1 comments/ 58523 views/ 7 favorites A Round of Drinks By: destinyrose God I really hope you like it. It took a lot of effort on my part! This story is dedicated to a very good friend. If it wasn't for him, I would've never written this story. Please leave comments whether or not you like it, or if there is anything you think I should change. Enjoy. * They've been a trio since college. They kept in contact even after they graduated; making a ritual of seeing each other. A girls night out, is a sacred tradition among women. It was something they all needed once in a while. A break from the mundane lives they lived from their 9-5 jobs and whatever boyfriends they had at the time. Stacy adjusted her skin tight, light blue halter top, over her firm generously sized breasts. Fishing in her purse for money for the taxi driver, she handed him the money, while pulling down her mid-thigh black skirt over her shapely legs. Her high heeled, black shoes, made an echoing tap sound on the pavement in front of the neon lighted bar they were to meet at. Taking out her lip gloss from her bag, she applied a thin layer to her full mouth, making her upturned parted lips glisten in the light. Pushing her straight, shoulder length blonde hair out of her face, she pulled the door open to the busy bar/restaurant. The place was called Mccann's, a place they all loved throughout college. She knew the waiter Drew fairly well, along with Frank the owner, they all did. Waving hello to Frank at the bar, she started scanning the big room with her bright blue eyes. She didn't see either of her friends yet, so she sat down at a table in the far corner of the room. Crossing her creamy, smooth legs, she ordered her drink from the waiter and got comfortable in one of the high backed chairs. Stacy glanced down at her slim wrist to her watch, noting the time; she looked around the crowded room, waiting for a sign of her friends. Stacy thought pretty highly of herself. She was the type you could tell she thought as much, in how she walked, talked, even looked at you, that she was better than you were. The most popular throughout high school and college for being the prettiest and the sluttish, there wasn't a doubt in her mind, it was just fact. Because of her popular status, she never lacked friends. But keeping their pact of girls' night out was merely amusing for Stacy. She lived off of gossip. Smiling and nodding, making the right remarks, at the right times during conversations, all the while in her mind she was saying 'what a pathetic little creature you are' made it all the more worthwhile. Drew came with her drink just as Emily and Samantha walked in arm in arm. "Let the night begin." Stacy thought smugly. Emily felt nauseous, she hated these get togethers. She'd much rather be at home, spending time with a good book and her cat than here with Stacy. The women made her physically ill she was so superficial. Of course she'd never say that out loud, to the Barbie slut. Sam liked being around Stacy, so Emily tolerated her, to be around Sam. Moving her purse strap higher on her shoulder, she moved in step with Sam toward Stacy. "Just look at her!" Emily thought to herself. "Can her skirt get any shorter?" Planting a smile on her face, she hugged Stacy around her middle. Then sitting in a chair across from Sam, she crossed her long legs, while Sam gave their friend an affectionate hug. Emily was beautiful in her own way. She had long dark brown hair that curled wildly around her oval face. Her hazel eyes were her best feature, they could be soft when in a good mood or dark when angered. She was a little shorter than Stacy's 5'6 but had a shapely figure. Her figure was nothing like Stacy's, but firm from daily running. She wasn't one for wearing short skirts like Stacy, but kept to full length skirts or dress pants, they made her look great anyway, she just didn't know it. Tonight she chose tight black dress pants, that hugged her curvy hips, and a red satin top that tied in the back, which accentuated her flat stomach and firm B, sized breasts. Drew came over to take the new arrivals order. "Hello ladies." Drew said sweetly. His dark eyes locked with each of the girls. "Hi Drew" replied Samantha with a returning smile. They all knew Drew had a secret affection for Sam, but she never returned it. He would subtly hint to her to get a few drinks of their own on occasion, but every time Sam would politely refuse. Drew was a tall but muscular guy, who never seemed to push hard enough for what he really wanted. He had short dark blonde hair and an easy smile, but he was always the quiet type. He was never one for being obnoxious, like most of his friends were, just watched the world with his dark brown eyes. He felt you learned more about people that way. Drew had plenty of patience. Normally getting what he wanted in the long run was something regular for him. He knew that he would get Sam one day, he just didn't know when. Samantha, or Sam for short, was the kind of chic that everyone liked. Young and old, popular and unpopular, she made friends wherever she went. She had a laid back manner, and always seemed to be happy and laughing about something. Her personality made her gorgeous. She had mid-back length, bright red curly hair, laughing bright green eyes, and a glowing complexion. She was the same height as Stacy, and had Emily's build. She was shapely, firm and gently muscular. She wore a simple, strapless black sundress, that seemed to flow and sway around her frame. She was the kind of girl that had legs to her eyes, and looked amazing in dresses. She was far from conceited but didn't have a low self esteem either. Samantha liked everyone, she knew that Emily didn't have the same affection she did