At the party after the reunion, Kim had a second glass of wine for the night and she was feeling the effects almost immediately. There wasn't much to eat at the party that would settle her stomach, pretzels mostly and many trays with either cheese cubes or meat. The music was too loud, and the disco balls were making her dizzy.
Feeling queasy and light headed, Kim sought out Brenda. "Hey Brenda. I'm not feeling so hot. I think I'd better go back to my hotel."
"Oh dear. Kim, you don't look like you should be driving anywhere. Why don't you go upstairs and rest in the guest bedroom for a bit until you feel better. You know where it is. I'll be up in a little bit to check up on you, okay?"
Kim thought over the offer for a moment. If she drove back to her hotel room alone, she would really be alone with nothing but her depression and a looming divorce to keep her company. Perhaps it would be better to be in a mansion full of class mates even if she was going to hide away long enough to sleep off the wine. "Okay Brenda, you talked me into it. Thanks."
Brenda gave Kim a hug and a pat on the back to reassure her she was not abandoned but with friends and watched Kim as she slowly climbed the stairs. Brenda was soon distracted by the needs of the party, and went back to circulating and glad handing the rest of the cheer leaders squad and their husbands or boyfriends whichever they were.
Across the room, Frank Rafferty watched Kim head upstairs. The woman was looking rather tipsy to his mind, and if he got lucky, she would have been directed to the guest bedroom. He had been there before, a couple of times. Brenda and Jay, consummate hosts, always had one or two guest bedrooms ready for one or more friend that were in no shape to leave.
He excused himself from the couple of classmates that he was currently conversing with, and once Kim was out of sight, headed over to the stairway. A couple of his fellow football team mates had brought some prime weed and nose candy for the evening's entertainment. He had told them to wait for him up in the first guest bedroom. They should already be there, so he snagged a bottle of vodka from the open bar and headed upstairs.
If his luck held out, he would have an optimum chance to finish his conquest of Kimberly. She owed him a fuck for all the time he had spent trying to get into her snatch back in High School after all. He'd taken her to the prom with the unspoken expectation that sex would follow. But it hadn't.
Kim was moving a bit slower than Frank. She had just opened the guest bedroom door as Frank made it far enough up the stairs to see that she was just entering. It was also the bedroom Frank had mentioned to his teammates. He had told them to party in that particular room, counting on an unsuspecting female to enter.
Up the stairs he stalked softly, up the rest of the way, cock straining against his pants. He leered as she paused just inside the doorway. It was dark in the guest bedroom, she should be having trouble seeing what and who was waiting for her.
Frank tread softly as he closed in behind Kim. She had just gotten into the room when she stopped. Maybe she had spotted the other high school football players as they were smoking weed in the darkened room. Kim likely inhaled a lungful of the haze before she stopped and coughed.
"Pardon me, I thought this room was unoccupied." Frank heard Kim say.
"Hey sexy. Wanna hit?" called one of the three ex-football players.
"No, no, I was just looking for a place to take a nap. Sorry, I'll find another room," explained Kim. As she turned to leave, Frank stood in the doorway.
Prom night, the one night prior to this that Frank Rafferty tried to get her drunk. And now she'd had too much to drink again and Frank Rafferty showed back up in her life to finish what he had started.
"Out of my way Frank," Kim demanded.
"Oh sweetie," Frank drawled at her leeringly, "afraid you'll have too good a time with us?" Frank closed the bedroom door behind him.
Kim tried to edge past Frank, but he quickly interposed himself between her and the door. He blocked her next attempt to leave as well.
"Stop it Frank."
"Stop what Kim? Stop you from having the time of your life? Stop you from having a revenge fuck on your husband for divorcing you? Yes Kim, I heard about that when you complained to Brenda. You do want to make him regret divorcing you, now don't you?"
"What? No, let me go Frank."
