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[parody, mm/f,f,f, RAPE, SNUFF, ZOO, WS, OTHER EXTREME AND OFFENSIVE IMAGERY]
ARCHIE AND THE GANG in Sex and Death
a mkarl extravaganza
Mkarl2000@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: All legal ownership of the characters and their individual, or
group likeness parodied in this literary spoof is the property of Archie Comics
and/or the corporate entity which publishes Archie Comics. This story is
intended only for the amusement of the reader and no financial or other
measurable compensation will be derived for the author from the writing or
Internet publishing of this parody. The story contains many elements that are
not suitable for consumption by any decently moral and upstanding citizen, and
thus CAUTION is extremely advices before you read on. No one who is legally
prohibited from viewing such material under the laws of their place of domicile
should read any further... and certainly, anyone under the age of consent is
strongly prohibited to read any further. THIS IS NOT A KID'S STORY!
CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Archibald "Archie" Andrews
The all-American boy next door. Archie gets into all sorts of hi-jinx but
never actually does anything really wrong and thus he's far too boring to use
in this story.
Forsythe "Jughead" P. Jones
On the surface, he seems to be just an odd sort of boy with a few peculiar
quirks and a pertinacity to be a bit of a girl hater... if people only knew...
Veronica Lodge
The rich-bitch ice princess of Riverdale. This girl thinks she is just
too-fucking good for anything, but she is just about right to be in this story.
Midge Klump
Poor Midge... what a cutie. The girl has a real soft spot for the charity
cases such as her chronically challenged boyfriend Moose... you would almost
think she may have given it up if she knew the needs, but no one is going to
bother asking in this story.
Betty Cooper
The blue-eyed, blond, all-American girl next door. What psycho-rapist worth is
salt could possibly resist the yummy delights of such a little angle?
Reggie Mantle
Every barrel has its "rotten apple," and among Archie and the gang, that foul
piece of fruit has always been Reggie Mantle. What a perfect boy to join in on
the fun and games.
"Hotdog"
This beast may give the first impression to the casual observer of not being
much of a dog at all, but don't be fooled... end up between his legs, and you
will see just how much of an "animal" he is. and now "ARCHIE AND THE GANG in
Sex and Death..."
Jughead Jones was a boy with a secret. Those who knew him well [his friends
and family] were all aware that he was a little eccentric. Even to the casual
observer, it was obvious that Jughead Jones was a boy that walked to his own
drummer. From the kid's taste in clothing, to his abnormal interest in food,
and even his noticeable aversion to the fairer sex... everything about the boy
screamed out that he was just a little bit "odd." What no casual observer could
have known on such superficial observations alone though [and what even his
own family and best friends had no clue about] was just exactly how "odd"
Jughead Jones truly was.
Perhaps, it was all due to the circumstances that Jughead found himself born
and grown into. Physically, the boy was certainly no Charles Atlas. Jughead
really was rather unremarkable in so many ways. The boy was tall enough in the
six-foot range, but he was a string-bean. He certainly wasn't a sickly young
man, but he wasn't an Adonis either. Academically, Jughead was no standout
either, in fact he just never really excelled in any accomplishments besides
his ability to eat and not gain weight. A first look at the boy might reveal
to the observer that the kid's really only obvious physical standout trait was
a somewhat longer than average nose... of course what is between a guy's legs
is never that obvious of an observation to the casual onlooker.
In the end, what Jughead looked like [or how successful he was in the other
areas which young men find success at within the social dynamics of their peer
group] may-or-may-not have had something to do with his "secret," but in
whichever case it really didn't matter cause the facts still boiled down to the
simple truth that the kid did have something going on that even his closest
friends had no clue about... and that ignorance was what was going to be so
terribly tragic for all of them.
***
For as long as Jughead Jones could remember, he had known it was true. To a boy
like Jughead, it was so fucking obvious that he was just constantly pissed off
that everyone else didn't realize it too when it was just so SIMPLE. Boys had
COCKS and girls had CUNTS!!!
The simple mechanics explained it all. From the first time young Jughead and
his good friend Archie Andrews had found that very interesting magazine where
all those filthy sluts were being done, the boy had known how it all worked.
Jughead Jones had learned the pleasure that could be derived from a good touch
to the right spot at a very early age. Of course, his mother had tried to tell
him "no," but Jughead liked that. Anything that mommy didn't want him to do
must be "dirty" and Jughead was nothing if not a boy who enjoyed being dirty.
