crushed beneath his awesome weight and then somehow rolled sideways and up; he never lost a stroke, but suddenly the sun-tanned blonde was on top of the fleshy hippie as he rolled onto his back. His distended penis was even more deeply imbedded in her belly now and she moaned from the skewering thrusts that seemed to reach all the way up to her jiggling breasts. His hands gripped her trim slender waist and he held her up so that her bare bosom was exposed to him, her breasts bobbing and squirming inches from his leering face.