Mid life crisis (closed for Anonymaso)

John shut the engine of his 1997 Nissan Altima and pulled up on the e-brake. Instead of getting out of the car though, he sat and stared into the distance. His gaze passed straight through the house he and his wife had bought, how many years ago now? Who cared anyway. It was just another cookie cutter neighborhood filled with mundane people. And he was just another banal member of that caste.

Sitting in his driveway, he looked at nothing. The radio had shut off so he listened to nothing. Nothing entered his brain and for some time nothing stirred there either. His life had become so mind numbingly monotonous that he didn't even notice time passing by any more.

Not that there was anything wrong with his life. He had married his high school sweet heart and they were still deeply in love with each other. His job as a pharmacist, though not particularly exciting was fulfilling and the pay was respectable too. He went to church every Sunday and even participated in the choir occasionally. But at some point he had slipped into anonymity and become just another faceless brick in a wall of tedious, uninteresting boredom. And deep down inside that bothered him.

Not only was he smart, but he had a mind for solving problems. But his mind was completely unprepared for the part of his life that didn't have any problems to solve. And that was the biggest problem he had ever faced. That was what bothered him, not the fact that no one noticed him. He could care less about being admired or heroic. He just wanted a challenge.

A group of children passed, laughing loudly as they rode their bikes and skated on roller blades, and snapped him out of his reverie. Climbing out of his car he went inside to his family.

By the next day he had a plan. It was risky, but he didn't care. In fact that was what he had wanted wasn't it? A challenge, the opportunity to work his way through potential hazards and find ways to mitigate them. And the rewards were potentially enormous.

First he called his bank and told them he wanted to withdraw a large amount of money. He had to get special permission from the manager because it was all of their life's savings and the bank had limits on how much could be withdrawn at a time. He said that his friend was starting a business and he wanted to provide some support. It was the same story he had told his wife, and the banker bought it just as well as she had.

Next he called a real estate agent and asked about cheap property in the area. Then on his lunch break he went and visited the three cheapest places he could find. By the end of the day he had settled on a trailer home on the outskirts of town. It was small and dilapidated but had no neighbors for at least a few hundred meters and a tall chain link fence all the way around it, both of which fit into his plan perfectly. Plus he still had enough money left over begin his experiments. The easy way would have been to steal chemicals from work, but that was too risky. Every substance was closely monitored and controlled. He could have found a way around the system, but it was just easier to buy what he needed from the grocery store. Each night after work he went to his improvised chemistry lab and worked on a new mixture for a few hours. When his wife asked what he was doing he just said that his buddy needed a hand with the new enterprise.

Finally, after two weeks worth of experimenting he had several viable batches ready for experimentation. And it was a good thing too because he was basically out of money. The tiny pills were stored in prescription medicine bottles (which weren't tracked at work and so wouldn't be missed) and were labeled "1", "2" and "3" in the order they had been completed. There were supposed to be an intricate combination of uppers and downers, but without proper testing who knew what they actually did.

Now came the first real challenge for him. At least the first one that forced him out of his comfort zone. Where and how was he supposed to sell them? Even if he knew a drug dealer he couldn't pass them off without knowing what they did. But there weren't enough of them to just hand them out willy-nilly without delivering a serious hit to his profit. For a brief moment he considered taking them himself, but how could he measure their effects if he was incapacitated? And besides, the drugs weren't the adventure he sought, they were the means to that end.

So that Friday night he told his wife not to wait up for him and he went out in search of a guinea pig.

"It's perfect." Jenna insisted, when Catherine emerged from the changing room in a slinky black mini-dress.

"It's a bit short." Catherine pronounced, fiddling with the hem.

"C'mon Cat, you're never going to lose your precious cherry with that attitude." Jenna teased.

"I'd prefer it if it wasn't visible when I walk across the room." Cat retorted.