It was all such a relief for the boy. Under normal circumstances the kid had a
compulsion to present himself as a "nice" boy. Despite being able to make a
fairly close friendship with young Archie Andrews, Jughead still was obvious in
that he suffered from a lack of social skills. Not knowing how to have a
multidimensional fully developed character, Jughead always needed to
overcompensate with his public persona of being all good-and-pure. To a boy
who delighted so much in his wicked thoughts his do-gooder compulsion was a
major stress, and the actual ability to be dirty [even if it was always just in
the privacy of his own bedroom] was a guilty pleasure that Jughead partook upon
at every available opportunity to relieve the stress... if only it could ever
be that easy.
In his earliest endeavors at the joys of self-pleasure, the kid was quick to
realize that his excited enjoyment could be enhanced with the right visual
imagery conceptualized. As many young boys are wont to do, his odd thought
involved his friend Archie, or that bully Reggie, but quickly, Jughead
discovered that it was a far more satisfactory mental image to imagine himself
in full dominance and some cunt-girl as the sexy-little-fucktoy.
Jughead did love using such filthy language in his fantasies.
Yes... Jughead, definitely did have a secret, and yet it was one that it may
have been possible to see if only his family and friends had been more
observant of all the signs and clues.
Jughead's parents would have had one of the earliest opportunities to realize
the path little Jughead was embarked upon. Maybe if they hadn't been so
otherwise engrossed in the moment that first ever fateful night, than they
would have realized that their "noisy" activities had attracted the attention
of their awoken young child. There is no telling for sure that mommy or daddy
could have even been able to understand all of the ramifications of that first
night even if they had noticed their wide-eyed audience as they partook of the
celebration of their "love," but what can be ascertained with a certainty is
that while mommy sweated and moaned in the thralls of passion doing the nasty,
that she had no idea that her impressionable young son was there at the doorway
making the realization that even a woman as "good" as his own mother was
actually nothing more than just another cunt like every other girl out there.
Jughead always liked to watch his mother get fucked. Even when it was old Pop
Tart who dropped by while daddy was off at work playing the fool. The first
time Jughead had come home early from school and saw his mother down on her
knees playing the filthy little cocksucker, little Jughead had almost gotten
ill to his stomach. It had been over a year since that first night where it
had been established that even his own mother was just a filthy slut like any
of those girls in that magazine he had found with Archie, but even still... old
Pop Tart was a fucking loser [despite making the best damn hamburger in town.]
As Jughead had unzipped his pants and crouched down so as not to have either
his cheating slut of a mother or her "boyfriend" inadvertently realize his
observational presence, he really had to wonder just what the hell was actually
going on. The boy had no problem that his mother was being a total harlot, but
he just totally was freaked on why the hell she was doing the nasty with Pop.
It was almost enough to make young Jughead have a hard time stroking himself
off... almost, but not. Jughead shot his load into his hand as he watched Pop
Tate shoot his load all over mom's cocksucker face.
***
It was a good learning curve that Jughead Jones found himself embarked upon
from finding magazines, to watching his folks, and than seeing that even his
own personal bastion of feminine purity was nothing but a filthy piece of
trash. Jughead's own fantasies evolved and became more wonderfully intricate
with each passing day and year. The boy's own mother's shameful activities
served as his main Sex-ertainment and Sex-ducational material for several more
years, but in time, the girls of the gang became interesting diversions too.
The first time Jughead Jones was in the tree outside young Midge Klump's
bedroom window, he graduated to a new level in his ascension up the ladder of
true psycho-perversity. The thrill of just being so "dirty and bad" as to
actually be up in the tree like some predator voyeur that night while poor,
little unsuspecting Midge Klump played the good little girl coming to bed fresh
from getting all "clean" in the shower, was enough to give the kid a real kick.
Then when Midge was so amazing cooperative as to shuck off that little
terry-cloth robe to reveal the mind-blowing visual of the young teen standing
there is just her pretty, little pink panties as she stood in front of her
full-length body mirror and "checked" things out... well, it was just damn
lucky that no one was waiting underneath the boy down below the tree or they
may well have caught a face full of ejaculation from young Jughead's
spontaneous salute to the beauty of a little girl naked.
It was so nice that there was also a tree outside the bedroom window of Betty
Cooper too. It was always so damn hard for Jughead who he liked better of all
the babelicious young hotties of Riverdale, but if it made the decision any
easier for the boy, it did have to be pointed out that Betty didn't seem to
have any toys like Midge had.