for Stacy, but appreciated her all the more for these get togethers. Sam knew that Stacy had that bitch streak in her, but she also knew that underneath it all there was a sweet, caring, wounded girl there. That was the only reason she stayed friends with her for so long. "So, you have to tell me about how things are working out with Adam!" Stacy said eagerly to Samantha. "Isn't he everything I told you he would be?" She said happily. "We broke up two weeks ago." Sam replied sadly. "Oh I'm so sorry to hear that!" Emily said to her friend with heartache. "It's alright, it would've never worked anyway, and he travels for work a lot." Sam said while Drew put down their drinks in front of Emily and her. "I had a little problem with him sleeping with his secretary too." Sam laughed. With a look of shock, which an actress could have died for, Stacy said "No! He couldn't have!" Emily just rolled her eyes. "Well sounds like you're better off then." She said with a sigh. "I've never been better." Sam smiled. "I just started a new job, and it looks promising, so I couldn't be better!" She lied. "That's great! Where are you at now?" Emily asked. "I'm at a local gym as a trainer. It's pretty good pay, and I get to work out for free." Sam replied. While signaling to Drew for more drinks Stacy said "Well that's just great for you!" "I have to admit to you guys though; Adam was really good in bed!" Sam blushingly stated. "Oh I know! Or at least, I mean, I've heard." Stacy stammered while looking down. "I bet." Emily scoffed. "Tell me how the family is Emily!" Sam excitedly asked. Drew came with their drinks; he intentionally leaned over Samantha to place hers in front of her, brushing her back as he did so. Sam just looked up at him with a smile on her face. Drew winked back, giving her a slow smile. The night carried on with the girls recapping what was currently going on in their individual lives. Once intoxicated they would reminisce about the good ole days back in high school and college. They wished for the better years when life was nothing but parties and books. "I need to pee." Stacy said as she stumbled up from the table. "Hey sweetie, how are you holding' up?" Sam slurred out to Emily. "It's ok; she doesn't bother me no more!" Emily drunkenly laughed. "Good for you! I know how you don't really want to be at these things but I'm glad you're here." Sam smiled to Emily. "I am too, I like hanging' out with you Sam, always did, makes it worth it." Emily bashfully said smiling. "What's taking Stacy so long to just pee?" Sam thought out loud. "Don't know." Emily shrugged. "I'll be right back; you stay and watch the drinks?" Sam asked. "Sure, I'll have another one too!" Emily giggled. Sam stood up unsteadily, and sauntered to the back and down a long hallway, where the bathrooms were. A door flew open to her left startling her. "Hey, Stacy's in here. She doesn't look so good." Drew explained to a confused Sam. "What? Why is she in there with you....ouch!!" Sam yelled, feeling a sharp prick in her shoulder. The last thing she saw before the world went black was Drew's eager, smiling face as he caught her slumping body. Emily sat as patiently as she could. She had another drink, and started tapping her painted finger nails, against the smooth surface of the table impatiently. "Oh screw the drinks, where are they?" angrily pushing her chair back from the table she mumbled to herself, "They've probably forgotten all about me, wouldn't be the first time." Staggering down the hallway towards the bathroom, Frank swung a door open just before the ladies room, almost walking right into Emily. "Oh sorry sweet heart, I didn't see you there. If you're looking for your friends they're in there." He pointed in the direction of the room directly across from him. Staring at the door in confusion, she asked, "What are they doing in there?" Emily turned back around to ask Frank but who'd disappeared down the hall out of earshot. Not knowing what else to do, she knocked on the door, and turning the door handle, she called out "Sam? Stacy? What are you two up to?" She felt the blood drain away from her face as she took in the room. Both Stacy and Sam were tied up with their hands behind their backs. They seemed to have passed out on a couch in the small room. Drew was sitting next to Sam, rubbing her thigh slowly. Smiling at Emily he said "Emily, I'm glad you could finally join us, I thought I'd have to come out there and get you!" He laughed. Frank walked in behind Emily. Turning to him she asked stunned, "What the hell is going on here?" "Well honey, we've decided to have a party, and you three are on the guest list!" He laughed at her baffled look. "Now its time to get the party started. Grabbing a hold of her arm he shoved the ready needle he had and pushed the drugs into her arm. "That will only hurt for a moment." He said over her scream for help. "Get them out to the van." Frank instructed Drew. "Did you get all the info we need?" He asked. "Yeah, about an hour ago from the guy I told you about last month." Drew replied. "Well at least he pulled through for you, now we'll really have everything we need. I thought we'd have to play first and worry later." Frank laughed at his own remark. "But now, if these ladies decide they didn't like our plans so much, we'll have the information to make sure they won't want to talk." Frank explained. Emily couldn't feel her hands, she tried to move them by flexing her fingers but couldn't. Moaning from the pain in her shoulders, she rolled over. She couldn't remember where she was. "Did I just pass out last night? When did I get home?" she thought in her head. Flashes of the bar came back to her, then once she remembered seeing Stacy and Sam tied up on