She regarded herself in the mirror. Cat wasn't one for bright colours or embellishment. She was so shy that she hated being the centre of attention; a consummate wallflower. Of all the dresses Jenna had insisted she try, this one felt the most natural on her. She liked the long sleeves and the plain colour. She knew it suited her figure and this one happened to be on sale, which suited her budget. She was petite enough at just five feet tall that the length wasn't indecent on her.

"You like it" Jenna crowed. "I can tell by the way you're making eyes at yourself."

Cat watched her reflection flush, before turning back to her friend.

"Fine, I'll buy it. Can we go now?"

"Oh no you don't. That dress needs nude pumps."

Cat rolled her eyes and feigned utter disinterest but really, she did like the dress. She liked it best when Jenna picked things out for her. She hated shopping when she was actually required to choose things. Jenna loved being her stylist, so everyone was a winner, right?

An hour later they returned to the apartment they shared, tired but triumphant from the shopping trip. Cat was now the proud owner of 'the' pumps and Jenna had also found herself a dress for that night. It wasn't often she managed to persuade Cat to go clubbing, so they were going to make the most of it.

The girls both worked at a local law firm and were studying law at night school. Jenna was on reception and Cat was secretary to the newest associate. She was pretty sure it hadn't been her resume that had swung it when she was plucked from the admin pool but Cat was holding her own and learning a great deal. Her shy manner made her naturally deferential and the associate was clearly highly gratified by this.

The girls were both nineteen and had gone through high school together. As group home kids their bond went deep. They considered one another as siblings. Both had realised that education was their ticket out of poverty and they were both working very hard to realise those dreams. There wasn't the money to go partying all that often, so they had to make the most of it when they did.

The girls threw together a hasty pasta supper, to line their stomachs, washed down with large glasses of Chianti. Then they moved on to vodka tonics, while they took turns to don the war paint in the bathroom. Cat's complexion was so fair that it needed little embellishment. She settled for eyeliner, mascara and a wine coloured lipgloss. Anything else made her look like a little girl who had raided her mother's make-up bag. The girls stashed their fake I.D.s in their club wristbags and hit the town.

'The FU:BAR' was close to the college campus and the cheap, grungy hub of the student scene. There were different rooms for dance, rock/metal and the chillout lounge. The girls stuck to vodka tonics and headed to the dance room. Merry enough that she didn't feel too self-conscious, Cat started dancing with her friend.

John lurked in a dark corner of the bar he had selected. While not particularly intimidating in stature he was rather tall at 6'3", which was an advantage because even from his corner he had a clear view of the entire establishment. Being Friday night it was standing room only. Nearly half the building was taken up by a fraternity out celebrating the start of a new school year. Most of the rest of the patrons were young couples from the university, and occasional packs of young men stalking the small herds of single ladies across the dance floor. Fortunately for him there was a spattering of middle age, apparently single, men holding the walls up. So he didn't exactly fit in while searching for a test subject but he didn't stand out either.

The last thing he wanted was to attract attention to himself. He couldn't see any security cameras but there were plenty of cell phones out taking selfies and snapshots of the dancers. So he stayed in his corner and observed.

The couples were out of the question, there just wasn't any way to approach them. The wolf-packs were promising, but if he went that rout he'd have to provide at least one pill for each of the pack members. The same went for the herds of girls. Members of the frat party were the worst of all the potential guinea pigs. Sure they were more than willing to do anything to make themselves look cool, but the amount of alcohol each of them had already consumed would probably drowned out any influence the drugs might have on them.

Still keeping an eye on the dance floor, John moved to the bar to order a rum and coke. As he placed his order he noticed a pair of young girls who seemed to have just arrived. Though both were red-headed one was more of a dirty blonde while the other seemed to be a pure-bred red head. But the blonde looked so stunning in her black dress that he hardly noticed the red head, which was saying something because he had always had a soft spot for red heads.

Even though they ordered after John, the bar tender responded immediately to their request while making him wait so long that both girls had finished with their drinks and moved to the dance floor before John got a whiff of his alcohol. Keeping his frustrations to a low boil, John took his glass and moved back to his corner.