It was unfortunate, that the Lodge estates had too much security for Jughead to
check out whether or not the young socialite, Veronica had toys like Midge
had... as big as Midges toys were and for all the vibrating they did, Jughead
had to imagine that Veronica could afford even bigger ones that vibrated
more... alas, even though Jughead had been able to check out the young miss
Lodge once out on a camping trip, her actual taste in whatever toys she used
would remain a mystery. Still, the fact that Midge did seem to really like her
big plastic "fake" cocks, and his idle speculation on what Veronica, Betty and
the other girls were into when Jughead wasn't looking started to clue the boy
into a final part of the "greater truth," which would be the absolute
foundation to every aspect of Jughead Jones" special secret.
What the boy finally realized was that girls liked it BIG!
In much the same way that watching his mother be fucked totally confirmed for
the boy that all girls were filthy sluts, the realization that girls liked it
big finally told him how a loser like Pop Tate had bagged his mother. Pop had
a big cock. Jughead hadn't exactly realized it when his slut mother had choked
and gagged on it that day way back, but after having a few of the neighbors now
to compare it too, Jughead finally was getting a better idea of things. The
fact is that almost all of Jughead's earliest exposure to other men had been
somewhat misleading. From those professional studs in the magazine and even to
his own dad, the boy had seen nothing but other guys who were somewhat blessed.
Sure there had been Archie too with his totally pathetic little cock, but
Juggie tended to just think that his friend had gotten the really "short" end
of the stick when it came to endowment. The main reason that Jughead hadn't
been able to realize just what was actually what when it came to most guys and
their "tool" size, was that Jughead himself was simply HUMONGOUSLY endowed.
At nearly thirteen inches from the base of his balls to the tip of his thick
prick, Jughead's size was almost freakishly out of proportion in comparison
with the rest of his physical attributes. The fact had never played an
important part in the boy's total development but after finally becoming armed
with the final piece of the "ultimate truth," Jughead's size simply demanded
that the kid finally act on the primal motivations of his secret.
Jughead Jones was finally going to fuck himself a girl-cunt.
Ahh... but who to pick?
It wasn't an easy decision for a boy to make. On the one hand, if Jughead had
the social skills or the social standing than it could have been easy. Under
such circumstances, the boy simply could have approached any of the bevy of
bouncy beauties bopping around the halls of Riverdale, and simply let the
little slut know what-was-what with his equipment. Any of the girls would have
simply become all to willing to make the drive up to inspiration point with the
young, virginal Mr. Jones at that point to christen the back seat of his
daddies Chevy... at least that was hat Jughead was certain of. It wasn't a
relevant consideration though, because the fact is Jughead didn't have any
intention of going out and asking for what he wanted. As far as the boy was
concerned, if the cunt was going to like it from his big cock anyhow than any
bitch was just going to be damn lucky to get the privilege of being chosen.
In the end, it came down to three girls who stood head and... tits, and asses
above the competition. First was Betty Cooper. Jughead really did like
Betty's tits. As a natural blond, Jughead thought it might be interesting to
try that pussy licking thing he had read about with Betty... not that hair
color probably had much to do with taste. Jughead tended to like Betty as a
friend [in so-much as he could ever like any cunt.] In the final analysis, if
things didn't go quite as smoothly as Jughead was sure they would, than perhaps
he shouldn't start with someone he sort of cared about too.
The second girl on Juggie's short list for being the lucky cunt to get
introduced to his weapon was the cockteasingly cute, Midge Krump. Of course,
the boy had always had a special soft... HARD spot for the hottie given that
she was just so damn accommodating with her late night festivities inside her
well-lit bedroom. Laying on the bed without and covers, and with her bedroom
curtains always left so obligingly open, the simple problem was that while the
beautiful Midge was a voyeurs fantasy friend, there just wasn't a hell of a lot
still left to the imagination about the girl as far as Jughead was concerned.
That, and the fact that Midge's boyfriend Moose was notoriously jealous were
two strikes against Midge that finally dropped her out of the running to be the
first recipient of Jughead's lustful gift.
In the end, it all came down to Veronica Lodge. For being such a bitchy, cold,
little, fucking ice-princess, Veronica still had the appeal of the best body
that money could buy... not that Jughead had any first hand knowledge that
Veronica was a "made" woman. It had seemed a little convenient that, the same
summer little Betty Cooper had gone from being "just-one-of-the-boys" to miss
"stretched T-shirt," Veronica had suddenly gone away for a couple weeks at the
"family summer home" and returned with her own two, mouthwatering "talents."
