Chapter 4

"Hey, baby... wasn't it a good fuck?" Don Carpenter looked at the lovely woman weeping quietly beside him in the bed. Shit, he hated weepers.

The question and its tone so offended Lisa Radwin that the words to answer stuck in her throat for several long moments until, finally, she burst into tears.

"Hey... baby, come on now. It's not like I stole your cherry. You're a grown woman and we had a great time together."

Lisa looked at the clock by the bedside. Eleven. O my God! She wondered if Charles was home yet.

"Listen," Don continued. "I have something that'll make you feel better. You just have the post-amour blues..." He pulled out a small vial from the night table and extracted a large flat white pill with 'Rorer 714' stamped on the surface.

"Will it really make me feel better?" she asked not quite sure whether or not she could trust him.

"Swear to God, Cub Scout's honor, cross my heart and hope to be impotent if it doesn't."

She smiled at his easy good humor as he rose from the bed and pulled on his pants. "Let mix you a nightcap to wash it down--Bloody Mary okay?"

"Oh, thanks Don... That's okay... I'll be all right."

"Nonsense."

He left the room to fix her drink and Lisa quickly jumped from the bed, dressed, and retouched her makeup. No sooner had she finished than Don returned with a fresh pitcher of Bloody Mary's and handed Lisa a glass, making her wash down the white pill like a kindly older doctor administering to a young patient." It was a role he had played several years ago in a film called 'Young Doctor Hartley.'

She felt the alcohol begin to relax her almost immediately and she decided to unburden her mind to Don Carpenter.

"Don... I must tell you... this was all a mistake... tonight... a horrible mistake. It must never happen again."

"A mistake? Who are you trying to kid, Lisa? I'm not a college freshman. You practically raped me at Dino's, and you certainly weren't shy once we got to Malibu. Now what the hell is all this mistake business?"

"Don... we were drunk..."

"Oh, shit, baby. What difference does that make... you were as horny as an alley cat."

"Please," Lisa pleaded. "Try to listen. I don't want you to misunderstand. You must believe me. I...

"Drink up... Don't shake your head. Drink... its good for you." Again he found the Dr. Hartley tone useful.

Lisa obeyed. His tone seemed so paternally authoritative, and she picked up the glass, sipping at the strong drink. She took a big gulp then, and Don smiled.

"Don, I was going to try and make Charles jealous. I wanted to use you. I'm sorry for that. I didn't mean it to go so far. I-I just carried away."

The aging leading man laughed. Use me, he thought. That has got to be the ultimate. She wanted to use me. He couldn't stop laughing.

"What's so funny? What did I say, Don?" His laughter increased to almost a roar. "Stop it! Please stop it!" she screamed, suddenly afraid of him.

Don settled down for a moment, still smiling his lewdly contemptuous smile. Lisa was terrified at the grin on his face, and for the first time since she had known him, she was aware that there was more to his smile than mirth. "Why--why are you laughing at me?" she asked.

"I suppose you could call it a private joke. I've never been used by a woman, baby... never!"

Lisa sipped at her drink. She was beginning to feel slightly dizzy again. The movements in the room were slowing down, and the fire made it much too hot for her. She wanted to hurry and undress upstairs and climb into bed.

"I told you," she said, "I didn't want us to go that far."

"Sure you did. Don't you think for one minute that I'm going to believe you. You work well, and fast. I never saw a woman so eager to fuck."

"Don!" she exclaimed, unable to say anymore. The word had shocked her, but the thought it conjured up only excited her. She could not understand the sudden erection of her nipples as he had said it. She stared down into the blood red of her drink, aware of that same familiar tingling of her body that had led to her earlier loss of control, and she trembled slightly. It couldn't be happening to her again! She couldn't be letting herself be betrayed by her body yet another time! She kept her eyes lowered, hoping that Don hadn't seen the brief shivers that had left her shaking almost imperceptibly as she sat before him.

