Drugged Into Submission, page 4
"Would you like some of this?" Hannah opened the drawer of the table and brought out the silver case.
"I prefer something mellower. How about a smoke?" Michael watched as Hannah pulled out the wooden box.
"Yes, that would be nice." She opened it and took out four rolled cigarettes. "Stephen?"
"Thank you, but no, I'll just watch you young people enjoy."
"Brooke?"
She never smoked, but she was feeling so down and left out. "I've never smoked before, but I would like to try if you will show me how." She wanted so hard to fit in. She was willing to do anything. She thought the new clothes would bring her confidence, but they barely recognized that she changed. She was letting her husband down.
"Come over here and sit between us." Michael moved so Brooke could sit between Hannah and himself. Michael took out the of the cigarettes, handing it to Brooke, another to Hannah.
She never saw a cigarette like it before. It looked like it was hand rolled, not out of a pack that they sold at the drugstore. These were rich people; they smoked hand-rolled cigarettes just like hand rolled Cuban cigars. She put it between her lips as Michael lit silver lighter. He touched the flame to the cigarette, the paper flaming before the end lit. She did what they saw on television, inhaling the smoke. It burned her throat as it went down.
"HHhhh," she coughed, the acrid smell of the cigarette filling her mouth.
"Try again."
She tried to inhale again, but the smoke was so hot and acrid, feeling like it was burning her tongue and throat before it would go down. "HHHGGG," she almost gagged on the smoke.
"Help her, Michael." Hannah already lit up hers and took a deep drag of it, holding it in her lungs as long as she could before she blew it out, the blue smoke curling up into the air. "OOOH, soo good."
Michael took the cigarette from Brooke's hand, not knowing what he was going to do, waiting for instructions. He inhaled deeply, the tip of the cigarette growing red and hot. He didn't inhale it like Hannah, instead he held it in him mouth. He reached over to Brooke, his hand on her shoulder and his palm behind her head, holding her as she saw his face come so close to hers. The next thing she knew, she felt his lips touching hers, his tongue forcing her lips open as he blew the smoke into her mouth.
"Inhale it slowly, Brooke," it was Hannah instructing her.
His lips never left hers, as she slowly inhaled the smoke, feeling a little uncomfortable with Keith's boss kissing her while his wife watched, but the smoke was not so harsh, feeling it go into her lungs, a new sensation, a brief euphoria that clouded her mind for a moment. She kept it as long as she could like Hannah, finally blowing the smoke back into Michael's mouth. He pulled his lips from hers, inhaling the second hand smoke into his lungs. She could still feel his lips on hers and a tingling between her legs. Why did these rich and powerful men have such an effect on me?
"It's strong," she said, but she forgot what else she was going to add to it. Before she could say another word, Michael dragged deeply on the cigarette, this time Brooke waiting for him, opening her mouth to receive the smoke, a strange sexual excitement to what he was doing. She inhaled the smoke deeply into her lungs, her breasts pushing out as her chest bellowed until she felt her nipples harden when they touched Michael's chest. As she was holding the smoke, Michael's tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring her teeth and gums until he found her tongue, lashing at it excitedly. She held the smoke as long as she could, not wanting his tongue to withdraw from her mouth. She finally had to blow the smoke out, Michael's lips deserting her once again. Her head began to cloud up, as though she was in a fog. Hannah was saying something, but Brooke couldn't concentrate on the words.
Brooke could smell the smoke swirling around her, as she fell back against the couch, sinking into the leather.
"Take some more, Brooke."
Brooke opened her mouth, but this time the lips were softer, gentler, but the tongue followed the smoke as it filled her lungs. She sucked the smoke, this time feeling her breasts rubbing up against another set of breasts, the lips kissing her and the tongue in her mouth belonging to Hannah. It should have bothered her, but it didn't. In fact, her tongue lashed out to greet the searching tongue, just as she did when Keith French kissed her deeply. The lips left her wanting, but her body failed to respond to her. She curled her feet up on the couch, Michael giving her room to curl them under her. She looked down, her skirt bunched up high, her garter belt revealed, but she didn't have the strength to push her dress down her shapely legs.