Still, Jughead, never judged, and however Veronica ended up so generously
blessed, he was a boy who would just take the advantage as it was available.
Perhaps it even was all natural... certainly, Veronica had the money to have
access to all sorts of hi-tech exercise equipment and personal trainers, and
you could say whatever else you wanted to about the bitch, but she did take
pride in her appearance and had a really firm body and a fantastic ass.
Yeah, Veronica Lodge would do just fine as the lucky cunt to be Jughead's
first, and the best thing was that for all the security at her place, it would
be so fucking simple to get the stupid bitch out alone where the boy would have
his way with her.
VERONICA LODGE
CHAPTER TWO...
The young girl had an air of superiority as she walked down the hallway in her
God-given right to be just "too-special." When another girl was partially in
the way, Veronica Lodge just rudely gave the little snot a shove. Veronica
Lodge wasn't a girl who it was easy to like.
Sure, money did talk, and it positively screamed for Veronica. When in doubt,
she could always buy what she wanted from any personal effect and even whatever
human companionship that she might ever want. Reggie Mantle was one boy who
was always hot for Veronica and while she knew that her hot-bod was at least
partially responsible, the other fact was that the money had a good catch like
Reggie salivating for the opportunity to get into Veronica's panties... not
that she was ever going to let any boy do that until she was safely protected
with a ring on her finger. Veronica did like to exude a certain power over all
people, and fooling around with a boy until he had a chronic case of blue balls
amused the ice-princess greatly, but the actual fun for Veronica just came from
the tease.
Reggie was the typical type of relationship for Veronica... someone she could
manipulate and screw over, but who she still knew would come back dragging that
cock between his legs just cause she had the money and privilege to get away
with being such a bitch. There definitely was a certain comfort for the girl
to realize exactly where she stood with Reggie or the few other bitch girls she
paid to be her occasional groupies. Ironically, though... [or is that
inexplicably?] Veronica did have at least two people who hung out with her and
treated her as more than just money.
One was Betty Cooper. Betty had always been the only person Veronica had who
could be considered a "best-friend." Even with the fact that Betty seemed to
genuinely like Veronica, the bitchy Miss Lodge still didn't desist from viewing
Betty as much as a rival as a sister...
The reason that Veronica could never enjoy her only true friendship was the boy
Archie Andrews. It was so difficult for Veronica to put her finger on why she
even wanted Archie. He was okay at sports even though he was no Reggie Mantle.
He wasn't an especially smart boy either, and no matter how many times she told
him to dump hanging with that freak best friend of his "Jughead Jones," Archie
would never do something like that. Maybe his loyalty and simpleness were what
attracted the sophisticated back-stabbing Veronica Lodge to him... or maybe it
was as simple as the fact that Betty Cooper was so desperately in heat for the
redhead.
Whatever the reason that Veronica wanted Archie, the same fact was that she did
want him and that was going to be her downfall.
The girl made her way to her school locker and opened it to change her text
books for the next class. As she pulled the door open, the note fell out. Of
course, the teenager quickly read it...
DEAREST VERONICA, I HAVE FINALLY MADE THE DECISION AND I CHOOSE YOU. I
WISHED I COULD COME OVER TO YOUR HOUSE TONIGHT TO BE WITH YOU, BUT YOU KNOW HOW
YOUR FATHER FEELS ABOUT ME. I DO HOPE SO MUCH YOU WILL BE ABLE TO GET AWAY
TONIGHT AND COME OUT TO INSPIRATION POINT SO WE CAN BE TOGETHER FOR A
CELEBRATION OF THIS HISTORICAL DECISION I'VE FINALLY BEEN ABLE TO MAKE. ON
SECOND THOUGHT, PERHAPS WE MIGHT WANT MORE PRIVACY SO MEET ME AT THE OLD
KARLSTROM PLACE. I WILL BE THERE BY EIGHT-THIRTY, Signed YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND
Finally!!! Archie had made his choice. Not that Veronica ever doubted that
the boy would come to his senses sooner than later. After all there never had
been a real comparison. The problem was that now that Veronica had Archie, she
wasn't all that sure she actually had wanted him at all. Veronica had tried to
frustrate the boy on previous occasions [only to be thwarted for the most part
by the goodie-two-shoe.] What success she had on given the kid blue balls had
been enough to let the girl know that Archie wasn't well endowed. Perhaps he
might be able to compensate with an increased willingness to pleasure a woman
in other ways, but Veronica couldn't seriously see herself in a long term
relationship with such a small cocked man. Still, Archie had always accepted
Veronica for what she was... now that she had won and knocked off Betty Cooper,
perhaps Veronica might just go-ahead and marry Archie and then cuckold the poor
sap. The possibilities really were endless in the long term as far as the smug
little bitch was concerned, but the more immediate consideration was that the
note certainly seemed to indicate that Archie was feeling amorous for the
night... and if nothing else that would give Veronica a chance for a great
laugh as she went and totally revved up the kid and than just walk away to
leave him completely frustrated.