that couch made her lurch to a sitting position. Her head started spinning, so she lay back down heavily, bumping into a solid body. Rolling onto her side, she saw it was Sam curled up next to her. "Sam! Oh God Sam, wake up! Are you ok? Please be ok!" she frantically said. Samantha heard Emily's voice from far away. Feeling like she was being yelled at from down a long hallway. "What is she saying?" Sam groggily thought. "Why does my head hurt so much, why can't I move my aching arms?" Struggling to open her eyes, she slowly came awake. "What the hell is going on?" Sam croaked out from her dry throat. "Oh thank God Sam you're awake!" Emily cried. "Where are we? Why are my arms tied?" Sam asked confused. "I have no idea why, but I know who." Emily said, and explained what she could remember before the needle hit. "Drew and Frank did this? I can't believe it!" Sam exclaimed. "Where's Stacy?" Sam wondered aloud. Sitting up slowly, she looked around the room they were in. It was completely bare, except a few pictures of scenery on the walls and the big bed they were laying on. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Stacy facing away from her, lying next to her on the bed. "Stacy, wake up!" Sam said, bouncing on the bed as hard as she could, in an attempt to wake her. "Sam? What's going on? Are you ok?" Stacy mumbled out. "God my arms and head hurt!" She complained while rolling over to her other side with a grimace. "I'm ok, I've no idea where we are and what we're doing here, but Drew and Frank did this." Emily explained to Stacy. They heard a door creak open behind them. All turning as best as they could, they saw a tall man with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a husky muscular build, enter the room and smile. "Ah I see you're all awake! Perfect!" The stranger said happily. "Who are you? Can you untie us?" Stacy spoke up. "Who I am isn't important, but you may call me Mike. As far as untying you, I can't do that. Where would the fun be in that?" He mockingly said and laughed at their outraged expressions. "If you three will listen, I'm going to tell you this only once. You have one hour in which you can try to escape this place. There is a key hidden in this room that can unlock the door behind me, as well as any outer doors. If you do escape and tell about who brought you here, we will do a little telling of our own. We will make sure you will never have respectable jobs again. If you don't escape you become our little playthings. Delightful little playthings if I may say so, from what I've already seen." Mike finished with a slow knowing grin at the girls. They started speaking all at once. "What?!" Stacy said. "If you think..." Sam started. "Just who do you..." Emily tried. "Now girls, you are wasting valuable time. I've told you what you needed to know and that is all. Mike said while putting up his hands. I must say this though; I can't wait to play with you." Mike sighed as he closed the door. They all heard the key turn in the lock. They all turned to one another and started speaking at once. "What do we do now?" Emily panicky asked. "How are we getting out of here?" Sam looked at both of them and asked. "Ok let's get untied first." Stacy said levelly. "The both of you turn around and we'll put our backs together so we can untie each other. Then we'll start looking for the key. I don't know about you two but I know I'd rather not be their plaything." Stacy explained. Struggling to find the right positions, then with the bindings, it felt like an eternity to get them undone. Emily was crying "We need to get out of here. I refuse to lose my virginity to those ass holes!" "You're still a virgin? Stacy asked shocked. "Yeah, I told you both that I wasn't so you wouldn't make fun of me, especially you Stacy." Emily sniffled. "I wouldn't have made fun of you for that, despite what you believe I'm not the slut that everyone thinks I am either." Stacy soothed. "Well I'm glad you two decide now is a good time to have a heart to heart, but if you'll remember we need to get out of here first!" Sam shouted. Looking apologetically at Sam, they started tearing apart the bed in search for the hidden key. They tore off the bedding, searched inside pillows, under the box spring, even the frame itself and still couldn't find the key. Breath heaving Emily leaned against the wall and asked, "Where in the hell is that damn key?!" "There probably is no key Emily." Sam replied, discouraged. "No there has to be!" Stacy shouted. "Well then you find it Stacy!" Emily said flinging her arms wide. "Where else can we look?" She knocked the picture that she was standing next to onto the floor, with the fling of her hand. With the breaking glass they heard a metallic clink hitting wood floor. "Nope looks like you found it Emily." Stacy said happily while running over to the broken glass. "Let's get out of here!" "Wait! What if they're out there, waiting for us to come out?" Emily fearfully asked. Picking up a piece of the broken glass, Sam ripped off a piece of her sundress and wrapped it around it. "Then we fight!" Each of the girls followed her example and armed themselves with a piece of the broken glass... Stacy put the key in the lock and turned. They held their breath, as she slowly opened the door, peering around its wooden edge. Straining to hear any sudden noises, she opened the door wide, realizing there was no one in the room outside the door. They were in a barren cabin style house with little furniture and what was left was broken in pieces and piled up next to the fireplace. "Ok the coast is clear." Stacy waved to her friends to follow her out of the room. They had no idea how much time actually passed between Mike telling them they had an hour to