Bebe woke up with the funniest feeling in her stomach. Usually when she woke up she was hungry for breakfast, but today she felt surprisingly full.
As she got out of the warm bed and stretched her pert agile body she began wondering what exactly happened the night before. Here it was, a weekend, and was she really having the fun she told herself she would all week? Her and her friend Alicia had gone out; that much she remembered. They'd dressed to kill, really dolling it up to tease the guys. And they loved teasing guys. It was what they did best. Bebe had worn a canary yellow camisole top and a short, baby blue denim skirt. She knew with her pink lipstick, violet eyeshadow and long straight golden blond hair, she would drive any man crazy. Ali was a dark brunette, so she understood the effect her little black dress and dark lipstick would have on the male of her species. They both loved to laugh after their parties, about all the frustrated guys who would be going home that night to jack off with the teasing babes in their minds.
Bebe now noticed a strange taste and texture in her mouth. usually if she's been drinking the night before she'd have cotton-mouth, but this was different. There was a salty after-taste, and a pasty feeling in her mouth and throat, and her throat was a little sore. What had happened last night?
They had gone to Jon-Paul's party. He was a French guy they'd met on campus a month ago. He seemed alright, was kinda cute and had some hot frat boy friends the two girls were interested in.
After getting dressed she called Ali, who said she was also feeling a bit 'headachy', and the two agreed to meet at The Nook, a little lunch cafe not far from where each lived.
One of JonPaul's friends, Bill, passed the girls on the way and grinned raunchily. Bebe felt uneasy at this perv gawking at her. What gave him the right? Her obvious disdain didn't faze him.
"What the fuck are you grinning about?" She tried to sound tough, but it didn't cover a slight anxiety.
"Hey, honeys, just appreciating that two hot babes like yourselves enjoy the kind of party where everybody leaves happy. Like last night." He actually guffawed, like some sort of retarded yokel. The girls looked at each other feigning disgust, but actually confused.
Finally Ali shrugged her shoulders. "He's nuts," she said, and her friend agreed.
"Later, masturbator." Bebe gave a limp wave to Bill, who continued to grin like a cat with a canary even as they walked away. In the cafe, another bud of JonPaul's, Simon, was just putting honey in his cappuccino when he saw the girls and was reminded of something sweeter, something that had occurred the night before.
"You know what your new names are?" Simon asked them before even saying hello.
"What are you talking about, Simple Semen Simon?" Ali quickly quipt and both girls exploded in laughter. She always was the one with a machine-gun wit.
Simon was unfazed. "Hey, I like the nickname Semen. At least its honesty in advertising."
The girls snickered. But there was something about his manner that made them uneasy. Usually guys were awkward and stuttering in the pretty young girls presence. Something was off kilter this morning.
"Your name," he pointed confidently at Bebe, almost jabbing her in her right boob, "is Baby Swallows." Then he nearly fell backing up as he cracked up laughing, as both females glared at him. They were not amused.
Bebe stuttered to get in a retort. "Like, you wish," was the best she could come up with.
Her friend was quicker, "For someone whose nickname is gonna be Dickless, you are one fucking arrogant asshole," Ali shot.
"And yours," Simon went on either ignoring her or not really caring enough to listen to her, "Is Alley Pussycat." Again he burst up cackling at his own humor. "You know, like you wait in alleys like a stray cat. Only this stray pussy likes to kneel and give head." He felt the need to explain. These well-fed and spoiled white bitches seemed a bit dimwitted to him. He lacked any kind of respect for them, especially since both had blown both him and about 20 of his buds. What a party. What a couple of sluts.
What the girls didn't know was last night JonPaul had drugged them, had given them drinks earlier in the evening that had a chemical with very unusual properties. It had been developed by his uncle in France, who was in the process of submitting a government report about the new compound. So it wasn't available to the public - and may never be due to its dangerous, mind controlling properties.
Fifteen minutes after sipping their drinks, the two clueless girls began to feel incredibly tired.
They were told by Bill, who was in on it like a few of the other guys, to follow him to the bedroom. They did unquestioningly, both feeling helpless to do anything but follow suggestions and commands that were directed at them. There, they met several boys who were new to them.
Jon Paul did the commands that hold them in thrall. "You will sleep through all the cocksucking you do tonight. You will be in a state of 'sleepwalking', but instead of walking, you'll be sucking."
Moments later both hot honeys were in a perfectly strange dreamland. In their minds they found great pride in their cocksucking abilities. They imagined insults regarding these abilities to be compliments and would say 'thank you' if they were called sluts, whore, skanks, dumb cunts, cum dumpsters, cocksucking trash and so on... The guys had moved in for the action, laughing, pawing and jeering at them.