Michael gave her a cigarette, this time Brooke inhaling it deeply, looking down as her breasts heaved when her lungs filled. Her eyes were glazed over as the marijuana began to cloud her mind.
Stephen watched the three of them as the marijuana began to take effect. His cock was hard as he, Hannah and Michael went to work on the young girl. Her veins were filled with two days of Spanish Fly, and she had cocaine this afternoon and now marijuana to make her mellow.
Michael took Brooke's's hand and placed it on his lap. He began to rub it over his throbbing cock, her eyes barely opening. His erection grew as the soft fingers touched him. She might not know what she was doing, but her hand began to move by itself, slowing rubbing his shaft up and down. He reached over, his hand sliding over her breast, squeezing one pert tit as his cock jerked in celebration.
Brooke saw stars, colors and strange shapes flying across the dimly lit room as her body slowly sank into the couch. It felt strange, panic hitting her when she grew too disoriented then she calmed down, her body floating above her as if she could look down at herself. She tried to move her hand away from her breast, but it refused to move, feeling her fingers finding her nipple and pinching it until it grew erect. She looked down, her hands not on her breasts, but one hanging limply at her side, the other one was in Michael's lap. It was Michael's hand on her breast. She curled her fingers, finding them wrapped around something hard and throbbing. It was a prick, Michael's prick. She looked over at Hannah, but she didn't notice. Brooke's hand moved up and down, just as she did when she masturbated Keith.
Hannah came over to the other side of Michael. "Let me help you, Brooke. I'll take it out for you to play with it." She brushed her hand away for just a second, opening up his belt and pulling down his zipper. "You do the rest, Brooke."
Michael's cock was almost free, his hips rising up, wanting to feel someone's hand stroking his cock. Michael grabbed Brooke's soft hands, this time putting it into his shorts, almost cumming when her soft fingers curled around the naked flesh of his cock. "Take it out."
She didn't know what she was doing; all she knew was that she had to please the cock in her hand. She pulled it out of his shorts, looking down through her dazed eyes to see her hand holding his cock up majestically.
"Take another drag," Michael holding a joint to her lips as she filled her lungs again. His hand ran over the soft skin of her cheek and lips until she inhaled the sweet smoke, then his mouth enveloped hers, his tongue demanding, shooting into her mouth as he explored her oral cavity, wishing it were his cock that was between her lips.
She had never seen another man's cock before, but in her hand was Michael's cock. It was so much bigger than Keith, longer and thicker. Her fingers ran up and down the shaft, feeling the blood pulsing in the thick veins, her fingers wet as they continued to stroke him. It was huge, how could Hannah take such a monster inside her? It was inhuman. She looked over at Michael, but he was engaged with Hannah. His hands were rubbing her long, naked legs, pulling her skirt up until her naked thighs above her stockings were revealed. Her legs spread wide as his fingers found her black panties, his fingers squeezing her mound as her hips rose up from the couch. Brooke's hands froze when his fingers pushed Hannah's panties aside, and two fingers impaled her as she gasped in unexpected pleasure.
It felt so good when he fingered her deep. "Don't stop, Brooke, stroke his cock and make him feel good."
Brooke's hand moved mechanically, her fingers closing around the hot, pulsating flesh of Michael's cock. Neither one of them were paying any attention to Brooke, so immersed in their own sexual pleasure, only interested in the feel of Brooke's masturbating hand. She held her breath, the buzz clouding her mind, her mouth opened wide as she watched Michael's fingers skewering Hannah's pussy as she ground her hips back and forth onto them as though it was his cock. But his cock was in Brooke's hand, his hips moving as her fingers tightened around his cock as though it were a pussy.
It felt so good, Brooke's inexperienced hand a perverse excitement for Michael as she masturbated him without knowing why or caring. Stephen was watching the three of them with voyeuristic pleasure.
