Chapter 14 Ryan's Turn
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Ashley's Campaign has progressed from a story about the sexual awakening of a beautiful, smart and privileged young woman to something considerably darker. Ashley's innocent idea to campaign for Homecoming Queen has awakened her old enemies at school. Her desire for revenge for their persistent attacks has led her into a dark underworld of drugs and sex. This fantasy now has heavy elements of nonconsent/reluctance, oral, anal, incest, group sex, interracial sex, drugs and light BDSM.
However, this chapter is a romantic interlude. It is the calm found in the eye of the hurricane. I have posted it in the nonconsent/reluctance category because much of the sex involves a moral reluctance overcome by a libido enhancing drug.
I would like to credit DocCIS for introducing Literotica to the concept of a libido enhancing drug in his excellent series, "Lap Dancing Girlfriend." If you like pole dancing, I highly recommend that series.
My thanks to DWS1973 for editing this chapter.
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Ashley was exhausted and sore as she drove away from The Pink Pussycat and headed home. Muscles she had not even known to exist ached from stretching and overuse. Ashley remembered the intense pleasure Kyle had given her when he took her virginity. The brawny bastard certainly knew how to use his thick cock to drive her into one orgasm after another. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that thinking about Kyle's beautiful bronzed body didn't cause her to become aroused. Her body had been in such an intense state of sexual excitement for so long that the absence felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Ashley hoped that the shot of prolactin Kyle had given her would prevent the uncontrollable urges from returning. She shuddered with horror as she recalled having sex with a roomful of men over and over until she passed out.
Now, she felt a sense of serenity. Even the light mist and gray skies that are typical Fall weather in upstate New York failed to dampen her spirits. Kyle had kept his word and furnished the packets of heroin she needed for her plot of revenge. She cringed as she recalled Kyle giving her instructions on how to shoot up on her own. He had even given her a clean needle and a length of surgical tubing. He would have never given her the drugs if he had known that she intended to plant the packets on her enemies and turn them into the police. Instead, she had dutifully followed his directions and not only prepared the dose but had actually shot the heroin into a vein in her arm. She was glad she was sitting on the couch when she shot up. The rush was much faster and more intense than when Kyle had shot Senesse mixed with hard drugs into her buttocks. Her body suddenly felt heavy, and she sank back on the couch. She closed her eyes and rode the high as a warm feeling spread throughout her body. Sticking a needle into her arm had somehow felt intensely sexual.
Several minutes later she had opened her eyes. While she was out, Kyle had released the surgical tubing around her bicep and removed the needle from her arm. He was sitting next to her on the couch with his arm around her shoulders. His hand was stroking her cheek. When she looked at him with half-closed eyes, he leaned over and kissed her. She had melted in his arms as his tongue pushed into her mouth. Ashley was surprised that Kyle was content with just kissing and cuddling. Ashley had never seen Kyle so mellow.
Kyle broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "It's probably better that you go home now. Give me a call anytime if you need another shot of prolactin."
Ashley said, "I thought it only took one dose of prolactin to counter the Senesse."
Kyle knew Ashley would need more prolactin but had lied earlier, "Ashley, I'm sorry. Senesse is a new drug and still in testing. No one knows for sure. So, just call me if you need anything. Hopefully, the one shot will do the trick."
Ashley returned home just before 1 PM on Saturday. The house was quiet. Emily and her brother were still in bed. Her Dad would not return from New York City for a couple of days. Ashley made a pot of coffee. While it was brewing, she microwaved some instant oatmeal. She cut up some fruit and ate it with the oatmeal. Ashley did not have a big appetite and ate slowly. The warm cereal eased the queasy feeling in her stomach. She had just poured a cup of coffee when Emily drifted into the kitchen. Emily headed straight for the coffee pot.
Ashley muttered, "Good morning."
Emily's eyes were drooping as she said, "I'm sorry. I hope we didn't keep you up last night. I tried to be quiet when I got back from my pole dancing gig, but Josh woke up when I climbed into bed. I guess he had enough sleep after the football game and was feeling excited about their big win. I know I was jazzed from our soccer win, and pole dancing always gets me aroused. So we kinda celebrated."
Ashley said, "I guess I slept through it. Tell me about the football game."
Before Emily got started, Josh crept into the kitchen and headed for the coffee.
Ashley said, "Josh, tell me about the big game."
Josh looked at his sister with drowsy eyes and plopped down at the kitchen table. "We won."
Ashley laughed and punched her brother in the arm. "Details!"
Josh winced at his sister's blow. It was the day after a hard fought game and every muscle in Josh's body was sore. On top of that, Emily hadn't given him much chance to rest.
Josh said, "We were down by twelve points going into the fourth quarter. Ryan hit me for a long touchdown pass. Middlefield took the kickoff and marched to our twelve-yard line before fumbling with six minutes left. Middlefield was expecting nothing but passes but we caught them off guard with a handoff to our fullback. Jordan made a long run to their forty yard line. We completed a couple of first downs running and passing. Ryan and Jordan got us a first down at the Middlefield eighteen yard line with just over a minute and a half left. We failed to move the ball. It was fourth down, and we were on the fifteen with maybe 20 seconds. Daniel and I ran a crossing pattern in the end zone. Ryan threw it to me, but it was tipped. It bounced off of my hands into Daniel's grasp. Unless we lose the Homecoming Game, we are going to sectionals."
Ashley said, "Awesome!"
Emily said, "I think Ashley and I should cook dinner for you and Ryan tonight. With your Dad in the city, we can celebrate in style."
Josh said, "You know my cooking, so I accept your offer."
Ashley called Ryan. His parents had plans to drive to New York City for a musical and gave their approval as long as Ryan got his homework done on Sunday. They had been at the football game and knew Ryan deserved to celebrate.
Ashley went to her room to study but soon fell asleep with an open book for a pillow. It was getting dark when Emily shook her to help with dinner. Ashley awoke confused. She had been dreaming about having sex with Zach. Even now, she winced as she recalled how his long thin cock had repeatedly beaten against her cervix when she had willingly fucked him in The Pink Pussycat party room. She chalked up her wet panties to the stupid dream. Ashley changed her underwear before putting on a blouse and a pair of form-fitting khaki pants.
The girls had decided on an easy meal of spaghetti and meatballs. Emily and Josh had gone out to get the ingredients. Emily put Ashley to work making salad and garlic bread. Soon the kitchen was filled with the smell of garlic and tomato sauce. Ashley's face lit up in a big smile when Ryan rang the doorbell. She opened the door and jumped into Ryan's arms. Ashley pressed her lithe body against Ryan's muscular frame as she kissed him deeply. Ryan wrapped his arms around the eager girl and leaned against the door frame as he returned her kiss.
When Ryan finally broke free, he laughed and said, "Nice, you'd think we won the state title."
Ashley said, "I promise you'll get more than a kiss for winning the league. I've only started rewarding my victorious quarterback."
Emily said, "Take a break, guys. I'm already boiling the pasta. Ashley, are you done with the salad? Josh, please grab a couple of bottles of Chianti from the basement."
Luckily Emily cooked up two pounds of pasta because all of the football players were hungry. We have to count the girls as football players since soccer is called football everywhere in the world but the United States. The two bottles of Chianti disappeared fast, and Ashley sent Josh back to the cellar for more.