escape and now, but they weren't going to waste any more time. "We have to find a road, or a neighbor, or something." Sam said. Opening the door to outside, they ran through a big yard as fast as their legs could carry them, not caring what direction they were going in, just knowing that they had to get away. Reaching the edge of what appeared to be a forest they stopped to catch their breath. "We should split up." Sam huffed. "No way, that's the stupidest thing to do!" Emily exclaimed. "I think it's a great idea." Stacy replied confidently. "No it's not, what if something happens to one of us, we'll be able to take care of each other better if we're in a group." Emily pushed. "But if they are following us, it will be harder to find 3 of us in different directions than all 3 of us going in the same. We can meet up at the same place. Say at Cafe Royal downtown at home? Depending how far we are from there." Sam thought out loud. "But we don't even know where we are Sam!" Emily shrieked. "It doesn't matter where we are, we can't be that far away from a neighbor or something that we couldn't call for help to get out of here." Sam said reassuringly. "Alright fine, you two seemed to have made up your mind. We are just killing time standing here arguing about it." Emily agreed grudgingly. They hugged each tightly and ran in opposite directions of each other. "About how long until we go hunting for the fresh meat?" Drew asked Frank eagerly. "Oh I'll give them about a half an hour. Let them think they've really gotten away." Frank laughed. "I sure can't wait to play with that little shy looking brunette! I bet she's a bombshell!" Mike cackled. "Did you turn on the tracking devices?" Frank asked Drew. "Of course, they won't even know it's there, it's attached to their clothes." Drew laughed. "I'm watching them now." He showed Frank the little portable TV. Pointing to where the different colored dots were moving on the screen. Stacy cursed herself for wearing her high heels out last night. They were definitely not running shoes. The heels kept sinking in the soft earth, making her twist her ankles twice. By the third time she had to stop and break off the heels against a tree. Her face, lungs, and throat burned. Her face burned from tree branches slapping at her from her mad dash through the dense woods. "I need to get out of this place. How freaking big is it anyway?" She asked herself. All the sudden the trees seemed to part and she was in a clearing of sorts. There were tree stumps where trees used to be and grassy areas so the trees must've been removed a while ago, Stacy thought. Running across the field, she stopped short at seeing Frank turn from behind the tree, she was running towards. A Round of Drinks "NO!" She screamed, turned, and ran. Forcing her legs to move, she could feel the adrenaline rush through her veins to her pounding heart. Looking back she could see Frank was only a step behind her. With a grunt he tackled her and they both fell in a heap to the ground, with her face down and him on top of her back. Struggling frantically she pushed up with all her might trying to free her body from his weight. She felt a rumble in her back and realized it was this big brute laughing, laughing at her. "I'll show you, you bastard!" Stacy thought to herself while gripping the piece of glass she still miraculously had in her hand. Stacy went completely still. She hoped that her stillness would make her captor release his weight enough to let her roll over to use her makeshift weapon. Once he did she hit as fast as she could. He must have known what she was going to do because he caught her wrist in his strong hand and pushed her arm to the ground near her head. "You weren't going to use that on me were you?" He mockingly said. "Tsk tsk." He said shaking his head slowly at her, while removing the glass from her hand. "You're a son of a bitch! Get off of me!" Stacy screamed at him. "Oh I'll get off alright. You're the one who's going to do it too." Frank chuckled. "Now if I let you up do you promise to be a good girl and not play with sharp objects anymore?" He asked her chidingly. "Fuck you!" Stacy spat shoving her body into his to shift his heavy weight. "I wouldn't mind that my pretty! Keep wiggling like that, you're almost hitting the spot!" He grinned, showing his yellowed teeth. "You're disgusting! Just let me go!" Stacy screamed trying to wrench her arm from under his grip. She could feel the blood flow to her finger start to slow. Frank reached in between their bodies with his right hand, while holding her still with his left and grabbed at her huge firm breast, twisting her nipple between his fingers. She breathed in sharply at the pain/pleasure that shot through her stomach. "Now see here, this is how it's going to work. You and I are going to have a little fun. If at anytime you try to hurt me again, in any manner, I will take it as a threat and do to you exactly what you were going to do to me and then some. Do I make myself clear?" Her body began trembling. "Well I don't have much of a choice in that, now do I." Stacy sneered. "Glad we agree!" Frank said while pulling Stacy up to standing with him. "Now strip." He instructed. Stacy just stared at him. "No." She said defiantly, He slapped her, yanking her back to his face by the back of her head he shouted to her, "Do you really think I'm fucking messing around with you? You will do as told or I will make this as painful as possible for you." Tears sprang to her eyes, the slap had her ears ringing, and it felt like she was slammed into a wall. She began stripping. First her strappy high heels, then her tight short skirt, her halter top, then matching black bra and thong. When finally naked she just stood