"Now, don't worry, Lisa," she heard him say. "There's no need for Charles to know about any of this. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, and besides, if I told him, that wouldn't be very good for us, would it?

Lisa looked up quickly into the obscenely smiling face of the man she had worshipped as a teenager, and to whom tonight, she had given her body, and saw at once the full import of what he had said mirrored there with unmistakable clarity.

"You don't mean..." she stammered. "You can't mean you expect this to happen again?"

"Sure, baby. Why not. We're great together... when, and if, we don't turn each other on any more, we can go back to being ordinary neighbors... I mean, come on, grow up--great sex is something to take advantage of, not run away from. Shit... if you were older, you'd understand how hard it is to come by something as great as we were tonight." He rolled his eyes heavenward and sighed. "You've got my kind of hot little cunt baby... and I've got all the cock you could ever ask for."

Lisa gasped at the purposefully shocking language he was using, and then stood up abruptly, moving angrily toward the window. "There is no need to talk like that," she said staring out at the moonlit sea.

"Oh, dear... such a sweet little innocent... bitch..."

Lisa whirled to face Don Carpenter, stunned and totally confused by the abrupt change of manner.

"You're not going to play Shirley Temple with me, baby... not for a minute. You loved every minute of what happened tonight, just like I knew you would... and now you..."

"Like you knew I would?" Lisa repeated, a sudden chill growing in her breast.

Don paused, looking up at her, and then his face broke into a large, confident grin.

"That's right, sugar," he said with sadistically quiet emphasis. "Like I knew you would." He watched as Lisa sank back down on the bed, dumbfounded, not knowing what to make of his surprising revelation. He saw her small mouth working helplessly around the unspeakable question. "How did I know? Very simple. I could tell you hadn't been getting any from your husband in a long time, but that was only enough to put you in the right frame of mind. You needed a little help to go all the way, and you swallowed some of that help just a few minutes ago."

Don couldn't help laughing out loud as Lisa's eyes slowly left his, and came to rest on the mound between her thighs, which was once again beginning to tingle with excitement.

"Yes, my sexy little neighbor, those wonderful, wonderful white pills..."

Lisa gasped audibly as she suddenly realized what Don had done to her...

"You... you... bastard!" she cried out. "Get out! Get out of my house... get out..." she was almost hysterical."

Don ignored her spluttering and calmly reached over to pour himself a refill of the bloody Mary, and used it to wash one of the white pills down his own throat.

"Now calm down, darling," he finally said. "Calm down..."

Don looked at his neighbor's distraught young wife, at the sexy swirls of her long blonde hair as it tumbled in alluring disarray across her perspiring forehead, at her heaving breasts and turgid nipples so clearly outlined under the thin material of her dress, and smiled.

"I wouldn't grin if I were you," she told him. "Because I'm going to tell Charles... I'm going to tell him everything..."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Don said.

"And why not?" she asked, feeling more confident having made the decision to confess.

"I don't think you'll tell him because if you do... I can see that he winds up on the street chasing ambulances for a living..."

"How could you... you're just bragging now, you phony..."

"Oh really... let me tell you something... Farley Greendawn owes me a favor... a big favor... and Farley Greendawn owns your husband right now. One word from me and his entire career will go up in a thin puff of smoke."

Lisa felt the room swirl just momentarily as she heard Don Carpenter's words, and tried desperately to compose her face into some semblance of control. But she was trapped and there was no way to hide it. Her world was tumbling down on top of her like a fallen fortress whose walls had been demolished by a tremendous onslaught of cannon fire. Fear was building in her, but so was another unexplained emotion. For the first time in her life she knew that she was completely at another person's mercy, and she was surprised to find that she wasn't as frightened of that fact as by the uncertainty that life now held for her.

"Do you still want to tell Charles, darling?... How would it feel to move from Bel-Air to a crummy rent-controlled apartment in New York."

"Don..." she started to argue with him, but knew there were no words that would change his mind. "What about Rachel? She'll find out sooner or later."

