Chapter 4

A few minutes later, the chiming of church bells outside in the warm summer night and a crash of glass followed by a curse from the kitchen echoed in Jill's befogged brain as she struggled to regain some semblance of consciousness. The drugged young graduate student moaned softly, not quite able to comprehend where she was. Part of her mind told her that she was in her parent's white frame New England home, lying on the narrow patchwork-quilt-covered bed in her own bedroom, but another section of her brain warned that this couldn't be true. If she were safe at home, she wouldn't be hearing those strange sounds, and her head wouldn't feel so thick and fuzzy.

The confused young redhead forced her heavy eyelids open and stared in astonishment at her own naked body, which was sprawled in lewd abandon upon the bed. Next she focused her eyes on an exotically-clad young man who was standing just outside the kitchen doorway pouring a glass of whiskey. What was that stranger doing in her room... and what had happened to her clothes?

Staring in disbelief, Jill moaned and turned her head away. Disturbing memories were gradually crowding into her mind, and she began to feel afraid as she realized how powerful the effects of the hashish had been. She knew that she was totally vulnerable now, unable to defend herself against the long-haired hippie who was leaning against the kitchen wall and leering at her. Clenching her eyes tightly shut in a futile attempt to shut out the reality of her situation, the trembling American girl found that depraved pictures were imprinted on her eyelids. There was no escape!

"Nooooo!" she murmured in horror as scenes of Lisa's glistening pink lips clasping Tommy's long pulsing penis flashed relentlessly before her eyes. She imagined she could feel streams of thick white sperm running down her own throat and over her chin, and an unwanted tingling sensation began once more in her traitorous vagina. "Noooooo!" she moaned again, more loudly this time.

"You want some whiskey?" Dizzy asked, as he saw the curvaceous redhead coming to life. Goddamn, she was built better than anything he'd ever seen in his life. He couldn't wait to duck this sexy American bitch. He should have ducked her a couple of minutes ago when she was out of it, but he wanted her to know she was being Sucked... and by him!

Jill kept her head buried in the pillow, refusing to acknowledge his presence by answering his question. Somehow it seemed that, if she ignored him, he would vanish, that it was all a terrible nightmare that she could shut off by will power.

"I said, do you wanna drink?" Dizzy repeated, the alcohol combined with the mind-distorting dope making him feel unusually aggressive. What the Suck was the matter with the stupid bitch anyway? Did she think she was better than he was or something? The dark-haired young man approached the bed and stared down at her voluptuous naked body below him, a menacing expression crossing his lewdly leering eyes.

"Noooooo," Jill moaned. It seemed to be the only thing she could say, and, though she wanted to tell him to leave, her mouth couldn't form the words.

"Yeah, you do!" Dizzy spat down at her. Grasping her long red curls with one hand, he roughly yanked her face around so that she was forced to look at him. She stared up at him with widened eyes, a little cry of pain escaping from between her lips as he cruelly tugged on her soft hair, and her helpless terror incited the drug-crazed youth more than ever.

Jill's eyes remained glued to the frightened face leering down at her. There was something almost inhuman about his steel-eyed expression that warned her that he was too far gone to reason with, even if her numb lips could have managed to shape the words. With a snarling laugh, Dizzy forced the glass of whiskey to her mouth. The naked redhead shook her head in mute protest and clenched her teeth tightly together, for she was afraid that the alcohol would totally destroy her already muddled brain.

"Goddamn it, I said have a drink before I fuck you," Dizzy raged, then pinched her nose tightly shut so that she was compelled to open her mouth to gasp for air. The minute her lips parted, the angry young man poured straight Scotch down her throat.

Jill swallowed and gagged at the taste of the burning liquid. His lewd words had confirmed her worst suspicions. "Before I Duck you"... the terrible words rang in her ears as the searing whiskey warmed her stomach. "Noooooo," she wailed again, more frantically this time. "NOOOOOOOO!"

"What's the matter? You think I'm not good enough for your goddamned pussy?" Dizzy sneered. He began to pull off his velvet trousers and Moroccan shirt, the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream feeding his lust and anger. "You stupid American cunt! I know you're as hot as I am! And you're gonna see how a real man fucks!"

The intoxicated redhead stared at the long thick penis that sprang rigidly out from his hair-covered loins. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't! She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling completely disoriented from the combination of alcohol and hash. Then, as the sex- crazed young man's hands cruelly grasped at the full sensitive mounds of her naked breasts, she realized with dreadful certainty that this horror- filled vision was not a dream. This wild-eyed stranger was about to rape her, to tear away her precious virginity that she'd preserved all these years for someone worthy of her trust. A sudden vision of Jeff, her college boy friend, ran through her distorted brain. It would have been far better if she'd allowed him to deflower her then, almost anyone, in fact, rather than this maniac hovering above her now.

Adrenaline shot through Jill Duncan's loins, and she shoved his hands from her quivering breasts with a strength that surprised her.

"Get away, get away from me! Don't touch me!" she choked out, trying to scramble off the bed.

Her resistance infuriated the lust-inflamed youth. All remaining traces of reason fled from his mind, and the only reality he was aware of was the burning ache in his erectly throbbing penis.

"Get back over here, goddamn it!" he yelled at the cringing redhead, then brutally flung his thin yet powerful body down to pin her nakedly to the bed. Jill gasped weakly as the impact of his weight knocked the wind from her chest, and in this confusing instant Dizzy was able to position himself between the terrified girl's long shapely legs. Grasping at the soft resilient flesh of her inner thighs, he roughly yanked them apart to kneel between them and then leered down at her fear-glazed eyes in triumph.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you," he hissed down at the innocent naked girl beneath him. "Gonna fuck you till you're screaming for more!"