there, a shiver going up her spine at the cold way Frank was staring at her body. "Oh yeah I was right about you, you are a pretty thing." Frank said while licking his lips. He drank in her form. From her slim shapely smooth legs to her shaved pussy, up to her flat stomach, to her perky, pink colored nipples, then finally to her slim neck to her downcast face. "I want you on your knees, now." He commanded. She did so, slowly and with a whimper. Frank took the few steps to stand in front of her. "We both know you know what to do, so do it." He said. Swallowing hard she tried thinking of a plan, anything, that might get her out of this, but came up with nothing. The wet grass was soft beneath her knees, she reached up to unzip his pants, and she felt sick to her stomach. "I can't believe this is happening!" She could only think. Stacy could smell the pungent odor of sweat and the distinct smell of man, through his jeans already. "Please don't make me do this, I have money, I'll give you anything, just not this!" She begged tears rolling down her face. "This is what I want and this is what I'm going to get, so less talking and more sucking!" He replied while grabbing for his member and a fist full of her golden locks to guide her face to his stiff dick. Stacy slowly opened her mouth, trying to hold her breath so she wouldn't gag; she slid her mouth and tongue down his wide shaft. Bringing her right hand up to the base, she prayed that he was one to be done quickly. "That's real good, you better make it nice and wet, for I seem to have lost my lube, and I intend to have that beautiful ass!" Frank told her with a smile. Stacy dropped what she was doing and pushed backwards, trying to stand up. "No! Please anything but that, I'll make sure I suck you dry! But please not there!" Stacy cried. "I'm getting real tired of that mouth little girl." Frank said angrily, walking towards her. "I think its time to do something about that." He said while picking up her discarded panties from the ground. Stacy scrambled to her feet, she didn't care if she was bare assed she wasn't going to let that disgusting man anywhere near that end of her, no one had, and she sure wasn't going to start now! She thought to herself. Frank easily caught up with her; and slammed her into a tree from behind. He knocked the wind from her. The world spun for a moment, her head ringing, and her body bruised where it met the tree, she turned around coughing to bring air into her lungs. Frank grabbed her face and forced her jaw open with a squeeze and shoved in her underwear. Spinning her around by her arm, he pushed her body into the tree. He took one hand, went around the tree and grabbed the other. The tree was just small enough that she could wrap her arms around its trunk and still have her hands touching. Taking out the roll of tape he put in his pocket just for this purpose, he held her hands together with one hand and started taping her wrists with the other. Stacy was sobbing, she knew what was coming, and she couldn't do anything to stop it. While Frank walked around her she started to pull frantically at her arms, trying to free her hands from their sticky bindings. The bark of the tree rubbed her soft arms and breasts raw at her movements. She felt his rough hands roaming over her back, over her slightly rounded butt, to in between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together as tight as she could. The slap took her breath away, several more landed on her round butt cheeks before she realized to open her legs. In reward, she felt two fingers being shoved into her exposed pussy, moaning at the intrusion. "Well it looks like someone's enjoying this as much as I am!" Frank cackled, pushing his fingers further and harder into her moistening core than before. She could feel her body responding to his manipulations. He brought his other hand to the front, to reach for her clit. Stacy tried to think of an anything else to bring her mind away from what she was feeling. " I can not be getting turned on by this bastard!" She silently screamed to herself. Her breathing became pants while she tried to breath through her nose, but was losing the battle with each thrust of his fingers. He slid a third in and she knew she was going to come; there was no stopping it no matter how much she didn't wanted to. "Yeah, that's it baby, come all over my fingers, I want to feel it." Frank encouraged. Stacy couldn't hold back, with a muffled loud moan, her body tensed from head to toe. He thrust deeper and harder than before, drawing out every last vibration that was thrumming through her clenching cunt. He withdrew his drenched fingers and spread the lubrication between her cheeks. Frank took his dick and pushed it into her wet cavern, making sure it was wet with a few thrusts, pulled out and pushed into her virgin ass. "God please don't!" Stacy screamed into her clothing gag. "Oh my God he's going to split me apart!" She screamed in her mind. It sure felt like it, her body tried pushing him out, but the more she pushed the more he went in. Stacy felt the rough scratches from the bark on her soft breasts. Somehow that added to the pain searing through her body. "Oh yeah, that's it baby girl, just as sweet as I thought it'd be." Frank grunted reaching to the hilt. He grabbed her hips tight and withdrew, then pulling her unwilling pelvis back onto his straining cock. He looked down at their joined bodies and watched as his hard dick slid into her tight little hole. Stacy screamed again and again with each powerful thrust. She thought the burning pain would never end until she went far away in her mind. She pretended she was far away, until pleasure started building in her sore body. Stacy felt her body warming, a