It was going to be a very special night for Veronica Lodge, but as the girl put
the note back into her locker and took her books to head off to the final class
change of the day, she had no idea of just how "special" the night would be...
even if she had seen Archie's geeky best friend "Jughead" Jones lurking just
down the hallway staring at her ass as she stood there at the locker, chances
are there never would have been any way for the girl to know just what would
happen to her before the night was over.
JUGHEAD GETS LUCKY
CHAPTER THREE
It was now over half-an-hour past the scheduled meeting time and Veronica Lodge
was very pissed off. She had pulled her expensive sports car into the yard of
the old, deserted, secluded Karlstrom Place and expected to see Archie waiting
for her in his old jalopy. After-all the girl had made him wait a good thirty
minuets to make sure that he knew who had the upper hand. When she got out of
her car though she was so mad that Archie hadn't been there waiting, that she
just stamped her feet and yelled out into the early night air, "ARCHIE ANDREWS,
YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING LOSER! YOU BLEW IT BUDDY!"
Veronica was totally steamed as she prepared to get back into her car. Under
her breath she muttered to herself "just who the hell does he think I am, that
I will stand for being stood up like thi..."
Her rhetorical question was never finished being voiced, cause as the bitch had
made her scene, her true "date" for the night had made his skillful approach
onto her position and exhibiting a blitz attack that his slim frame otherwise
might have belied him capable of, Jughead Jones was suddenly on the
unsuspecting Veronica Lodge.
"mmgHHH... oooHHH, WHAT THE FU..."
Jughead's hand clamped heavy over Veronica's foul-cursing mouth cut off the
expletives as the boy starting his excited psycho-babble into his new
"girl-friend's" ear.
"Ha, I bet your surprised it isn't Archie here, aren't you sweety. Don't worry
though, you are going to love me way more than him anyhow. Can you feel me
pressed up against your ass yet? It's all real. I know you never had it so
big before so you are really going to like me tonight."
Veronica Lodge couldn't believe it. One second she had been little Miss
Princess, Queen of the world, and the next she had been surprised by some
psycho lunatic out here in the middle of nowhere. Of course the girl's first
response was surprise, and then a little fear as she tried to process her
situation. As the creeps words hit her ears though, Veronica suddenly became
very angry cause she recognized the voice instantly... JUST WHAT THE HELL DID
JUGHEAD JONE'S THINK HE WAS DOING?
The imperiled girl tried to voice the question but with her mouth muffled, all
she could get out was some pathetic little "mmmgyhhghhhmmph's."
***
Jughead really liked the feel of Veronica's soft, female body as he roughly
shoved her hard up against her car. He probably really didn't need to have a
hand over the bitch's mouth since he had purposely chosen this meeting location
to make sure there wouldn't be anyone else within miles who might try to butt
in and interfere in the boy's fun before he had an opportunity to educate the
little ice-princes to just how much she would be eternally grateful for this
blessing that Jughead had chosen to bestow upon her. It was just a natural
thing to put one hand over her mouth when he grabbed the girl though. He still
had the free second hand though to use for a feel or two... At first, Jughead
had grabbed Veronica quickly around her waist. He wanted to make sure he could
get her secured before she made it into the car... after all it would have
really counterproductive for the agenda if his playmate had been able to get
away before the game was even begun. Once he had managed to give her a shove
into the car door which managed to push it securely shut, Jughead then had more
of an opportunity to relax a little as he roughly pulled the bitch over and
pushed her down over the hood of the car. He started to talk to her and at the
same time he maneuvered his free hand from down around her waist back up to
where it could get a more interesting grip.
***
Veronica Lodge was absolutely mortified as she was being molested. She had
often allowed Reggie Mantle to get under her sweaters in times past, but that
was different... Reggie wasn't a disgusting little toad like Forsythe Jones
was!