Brooke couldn't understand why her hand was gripping his cock so possessively. This was Keith's boss. She was part of a perverse threesome, her mind beginning to grasp how salacious and degrading the situation was. She had only been with one man, her precious husband, yet after only two days away from him, she was openly fondling another man's cock in plain sight of everyone. Yet she couldn't move, frozen on the couch as the other two sought out their pleasure. Brooke was confused, her mind revolted at what she was performing, but her body was excited by the perversity of the act. It was nothing that she had ever fathomed, her drugged mind unable to unleash from the degrading act.
"Faster," Michael urged her when he felt Hannah ready to cum. "Faster, Brooke," wanting to spill his seed in her hand.
Her hand moved with lightning speed, her fingers gripping his shaft so tightly as she sought to give him the pleasure he wanted so she could be free. It only took seconds before she felt his body stiffen; crying out as his cock jerked in her hand and his milky white cum arced up into the air and came back down to land on her hand. Her hand continued to slide up and down his shaft, now slippery with his hot sperm as he shot again and again until his sperm dripped onto her dress from her hand. She felt his cock shrinking in her hand, her hand covered in his sperm, the bond that held her subjugated to this wanton act finally over, releasing her. She could no longer sit and be debauched, standing up and running from the room. Her heels clicked loudly on the stairs as she raced to her room, closing the door and leaning against it as her lungs struggled to fill with air.
Brooke began to cry, her body filled with unexplained emotions. It took five minutes before she stopped, walking into the bedroom, the room lit by the lamp on the nightstand. She saw the decanter of sherry and the glass on the table near the bed, pouring herself a glass, her lips dry from sobbing. She needed something to settle her emotions, something to clear her head so she could understand why she did what she did. She couldn't understand how she could have masturbated Michael until he came in her hand while he masturbated his wife in full view. She would have thought it was only a terrible drug-induced nightmare, except her hand was still wet with his sperm.
Brooke began to undress, slipping off her shoes and then her dress, sitting in the chair as she took off her stockings and garter belt. She removed her bra, leaving on the wispy panties and threw on a diaphanous nightgown. She reached over and finished the glass of sherry, the drink filling her belly with a warmth that soothed her shattered nerves. She hoped it would make her sleep so she could put out the twisted image of the threesome and her masturbating hand out of her mind. She lay back in the bed, pulling the sheet up to cover her shameful body. She reached over and turned off the lamp, but it only dimmed. She switched again, dimmer, but still burning. One more click and nothing happened. She looked for the cord, but it ran under the bed and out of sight. Then she saw it, a silk mask to cover her eyes. It was there as if someone expected her to need it or were the rich always covering their eyes at night so they could sleep late after the sun came up. She put it on, enveloped in a calming darkness. She laid down as the comfortable bed enveloped her body. She squirmed for a few moments as she tried to get situated, but then the strange events of the day and the drugs took their effect, her body floating off into a drugged-induced sleep.
Gino watched from the outside, the dimly lit room outlining her lovely body in a sensual silhouette. His cock reared up in his pants, ready to teach the haughty young wife how a real man takes a woman. He let the drugged sherry work its magic, not wanting her to cry out when she squirmed beneath him as he took her with his hard, thick cock. He waited ten minutes before he entered, quietly slipping across the room until he was towering over her bed, the nightlight bright enough so he could inspect her intimately. The mask was a brilliant last-minute thought, her eyes shrouded in darkness. He could hear her soft breathing, her body motionless beneath the sheet. With the hands of a musician, he pulled the sheet off of her body until it dropped to the floor. Her legs were parted slightly, the nightgown riding up to above her knees, to reveal part of her long, shapely legs. The diaphanous nightgown could barely hide her lovely breasts, the nipples still pointed and hard from the aphrodisiac they had fed her for two days, the dark nipples standing out against the alabaster flesh of her breasts. His gaze went down over her belly, until he could see the slight rise where her blonder pubic hairs pushed up the nightgown. He couldn't wait until he stripped the nightgown from her body so he could feast his eyes on the flesh that lay totally at his mercy. By morning, he will have introduced her to the feel of a real man that would fill her womanhood. She would never be satisfied with her wimpy husband again.