tingling sensation, starting at where he was slamming into her. It rippled in waves over her body and back again, just to settle in heaviness between her thighs. "How can I possibly be enjoying this?" She denied to herself. Frank reached around her slim hips, back to her clit and roughly rubbed at her clit again. "No!" Stacy tried to scream through the gag. "Not again! I can't come again for this fucking bastard!" She chided herself. Despite her best efforts to shut it off, she felt the climax rising. She clenched her tear filled eyes closed and felt the waves crashing down. Her knees buckled with the sensations. With a few jaw jarring thrusts and grunts, she felt Frank push hard against her backside then go still, and withdraw from her shaking body. She could feel his come running down the back of her thighs. All she could do was let her body sink to the ground as much as her arms would let her and cried. Huge body wracking sobs. She knew she enjoyed it, at least her body did, and she hated herself even more for it. Emily couldn't tell how long she had been running, or even what direction she was going. She could be running circles and not know it. "Where do these damn trees end?" She thought to herself as she stopped to catch her breath. Emily ran every day so running wasn't a problem; it was when she didn't have a clue where she was that was the issue. "I still think that this was a bad idea. Doesn't anyone learn from watching movies that splitting up is the last thing you do?" She screamed in her head. Emily heard voices and froze. She scrambled down behind a bush to look around, hoping it was dense enough to not see through. Turning her head in the direction she thought she heard the noise, she realized that not a few feet away from her Stacy was hugging a tree! She was so glad to see another human being that she almost ran to her but scrambled back when she saw a man behind Stacy and that she was naked. "Oh my God that's Frank! How'd he find her? What do I do now? Emily's thoughts raced. From the angle she was at, she could see the back and side view of them both and watched in fascination as he pushed his pelvis into her. Scared and embarrassed at her self for not being able to look away. Swallowing hard, she could hear the smacking sound of flesh hitting flesh; she heard his grunts and her muffled moans. It made her body suddenly feel hot and tingly. Emily stood up alarmed when she heard her friend scream, but hunched back down torn between being able to help or getting caught her self. "Like what you see?" Mike drawled out to Emily's frozen hunched form. Emily slowly turned her head, hoping that it wasn't true. "He didn't find me, he's really not there." She said hopeful, to herself. But she realized she was wrong, looking up from his black boots, to his relaxed stance, to a broad chest, up to his grinning mouth, stopping at his dark brown eyes. He reached down to her and pulling her up by her arm said, "Come here you." Reaching around to the back of her head, forcing her to bring her mouth to his, he kissed at her mouth and held her stiff form to his muscular one. Emily shook her head from side to side trying to dislodge his assaulting mouth, ripping her mouth away she spat "Yuck, you're disgusting!" while pushing at his chest to free herself. "Oh you've no idea!" He laughed at her. He picked her up and laid her on the ground beneath him, half covering her upper body with his. "Get off of me!" Emily screamed into his face, trying to strike at him with her clenched fists. He easily caught both of her hands and gripped them tight he raised them above her head and held them there. With the other he started caressing her stomach, moving up towards her firm little breasts, watching her face as he went. "Don't touch me! Stop! Get off!" Emily yelled frantically while trying to use her body weight to push him off of her. "If you don't keep quiet I'll have to put something of mine in that mouth of yours to make it so." Mike said to Emily's remarks. Emily went still, not sure if she understood his meaning, but she wasn't about to say another word to test her theory either. Mikes hand continued to slowly kneading her breasts, first one, then the other, and moving down to her skirt, he bunched it up in his hand bringing it up her thighs as he went. Looking down to what he was doing, he parted her panties from her body and slowly sought out her little clit that he knew was resting there, between her sweet thighs. Emily clenched her eyes shut, and turned her head away from his probing stare. Finding what he was looking for, he began in slow circles, not wanting to go too fast, but knowing he was having an affect her body. "Open your legs." Mike commanded. With a terrified look on her face she shook her head violently. Pinching her inner thigh, he made her open her legs to move away from the pain. Taking her panties in his big hand he gave a strong pull and ripped the small material from her slim hips. Throwing one leg in between hers so she couldn't close them he slid his hand down to her warm pussy. Stroking her closed lips, he pushed a finger into her tight hole, while rubbing his thumb over her now hard clit. Her head was still turned away with eyes clenched tight, but he knew her body was betraying her. "Open your eyes and look at me." Mike told her. Shaking her head against her arm, he sighed and pinched her tender clit, making her turn her head and staring wide eyed at him with a gasp. "You always need to be so difficult?" He asked knowing he wasn't going to get an answer, he pushed a finger into her now moistened hole, and he tried two, and pushed deep. Stopping his ministrations suddenly, Mike asked shocked, "You're a virgin Emily?" Emily turned her head