It made her skin crawl as the bastard manhandled her and took his obscene
liberties. Her mind raced in search of any possible escape options. She
thought to try biting Jones' hand, but couldn't. Instead, all Veronica Lodge
could do was get bent over the hood of her expensive car while the boy squeezed
and twisted her tits through her sweater and continued to press what felt like
a baseball bat, hard up against the crack of her ass.
"Oh yeah... Why are you fighting me baby... I'm sure you can feel me up against
your ass. I've had a hardon all day thinking about what a great fuck we are
going to have tonight... in fact, I guess I've had a hardon ever since I chose
you over Midge and Betty to be the first for me. You lucky cunt. Can you feel
how lucky you are up against your ass? Oh yeah, I always knew your ass was
going to be so fucking good. I'm just so fucking surprised you never saw the
bulge in my pants today every time I saw you. I guess you were just too
fucking stood-up to look down there. Well Veronica, maybe what you need is to
be less stood-up and more down on your knees so you can get a better eye-level
prospective on just what a lucky cunt you truly are."
As upset as Veronica was given the situation she found herself in, the words
being perversely spoken to her in such disrespect, weren't registering in any
real sort of coherence. Still, the general gist of what Jughead was up to was
too painfully being made crystally aware to the jeopardized teenager, with his
crude manipulations of her tits. The bastard was being so damn rough, that
Veronica was wincing under his touch. The horrible thing was that as repulsive
as it was for the girl to be molested in such a degrading manner, she was not
naive enough to prevent the realization from seizing her brain, that any boy
who would lure a girl out like this and then attack her, wouldn't stop until
things had gone much, much... much further.
***
Things weren't going exactly like Jughead had thought they would... in a way,
they were going exactly like he planned, with Veronica now on her knees having
been sucking his cock for quite a while now... Jughead had already shot a load
of his wet, sticky sperm all over the cocksucker's face, and now he was having
her get him hard again for the fuck, so that part was going very well... what
wasn't going the way he thought it would is how upset the stupid cunt still was
and what a difficult little bitch she was being.
Jughead really had thought that once Veronica had gotten to see just how big he
was, that all that stupid act about not liking him would just evaporate like
the bullshit it was...
But no... here she was having already given him a blowjob and still the tears
flowed.
Sure, Jughead had needed to become more physical than he had originally
thought, but that had been Veronica's fault. The boy had wanted to see her
tits, and she should have just given it up. Jughead had loved it at first...
grabbing up Veronica and pushing the rich bitch up against her fifty thousand
dollar sports car... all her daddies money wouldn't mean shit for what Jughead
wanted... he was going to get himself a fuck from the bitch that would reduce
her to the level of any two-bit whore.
It was damn fun to grab up Veronica and tell her how much fun they were going
to have. She felt nice and soft too... all squishy when Jughead pressed his
huge cock against the crack of her ass. Jughead had really needed to see her
tits.
That was when Veronica got all stupid and when Jughead had needed to stop her
from escaping...
Maybe, it was partly his fault too... if he had kept a good hold of her than
she might not have been able to break past him, but Jughead had wanted to feel
up both those tits as he went about getting her out of her preppie little
stretched-tight sweater. He hadn't imagined she would bring her knee up... THE
FUCKING BITCH.
Jughead had almost been too winded to even be able to give chase as Veronica
had started to run. He remembered her saying something like he was crazy and
to please stop and she wouldn't tell anyone... The stupid cunt was acting like
she couldn't believe Jughead would be doing this to her, but at the same time
she gave him the knee and started to scream and run so she must have known deep
down that this was real...
Jughead was enraged as he fought through the pain and chased the bitch down...
Luckily in her heels the cunt's flight ability was almost nonexistent and
Jughead was quickly able to slam into he back with a flying tackle before the
cunt got out to the road. He quickly punched her a couple times in the face to
quiet Veronica down... the truth was that the display of violence kind of
surprise him as he hadn't planned to do anything like that, but the cunt had
started the pain thing when all Jughead wanted to do was have some fun. When
the boy did pull back and let the bitch have it, he had to admit that he liked
it. Normally, Jughead was used to being the loser in fights, but the way
Veronica's head snapped back and the pitiful whimpering screams as he
bitch-slapped her were very empowering. It was almost difficult not to keep
punching, but Jughead didn't want the cunt's pretty face messed up too much
before he had his satisfaction.
