DATE RAPE by Michael Elk what happens when a simple rape goes terribly wrong 1. Although Jeff had carried the two small pills for nearly three weeks, wrapped in brown tissue in his wallet, he had no intention of ever using them. The lack of intent, though salve for his conscience, would have carried little weight in a court of law if ever he were discovered with them in his possession. Nevertheless, he liked the idea of having the pills, and he liked the idea of the power and eroticism, so foreign to his experiences, that they symbolized. They fascinated him, and he wasn’t adverse to fantasizing their use whenever an attractive female might capture his attention. Those fantasies were never of a violent or revolting nature, but totally congruous with Jeff’s generally good-natured and mild personality. In these fantasies, the victims, if not actually cooperating, would invariably surrender to his charms and even enjoy the procedure. Jeff had been given the pills by Sam, his roommate at MacDonald Hall, a residence at Laurier University in Waterloo. Sam had claimed to have made use of such pills three times, and always with excellent results. According to him, he had managed to have his way with three young ladies, barely known to him, and with no repercussions. Either the girls had not wished the notoriety of pursuing a rape charge, or they had been unable to remember enough details of the assaults to establish guilt. Sam gave credit to the latter, and enthusiastically promoted the pills to Jeff. "Try them! Try them", he would say. "You can have your way with any girl you want, and they can’t remember a thing. Just slip one into their drink and then offer them a ride home when they start to get woozy. You can’t miss." Jeff put up with Sam’s bragging and obnoxiousness, because guys like Sam thought it was macho to treat sex cavalierly and women disrespectfully, and although that wasn’t Jeff’s style, it was easier to avoid confrontation than to advocate his beliefs. Jeff had more class than to talk about sexual exploits, and he genuinely liked women. However he rationalized Sam’s depravity as being just a ‘guy’ thing, and he believed that sexual lewdness made no difference as long as it remained between guys? Jeff didn’t believe Sam’s sexual claims either. He assumed that vulgar people like Sam were usually more talk than show. Jeff had no intention of ever using the pills himself. Nevertheless, one evening he did! It was weird how it happened, a spur of the moment decision, brought on by a combination of Jeff’s youthful hormones, his unusually high alcohol consumption, and a chance meeting. Jeff and three of his friends were in the Crown and Anchor on a Friday evening after playing pickup basketball at the University, when 5 or 6 girls from a local baseball team entered the bar. Two of the girls knew one of Jeff’s friends, introductions were made, and chairs shifted so that the girls could join the table. Jeff suddenly discovered the most gorgeous female he had ever seen, and she was pulling up a chair and preparing to seat herself immediately to his left. Jeff’s perceptions were mildly clouded by alcohol, and the fact that she was just an average, beautiful girl like hundreds of others in Waterloo was temporarily beyond his comprehension. He saw only her bright red top (with ‘Tornados’ logo) contrasting perfectly with the white undershirt beneath; her golden ponytail pulled seductively through the rear strap of her cap; her broad shoulders and strong, athletic build; and a hint of long smooth thigh sandwiched enticingly between black shorts and white knee socks. And her name was Linda. What a splendid, sexy, feminine appellation. Could he be blamed for falling in love? At the moment, he was sure that it was love. Of course, what Jeff was experiencing, in his inexperience, was overpowering, alcohol induced, all Canadian male lust. He was young and had been this high only once or twice before, and he had little idea how alcohol consumption magnifies baser instincts. His emotions were suddenly so wonderfully strong. He desired this girl with an intensity that burned. The ache was powerful enough to be physically painful, puppy love at its worst. He tried engaging the girl in conversation five, six, or seven times. She would smile and respond to his overtures, but barely reciprocate, putting all the onus on him to initiate conversation and to come to her. Then her attention would wander in another direction, to another speaker, and he would feel shut out. Her apparent lack of interest would have stopped him cold much sooner had he been sober. After these several attempts to ‘chat her up’ had failed, he was convinced that she didn’t like him, so he became morose, and sat sullenly and silently from that point on. Could he have read her personality, things might easily have turned out differently. Linda was 5' 7", athletic, and extremely attractive to the opposite sex. She could have had just about any male she might decide to