His lewd words seemed to etch themselves across Jill's drug-clouded brain. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Over and over again the red letters of this vile word flashed before her tightly closed eyelids until the frightened young law student thought that she was losing her mind. I have to pull myself together... I have to stop him now, she mentally cried, forcing her eyes open in order to dispel the unwanted hallucination. But when she saw his naked male flesh towering above her and noted the animalistic lust upon Dizzy's flushed face, she felt more helpless and incapable of action than ever before in her life.

"You... you can't!" the virginal young girl managed to choke out from between parched lips. "Please! No one ever did this to me before!"

"Don't give me that bullshit, baby," the long-haired youth hissed down at her. "You really think I believe that kind of crap?" Her unwilling attitude was really beginning to irritate him now, was this some kind of game American girls played or something? His long thick cock was lurching painfully against the girl's smooth-skinned thigh, and he didn't want to lie around talking about it, he wanted to Suck her right this instant. If she didn't like it now, well, he'd make her like it before he was through with her!

Ignoring Jill's continuous moans of anguish, the eager young man lowered his head to the full mounds of her large white breasts. They were perfectly shaped, and their satin-smooth flesh quivered beneath his hungry mouth as he ran his tongue around one little pink nipple and then squeezed it hard between his lips. He felt her body jerk slightly, and a ripple of triumphant glee ran through his desire-wracked body. He was going to turn this little bitch on if it killed him!

The shock of feeling Dizzy's warm moist lips sucking on her naked breast sent a strange shivering tingle through Jill's sensually aroused body. For a few moments all fears and thoughts of resistance vanished, smothered by the exquisite sensations shooting from her breasts down to her wide-stretched thighs. Then her mind once again cleared, and the drug-confused virgin knew what she was doing. She was allowing a total stranger to abase her body--she was acting like a vile, sinful whore!

"Stop!" she gasped, her own voice sounding as if it were coming from a long way off. "Don't do it to me! Please stop!"

But even as she spoke, Dizzy's fingers were running over her fearfully trembling belly, moving down over the hair-fringed slit of her vagina which was already damp and sensitive from the unwanted arousal she had felt watching the lewd spectacle of oral intercourse in Dizzy's room. Oh God! The tormented young student knew she couldn't allow this to happen, couldn't allow this man to wantonly rape her, but his mouth and hands felt so wonderful--even better than the dildo had last night--and she didn't know how she could gather the strength to stop him.

"Noooooo," Jill sighed weakly, attempting to draw her long legs together.

"You quit saying 'no' or I'm gonna make you quit it!" the youth warned, obviously enjoying the feeling of power he had over the helpless young girl beneath him. "No, you mustn't... you... AHHHHHHHH!" Jill's tremulous resistance changed to a wail of anguish as Dizzy's teeth sank into the soft flesh surrounding her erect nipple. At first she thought that she would faint from the searing pain, but much to her surprise it faded to an exquisite agony. Suddenly the auburn-haired virgin felt herself sinking into a state where all resolutions, all guilt, everything but her compelling physical arousal ceased to exist. One last clear thought flashed through her mind as the dark-haired young man's finger located her ultra-sensitive clitoris and began to rub around it in teasing circular strokes: I know it's wrong, but I don 't care anymore! I'm alone in this strange country and no one will know what I do except me, and, God help me, I want to learn what this powerful feeling is all about.

The Danish hippie felt the American girl's voluptuous body gradually relaxing beneath his fingers and hungrily sucking mouth, and he realized that he'd conquered her at last. His aggression began to vanish as he felt Jill's aroused little pussy quiver eagerly at his touch; now he concentrated on fucking this curvaceous young female and making her love every minute of it. For a few minutes more he continued to nibble and tease at her satin-smooth breasts and to caress her moistly throbbing vagina with his outstretched middle finger. Each time she moaned and jerked in helpless arousal beneath him, he felt himself growing increasingly strong and masculine. This was the way he'd wanted it to be, the way it ought to be. Jesus Christ! He wanted to spend the rest of his life all ducked up on good dope and screwing a fantastic woman like this- one who writhed and gasped underneath him now.

"You love it, you sweet little bitch," he whispered into her ear. Soft tendrils of her flame-colored curls teased at his face, arousing him more than ever. "Tell me you want it! Tell me what you want me to do to you!"

"Ahhhhh... ooohhhhh..." Jill mewled helplessly, not really comprehending his words. Part of her mind was still fairly clear, and it was telling her that she was about to do something she would regret the rest of her life. But somehow this only served to excite her traitorous body more than ever. I'm perverted and evil, the helplessly writhing young redhead thought to herself. I'm a whore, I'm going to let a stranger duck me, and I know I'm going to love it!

It was as if years of frustrated impulses had surfaced in the passion-incensed young girl's body. The lewd word "fuck" and the depraved impression of how she must look lying there naked on the bed beneath this man fed her distorted passion until she was almost insane with an animal desire to feel his thick cock pulsating deep inside of her quivering vagina. It didn't even matter how much it might hurt, she had to feel it, had to experience this or she would go out of her mind.

"Tell me! What do you want me to do?" Dizzy insisted, sadistically nipping first one helplessly quivering nipple and then the other.

This time Jill heard him, but she still did not reply. No matter how much her body was betraying her into this depraved arousal, she could not imagine admitting it to this strange man whom she loathed in her mind but lusted for in her loins. To actually say the words would mean acknowledging her own forbidden feelings, and she knew that if she uttered her desire she'd never be able to look at herself again without shame and guilt for the rest of her life. This dark-haired intruder might have managed to overpower her deceitful body, but the idea that he had also corrupted her mind and broken down her will power of which she was so proud was too awful to contemplate.