Three Stoner Chix - Purple Wreck

"She... she... Alyson wanted it! We're two consenting adults and..."

"Stop it, you fucking rapist. You're cornered, and you know it. So just stop, please, and face the music like a man."

Barry's demeanor changed. Fear was replaced with cold, impotent rage. He took a deep breath, and said, "Okay. You haven't called the cops. So what do you want?"

"A number of things. Mostly I want this poor girl to live her life without feeling like a rape victim. So we're going to make sure she never finds out what you did here today. Is that acceptable to you?" He nodded. "Then clean her up. Now."

She spoke quietly, but he heard the menace in her voice, so Barry did as he was told. He'd intended to clean Alyson up anyway, so he retrieved the bedpan and enema from the storage bin, and used them to wash Alyson's rectum of cum. Occasionally he'd glance up at Carrie, unnerved by her utter lack of fear, or even of outrage. She watched him with detached interest, occasionally snapping another photo, forcing him to dig his own grave ever deeper. But he couldn't think of any other options but to do what she said. He couldn't murder her. He had no interest in that sort of thing. Besides, he had no idea how to get into the secure drivers at the firm. His gifts were holy ones. He didn't know squat about computer systems, but he could tell that Carrie did.

After he cleaned Alyson's anal canal, he carefully washed her beautiful body, being sure to remove all trace of sperm and lube. He couldn't help but get a massive boner. Feeling Carrie's eyes on him, actually, was a massive turn-on. After he put the towel away, he just had to touch her again, so he reached for her breasts to give them one last squeeze.

Carrie said, "Stop."

"Or what?"

"Or I push this little button and the last photo I took will go right to Morgana's cell phone."

He sat up and nodded coldly. "Okay. Now what?"

"Is Alyson's friend still in the clinic?"

"How do you know about that?"

She bored into him with her robotic eyes, "I know everything, Barry. I can read your mind."

He sighed, "No. But her phone's been ringing. I presume her friend is ready to go. Her plan is to sneak out when I give my second speech."

"How long before Alyson wakes up?"

"In a few hours, but I have a stimulant I can give her to wake her up whenever I like."

"Show me how to administer it."

He showed her how to inject Alyson with the little ampoule. Then she told him to get dressed. And as he was putting his immaculate white suit on again, she laid down the law.

"You're going to go out there and give that speech, as promised. When you come back, Alyson and I will be gone." She handed him a card. "Then you will immediately drive to this address. It's a private clinic. They'll be waiting for you."

"Clinic?"

"So you can be treated for your psychological problems, Reverend. Don't worry, they're very discrete. The media will never know... as long as you're honest with them, and accept their help. You're never going to molest or rape another human being, which I know will be difficult for you. So you need all the help money can pay for. I'll be keeping tabs on you, so please don' t make me show you my fangs."

He adjusted his tie, fuming with fury. "Is that all?"

"No, don't be silly. I'm going to punish you. I'm going to make multiple demands on you in the coming months and years, and you will be forced to obey them. Every one. Disobey me and you'll be spending a very long time in the federal penitentiary, and living out the rest of your miserable life as a registered sex offender. But it's not all bad. You will get something out of all this."

He growled, "What? My ministry?"

"Your soul."

When Alyson awoke ten minutes later, she was fully dressed again, and sitting upright in her seat. She felt as if she was coming out of a deep sleep. But when she opened her eyes, she saw that Carrie was sitting across from her, staring at her with those weird, robotic eyes. "What the...? Where? Who? Carrie?"

"Hello Alyson."

Alyson vaguely remembered having some sort of verbal battle of wits with Reverend Atherton. Did I? Did I drink that grape soda? Oh shit. I did! Suddenly she noticed a tingling ache in her asshole, and terror gripped her heart. "Oh fuck!"

Carrie said, "Don't worry, Alyson. I got here in time to stop him from doing anything particularly bad. That pathetic excuse for a man was giving you an enema, if you can believe that?" She tapped her foot against an enema in the wastebasket.

Oh shit... is that all? He didn't rape me? Thank God! Alyson began to cry, weeping like crazy. Carrie slipped across the divide and put her arm around her shoulder, and Alyson grabbed her tight and started bawling into her chest, while Carrie gently stroked her head.

"Don't worry, Alyson. Don't worry."

"How did you...? Where is he?"

"His chauffer told me a pretty little redhead was meeting with him, a girl with glowing green eyes. I just knew it had to be you. But I know what kind of man Atherton is, so I came as fast as I could. I only wish I'd gotten here faster." Alyson heard authentic regret in her voice, "I foolishly allowed myself to get sidetracked, and if not for that little delay..."

Alyson hugged her tight, "No, you saved me! I was gonna let that perv do whatever he wanted. He said he was gonna grope me a bit... but I didn't think he'd... shit. He was giving me an enema? Gross!"

"Yes, he is gross."

"Ack! My throat hurts!"

"A side effect of the drug he gave you. It should go away soon."

Alyson heard the Reverend's voice then, rising up above the roaring crowd. "... sanctity of life, my friends. Today we are joined in common cause, to protect our children and preserve their innocence..."

Alyson sat up straight. "You didn't call the cops?"

"I will if you want me to, Alyson. I took a picture of him giving you the enema. It would put him in prison for certain."

Alyson steamed, but she didn't know what to do. Oh shit. I don't want mother to know what I did. So stupid. Letting that man molest me just so I could sneak my friends into an abortion clinic! I'm such an idiot.