There was a car driving by too, and they were just close enough that if the
cunt screamed and the car's occupants had the windows down, than it could get
awkward, so Jughead stopped punching the cunt and put his hand over Veronica's
mouth.
"You stupid bitch, Ronnie... don't you realize what a lucky cunt you are? I've
seen Archie and he is so small. I'm way bigger than Reggie too so you are
going to get what all you cunts want. You are just the first lucky bitch to
get into my harem but once betty and Midge and everyone else gets indoctorined
than you will finally realize what an honor you had to be the first... a
stuck-up bitch like you should appreciate it. Now just keep that fucking mouth
shut while we wait for that car to go by.
***
It had all been so crazy. Even though Veronica had always thought Jughead was
weird, she had thought him weird in a pathetic way, not in some psycho-lunatic
way. Even when he had grabbed her, she figured it might be some sort of joke
for the first second, but than when she had felt such a huge cock pressed up
against her ass, Veronica had freaked... as an expert cock-teaser, the girl
knew how boys got when they were turned on... even with Reggie, Ronnie had been
forced to actually jack him off a couple times cause when a boy gets horny
enough he becomes more demanding... and with Reggie, it had always been
Veronica in control to start with. Now, Jughead was just as horny, and
Veronica had no control at all.
Kneeing the freak in the nuts had just been instinctive... Daddies self-defense
lessons he had forced little princess to take had taught her to do tat if a
rapist was ever her threat... to Veronica, the idea of being raped was sick.
She hadn't even considered that anyone as privileged as herself would ever be
treated in such a manner, so she had tuned out the rest of that lesson from the
security trainer... too bad for her.
Veronica had run as fast as she could and in the distance she had heard the car
on the road... if only she could get there, but of course she couldn't...
It had been so unreal to be taken to the ground. Jughead had always seemed
like such a wimp but he hit her so hard that it became difficult to think
straight. When Jughead told her to be quiet until the car went by, all
Veronica could do was weep and hope-beyond-hope that whoever was in the car
would turn into the Karlstrom place for some reason.
***
Archie Andrews, Reggie Mantle, and Betty Cooper were all in Archie's car headed
to Pop Tate's place. None of them were really thinking of Veronica at the
moment as she hadn't told anyone where she would be this evening, and as they
drove past the driveway into the Karlstrom place, they had no idea that they
were bypassing their last chance to ever see the girl again.
***
After the car out on the road had driven by, Jughead Jones had grabbed hold of
Veronica's hair and used it like a leash on a dog to drag the bitch back to the
relative safety of being further off the road. Part of the way back down the
gravely path, Jughead had noticed the rough trail had given the cunt some
scratches on her face. Much to his surprise, the boy sort of was excited by
the meanness of it all.
Jughead wanted to see more.
"Poor, crybaby Ronnie... those expensive designer cloths of yours are going to
get all ruined if I drag you through the dirt and gravel back to where I can
sex you proper. Maybe you would like it better if I took everything off before
it got too dirty?"
Veronica didn't like it better to have this psycho she thought was a friend,
stripping her, but there was little the bitch could do about it as the teenager
got stripped down to her bra and panties.
"Mmm, your tits aren't as good as betty's, but they are still nice... I bet
your nipples are erect too to prove you are horny for this," the boy spoke as
he yanked the sexy teen's brassier off of her in a rough ripping motion.
"And now those cute little Pierre Cardine panties too. How much did they cost
you Ronnie? Bet you paid more for those panties than I spend on hamburgers for
a whole week, but they are just going to be in the way for what we are going to
do so let get those cute little undies off."
Veronica Lodge was naked.
She did get several more cuts and scratches on her perfect, little virginal
body before Jughead finally had her back to the car. Having been dragged by
the hair over gravel the whole way, and having tried to resist a couple times
to earn herself a couple kicks to the ribs, Veronica was in so much pain that
all she could do was whimper as Jughead pulled the naked teenager up to her
knees and forced her to suck.
She didn't even dare to bite.
And so Veronica Lodge sucked cock for the first time in her life. It was
disgusting to her. Jughead was so big that he gagged her. She wanted to spit
the foul taste out of her mouth but she had to suck and lick every inch of his
cock, and the boy seemed to delight in shoving it down even further into her
throat... at one point, she was sure she was about to choke right to death
before he pulled out and let her catch her cocksucker breath back...
Veronica Lodge was a drooling mess with her face covered in the remnants of
Jughead's first filthy ejaculation all over her face, when the boy pulled out
and told her it was now time to fuck.
