Bad Vibe

This is my first story and I am hoping for some constructive critism. The ending may sound final, but I think I can continue it, with a sexier story line.

MAIN CHARACTERS:

Maude Richardson: 48 years old, the librarian at the high school, 5'5" a little overweight but not excessively so, with generous hips and a shapely bottom with nicely proportionate breasts. She was starting to gray and dyed her hair jet black, she had bright blue eyes and an engaging smile, but usually at work in the library she was all business and had no use for those who weren't interested in getting an education.

Craig Thorvalsson: 5'11" and 175 pounds, wiry and fit, blond haired and green eyed he had broad shoulders and a long distance runner's physique. He was a track star in season and a wide receiver on the football team. Popular but self effacing he didn't have a lot of confidence with women, he was still a virgin. He lived with his mother, his father having divorced his mother when he was only nine. He still saw his father occasionally but not often as his father lived several states away. He was very attracted to older women in general and his mother in particular.

Amy Thorvalsson: Craig's mom. A successful real estate agent and partner in her own firm, at 5'6" she's a little taller than Maude with slightly smaller breasts and strawberry blond hair that she kept in a short bob. She didn't go out often, and spent most of her free time with Craig. She worried about her son and assumed that the lack of a father in the household was the reason for his awkwardness with girls, but didn't want to push him. She thought it would be better for him to be out with girls his own age, but at the same time she enjoyed that he spent so much time at home with her, and enjoyed the flirting that they did with each other.

THE PARTY

Lights, flashing, and noise, lots of noise, drums, yelling, was that music? Everything spinning and whirling. Clear liquid in his glass, drink. Burning, choking, ahhhhh. Not water, booze.

He had to get out, headed for the sliding glass patio doors.

"Hey man, where ya goin?"

"gotta get out, air, need to breathe"

"Nonono, go to the bedroom, here, this way dude."

Hand on his arm he was led through the swirling lights, through the noise, he thought the lights were the noise. What was wrong? Was he hearing though his eyes?

A room, a bunch of the guys from the team lounging in the hall, laughing, looking at him.

"Go for it man, she's waiting for you, get rid of that cherry, you're the only one on the team hasn't had her."

"Huh, whaaaa."

"He's wasted, totally wasted."

"Jenkins put something in his drink"

"what?"

"Who knows, Jenkins prolly don't know."

"Hell, even Cherry there knows better than take something from Jenkins"

"Landers said he prolly didn't see, said he saw Jenkins behind him and reach around while he was watching Kristal shaking her boobs on the dance floor."

"He's totally fucked."

"Ain't fucked, just need air."

"In here Craigy poooh."

"Whaaa?"

The small room was dim, someone in the double bed, something draped over the bedside lamp. Arms held up, legs splayed and bent. He staggered closer, a face at the top of the body on the bed, smiling, open mouth, words coming out, slurred, he could almost see them as dark blurry maroon lengths of ribbon coming from her mouth.

Closer still and he saw that it was just dark lipstick smeared around her lips, more on her face and forehead, smeared blotched, white goo splattered, some were once words, some just smeared from her lips. he could make out "fuck" and "me", on her chest above her breasts where, "cum whore" and on her belly, "team pump."

She had nice boobs, about a handful sized, sagging to the side, with big long nipples, there were bite marks and bruises on her breasts, and the nipples had what looked like shoelaces tied in bows on each one. Her chest was cum smeared and splattered, some dried and some fresher.

"cumon big boy, common stud, cumon, put it in me, need more, gotta have more cock, cumon stud man, get on me, maude needs it." The words were slurred and uttered in a monotone, the eyes watery with smeared cum and makeup around them, they sounded like they were learned. She started again, "cumon big boy, common stud, cumon, put it in me, need more, gotta have more cock, cumon stud man, get on me, maude needs it."

"That's it old lady, you learned the words, now give cherry a smile and a fuck."

She smiled, a grimace, a grotesque parody, the smears and words on her naked body making it surreal. He knew the voice, even in his state he knew the voice, knew he had heard it before. He looked again. The hair was matted and disordered, but it was jet black, so black that he knew it came from a bottle. Her pubes, he could see now had some grey mixed in, a salt and pepper look, her belly was full, not fat, just a little plump, but sagged from her position.