Something kept drawing his gaze to the two girls. Really it was just the one girl. Something about the way she moved belayed her timidity, especially under the scrutinizing gaze of the frat boys who openly ogled her and her friend. She is beautiful. John thought. Forget the fact that she is probably not much more than half my age.

As time passed a noticeable difference in behavior developed between the two girls. The one seemed to blossom under the boys' attention, while the other grew more and more awkwardly uncomfortable. Finally the one in the black dress seemed to give up and walked away from the dance floor - straight towards John.

A stirring began deep inside him that he had not felt in a long time as he watched her hips sway as she walked to him. Well, not exactly straight to him. A table had opened up a few feet from where he was standing and she took a seat, conscientiously adjusting her clothes as she watched her friend begin to dance with first one, then another guy. Seeing an opportunity, John quickly drained his glass then returned to the bar for another round.

To John's credit he didn't punch the bartender in the throat when his drink was again delayed, but his anger nearly boiled over when he turned and saw a frat boy trying to hit on his target. Focusing on his mission, John took a few deep breaths which served the dual purpose of allowing not only the pill to dissolve but also his frustrations. It was clear that his beautiful test-subject-to-be was not interested in the young man who has half a sip away from having to get his stomach pumped, so John walked straight up to the table, set the drinks down and firmly gripped the guy's shoulder making sure to squeeze down on his collar bone.

"Hey man, why don't you go to the bathroom?" John said quickly. "You look like you're going to throw up!"

The boy squirmed and whimpered, "Ouch! Dude, what's your problem?"

"Nothing," John said calmly, but taking a step closer so that his chin brushed the boys forehead. "I just think you need to stop wasting everyone's time, and get the fuck out of here." John's voice didn't change volume, but grew steadily more menacing until the boy slunk away with his tail between his legs.

"Hi, I'm John." As he sat down he pushed the drink toward her and admired her up close for the first time. Mmmm. Freckles.

"Cat." Was her simple reply as she looked hesitantly toward her drink.

"Don't worry." John spoke soothingly. "I'm not trying to hit on you, but I do have a proposition for you. It is an opportunity for you to make a lot of money."

John paused, realizing how his words sounded.

"I'm sorry," He pushed on. "It isn't like that." Although I wouldn't mind if it were he thought, allowing his eyes to roam over her again.

"Look, I'm starting a new enterprise in the chemical industry and am looking to hire an assistant to help make sales on the weekends. We can discuss the pay if you like but I would prefer it to be commission." The whole thing sounded retarded and John regretted not planning ahead enough for this type of scenario.

"What do you think?" He asked, then raised his glass and took a drink.

"Come on, just one dance..."

The boy took hold of her arm and tried to steer Cat towards the floor without waiting for her to acquiesce. Panic welled within her, as it did every single time a boy decided that the easiest way to circumvent her natural shyness was to compel her and hope she didn't protest. It was never just one dance, just one drink or just one kiss. It was the top end of a slippery slope that always had her running just to stand still.

Jenna on the other hand, nobody compelled her to do anything. She had a will of iron with a smart mouth to back it up. Somehow she managed to walk the line of setting boundaries without pissing drunk guys off, effortlessly. She often told Cat to 'lighten up' but somehow Cat never could. The few times she had tried it had bitten her hard in the arse and left her twice as apprehensive. Something about her skittishness brought out the predator in men in a way that Jenna's self assurance never did.

"No." Cat pulled back experimentally, resisting the urge to struggle in earnest. Her suitor pretended not to notice. She realised she hadn't spoken loud enough to be heard over the ear splitting music. Cat came to a dead stop and tried again. "NO!"

That did it and was even loud enough to catch the attention of the dancing kids surrounding them. A frat boy backed up by half a dozen friends flicked a look over at them, mutely asking Cat if she needed rescuing. Petrified, she shook her head. The boy who had been trying to dance with her dropped her like a hot rock and feigned nonchalance.

"Jesus, what's your problem?"