pursue. However, she liked to be the one in charge in a relationship, and she was confident enough in her self to ensure that she got what she wanted. Linda had been interested in Jeff all the while he fumbled to impress her. In fact it was his increasingly pathetic overtures that she liked and that she found extremely pleasing to her ego. Later in the evening, she intended to warm up to this grovelling pawn, confident that, in gratitude, he would ask her out; but, of course, not before his own ego had been shattered to the extent that he would never threaten her dominance. She might even initiate the affair by asking for his phone number if he seemed suitably grateful and subservient. Boys needed convincing of her raw superiority, and their training had to precede her acceptance. Anyone strong enough to resist her feline coldness was rejected outright In short, she demanded worship. And because she was gorgeous, she could get away with such an attitude, and also had ample opportunity to perfect her routine through trial and error. Jeff would have fit her personality like a glove. He liked strong individuals and would have readily accepted her feminist traits and her desire to lead. However he knew nothing of her personality and interpreted her aloofness as hostility. In about ten minutes, he went from a raging, optimistic, hormone high to an alcoholic depression. So when Linda left for the washroom, he thought of the pills, discreetly removed one from his wallet, and casually dropped it into her glass of beer while reaching for a bowl of chips. As soon as the deed was done, he wanted to take it back. He did have a conscience, but that was suitably repressed for the moment through drink. He was, however suddenly horrified by the thought that his actions might have been observed. He tried to survey the other patrons at the table clandestinely, but was much too inebriated to determine what they were thinking. However the conversations continued unabated and after a few seconds, he breathed a sigh of relief. He considered upsetting her glass to save both himself and the girl, but didn’t. His intoxication not only caused the bad judgment to use the pills in the first place, but also robbed him of the ability to properly evaluate outcomes and rectify errors. He convinced himself that the pills were likely harmless, and that nothing would happen. So he settled down to waiting and watching as Linda drank her beer. She was not a heavy drinker, and the glass would last her at least a half hour. However he now realized that even if she did succumb to the drug, he couldn’t very well take her back to his residence once he had ferreted her off. He hadn’t planned on anywhere to take her. In fact he hadn’t planned at all. Worse, he now saw that he would not have the nerve to take control of her in front of their friends. It would be far too obvious what he had done, or at least what he intended to do. In previous fantasies, he had never considered the complexities of the present situation. So he resigned himself to the failure of his scheme and the loss of this gorgeous creature, and now observed his prey dejectedly, awaiting her fate, but only to satisfy his curiosity. 2. Jeff opened his eyes staring into a fuzzy glare, that slowly began to clear and take the form of a cheap overhead light. He was lying in a bed, under a sheet, and his head hurt with a vengeance. It was when he tried to get up that he first noticed that each foot was tied to a post of the bed. Seconds later he discovered that his arms were secured behind his back, forearm to forearm with what felt like tape. He tried wiggling his arms to test the bonds, but they proved snug and strong. He tried to remember how he had got into this situation, but couldn’t. He could remember the group drinking at the Crown and Anchor, and he could remember Linda. He had consumed a lot and had begun to feel sick. And when he thought hard, he could vaguely recall his arm over Linda’s shoulder and her supporting him and his being grateful to her. And there was someone else as well, he thought, on the other side, keeping him from falling. But that was all, no matter how hard he tried. Jeff ventured an uncertain, "Hello", a word that won out over his other choice of "Help!". The sound seemed to him to reverberate throughout the small room, but was in fact quite weak in a decibel sense. A moment later, Linda appeared in the doorway. She was dressed in white shorts and a celery coloured T-shirt, and she still looked stunning. "Oh! You’re finally awake." Neither her tone nor the expression on her face matched her exquisite appearance. In fact she seemed down right unfriendly. "What’s going on?" he asked timidly. He was both perplexed and more than a little frightened. "Oh, nothing that you didn’t have planned for me." There was distain in her voice, and he didn’t like it. "You’re going to be taught the kind of lesson that people like you deserve." It hurt to be called a ‘people like you’. It was the worse