"Please, please"

"Look at that cherry, she's begging for you"

"How many so far?"

"How many had her? Just 10 so far, starting offense gets her first, then starting defense, then the benchwarmers get her. They were going to let the defense start but I spotted you on the couch, had to get my fav receiver in before those guys."

The woman was whimpering now, small whispers of "please" softly coming out.

He was suddenly sober. He shook his head, and only a small spasm of dizziness resulted. He recognized her. He was shocked, whatever was in his system was getting overridden by adrenalin, he started to feel like he did in a game. Tense, but loose, his mind going over all the possibilities in a second, he was suddenly aware, knew where everything in the room was, the position of every object and person, without looking he could see it in his mind. He also knew that he had to do something, anything, to get this poor lady out of here.

He was erect, horny, aroused like never before. He had never seen a naked woman except in pictures or on a computer screen. He never expected it to be like this. Part of him wanted to rip off his clothes and fuck her. But he couldn't. and he felt sick and ashamed that anyone would do this to any woman.

"Thanks dude. Didn't want to go to the University still a virgin. Not what I expected though." The words almost caught in his throat, but he knew that he had to play along.

"S'allright dude. My pleasure."

He hated the slimeball. The rich shit, every stupid mean and ugly thing he did, his lawyer father got him out of, he wasn't even the best quarterback on the team, but he started every game. He was good, but there were better who warmed benches and only went in occasionally.

"Look man, I need privacy, don't want some drunk second stringer deciding he wants my ass, ya know?"

"dude"

"Leave me alone with her and I'll make her sing."

"She's all yours, I'll watch the door. Don't let her get too loud, don't want the neighbors looking around. Take some pics of her, we've been doing it all night, make her smile as she sucks you off dude."

Slimeball left the camera on the bedside table, went out the door and shut it.

He went to the door and carefully turned the locking mechanism. Then went to the bed.

"Mrs. Richardson" he whispered in her ear. "What happened, do you want leave."

"please please, please." Then the monotone wrote: "cumon big boy, common stud, cumon, put it in me, need more, gotta have more cock, cumon stud man, get on me, maude needs it."

"Mrs Richardson, can you stand? What did they do?"

"please, please, can you help, it isn't a trick?"

"No, be quiet, where are you clothes?"

She sobbed, then: "In my office, they stripped me in my office, forced me to drink something, said they would kill me if I didn't do as they said, they brought me here naked."

"Can you move? Can you get up."

"I'm better, it's wearing off, I was afraid they would give me more drugs, so I tried to act like I was still drugged."

"Come on, we'll go out the window."

Afterwards he thought that they must have looked like idiots, trying to get out of the window, she was naked and still woozy from whatever date rape drug that she had been given, he still reeling from the un-accustomed alcohol he had consumed and whatever it was that someone spiked his drink with.

Once in the side yard, around the corner from the pool and the partying going on there, he tried a gate in the privacy fence that looked like it would lead to the next door house. He had only been to the Wilkinson home a few times when he brought Sherry home from school, but nothing ever developed and after a few dates he hardly ever saw her. Hid did know that the Morgans lived next door, Mrs. Morgan was a friend of his Mother, so she might be able to help. And he thought that the Hathaways lived somewhere on the block as well, his mother knew them as well, but he had only met Mrs Hathaway once.

Once in the next yard, also surrounded by a privacy fence he looked at the Morgan house, no lights on, they were between the house and the garage, he looked into a garage window and could barely make out one car, but it looked like one was missing. Perhaps they were out for the evening. He knew he had to get Mrs. Richardson further away, anyone looking over the fence would see them in the bright moonlight.

He led Mrs Richardson around the garage and across the patio to the far side of the house. On the way he peered into the glass patio doors as well as the kitchen window. Both were curtained off , and no lights showed in the house. Every few steps she took he could hear wet noises coming from her pussy, realizing it was what the boys called "pussy farts", the semen in her pussy was letting air out as she moved. He was fascinated by it, but the further they went, the less it happened.