"I'll let you go alright. Straight to nirvana doll. As soon as you've had some dick in you, okay, maybe four dicks in you. My buddies all deserve some sweet pussy too, ya know. Imagine that... revenge fucking us four guys to get back at your husband for divorcing you!"
Kim backed away from Frank and implored, "You don't want to do this Frank."
"Yeah, I do want to do this Kim. You owe me. I put in the time to get into your pants... and now, well, I'm going to get into your pants," he stated as he stepped ever closer.
"No. Frank. Please, let me go."
"It's not like you aren't going to enjoy this Kim. It'll be all the fun your husband doesn't give you now."
"No! This will be rape. You can't do this. I don't want this Frank! Help!" Kim tried to dodge Frank and run past him, but his long arm swept her up off her feet as he tossed her toward the bed. He turned back to lock the door while his teammates, Jeff, and Doug took control of her arms and legs.
Lewis clamped a hand across her mouth, and said, "Here Kim, try some nose candy, it'll help you relax." Kim tried to see his face in the dark, but it was all shadows and menace.
Kim tried not breathing in the white powder he pinched and sprinkled all over her nostrils, but the longer his hand clamped down on her mouth and jaw, the more desperate for breath she became. As she struggled against her captivity her body succumbed to the forces applied and Kim dragged in a ragged breathe through her nostrils and inhaled the drug she so desperately wanted to avoid.
Dizzied already from the wine she drank earlier, which was wearing off with her actively fighting her captors, its blossom renewed in her brain as the cocaine worked its way into her system. Dizziness redoubled and her heartbeat pounded a renewed beat. The low light in the room became preternaturally brighter as her pupils dilated. The contrast didn't help her at all.
She whimpered her negations into the palm clasped across her lips as she begged her nipples desperately to not harden any more. It was a useless plea as her body responded against her wishes to Frank's rather gentle manipulation of the buttons on her blouse as he slowly undid them and she inadvertently assisted his efforts by moving this way and that to avoid being disrobed.
Kim screamed into the hand on her face, kicked against the massive hands wrapped around her ankles and futilely battered at the hands likewise commanding her wrists. Tears sprang to her eyes as she urgently wished this nightmare to recede. As the blouse parted and revealed the flimsy bra covering her breasts, the hardened nipples tented the fabric that barely concealed them. Try as she might, Kim was unable to back away into the mattress as Frank took them into his mouth.
His teeth raked against them and elicited ragged pulses of lightning that shot through her core. Kim prayed to whomever would listen to deliver her from this unwanted attention that threatened to overwhelm her. Her nipples betrayed her and begged for attention as if they had a mind of their own and they had yet to be exposed to the elements, the cool air of the room so different from the fire of shame that burned in her breasts.
The ease with which Frank slid her panties down past her hips and across her thighs brought squeals of surprise and consternation to her throat. The unyielding hand on her jaw muffled her urgent pleadings to cease the unbidden defilement and made them sound more like mewling moans of disguised pleasure. Kim not only begged for release from her tormentors, but from the torment of her body. It was slowly arousing from the drug induced sex drive from the cocaine she was forced to inhale.
With her underwear at her knees, Frank discovered the moistness within her labia that her rape was preparing for her impending penetration. As Frank worked his fingers into her folds he gloated, "See, I told you that you would enjoy some dick Kim. Your pussy is slick and begging to be fucked. Watch this guys, this is how you make a whore cum."
He proceeded to thrust three fingers into her vagina at a rapid pace angling his digits to form a groove that slid along both sides of her g-spot to which he applied an ever increasing pressure. Kim's body grew rigid as her undesired and enforced climax was sawed from her by Frank's rough finger fucking and Lewis' rough pinching and groping of her nipples and tits.
Lewis yelled, "Ow!" as his hand flew away from Kim's mouth. Her orgasm interfered with her breathing and prevented a full-throated scream, but her bite had been vicious on Lewis' middle finger. Of course with the loud music rumbling from the floor below, it was doubtful anybody would have heard her screaming.