Panic seized the young girl. She had sucked him off, wasn't that good enough?
Veronica didn't want a baby... she begged Jughead, and the boy did finally take
pity... sort of.
"If I fuck you up the ass and your good enough, than maybe I won't need to risk
knocking your rich bitch self up."
Jughead was such a freak if he thought Veronica would ever do anything so
depraved... but what choice did she have?
Getting up on all fours was so humiliating, and his cock was so big, and there
wasn't any lubrication to make things easier for the young girl at all.
***
Jughead Jones was in rapist paradise... squatting in behind, Veronica Lodge, he
had to admit the vision of beauty on her hands and knees before him was simply
cock-stiffening. It was too bad that she was still acting like she didn't like
it and was all crying and stuff, but Jughead was getting more into accepting
his new found enjoyment on that part too... what he had no problem even knowing
that he would like was to be ass fucking some girl. Veronica did have a simply
subliminal ass. It was so tight that he had to really give her a hard shove to
ram his cock all the way in. The way Veronica had screamed, maybe something
wasn't quite stretchy enough to take it... oh well, like any square peg and
round hole, enough hammering always drove the point home, and since it was kind
of gross to think too much about it, Juggie really preferred to just enjoy
having his balls slap up against the girls ass down near her pussy as he
pound-fucked her ass... it was also more fun to giggle to himself that the cunt
actually thought she could save her pussy by agreeing to cooperate to getting
ass wrecked.
***
Veronica was so sore. She tried again to get her arms free but Jughead had
tied them too tight. She desperately wanted to get free. It was so crazy what
had happened. She had been raped. It was so humiliating. Veronica had
actually had to suck cock and let the boy cum in her mouth... it had been
disgusting... WORSE, VERONICA HAD BEEN SODIMIZED. The fucking prick had raped
her ass and actually shot his sperm into her. She could still feel it so icky
in her.
When Jughead let her go, she was going to try to use all her wealth and
influence to get Jughead put up for the death penalty or something. Maybe she
would get a hitman to just kill the bastard... yeah, but first the guy could
beat the fuck out of Jughead and rape him too... It was small solace to the
girl, but one thing Veronica Lodge did know was how to get her revenge.
***
Jughead Jones had a small problem. It was getting near time that the boy would
have to get home and Veronica hadn't come around like he had originally hoped.
It may have seemed like a bigger problem to the boy except he was still sure
that she would, it was only a matter of finally forcing her to admit she was
just a cunt and wanted it. Jughead still had time to give her one more fuck
and that would fix everything/
***
"Okay, bitch, time to fuck that cherry cunt."
Veronica Lodge screamed into her panty gag duct taped into her mouth... she
wanted to protest that the freak had promised not to violate her fertile and
unprotected pussy, but all the sound that came through her panties was a
muffled "nnnnnngghooooommmmphhh!!!"
With the young, brunette beauties hands bound securely behind her back, and the
panty gag in her mouth preventing her from getting all annoying with her
protests, Jughead had no problem rolling the bitch onto her back. He
skillfully forced her slut legs apart and than the boy mounted her easy.
Veronica's eyes fluttered wide as she felt the thirteen inches penetrate and
break her... she wasn't a virgin anymore.
"That's it, enjoy it you slut."
Jughead figured pussy was better than anything he ever could have imagined.
Mouth and ass had both been nice, but pussy was definitely what it was all
about. Jughead wanted the fuck to last forever. Ironically, it would last
forever but only for Veronica.
Even with her arms tied behind her, Veronica tried to buck a couple times as if
in effort to knock her rapist off her... it was utterly futile and actually
just gave the boy a wilder ride... still, it kind of served as the last straw
to Jughead... it just pissed him off so much, cause he was sure the cunt was
cumming on his cock, and yet she was still so acting like she didn't like it.
Jughead wanted to shake some sense into her... his hands found her neck... it
seemed so natural... it was so weird... the shorter of breath the girl got, the
more frantic her fight... the better the fuck was getting... Jughead shot his
load into Veronica's cunt, but he didn't let go of his hold on her neck...
"You stupid cunt, you should have liked it Veronica... you should have known
how good it would have been for you, but if you were too fucking stuck up than
who needs you anyhow?"
And with that, Veronica Lodge was no more.
[Definitely to be continued... soon]
Mail on this story or any other work of mkarl will be accepted at
mkarl2000@hotmail.com
June 26/2000
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