"You still don't see the whole picture, honey." Don laughed. "Rachel and I have no secrets, my pet. And the only thing she's studying tonight are the contours of some young stud's body. She's at an orgy in Topanga."

Lisa sat motionless as her neighbor lowered himself to the couch beside her. To her horror she also felt a familiar tingling between her locked thighs, a tingling she knew now had come only from the insidious pill she'd been given.

Don continued. "I'm going to see a lot more of you, starting now."

"What do you mean?" the distraught young woman asked, between the soft sobs that were beginning to come from her throat. The shock she had suffered, realizing that he was not the kind of man she had thought, still clouded her mental senses and she could not quite grasp what he wanted.

"You're not stupid, Lisa. Figure it out for yourself."

"You don't mean that you expect this affair to continue..."

"Precisely. You enjoyed it as much as I did... maybe more. We can continue for as long as its good with no trouble from your husband... You're trembling... you're afraid?"

Lisa could not answer. Her voice caught in her throat, and though the room was quite warm, she shivered all over with tiny chills. It might have been easier for her if she hadn't already submitted to this horrible monster once. But the thought of making love with him a second time moved another uncontrollable shudder through her helpless body.

"I want some more of that tight little pussy of yours, baby, and right now," Don said, grinning lewdly and looking down at Lisa's unconsciously exposed knees. "We're going upstairs... to bed... I don't want to waste those pills."

Lisa recoiled at his words, realizing fully for the first time what he was saying. She had really been drugged by a man with no scruples whatsoever!

All of this had been so premeditated that every detail had been taken care of. Lisa realized that more than a victim of circumstance, she had become a victim of drugs, horrible drugs that took her control away. Aware of the cause, she now knew why everything had gone into slow motion the whole evening. She knew why his touch had been so satisfying earlier, so intriguing

"Let's go," Don continued. "I don't like to waste time. We're going to screw in your husband's bed. Won't you like that? I'm going to fuck you like you've never had it before, and you won't stop begging for it until you can't take anymore!"

Again the deliberate coarseness of his words caused Lisa to gasp, and yet she knew at the same time that he had a hold on her she couldn't possibly break out of. If she didn't give in to his obscene desires, she knew that he could and would, use his hold over Farley Greendawn to ruin Charles's career. So that while Lisa had no choice but to give herself to her lustfully scheming neighbor in order to protect her husband, she knew full well that it might be to no avail: of course, Charles might somehow find out... Yet there was nothing she could do! She had to submit to Don Carpenter on the chance that Charles would not discover them.

Lisa was helpless as Don pulled her from the bed, turned her around, and unfastened the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties came next, and now she was completely naked as the flaming warmth of the fire licked over the sensitive nerve-endings of her skin like some evil tongue of the devil of lust. Her soft-ripe nipples rose quickly at the sudden exposure to the air, but she stared straight ahead as in a trance as he surveyed her luscious body. In spite of her immobility, she couldn't ignore the unwanted feelings of arousal that were being born of the horrible drug she had unwittingly taken, and she seemed to sense the physical presence of her neighbor's eyes as they traveled over the smooth tanners of her nakedly exposed body, looking searchingly for flaws that they would not find.

Don undressed himself as she stood a few feet from him, his huge penis stiffening now, and swaying lewdly as he stepped toward her. That was the massive organ which had given her so much before, she thought dazedly. A faint dampness began to saved in her velvet-soft vagina, moistening the dark warm passage and softening the already trembling lips of her silken cunt.

"In the bedroom," Don commanded, and Lisa felt her body obeying mechanically. With all the willpower that she could muster, she tried to stop her legs from moving, but it was no use. Each step was as if she were walking on a cloud, moving in a dream world, floating with every motion. Then she moaned when, in an almost comical gesture, he bent forward and kissed the silken hair on her softly trembling pubic mound. The heat of his lips seared lewdly through her, and into the nakedness of her over-stimulated skin... She could feel his tongue wet a small portion of her nakedly exposed flesh, and the goose bumps rose all over her as it brought an involuntary shudder rippling through her exquisite body.