Gino reached down to the hem of her nightgown with one hand, pulling it up slowly and carefully, watching for any sign that she was awake. He drew it up over her long legs, sliding it until her panties were revealed, his erection threatening to bust from his jeans as he revealed her white belly, finally uncovering her two perfectly formed breasts that stood up proudly, the nightgown rubbing the two nipples to erection as it passed over them. She moved slightly when his hands slid into the waistband of her panties, but not a word from her as he slid them down her legs, leaving her naked, a lovely blonde bush revealed.
He rubbed his cock as he gazed at her slightly parted thighs, the smooth inner flesh revealed, his eyes drawn up to her pussy, the soft, blonde hairs almost invisible, her slightly closed lips partly visible, the edge of her slit glistening with the dew from her excitement. Stephen had let him fuck many of the young girls that he brought to the mansion, but Gino was going to enjoy humiliating this innocent wife, introducing her to the most perverse acts.
He stood over her as he undressed. His cock jutted out from his shorts when his jeans released it from the tight confines. He slipped down his shorts, his manhood jutting out like a thick branch, his hand stroking the huge, throbbing cock as it continued to grow. Nine inches of cock, Brooke would never be satisfied with anyone else. He pulled the foreskin back as he stroked his erection. He had to be careful that he didn't accidently explode all over her, but his mind conjured up an image of his cum shooting all over the delicate features of her face and onto her lovely tits, his milky white cum burning her flesh as his copious fluids covered her body. How humiliating it would be to the innocent wife, drowning in the cum of another man.
He moved until he was on the edge of the bed. His hand touched her cheek, but she didn't move. He tilted her head to the side, her mouth opening slightly, only inches from his cock. He pushed with his hips until he could feel her hot breath blowing through her nostrils, placing the head of his erect cock on the edge of her closed lips. The head of his cock was wet with his pre cum. With one hand on her chin, the other on her nose, he gently pried her mouth open and her white teeth were revealed. A gentle shove with his hips and the head of his cock slipped through the opening. Her puckered lips accepted the head of his cock, curling around his flesh. With her mouth open, tiny drops of spittle ran from the corner of her mouth. He made his cock jerk repeatedly until droplets of white, milky cum leaked from the head into her reluctant mouth, lubricating her lips until they glistened in the light. He would love to plunge his cock into her mouth, shooting his cum into her trembling throat as she gulped furiously to swallow his potent sperm. He hoped Stephen would give him the opportunity. He gazed at her naked body, his fingers curling her lips tighter around the head of his cock, his hips beginning to move back and forth gently. His hand went to work on exploring her body, fingers finding one pert little nipple, rolling the rubbery flesh in his fingers until he could feel it hardening under his manipulation.
His cock slipped from her lips when she moved, moaning softly as though she was aware he was fondling her naked body. Her lips glistened with his cum, her pink tongue slipping out of her mouth nervously, her face grimacing as it drew his salty cum onto her taste buds.
"Keith, come to bed with me," she mewed softly, her thighs clenched tightly together.
Once she felt his cock inside her, she would no longer confuse him with her husband. Gino would teach her the difference tonight. His large, callused hands caressed her nipples into sharp points then pinched them until she moaned in pleasure. His hand gripped one full breast and squeezed it, Brooke arching up from the bed to shove the hardened nipple deeper into his palm. He deserted her breasts, his hand sliding over her belly, seeing her suck in her gut until his fingers passed through the fine hairs of her blonde bush.
Brooke felt fingers running through her bush, teasing the hairs down to the follicles. She thought it was her husband, dreaming that he was home and ready to make love to her again. She missed him, her body on edge, needing him to release the sexual tension in her body. "I want you, Keith." She could taste the maleness of her husband when she licked her lips. He was near her, her body responding to his fingers teasing her turgid nipples, her juices flowing between her legs as she clenched her inner muscles. "I need you inside me," she begged him.
He wouldn't deny her the pleasure. He went to the foot of the bed, crawling toward her. He pushed her unresisting thighs apart, her legs spreading shamelessly as he crawled between them. He opened her up, spreading her legs wider, her pussy flowering open to reveal the fresh pink inner flesh to his gaze.