away into her arm, tears pouring down her face at her humiliation. "Oh don't cry sweet heart, I'll make sure you enjoy this as much as I will." He stated and kissed her neck. Pulling out his two fingers he slowly pushed them back in, circling her clit in a rapid motion. He stopped long enough to pull her shirt up over her breasts so he could suck one hard upturned nipple into his awaiting mouth. Returning his hand to between her legs he felt her body buck up from the new sensations crashing through her body. "What is he doing to my body down there? I've never felt anything like this before! Even when I would touch myself, it didn't feel like this! Please stop it's too much!" Emily screamed in her mind helplessly. She tossed her head from side to side restlessly. She felt a fire building, her body reaching for something, pushing her hips up to meet his thrusts of his fingers, trying to get closer to the something that her body was looking for. "Look at me. I want to watch you come for me." Mike commanded again. Emily did so this time, panting with her mouth open. She stared helplessly into his brown eyes. "Please..." She whimpered straining her body against his. He seemed to know what she was searching for; he removed his hand, and moved in between her legs. Still holding her wrists in one hand above her head, he undid his pants and shook them down his hips, pulling out his ready cock from his boxers. "Oh my God please don't!" Emily struggled upon seeing his size. "It'll only hurt for a moment, anything after that hurts because you fight it." Mike explained while putting his head at her wet opening. With one quick thrust he was in her completely, breaking through her barrier. Emily felt like she was ripped apart, screaming at the white hot pain that seemed to come in waves from between her thighs. Mike just rested there inside her, waiting for her body to adjust to the fullness of him. Realizing he wasn't moving at all, she began to relax with the pain receding, she just felt a fullness as her body took him in, like her body made room for his invasion. He felt her cunt clench around his hard cock and knew her body was ready. Mike could hardly hold himself back from pumping into her virgin body like a madman. But he felt bad that he took this girls' first time. He knew she wasn't the kind of girl that was around the block, but he never imagined her to be a virgin either. Pulling out, and pushing back in he felt her body draw him in, her hips starting to find his rhythm. He let go of her wrists to support his upper body, while the other hand went to where their bodies were joined to play with her. He increased his tempo, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, but wanted her to come with him. Emily felt like she were flying, she wanted to go higher and higher. She felt like she was loosing her mind over all the sensations her body was feeling. Thrusting her hips up to meet his, she knew that's where she would find the answer. She needed it, her body called out for it. Every flesh slapping gasp and grunt brought her closer. Emily screamed in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure came over her. She wrapped her legs around his waist to get closer, as well as her arms around his back. That was all Mike needed to feel, her tight pussy clenching and milking his hard cock, physically begging for every last drop of his warm come. He grinded his hips into hers, trying to get as deep as he possibly could before semi collapsing on top of Emily's passed out form. Sam refused to stop running. "I'm a trainer! I can keep going!" She chanted to herself. The only things she could hear were the pounding of her own heart, her loud breathing and the crunching of leaves beneath her rapidly moving feet. Spinning around at a crash behind her she gasped. Looking around frantically, she couldn't find anything to cause the noise. Her heart pounding from whatever made the noise, she took off running again. Sam slammed right into a solid chest. A whoosh of air burst out through her lungs, as the force made her fall back on her butt. "Sam you're here, my darling beauty! I'm so glad that you could finally grace me with your presence." Drew bowed mockingly at her fallen form. Laughing at her wide eyed shocked look, he held out a hand for her to take to pull her up. Slapping his hand away, she got into a standing position on her own and said scathingly "Drew, you asshole, why have you done this to me? Haven't I always been nice to you?" "See that's the thing Sammy girl. I didn't want you to be Nice to me; I wanted you to fuck me." Drew explained straight faced. "But no, not me, I had to sit back and hear about you screwing all those other scum bags." He said angrily. "Well now I finally have my chance, and believe me baby, I'm going to take it!" He yelled, grabbing both of her shoulders, pulling her back into his solid chest, kissing her roughly on the mouth. He grabbed her pants and pulled, ripping the waist open; he let the soft material fall from her waist to pool at her ankles. Sam slapped and hit, struggling with all her might to get away from Drew. A Round of Drinks "I'll never forgive you for this Drew!" Sam finally said, getting her mouth away from his bruising one. "I'm heartbroken!" Drew laughed pushing her suddenly away. Being released so quickly had Sam off balance, she stumbled to regain her balance. Drew grabbed a handful of her soft red curls and yanked her to her knees. "Ouch! That hurts! Let go damn it!" Sam yelled, bringing her hands to the back of her head, attempting to dislodge his hand from her tender scalp. "It's time to open up your mouth! I swear Sam if you bite me, I'll make sure it's the last thing you do!" Drew threatened while pulling out