thing she could have called him. It said ‘sex fiend’, ‘pervert’, ‘rapist’, all rolled up in one. It was all inclusive. And with what he had done (and apparently been discovered doing), he had to admit that the descriptor was more than adequate. "I have to use the washroom.", he said meekly. He knew that wasn’t a proper response under the circumstances or for someone like himself, but he didn’t know if he could last much longer, and it did tend to change the subject. Linda immediately went to the foot of the bed and began untiing the ropes holding his feet. "What time is it?" he asked, again very meekly. "About two thirty in the afternoon. You slept for nearly 12 hours. Combination of booze and that drug, I guess. You’re lucky it didn’t kill you." She finished with the second rope and threw it on the bed. "Come with me." Jeff pulled his feet from under the sheet and started to swing them off the bed. It was then that the realization of his nakedness hit him. "I can’t. I’m not dressed.", he protested, his modesty impelling a degree of whine into his voice. And without thinking, he brought his feet back up and under the sheet once more. Linda was furious, or pretended to be. She charged around the side, grabbed Jeff firmly by the hair and used the leverage to haul him off the bed. Then she dragged him by that same hair, forcing him, with his arms still bound behind his back, to stumble along awkwardly after her. Ignoring his cries, she led him out the bedroom door and down a hall to the first room on the left. There she placed a foot on his exposed posterior, gave a vigorous shove, and catapulted him into a windowless bathroom. "Get in there, asshole. You’ve got one minute." And thus he learned that there were a few other words she could call him that were perhaps just as bad as ‘people like you’. When he emerged from the washroom, he found Linda’s body blocking the hall in one direction, so that he had to return to the bedroom or force a confrontation. He chose the former, partly because his arms were bound and his hostess looked pretty sturdy, partly because he was intimidated by her hostility, and partly because turning his back to her hid the embarrassment of his exposed sexuality. And after the first compliance, it was a given that he would obey her orders to lie down on the bed, and submit to having his feet roped once again. Once Linda had finished securing him, she went to a small desk at the foot of the bed and pretended to write a letter, completely ignoring her captive. And since Jeff was too frightened to speak, there was silence between the two for a full half hour. Linda’s outward demeanor was calm and confident, but beneath it all she was more than a little exhilarated. Jeff was the first to break the verbal truce, and only because he couldn’t stand the quiet. It took nerve on his part, but he managed, in his normal hesitant, stumbling manner, to ask her exactly what had happened the previous night. "My roommate, Margo and I rent this house together. We were school chums and got jobs at the same time, although with different companies. You met Margo last night, although you were too infatuated with me to notice her. She was sitting beside you on your right. She’s not super good looking or anything, so you totally ignored her. She would have appreciated even a word or two from you. And had you paid some attention to her, I would have been a heck of a lot more impressed than I was listening to your drunken diatribe all evening. You’ve got a thing to learn about women. At first I only attributed your rudeness to inexperience and alcohol. Then you tried that stupid trick with the rape drug. What brand was it" "I don’t know. I got it from a guy, my roommate at college. I’ve only known him for three weeks since school started. He didn’t tell me much about it. How did you find out what I’d done?" "Margo and I watch out for each other when we’re out drinking, especially with strangers. Margo wasn’t sure that you’d put something into my drink, but why take chances? When I returned from the washroom, I immediately checked with her, and she gave me a warning sign. We switched your glass with mine when I asked you to go to the bar for peanuts. But perhaps you don’t remember doing that. You certainly didn’t notice that your glass went from full to half empty while you were away. "But I really think it would be a shame to go to all this trouble and then waste the rape drug. Don’t you?" Saying this, she got up and moved casually towards the bed where she bent down and began undoing the knots that held his feet. "What are you going to do?" Jeff wailed, unsure of what she intended. "Don’t worry. Nothing more than you deserve. Now get off the bed and come here." This time Jeff stood up without help, his modesty forgotten in his fear. However he backed himself against a wall at the furthest point in the room from his tormentor. Without hesitation, Linda came after him. Her demeanor was calm and confident, though her adrenaline