I was having a pretty slow week at work. Didn't really get much done, but didn't really need to do much so the week just kept dragging on. Come Friday I was so bored that I decided to go out for drinks. I hadn't gone out for much of anything since my ex girlfriend and I had broken up. Well, broken up is putting it lightly. She had caught me kissing some random girl at a bar and had dumped me pretty brutally. I definitely enjoyed being with her, but I'd be kidding myself if I said anything other than the sex was keeping me with her. My god the sex was great. She was 5'4" with big and perky breasts and always dressed to impress.
We had sex at least 3 or 4 times a week and it was always amazing. No complaints other than that she's never let me do anal, no matter how many times I asked her or how many favors she owed me. That was until one time we had just gotten home from a party, and were pretty drunk. I thought she wanted to so we did. I learned the next day, though, that she hadn't really wanted to.
Anyways, the sex was great.
So I got to the bar, got a beer and started watching football on the tv. Throughout the game I just kept pounding beers, one after another. I wasn't there with anyone, so no one was gonna stop me from getting too hammered. By the time the game ended, I was could hardly stand, and the game ended as a tie, so I was more than ready to leave.
On my way out I started to feel really funny. I knew I was drunk, but this just felt different than normal. I brushed it off, just thinking I was drunk and paranoid, and started walking down the road looking for a taxi. All the way there, feeling fainter and fainter. All of a sudden the next thing I knew, I was sitting down. Eyes closed. "I must have made it into a taxi," I thought.
"Hey there." said a familiar voice. My exes voice.
"What the hell? Not a taxi?" I mumbled as I couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Well, turns out you pissed me off more than you thought you did. I am gonna love getting back at you. I've been waiting for..."
And then I passed out.
Next thing I knew I was inside again. Laying down. It must have been a little while because it get as if I had just slept some and I didn't feel drugged any more. "Drugs! That's what it was!" I thought. "Why would my ex drug me and take me...was that a dream?"
Then my thoughts were answered as I realized I was hogtied down. Just then my ex walked in.
"Hey there. Remember that time you cheated on me? she asked casually.
"Yeah...I do...But what the hell is going on!? Why would you drug me!?"
"Do you remember the time you raped me after that party?"