his dick and pushing it in Sam's unready mouth. He never let go of her hair, even when she did start sucking his thick length. Drew wanted her to feel every single inch of his dick down her tight throat. He'd waited to long for this. Pushing her head down on his dick, he felt her gag around the head of his dick and felt the excitement thrill through him. " "Yeah that's right bitch, fucking gag around my dick! Just know that it could have been so much different for us, if you hadn't played your games so many times." He said to her bobbing head. "He's going to make me throw up!" Sam screamed in her head. "You just need to breathe, just breath slowly, through your nose Sam, you can do it, and it'll be over before you know it." She chanted to herself. "God I hate him; I can't believe he's doing this to me!" Sam said, unable to believe what was happening to her. Forcing her head again up and down his shaft, he felt himself getting close. It was too much for him to hold back, his Sam finally at his feet gagging on his hard dick! "Oh yeah, here it comes, you better swallow every last bit!" He groaned out. He made sure she would, by hold her had all the way down to the hilt. Knowing she was gagging and probably couldn't breath mad it all more the better of an orgasm. "He's going to kill me!" She panicked in her mind. While she gagged around his head being pushed down her throat then spurting warm liquid in spasms. The only thing she could do was swallow his semen, so she could breathe. Sam fell to the ground once he let go of her hair. She just lay there, gasping for air into her starved lungs, her head feeling light headed from lack of oxygen. She felt him moving her, but unaware of where, she didn't care when he laid her face down over a tree trunk. Sam tried to sit up once she felt his fingers on her pussy lips. He just held her down with a hand between her shoulder blades. Drew slapped first one upturned butt cheek, and then the other, stopping to admire his red hand print being left behind. He rubbed the skin, just to start again, ignoring her screams and pleas to stop. He slapped until his hand hurt from the effort and both her cheeks were a bright cherry red. He could hear were her sobs and smiled. Taking again his now hard dick in his hand, he shoved it into her pussy uncaring if she was wet or not. He knew her body would make it lubricated enough to welcome his thrusts. Surprised to find her actually very moist; Drew held onto her hips and pushed hard and fast, loving the slap his body was making against hers'. He could hear her moaning, felt her body clenching around his throbbing cock. He wanted to draw out every moment of it. Drew knew Sam's body was betraying her; it was opening, softening, wetting, and welcoming his rock hard, thick cock, into her tight pussy. He slammed into her hips, wanting to brand her memory forever of this, to always remind her, who owned her now. He wanted her to never be the same again; he wanted her to be his, only his. With that thought he came for the second time, pushing deeper with every jerk of his dick inside her. Breathing hard, he slipped from her still body. Sam's whole body shook. She didn't know from shock or from pleasure, she just knew she didn't want to move, couldn't move. Her last thought before passing out was "I can't believe I actually enjoyed that!" Emily groaned, rolling over to her side, she opened her eyes. Trying to remember what happened, she saw trees. Everything coming back she jumped up. The movement making her head spin she looked around, seeing Stacy still curled at the bottom of the tree, she frantically looked around for Mike or Frank. Seeing no one, she ran over to her friend and began pulling and ripping off the tape holding her. "Stacy! Wake up, it's me Emily! Are you alright?" Emily cried. Stacy slowly opened her eyes, looking up at Emily; she focused and stood up as best she could while Emily was trying to untie her. "Yeah I think I'm ok. Are you ok?" Stacy asked. "I'm alright" Emily shakily said. "Have you seen Sam?" Stacy asked. "No not at all." Emily replied while looking at her friend. Finishing with the tape, Emily ran over to her friends clothes, to help her get dressed. Diverting her eyes to the trees while she got dressed, she asked "Are you sure you're ok?" "I'll be fine, I'm sure, let's just get out of this place." Stacy said, finishing getting dressed. Sam woke up with a jolt, she heard leaves crunching and someone shouting her name. "Here! I'm over here!" She screamed back, while pulling up her ripped pants. Turning in the direction of the noise she saw Emily and Stacy running towards her. All three of them were crying at once, hugging each other tightly, they just stood there for a moment, letting one another comfort the other. "Ok let's get moving. Maybe we could get out of here by dark." Sam sniffled. They took off holding each others hands, running through the trees. They came up to a road and flagged down the first car they saw. It was a gentle faced older man, with a look of surprise at seeing the three girls he said "What are you ladies doing so far out here?" "We just went on a little camping trip and got lost in the woods when we strayed from camp." Emily surprisingly supplied. The man looked from one girl to the next; they all looked at each other nodding. "Well I'll gladly take you three into town, that's where I'm headed anyway." The man said unconvinced. "Oh thank you so much Sir." Stacy beamed at him. He just smiled back. They climbed into the car and drove away from the woods, each a different person than before. They still go to Mccann's every once in a while, all for their different purposes. Always ending up in different places each time they go for a round of drinks.