was high. Through sports, aggression was natural to her and she was relishing the prospect of the confrontation. And with her strength and athleticism, it took only seconds to reestablish her grip on his locks in spite of his dodging and dancing. However this time he refused to bend at the waist as she pulled down. His resistance must have been painful, but it was effective and she couldn’t control him as she had done before. Then he made the mistake of twisting away so that his back was to her, and she took advantage. Her other hand slipped between his legs from the rear, seized him by the scrotum, and clamped down. It was a good thing that they were alone in the house, because Jeff’s howl would have summoned marines. Linda herself was astounded by the exquisite sensitivity of that particular organ and wondered if she had done any permanent damage. However that didn’t stop her. She used its delicacy to her advantage, and Jeff proved beautifully cooperative from that point onward. Without a struggle, he suffered the indignity of being controlled absolutely by a fragile 5' 7" female using nothing more than her two delicate little hands. He was led passively, unable to put up resistance, and when he arrived at a padded stool near the door, she easily forced him to kneel down over it. "Don’t move if you know what’s good for you." she threatened as she released both her grips. At this point, Jeff was free and could have gotten to his feet. However he was too intimidated. He also assumed that he was about to receive some form of whipping, and subconsciously felt he deserved as much. So he kept his cheek obediently glued to the fabric, exactly as ordered. What Jeff didn’t see was his persecutor quietly remove her shorts, T-Shirt and panties. She hadn’t worn a bra. He did hear the sounds she made, but didn’t interpret them, and so remained confused. He also heard the drawer of the desk open and close, but assumed she was retrieving a paddle or whip with which to flay his backside. What she had salvaged from the drawer was not an instrument of flagellation, but rather a dildo, procured just that morning by her friend Margo, with the business tip now liberally smeared with vaseline. It was an object generally unfamiliar to her, but miles beyond the knowledge or experience of Jeff. Had he seen it, he probably wouldn’t have fathomed its purpose. The girls, however, had been able to experiment with it during the morning and had easily determined its operation. Now Linda quickly pulled the straps tight and fastened the velcro. One strap encircle each of her legs high on the thighs. Another larger one rose over her hips and around the back at kidney height. These straps held it in place; but what gave the instrument needed rigidity was the smaller ‘pseudo-penis’ that inserted deep inside her own vagina. Once the device was properly installed, she knelt on the floor behind Jeff and slapped the inside of his thighs several times back and forth to indicate her wishes. And like a sheep being led to the slaughter, he obediently spread his legs wide apart. Sitting on her bum, she worked her two legs between the two of his and then brought them back around the outside of his thighs. Then seizing her victim in a bear hug and pulling hard forward, she used his body as an anchor to raise herself and to work her ankles back over his lower legs to the inside again. It had taken great strength and agility to perform the contortion. Few others could have done the same. When she’d rehearsed her plan earlier, she hadn’t been sure that it was within her ability, but hoped that her dance training from the age of 5 would give her the necessary flexibility and strength. Now she stood up fully, in one smooth motion, carrying Jeff’s body with her, so that the weight of his upper body was supported by the stool, and his lower body by her legs. Only his toes dangled on the floor. She had him in a neat reverse grapevine, and although it put an enormous strain on all 4 pair of legs, Jeff was the only one to holler out in anguish. Surprisingly he made no attempt to wriggle free. He simply didn’t see the danger. But had he tried, he would have found it impossible with his arms out of commission. He was helpless, and totally at the mercy of his captress. It was then that Jeff became aware of the cold hard pressure against his rectum, and wondered at the cause. Linda was no expert with such a contraption, and was trying to home the target, without alarming her prey. Once in position, she pushed against the orifice steadily but quickly, not knowing what to expect, but hoping for the best. Jeff’s surprise was naive and total, and the ram buried itself an inch past the defence of his sphincter muscle long before he had time to react. There was no pain, only a sudden novel, inexpressible discomfort. His head rose from the stool in his shock, and she heard his sudden inhalation of breath. And his upper body stiffened noticeably for several seconds before finally relaxing