"No... uh... I'd rather mommy didn't know."

"That's what I thought. But I have Atherton over a barrel Alyson. Is there anything you want from him?"

She thought about that for a minute, listening to his holy platitudes over the roaring crowds. "I want him to pay through the nose. Settle with those girls."

Carrie smiled her mirthless smile. "That can be arranged. Your mother won't like it, but he'll do it if I tell him to. How much do you think he owes them?"

"I don't know... maybe... five hundred thousand each?"

"Let's say a million."

"Yeah, a million. After lawyer fees and taxes."

Carrie laughed. "Good idea, Alyson. Your mother doesn't appreciate how smart you are."

"I don't suppose we could castrate him?"

Carrie laughed, this time with true mirth. "Oh, Alyson. I would love to do it. But, I doubt he'd be willing to cut off his own cock, though... he might, to keep out of prison."

"That must be one nasty photo."

"Not nasty, Alyson. Pathetic. But don't ask to see it. I don't want you having that image in your mind. He's not worth it"

Alyson had never been able to read Carrie, but for just a moment, she caught a flash of pain deep behind Carrie's weird eyes. Some buried humiliation from the past perhaps?

Then Alyson said, "Well, I think he needs to see a shrink. Big time. We gotta stop him from doing this again."

Carrie nodded, "Yes, that's already arranged."

"And... my friend Amy knows a girl who claims he raped her. Maybe he can give her some money too."

"Hmm... I'll talk to Amy about it. Does Gina know about this girl?"

"No. She's too afraid to testify. I didn't believe her story. She said he gave her some grape juice, just like me, and when she woke up he was raping her. But maybe she was mistaken. Maybe he was just giving her an enema or something."

"Yes, I'm sure that's all it was. Apparently he has a bit of an enema fetish."

"Sicko."

Right then Alyson's phone rang, "Sorry, Carrie, I gotta take this." She gave Carrie a quick hug, and then kissed her fast on the lips, something she'd never done before. "Thank you so much, Carrie! Well... uh... I'll see you later."

"Goodbye Alyson."

Alyson stepped out of the limo and answered the phone, jogging swiftly away from the protest for fear her mother would see her. "Hello?"

Dana Lee's beautiful, perfect, angelic voice came into Alyson's ear. "Hey red, we're out! Free and clear. Whatever you did worked like a charm."

"I'm so glad, Dana Lee."

"And guess what? I'm not preggers!"

Alyson couldn't help but emit a loud whoop of joy. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Really? Oh holy shit that's such good news!" Oh, I'm so glad I helped her! So glad! It was totally worth that stupid enema. Totally worth it. Even though my ass is tingling like crazy.

She heard Amy yelling into the phone, "Where are you girl? Let's grab some beers and go down to the beach and celebrate!"

Dana Lee yelled, "Yeah! Stoner chicks. Here's to the end of summer. Whoooeee!"

Alyson was weeping happy tears now as she ran up the sidewalk. She was smiling so hard it felt like her cheeks were going to shatter into a million pieces. She was hopping as she ran, filled with insane joy. "I'm so happy Dana Lee! So happy for you! I love you Dana Lee! I love you so much! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!"

"I love you too, sweetie! Where are you?"

Alyson was so crazy with happiness, she had no idea where she was or what she was doing. She stopped and looked around. "I'm near a 7-eleven. On... what street is this? Jackson street."

"Okay, be right there, sweetie."

"Dana Lee... uh... Dana Lee... When I said I love you earlier... what I meant... what I really meant was... oh God..." She took a deep breath, then blurted, "I'm IN love with you. I've been in love with you since the seventh grade!" Alyson shrieked and hopped in a little circle, "Oh my God, I finally said it! I actually said it! But I mean it Dana Lee! I really do!" She paused, her heart pounding a mile a minute in her chest. There was silence on the other end. Oh shit. "Dana Lee? I know it's a shock, but ... it's true. Ask Amy if you don't believe me. She knows all about it. I'm a lesbian, Dana Lee. I'm a lesbian, and I want you to be my fucking girlfriend!" She shrieked again, then giggled like crazy, "Oh, my god, I can't believe I said that! But I did say it... and I meant it! I love you Dana Lee!! I fucking LOVE YOU!!"

Then her phone made a little beep and she looked at the screen.

CALL FAILED

Oh shit... oh shit... "OH SHIT!" How much did she hear? "Ohshitohshitohshitoh OH SHIT!!!"

Alyson heard a beep-beep and turned to see Amy's red Chevy pulling up to the curb. The window was rolled down and Dana Lee was leaning out, her long lean arm on the sill and her long blonde hair trailing along behind her like a dream. She had a huge, happy smile on her narrow face, and a cigarette in her lush lips. And her blue eyes were glittering in the bright Florida sun, radiating pure joy.

That's how Alyson knew that Dana Lee hadn't heard a thing. She's happy because she isn't pregnant. Because now she can go on fucking and sucking every cock in Jacksonville, without a big fat belly getting in the way.

And Alyson also knew that she was done trying. It was no use. Dana Lee was straight. She'd always been straight. She'd always be straight. And that was the end of that. But she was still her best friend in the world, and what's so bad about that?

Amy leaned past Dana Lee and honked the horn, and whistled at Alyson, "Hey, hot stuff! Need a lift?"

Alyson smiled, and ran giggling to her friends.

THE END

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