There was no tall privacy fence on the far side of the house, just a low picket fence in front of a chest high hedge. The tension, alcohol and activity had an effect on his system, and without warning he suddenly started throwing up, he had no idea that he had that much in him. It seemed like it would never stop. When he had spewed all that there was he started to dry heave. When he finally finished he noticed Mrs. Richardson next to him, on her hands and knees also throwing up.

He couldn't help himself, in spite of it all he started to get an erection again, her bottom was bigger than what the young girls at school would want, but he thought it was sexy, from his position he could see her tits move an sway as she heaved.

Get a grip he told himself, you can't get turned on by this it is so wrong.

She wiped her mouth and looked around, then crawled to a faucet at the side of the house and turned it on and took a drink from it, rinsed her mouth and spat. She started splashing it around her face and rubbing the marks on her chest trying to wipe them off. She took another mouthful of water and spat again, then finally drank a mouthful. Her pussy let out one last splatting sound. She covered her face with her hands and her shoulders shook.

He came over to her and crouching beside her, "We have to get further away, I parked my car further down the block, if we can get past another house we can get to it, but it's on the other side of the street."

There were cars parked all up and down the block, the after-graduation party was a big one, and in full swing, all the "in" people from the school were there, his old compact looked out of place among all the expensive European and Japanese sport and luxury cars.

He noticed her shivering and took off his shirt to give her. Once it was buttoned up the tails covered most of her bottom and pubes. He thought to himself that it was a shame to cover her up, she was so sexy even in the sad condition she was in.

She turned to look at him oddly for a second then said "Thank you".

Shit, he mentally kicked himself, I must have been thinking out loud.

Over the next few minutes they furtively managed to move through several more back yards until he could see that they were opposite his car. Carefully looking out onto the sidewalk, he got behind a tree and peered down the street, there was some kind of commotion going on and he distinctly heard slimeball yelling at someone and heard the phrase "Where is she!" several times.

Taking a chance he motioned for her to join him at the tree, then taking her hand they dashed across the street and crouched in front of his car, he took his keys and opened the drivers' side door and got in, for once grateful that the dome light inside didn't work. He leaned across the car and unlocked the passenger door and she slid in next to him. Starting the car up he slowly pulled out into the street, not turning on his headlights until they were several blocks away.

"Can I take you home?"

"No, no, they might know where I live. Oh god, they have pictures of me, that camera even takes video, they took pictures and made me smile, they hit me and used a stun gun on me and forced me to smile. They said that they would edit the video and pictures so that it would look like I was willing and even, maybe, seduced them!" I'm ruined." She began to sob.

"Was it just that camera in the room?"

"Yes, they used it from the beginning, they kept it in the room after they brought me there, every one of them took a picture of me smiling around their cock, and they all masturbated and squirted on me, before they took turns raping me."

"So it was just that one camera, then?"

"Yes I think so."

"No cell phone cameras?"

"I don't know, I don't think so. He was bragging about making a whole album and burning disks for everyone, and told them that once they had all the pictures I wouldn't be able to stop them doing anything to me whenever they wanted." Her voice was dull monotone. When she finished she looked straight ahead, more tears streaming down her face.

"Did you see them take it away at any time, do you think they downloaded anything to a laptop?"

"No, I think it was just the camera, and it was there all the time."

"I think you're OK." They were stopped at a traffic signal, he reached across and pulled a small memory card from the front pocket of the shirt he had given her. He could feel her breast under his fingers but she didn't move.

He held up the card, "I took it from the camera before we climbed out the window." He had a smug smile on his face.

"Oh, god, thankyouthankyouthankyou......she started mumbling again and then slumped down in the seat, finally passing out. As he pulled into traffic on a main artery heading across town he started hearing regular breathing that indicated deep sleep.

A half hour later he turned into the street where his Aunt and Uncle lived and was soon pushing the button on the remote garage door opener, Mrs. Richardson jerked awake as the car pulled into the garage and the door slid down behind them. She looked at him fearfully and pulled away from him like a wild animal.