Cat couldn't make herself utter another word and Jenna was about to drop her guy to march over, which made Cat feel guilty for not being able to handle ten minutes on her own with a boy. Suddenly all she wanted was to be alone. She waved Jenna back to the dancefloor, turned on her heel and walked away, fervently hoping the boy wasn't going to persist further and follow her off the floor.

But girls who looked like Cat didn't get down-time in clubs. Guys openly leered at her as she went by and the bartender optimistically served her the moment she arrived. Cat found an unoccupied table but within minutes the most alpha of the nearest group of lads had walked over and started talking to her. Cat was so overwhelmed by this point that she didn't even really hear what he was yelling but her body language should have frozen his nuts solid.

Suddenly two drinks landed on the table and an even taller guys squared up to the first one. He grabbed his shoulder and basically told him to go away. Cat sure hoped this next knight in tarnished armour wasn't expecting gratitude, because she absolutely hated feeling like the spoil of some macho brawl. Why couldn't everyone just fuck off for like, five consecutive minutes? Cat mutely cursed the dress and Jenna's assurances that they would have a great night. She never had a good time at clubs and this was why.


What Cat could remember about her childhood had involved her drunken father, Sean, regularly beating the shit out of her mother, Grace. He was eavy handed in his discipline towards his daughter too and Cat learned fast to be obedient and wherever possible, invisible. To Cat's infantile gaze, her parents' relationship was a battle of wills that her mother invariably lost. By the time Grace had finally got the two of them to a refuge she was a broken down and listless husk of her former self. They had been at their tiny walk-up only a couple of months when some court papers mistakenly revealed this new address to Cat's father. He had turned up late at night and forced entry before Grace could raise the alarm, whereupon Cat had hidden in a cupboard. She had huddled their while her father told her mother once again how useless and worthless she was, how she would never escape him and how she had brought everything on herself. Rhythmic thudding punctuated by yelps and pleas then communicated to Cat that they were coupling. She had learned at a very early age to stay the hell away from her parents' room at such times. Cat put her fingers in her ears and bit the inside of her cheek to keep her from giving way to noisy, childish tears.

"Catherine... Catherine? It's OK, it's just Daddy." The bare chested form her her father half staggered into the tiny kitchen. Cat could see a small sliver of him through the edge of her cupboard door. She removed her fingers from her ears and hugged her knees to keep from shaking hard enough to give her location away. She held her breath, expecting him to fling open her cupboard at any moment and snatch her away. Instead her father went from room to room calling for her, before finding the front door ajar and assuming she had fled through it. Cat heard him clattering down the stairs and finally forced herself to move. Her legs felt numb from crouching so long but panic propelled her into her mother's bedroom, gently calling her name.

Grace lay sprawled on her back with her legs spread wide and something milky oozing from in between them. She had been punched in the face and throttled with such force that she was almost unrecognisable to her daughter. She wasn't breathing. Grace was so utterly still that Cat knew she was never going to breathe again.

Cat crept to front door of the apartment and debated what to do next. If she knocked on a neighbour's door her father would hear her. He would know where she was and that she knew her mother... was dead. Displaying incredible presence of mind for a small, traumatised child, Cat went down one floor and hid in a closet where the super kept cleaning supplies. When she had observed her father's jeans going past the keyhole, back upstairs, Cat raced down to street level and hammered on the super's door. Minutes later, the police were called. Sean went to prison and Cat went into a group home. She had had to give evidence by videolink but everyone had been so nice to her. Her court chaperone had promised her daddy would never again be able to hurt her or anyone else if Cat was brave enough to tell the truth.

Cat subsequently failed to settle in any foster home with a male authority figure. As her male classmates had blossomed into hormonal teens at school, not to mention at the group home, Cat had simply withdrawn from them. The prospect of dating and retaining any boundaries or control with a guy became ever more unlikely to her as boy after boy hit on her or tried to date her. Some of them even tried to assault her, knowing she was a foster kid with no father or big brothers to seek revenge. Now she was drinking occasionally it disturbed her greatly that the moment she was even slightly tipsy at a party, bar or club she was considered 'fair game.'

