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Subject: {ASSM} ** New Spoonbender Rape Story - Party Gift (nc, M+/F)
Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 21:10:04 -0500
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The Party Gift (nc, M+/F)

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(c)2002 Spoonbender.  A short story of an adult nature.  Not to be
read by minors.  If you don't like this sort of stuff or you are
underage then don't read.  Contains graphical scenes of a non
consensual sexual nature, which some people might find disturbing.
Can be freely distributed as long as it is not changed, including this
heading.  If it is to be archived then please email me first for
permission and I must have access to that archive.  Note that the
characterizations are mine.  I do not like people stealing them for
inclusion in their own efforts. Please email me with comments,
constructive criticism, fantasies you want put into words etc.  Don't
flame me if you don't like the content or you don't like my style.
Spoonbender@hotmail.com

Based on a true story and dedicated to Lori.

**********(c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com **********


"What about that one over there," the skinhead gatecrasher indicated
to his mate.

His mate squinted across the smoke filled room at her. She was pretty
far gone already, sitting partly upright on the huge sofa. But she was
a gorgeous piece of ass. "Yeah," he grinned showing a mess of rotten
teeth.

They worked their way over to her and stood close. She had her arm
along the arm of the sofa with her glass held at arms length. Her eyes
were closed and her head rocked in time to the music. The first
gatecrasher open a small paper folder and tipped the white powder it
contained into her drink. It fizzed briefly then went opaque.

Seconds later she sipped at the drink.

She was soon slumped down, her head lolling.

"Here let me help you to bed," said someone from within a tunnel.

She murmured in gratitude.

"Where'll we take her?" whispered the first.

"Through here, where it says 'out of bounds to the party'."

They hauled her through the master bedroom  and into the bathroom
beyond.

"Quick we haven't got much time if we both want to do her."

One of them worked on pushing her tights and panties as far down her
legs as they would go while the other pulled open her shirt and pushed
up her bra.

Silently the men worked in harmony, one pulling her legs open and
pushing them towards her head handing them to the other who held her
rigidly in place. They were getting good at this, this wasn't the
first yuppie party they'd gatecrashed into and used their magic powder
against an innocent victim. And it certainly wouldn't be the last.

The guy pushed in with a groan then immediately started pounding away
inside her. The smack of his lean hips into hers and his labored
breathing were the only sounds in the room. Then he arched his back
and threw his hips forward.

Once he was finished he changed places with his mate who plunged into
her pussy with one brutal lunge. He then pounded away at her until he
added his sperm to the huge load she was already carrying.

"Shall we tidy her up and dress her?"

"Nah!" Said the second, "Let her know she's been fucked and then watch
her try to find out who did it, or even how many there were of them."
He laughed and slapped his mate on the back as they went back through
the bedroom, through the party and out into the night.

******************* (c) 2002 Spoonbender@hotmail.com
*******************

Jennifer wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.
This party was ending up being hard work at first then complete bedlam
as they lost control. At first it was soft drugs, then gatecrashers
who brought weirder drugs.

She just wanted to get away for a few moments. She was glad that
they'd decided to cordon off their bedroom and its en-suite bathroom.
She could go and splash some water on her face and repair her make up.

She stepped into the bathroom and at first the sight didn't register.
Then it all seemed to leap into clear focus. There was a young woman,
who she barely knew, lying on her bathroom floor with her bra pushed
up, her panties and tights in a muddle around her ankles and a thin
stream of white oozing out of her vagina.

It didn't need a rocket science PHD to work out what has happened
here.

She knelt by the girl and gently shook her shoulder, the girl murmured
but didn't stir. Jennifer sat back on her haunches trying to work out
what to do. It was pretty obvious that the girl had been drugged and
raped and by rights she should report it, but on the other hand the
scandal, especially when the Police found out about the drugs at the
party could put a pretty severe dent in her and Vince's career
prospects. She couldn't make a decision on what to do before she'd
actually consulted with him. After all it was his career on the line
here too.

She shut the bathroom door and threaded her way through the party,
cursing the stupid girl under her breath. Vince was holding court out
on the balcony and he raised his glass when Jennifer beckoned to him.

"Can I speak to you for a moment," she said cocking her head back
towards the room.

"Can't it wait?"

"No now. Excuse us please," she said to the guests who he had been
talking to as she grabbed his arm and propelled him back into the main
room.

He grinned over his shoulder and said, "must be trouble with the
canap s."

Once in the bedroom his grin was dropped, "do you know who that was I
was talking to?" He snapped.

"It doesn't matter, we've got a problem," with that she flung open the
bathroom door to reveal the still half naked woman.

"Oh my God, is she dead?"

"No, but she might wake up wishing she were."

"Why? What do you mean?"

She sighed, she loved him to pieces but sometimes he was so dumb.
"Look at her can you see anything unusual about her? How's she's
dressed maybe?"

He frowned for a few seconds then it dawned on him, "Oh my God she's
been raped."

"And not just once either. Vince what are we going to do?"

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the girl. As perverse as
it might be he found himself getting aroused at the thought of the
girl getting gang raped on his bathroom floor.

"Vince I asked you a question."

"Who is she?"