"Where is this, where are we?"

"I didn't know anywhere to go, so I drove to My Aunt and Uncles' house, they're on a cruise in the Mediterranean and I have the keys, I'm supposed to keep an eye on the place and mow the lawn, they're paying me to do some painting in the Den and spare bedroom. I've got keys and the garage door opener. No-one at school knows about it – I was afraid they would be dropping in to party if anyone found out. You can stay here for a few days."

He helped her out of the car and into the house. The house had three bedrooms upstairs and an office/den downstairs. He showed her the spare room and then led her to the bathroom.

"You can clean up in here, I'll find a robe or something for you."

Maude Richardson sat on the toilet and sobbed for a few minutes before getting up, taking off the shirt and looking at herself in the mirror, noticing that there was a full length one on the back of the door. She tried to wipe of some of the words, and they smeared she realized that they used lipstick and not marker. "Thank goodness for small favors" she mumbled to herself.

She spent a long time under the water, scrubbing and washing and rinsing, at some point she remembered a knock on the door and heard Craig mumble something about a robe. When the water began to get cold she finally shut it off and stepped out to dry herself off. A plush terry robe was folded on the vanity and after drying herself and wrapping her hair in a towel she opened the door.

She wandered through into the kitchen and found Craig sitting there drinking an orange juice.

"I don't know how to thank you"

"Any decent person would have done it Mrs Richardson"

"You must have been the only decent person there then" Tears started to fill her eyes and suddenly he was holding her gently. She started, then relaxed and cried and cried as he eased her into a chair, keeping his arms around her, stroking her back like he would a frightened animal.

When she calmed down she kept her face nestled into his chest and started to talk.

"They made me say those things, they hit me, pinched me, then used an electric stun gun on me every time I got it wrong, it was terrible, I would jerk and flop around and pass out each time, and they kept doing it to me until I said those things."

"No one would think you were saying that voluntarily, the way you were saying it was made me realize that something was terribly wrong."

"I saw you, I thought you were a decent boy, and I saw you come in, then the look on your face, and they were saying that you were drugged too, then you wanted to be with me by yourself my heart sunk and I thought I would die, then you helped me get out of there. I am so grateful, I can't say how much."

"Look you're very tired Mrs Richardson, I think you should go to bed and get some sleep, we can sort things out in the morning when I come back here."

"No, you can't leave me alone!"

"I can't stay in the same place as you, it would look bad."

"NO!" She was nearly hysterical, she was terrified of being alone.

He saw that and thought he could talk his Mother into letting him stay.

"Ok, look, I'll have to call my mother and let her know, I think she half expects me to stay out tonight anyway. I'll have to explain about you though..."

"Oh god, they know where you live, what if they attack your mother?"

He suddenly realized that she was right, those guys were out of control and they might try something with her in revenge, they had to know by now that he had snuck her out of there.

"Craig, you have a cell phone, you call your mother and I'll talk to her, she can pack some clothes for both of you and stay here, but she should leave quickly. Then I need to talk to my sister."

Craig got his Mom on the phone and started to explain to her, but was quickly interrupted:

"Craig, are you all right, Mrs Hathaway called and said that they big graduation party on her street was raided by the police, she called them when she saw some naked people sneaking through her yard, I was afraid you were involved. She called me because after she called the police she thought that one of them looked like you. Are you in trouble, you must tell me."

He tried to calm his mother down, then Mrs Richardson took the phone away from him began to explain. In very terse terms and quickly and clinically she described what had been done to her, and how Craig had saved her. They both agreed that if the police were involved that Mrs Thorvalsson was safe, but that she would come anyway.

Mrs Richardson was holding herself together by nerves alone. Craig couldn't help but admire the way that her mind had continued to work in spite of the obvious fatigue, her hands shook and her entire body would give an involuntary shiver every few minutes. He also couldn't help but notice that her robe had gotten looser and he could see large portions of the inside of her breasts, he was still aroused by her, as he had been every time he saw her in the library, in spite of her frumpy clothes he always thought she was a good looking woman.