Warning: Threesome (MFM), Non-con, Drugged, D/S dynamics, Degradation, Anal
***
"My place is just up the street. C'mon." Bowen tightened his arm around her waist when her knee buckled so she wouldn't fall to the ground.
Charlotte pushed his arm away and doubled over. "I'm...so......tired..." she slurred.
"I know. I'll get you home," he murmured and pulled her upright.
She staggered back a step and looked up at his face, working hard to recognize him. Her eyes ran over his short blond hair and then gazed into his blue eyes. Suddenly she dropped down to a crouch. "I can't...walk. Where's my Uber...?"
He yanked her up with a strong arm and flung her behind his back like a weightless sack. Next, she was dead weight on his back as he secured her arms in front of his neck and hooked his arms around each of her leg, then he began walking up the quiet, dimly-lit street. "It's okay. We'll be there soon. Sleep."
***
Bowen placed her on his queen-sized bed. Her petite body lay motionless, so he grabbed her face to look at him. Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked at him, unfocused.
"Who are you?" She gazed at him drowsily.
So she was conscious. That's good enough for him. He kissed her pink lips and forced her mouth open with a tight grip on her face. She let out a surprised gasp, buried by the kiss. His tongue pushed inside her mouth and her weak hands instinctively pushed against his strong chest. Then he let go of her face and instead grabbed a full handful of breast through her flimsy black tank top.
Charlotte burst into tears and rolled her body away from him. He laughed at her clumsy attempt to push herself up. She managed an unsteady stand on the floor before he dragged her back easily, and she was flat on her back again.
She threw a hand up to press her temple with a grimace. She felt dizzy, her body heavy. "S-something is wrong. You did something..."
"
I
didn't," he corrected. "But yes, your drink was spiked."
He positioned her limp body like a doll so her back pressed onto his chest. Then he ripped off her flimsy tank top and grabbed hold of her round tits, one in each hand. "No..." She clawed at his strong arms uselessly and tears started falling.
He groaned at the feeling of her soft tits filling his large hands. He had been watching these toys bounce around on the dance floor. She was fun-sized, which was typical for East Asian women; but her ample rack looked spectacular on her small frame. And she knew. She knew what it did to men when she smiled up at them all shyly, yet paraded those tits around braless in a thin tank top.
Now, he tugged at each hard nipple, and she yelped loudly, her body trembling, her little ass rubbing on his erection. The drug made her weak and dizzy, but also incredibly sensitive. He twisted and tugged her nipples sadistically, and her hands that had wanted to push him away now grabbed at air on the bedsheet, her chest thrusting outward.
Charlotte's head was completely blank. Thoughts no longer existed, only sensations. Her tits...her hard nipples being toyed with, tugged, pinched by this stranger...sent electrifying pleasure throughout her entire body. She didn't realize when she started moaning like a willing participant, pushing her chest out further for him to play with; her pussy started getting warm, wet and needy.
"Be honest. You dressed like that and showed off your tits to everyone at the bar," he whispered in her ear lowly, his blond curls tickling her. "You knew what you were doing."
"N-no..."
"No?" He parted her slim legs and ran a finger down her slit through her panties. Her legs quivered in response. He ran the finger up and down, passing her little clit each time, and his other hand tugged her nipple again. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back on his shoulder; her legs shook as she lifted her pelvis to meet his teasing finger on her pussy. "Slut."
The torture continued until Bowen felt a pool of wetness on her panties, he then pushed her down onto the bed on her stomach. Subdued by the drug and growing arousal, Charlotte lay passively as he removed the rest of her clothes and secured each of her limb to a corner of the bed. Bowen then took off his own clothes, all the while eyeing his pretty prize. Spreadeagle, prone, drugged, compliant.
He rubbed the tip of his hard cock along the opening of her slit...Charlotte whimpered softly in anticipation, when without warning he moved the tip of his cock up - against her tight asshole. Her eyes flew open wide as she hastily protested, "No...not there..." She crawled forward in panic, but the cuffs on the ankles gave her no room to move.
He laughed at her struggles while squirting some lube on his hard cock. "Good girls get fucked in their pussy, Charlotte. Filthy sluts like you get fucked in the ass." He pinned her down by her upper back and pushed his cock in her ass. The tip of his cock went in; she screamed and thrashed, but his hand held her down, immovable.
"Keep moving and I'll push it all the way in," he growled.
This hole is fucking tight
. She sobbed but stopped moving. Then he moved again, further in, slowly.
"Please, please," she begged urgently. "Gentle, please..."
"Gentle?" He repeated, a smirk forming on his lips. This was good development. Not
stop
, not
no,
but
gentle
. He chuckled. "You want to enjoy it? Tell me you want to enjoy it."