and collapsing back heavily onto the stool. "Wow!" she said without intending to vocalize her thoughts. She hadn’t known what to expect, and was immensely pleased at the effect on her victim. She held him in that position, penetrated about an inch, for at least sixty seconds, savouring her power, and allowing her victim the opportunity to realize his fate. Then she leaned forward to whisper directly into his ear, so that he would be sure not to miss a single word she said. "Well now Jeff. How does rape feel? As good as you imagined I hope? Did you ever contemplate that a mere girl might reverse the role, and have her way with such an paragon of manliness as yourself? Well this gal is about to pick your cherry. That is the accepted male slang, is it not? Or would you prefer the term ‘deflowered’, or perhaps ‘defrocked’? How does it feel, Jeff, to be victim instead of victor?" And when Jeff didn’t answer, because her voice was all triumph and vindictiveness, and he hadn’t thought that a reply had been required, she reached up and twisted his ear viciously, so that he howled out in pain once more. Then calmly, "I asked you how it felt." "Not very nice." His voice was low and muffled, both from his utter humiliation, and from his face being partially buried in the cloth of the stool. But his words were heard distinctly and with more that a little exhilaration by his hostess. Linda was finding her captivity and control of this boy deliciously erotic. She would be a natural dominatrix if the idea ever planted itself in her psyche and was ever brought to fruition. The sensation between her legs and deep inside was exquisitely pleasant and a bonus that she hadn’t anticipated. "Good!" she exclaimed not bothering to mask the glee in her voice. "You’re not supposed to enjoy this. This is intended as a lesson that you won’t ever forget. Perhaps you can now imagine how I might have felt with your prick inside me uninvited. Now I would advise that you relax as I penetrate further. If you tighten up, I will really hurt you. Ready?" This time she didn’t await a response. She looped her arms under and around his, putting him into a gentle but secure full nelson, pressing the points of her breasts hard into his back, and enjoying the exquisite feel of skin upon skin. Then she began pushing the dildo firmly but gently. At this point, Jeff finally decided to resist, and began thrashing about frantically, but ineffectually in her embrace. His movement, accompanied by the lubrication of the dildo, actually assisted Linda with the penetration, and it now moved easily forward and deeper into her prey. She could have torn him apart at this stage had she used even minimal vigour. However she was more than content to allow Jeff to do the work for her, and the more he wriggled, the more firmly his body impaled itself upon the shaft. Though aggressive by nature, she was also a compassionate, humane individual, and had no desire to hurt him. So she continued to move carefully and gently, allowing her victim time to accommodate the dildo. Finally she gave one last vigorous push and it was buried to the hilt. "Oh god! Oh God!" he exclaimed twice to an apparent unseeing and uncaring deity. Surprisingly, he wasn’t at all in pain. However the object that thrust deep into his entrails was enormously uncomfortable, making him feel like he had to go to the bathroom in the worst way. He could feel the contractions of the involuntary muscles of his colon vainly trying to force the object back out. "Beg" was all she said. He needed no further encouragement. "Oh please, please stop." he pleaded. Tears were streaming down his face, and his voice left no doubt to his humiliation, embarrassment, and hurt. But she didn’t stop as she had intended. Instead she backed out an inch or so and then drove forward again. Immediately she was rewarded by the frictional pleasure of the dildo against her vagina and clitoris. Her arousal was already intense because of the helplessness of her quarry. Her nipples, hard and erect, felt like nubile tire studs, rubbing deliciously against his back. Suddenly the feelings derived from each thrust and parry were impossible to resist. She repeated the motion once more just because it felt so good, then again for the same reason. The increased agony of her victim was more than offset by the pleasure between her legs. She speeded her attack, and fortunately for Jeff, quickly approached orgasm. The last few thrust were violent and deep. She was now utterly out of control, with no thought for the unfortunate wretch receiving the fruits of her lust. The only thing that saved him from being badly injured was her slow deliberate pace at the start that had allowed his muscles to adjust. When she came, the sensations were magnificent. She flopped forward onto his body while she savoured the moment and recovered her composure. The ache in her legs from supporting Jeff had been ever-present and increasing, but that had been offset by the incredible feelings of pleasure. Now her legs felt like rubber, and she could no longer bare the pain. She was exhausted, though in a state of blissful contentment. Slowly, and with difficulty, she sat back and unwound her legs from his. She had trouble standing and could barely move, but she still managed to walk a much shocked and stupefied Jeff back to the bed, to put him back under the sheet, and to secure his feet. He behaved like a zombie and gave her absolutely no problems. She grabbed a negligee from a drawer, drew it over her shoulders, and quickly retreated to Margo’s room, collapsing onto that bed, and promptly falling into a deep satisfied sleep. 