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"That was excellent," Ken said, standing outside the care and pulling his pants up.
"Suppose we should get her home now?" Bill asked.
"Unless she wants another round," Frank said.
"No," she whimpered, tears in her voice.
"Okay then," Frank chuckled.
A moment later a hand pushed her one leg off the seat as the car's motor started. Drawing herself up, she worked at her dress, pulling the sleeve back on, pulling the front over her breasts, and pulling the hem down onto her thighs. Her shoes appeared on the seat next to her and she looked over to find Ken sliding onto the seat and closing the door. As the car started moving she slumped against the door, holding her shoes in one hand, her other absently tugging on the dress' hem . . . trying to pull it down further than it was meant to go.
Everyone was quiet during the drive to her house, the car's radio providing a surreal soundtrack to the night's ending. Staring out the window, she thought about everything that'd happened . . . trying to make sense of it . . . of her . . . of her body's response. Now that the murky haze had lifted and her body wasn't shouting down her reasoning, she could look at it all rationally. She'd clearly had more to drink than she should have or been drugged. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know which. Either way, she'd fallen prey to these men and ended up somewhere she shouldn't have been. Then her body had betrayed her. She'd always enjoyed sex and had never thought it made her a slut . . . and she still didn't think that. That was just the way they talked . . . the things they said during intercourse. But her body had betrayed her . . . Oh how it had betrayed her; her lust making her do things she shouldn't have. Thinking about it she recalled the way it'd felt . . . the roughness of their assault . . . the harshness of their words, and she started to wonder if she could Tom to be more like that...
It took about twenty minutes for them to pull up to her house. As they did she saw that Tom's truck wasn't in the driveway. Figuring he'd had too much to drink and crashed at his buddy's place she felt relief over this since it meant he wouldn't see her coming in disheveled. As the car rolled to a stop Frank jumped out and held her door open for her. Still carrying her shoes, she walked up the sidewalk, listening to the sound of the car idling away.
They still had her panties.
The End
- COMMENTS
Anonymous3 months agoI find her submission exciting and can’t help thinking that maybe next time she arranges a ride home with just one guy after agreeing to suck him.
tryanything2x4 months agoWow! Very good balance of reluctance and lust. Eager to read your other stories.
m1km1n305 months agoA woman, drunk and possibly drugged, thinks she’s having a fun, flirty night with three nice guys who make her laugh and danced with her. Then they ruin it by proving themselves to be self-satisfied rapists.
This is why you should NEVER leave a bar or club without knowing where your friends are, what state they’re in, and either putting them in a taxi or checking on they regularly until you know they’re home/safe. Don’t even walk off to the bathroom alone without making sure people know where you’ve gone. My friends and I used to watch the time, and go checking if a friend took an unusually long time to return, especially if the bathrooms were in some dark hallway or downstairs or some other far-away corner.
Never, ever drink from an open container handed to you, or that has been out of your sight for even a short period of time.
Let’s be clear: the body can and will respond to unwanted sexual stimuli. Becoming wet or having an orgasm/ejaculation—because men get raped, too—absolutely does NOT mean 1) the victim wanted it, 2) asked for it, 3) made false protest, 4) wanted to be forced to avoid responsibility for desiring it or 5) enjoyed it.
Her own confusion as to the meaning of her body’s reaction is sad, and probably mirrors that of many, many people ignorant of the fact that the body does not automatically distinguish between consensual and non-consensual stimulation.
They dropped her home, and Frank jumps out and opens her door for her as if he’s some gentleman returning her safely after a date. Delusional POS.