Oh no! I can't do this. Lisa screamed helplessly to herself, and she turned, panic-stricken, to run out of the bedroom. Don followed her quickly, his smile still bright, even in the dim light of the moon. He was a man sure of himself, sure in the knowledge that he could possess this defenseless young woman any way he wished and that no one, particularly she, would stop him. "Get back in there," he said, and Lisa felt powerless to disobey.

Lisa dropped to the edge of the bed and watched him, her eyes open wide and her tortured mind knowing she could retreat no further. There was nowhere else to go... nowhere to escape to... Don teased her sadistically, his lewd grin broadening. "I'm glad you see things my way. If we cooperate, our times together will be most pleasurable for both of us."

Lisa sat on the bed, looking at him in total disbelief. Her gaze was fixed on his eyes, and she clenched her hands desperately into the bedspread.

"I can't do this, Don! I don't care what happens, I can't let you do this!" But her words were quiet and unconvincing and there was no authority and only a minor note of conviction in them. Lisa knew that the speech she was trying to make would do no good. Her body was warmed by a fire of betrayal that was building down between her shaking legs, a fire stoked only by the obscene picture of the naked man standing before her, and for some reason she knew she would not be able to resist if he so much as touched her.

Don walked toward her, until he stood only a foot from where she sat, and held out his hand to touch the enticing softness of her young breast, teasing a dark brown nipple expertly with his fingers. His massive cock hung waiting like a patient cobra between his legs, soft and heavy.

"You've finished with your childish tantrum, I hope?" he questioned rhetorically, and then pulled her close to his hairy stomach. She could smell the odors from their sexual encounter only a short while before, and her heart began beating faster. "Suck it!" he commanded, pushing her head lower to his waiting penis. "I want it in that pretty little mouth of yours. Suck it!"

Lisa was frightened as she felt her vagina involuntarily fill with more secretions as the obscene though whirled around in her confused mind. She had read of fellatio before, but had never tried it, not even with Charles. It was too awful, too perverse!

"I can't," she groaned pitifully. "Please, Don, don't make me do it. I just can't!"

But the heavy hand on her head pushed her mouth closer to the soft smooth cock-head that hung a few tantalizing inches from her frightened face. Tears flowed from her eyes across her already streaked cheeks to the skin of his muscular abdomen.

"You can, baby, and you will!" Don Carpenter hissed forcefully. "Now suck it!"

Lisa leaned hesitantly forward and brushed her soft lips against the top of his still half-limp cock, moving her unwilling mouth toward the swollen end. The huge bulbous head was terrifying to her, and yet, in spite of her fear, she knew she had to obey. There was no other way. She must obey Don and the new exciting craving which she began to feel form inexplicably deep within her traitorously acquiescing belly.

Her lipstick covered lips opened slightly as she reached out toward her neighbor's massive shaft of flesh, and the soft rubbery head slipped easily into her saliva filled mouth. She was amazed all over again at how large it was, and how well it filled her mouth. She didn't notice it growing at first as she sucked his awakening manliness gently and rubbed her tongue softly at the foreskin. But then it grew more quickly as it filled with pulsing blood, and Lisa's eyes opened wide with alarm as it responded excitedly to her wetly nibbling caresses. But oh, God, it was growing too fast, too big for her mouth! It would choke her!

She started to release her grip on the almost fully erected cock, but Don pulled her head back harder against him. The jerking penis now seemed almost white-hot as it grew to its full size against her swirling tongue, hard and throbbing, and she could feel his quickened pulse as the huge cock-head swelled impassionedly in her mouth. Unable to catch her breath, she gasped, almost choking on the over-sized shaft of male flesh that reached far back into her ravaged throat, but Don kept his firm grip on her head, and she found herself gradually beginning to adjust to the obscene intrusion. Careful not to bite him, lest she incur his wrath, she slowly and deliberately began to suck again, moving her head almost imperceptibly back and forth.