3. An hour later, Linda was leaning against the door to her bedroom, watching her captive sleep. She thought he looked childishly innocent. All her earlier revulsion and anger had dissipated with the punishment she had administered. She had enjoyed it far too much to retain any negative feelings, and it was probably a good thing for her victim that she didn’t have an excuse to repeat the discipline. Subconsciously, she really liked Jeff (almost as much as she liked his enslavement) but didn’t know if she could ever forgive his actions. Soon he would leave and she would never see him again, and the thought was depressing. Just then Jeff’s eyes fluttered a couple times and opened. He turned his head slowly, surveying the room until he discovered his captor standing by the door. This time she was wearing only a transparent pink negligee, and he could see the outline of her nipples in the cloth. Her bare legs looked long, smooth and silky, and he knew their strength from the ache in his thighs. Their eyes met, and he was the first to look away. "I’m really sorry, Linda. I wasn’t thinking when I put that pill into your drink. I’ve never done anything like that before, and I wouldn’t have expected it from myself. I don’t think that I am that kind of person if I’m sober. I promise you I won’t ever drink that much again. I deserved exactly what you did to me, and I don’t hold it against you." Linda remained standing at the door for a long time, silently contemplating his words. He couldn’t look at her, and he had to blink back the tears that were welling up in his eyes. She moved quickly and decisively towards the bed, swung her leg over him, straddled his body, and slowly removed the negligee. She hesitated only until she could ascertain his arousal, then rose up to impale her body on his. Slowly, deliciously, she swallowed his staff. Her sex gripped him like the oiled fist of a wrestler. Then she took him hurriedly and magnificently, with arched back, eyes pressed shut, and pelvis grinding into his groin. As his excitement mounted, his body began to move involuntarily in synchrony with hers. She drove him wild. And when he came, she enjoyed the sound of his whimpering, and the feel of his body writhing against hers. He softened far too soon to satisfy her recently sated body, but she didn’t care. She had controlled the action, forced her partner to orgasm, and delivered full gratification; and it felt wonderful. She lowered her body onto his, and hugged him tightly. Then she began to run her lips lightly over his. 4. By the time Linda fed Jeff it was 5:00 pm and he was ravenous. He had requested that he be freed, but instead she had sat beside him and spooned the food into his mouth like a baby. Then she had left him. It was an hour later when she once again entered his room. She was wearing a short fall coat over slacks, and he realized in a panic that she intended to leave the house. "I really believe that you are sorry for what you did," she said "and as far as I’m concerned, last night is forgotten." "You’re mine now." she added softly, more to herself than to him, and indifferent to whether he heard or not. She was utterly and magnificently confident that it didn’t matter. She had the natural impulses of a dominatrix and of a hunter, and was quickly discovering those instincts in herself. Instinctively she was aware of her superiority and instinctively she knew that this was a boy whom she could control. " I really like you Jeff, and I’ll give you a call in a couple of days. I just came to say goodbye before I go out. It was arranged that you would be Margo’s for the evening and she will be here in about 5 minutes. Its my turn to be sorry, because this morning when Margo and I decided on your punishment, I thought I hated you. Now I realize that I don’t. I’d really prefer to keep you all to myself. However I owe Margo big time and an agreement is an agreement. "Listen carefully though. Margo has had a couple bad experiences with boyfriends lately, and has a bit of a hate on against men right now. And she can be mean. Earlier, I didn’t care what she did to you, but now I do, so I’ll have a word with her. It may do some good. A suggestion though, Jeff. Start apologizing right away, and be awfully sincere. Good luck." And with that, she turned from the room and closed the door behind her.