Awakening of Debbie
Copyright© 2002 by Foxbayou
Chapter 8: Exposure
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: Exposure - Rape, group sex, forced prostitution, corrupt police face a new bride in the Nevada desert. A minor traffic stop by a corrupt sheriff changes forever the life a young married lady.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult NonConsensual Rape Blackmail MaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Gang Bang Oral Sex Anal Sex Water Sports
Ken had noticed that Debbie was drinking when he got home and had another drink in her hand when he came out of the bedroom dressed in his best suit. Knowing that she still seemed traumatized from the jailing he didn't make a point of it and thought she probably needed some relaxation. At seven the doorbell rang and he opened the door to find a nice looking couple standing before him.
"Hi, I'm Earl and this is Cindy," said the man as he and his lady entered.
Debbie froze when she saw the sergeant and Cindy entering her living room. She knew the night of hell was just beginning.
"Come in and sit down," said Ted, "can I get you a drink?"
"Bourbon for me," said the sergeant, "and Cindy here likes sweet things, don't you Cindy?"
Cindy's only reply was a smile directed straight at Debbie who closed her eyes and wished the world would end right then and now.
"Two drinks coming up," said Ted as he went into the kitchen.
Cindy walked over to the couch where Debbie was sitting and sat down very close to her. She was dressed in a tight form clinging dress that was cut very deeply at the neckline and exposed most of her large breasts.
"How have you been my dear?", she purred, "His honor told me that you thought we had forgotten you. No chance."
Debbie didn't answer but instead drained her glass in one swallow. Ted entered with four drinks and handed them out. Debbie again drained half of the new drink in one gulp. The alcohol was beginning to hit her. After a while everyone's drink was empty. The sergeant stood up and offered to fix the next round.
"No problem Sarg," said Ted, "the bar is in the kitchen."
"Just call me Earl," the sergeant said as he carried the four drinks into the kitchen.
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