"I don't know, some girl from the office, does it matter? The question
is what are we going to do about it?"

"Go to the Police of course."

"Oh yes and what about when they find out we've had drugs at the
party? What then? I'm sure my boss would love to hear that I throw
drug filled parties where girls get raped. Never mind yours."

"So what are we going to do?"

"I don't know."

She came and sat next to him on the bed and stared at the girl while
they pondered their actions. She was the first to speak.

"Actually we don't actually know she 'was' raped."

"What do you mean?"

"Well its pretty obvious," she said warming to her theme, "that she's
as high as a kite on some sort of drug. Maybe she took it and then
consented and afterwards she passed out."

"It sounds likely," he said catching her drift, "I mean if she really
had been raped then the screams would have brought the house down."

"You know what I think happened, she brought a couple of guys back
here and then took drugs with them. She may of even paid for the drugs
by having sex with them. Yeah that's it. Dirty bitch, in our bedroom
too."

"So what do we do?"

"Well first of all we had better clear the guests out, then we'll
clean her up and put her to bed."

"Clean her? Why?"

"Because she might just wake up screaming blue murder if she didn't
remember what had happened and felt sticky and sore down there."

He nodded, she had a point there. He was just about to reply when
there was a tap on the door, "are you in there Jennifer? Can I come
in?"

It was Tina, Jennifer's dopey friend, probably having another
emotional hailstorm with her latest boyfrend. She was the last person
they needed to see what had happened.

"Wait I'm coming," shouted Jennifer then turned to Vince, "look I'll
go and see what she wants, while I'm gone clean her up just in case
she comes around soon."

When she'd gone he relocked the bedroom door and made his way into the
bathroom. The girl was stunning, there was no doubt about it and his
cock lurched in his pants as he imagined her squirming on the floor
there, getting shafted by numerous pricks. He shook his head to clear
the image; he must get down to work.

He opened the bathroom cabinet and removed his wife's douche. He
filled it with warm water and inserted it into the girl after pushing
a towel under her ass.

After a couple of douches the water ran clear and he judged she was
clean.

He removed the douche and studied her pussy, even after its ordeal it
still looked small and tight. And very beckoning.

Who will ever know the madness that came over him kneeling on that
bathroom floor over the unconscious form of a striking half naked
beauty. Against his better judgment, his inner will and two thousand
years of civilizing influences that were handed down in his genes he
knew he must take her.

He grabbed her legs and pushed the high over her head, exposing her
pussy which still glistened with the douche. He then unlimbered his
tool and plunged inside.

She was tight, warm and wet and he sank blissfully into her.

He savored her for a few seconds then he started pounding. He didn't
have much time. Within a minute or two he felt his penis grow strong
and fat and moments later he was unleashing himself into her in
torrents.

Finally he was done and he quickly dismounted and tucked away his
flaccid tool. Now he used a damp facecloth to wipe the outside of her
pussy, there wasn't time for another douche. Indeed he had just
finished drying her when he heard Jennifer tapping on the door.

He let her slide in and she held up an icepack.

"What's that for?" He asked.

"To take the swelling down so she won't know she's had sex."

She pushed the icepack between the girl's legs then started to strip
her, "here give me a hand," she told Vince.

"What about the other guests?"

"They're gone."

"And Tina?"

"Her as well, I told her I had a screaming headache and I'd talk to
her in the morning.

After they stripped the girl down to her bra Jennifer dried the girl's
pussy and then pulled up her panties after noting that her pussy had
lost its puffiness.

They then tucked her up under the covers in their bed.

(******************** (c) 2002 Spoonbender@hotmail.com
********************)

The girl came to as someone flung open the drapes letting the sunshine
pour into the room. Holding her hand across her eyes to shade them she
groaned when she saw Jennifer, "where am I?"

"In my bed," replied Jennifer coldly.

"In your bed? How?"

"I didn't suppose you'd remember as you were so far out of it last
night. If there's one thing I can't stand its someone who doesn't know
when they've had enough."

The girl's head fell back on the pillow and she laid the back of her
hand over her eyes, "oh God, was I that bad?"

"Worse. I thought you were going to die on us. In the end we managed
to walk you around until it went out of your system, then we put you
to bed."

"Thanks," murmured the girl wearily, "oh damn, what time is it?"

"8:00 am why?"

"I'm going to be late for work and the boss has told me that if I'm
late once more he'd fire me." She threw back the bedclothes and then
looked down at herself then up at Jennifer, who shrugged, "I undressed
you," she said.

Frantically the girl rushed around getting dressed and in a few
minutes she was gone.

There never were any repercussions, so they guessed she never knew.
And when she mysteriously quit her job a few months later they put it
out of their minds.

(******************** (c) 2002 Spoonbender@hotmail.com
********************)

This story was based very much on a true story. A girl really did get
raped at a party and the couple, at whose house it was being held, did
cover it up. Which raises an interesting moral question, if you were
them what would you have done? Email me at spoonbender@hotmail.com if
you want to chew me out or you want some more stories like this.
Ladies especially welcome. BTW I want to write an online story with a
lady (using Yahoo, Messenger or IRQ) as I'd like an ongoing female
reaction to how the story unfolds. Anyone out there interested, it'll
be fun.

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