Nothing she had experienced thus far had convinced Cat to cede an inch of ground where her precious 'cherry' was concerned. Keeping it unmolested had somehow become a full time occupation requiring a supreme and unwavering force of will. Going from the group home to her flatshare with Jenna, Cat had a modicum of privacy these days but she had never been tempted to play with herself. Women's sexuality just seemed to make them victims. Well, not women like Jenna but certainly women like her. She wanted to keep that whole facet of herself a closed book until such time in the dim and distant future when a genuine guy took the trouble to date her slowly and allow her to grow comfortable with him, to trust him. But it seemed that for every nice guy there were at least three arseholes determined to elbow him out the way.


Cat drained her drink and prepared to walk away - again - when a drink was pushed towards her. Vodka tonic, what she was already drinking. So now she had her very own stalker displaying pre-meditation. Fabulous. The guy was much older, which always pissed her off from the get go. What the hell were older men even doing here if not to hit on drunk co-eds? She eyed the drink warily and then with great reluctance met the gaze of its purchaser.

"Hi, I'm John."

How thrilling for you.

"Cat." She snapped, before staring off into the middle distance to convey her distinct lack of interest. Rejecting guys out of hand could be hazardous. Cat had learned to stick to the 'polite but firm rebuff' and it usually worked for her.

Usually.

"Don't worry. I'm not trying to hit on you, but I do have a proposition for you. It is an opportunity for you to make a lot of money."

Well that at least was a new one, if utterly repugnant. Her lip curled with disgust as the sleazeball had the audacity to draw closer to her. "I'm sorry, it isn't like that."

Of course it wasn't. Cat rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest defensively, crossing her legs for good measure. If it 'wasn't like that' this guy was doing a whole lot of superfluous ogling. Cat began to snap that she wasn't interested but he talked over her.

"Look, I'm starting a new enterprise in the chemical industry and am looking to hire an assistant to help make sales on the weekends. We can discuss the pay if you like but I would prefer it to be commission. What do you think?"

He sipped his drink but Cat made no move to join him. Could be a roofie-colada for all she knew. Once the penny dropped about his 'new enterprise' she actually laughed at him. The utter absurdity of his proposal made her drop her guard and forget to be cautious for a moment. Besides, she had to yell at him to be heard over the music and she'd had a long hard night of fending off morons. It felt good to shout back for once.

"You want me to deal drugs? What, do you have a meth lab in your kitchen? Are you fucking insane? I'm not even a college student, I just go to night school."

Cat tried to keep a brave face on while she surreptitiously scanned the heaving mass of bodies behind him for a bouncer or Jenna.

Never again. Fuck this. Cat was never going to a club again. Not till she was a wrinkled hag of ninety who couldn't even hear the music!

John paused for a full moment, sipping his drink slowly and calculating. This bitch was an ice queen who could teach the Grimm brothers a lesson or two, and she was growing colder and more distant by the second. He ranked his alternatives while maintaining eye contact.

1. He could just turn and walk away. It was the safest bet, but then he would loose the precious pill already deposited in her drink. So that was a no go.

2. He could back off and try to cover up his story. But judging her apparent intelligence she would see right through a lie.

3. The best bet was to plunge in head first. Open up and admit everything, well almost everything.

Ultimately it didn't really matter what he said. As long as he kept here there in front of the drink, she would eventually get thirsty enough to take a sip.

"Okay Cat." He began slowly. "I admit it. I need someone to help me sell my drugs. But don't worry, I don't deal in cheap shit like cocaine. My product is much more refined. And I don't need you on the street corner peddling this stuff. What I need is a runner to deliver it to my distributors."

The loud music and the pressing crowd began to make John nervous. He was having to yell just to be heard across the small table, and too many people were close enough to eves drop on their conversation.

"What do you think?" He asked as he finished his drink. He was having to walk a fine line because the longer he kept her the more likely she was to drink, but it also increased the odds of her calling for back-up. Finally he settled on a risky move because he had to do something.

He inched his hand across the table towards her drink. "Well, if you aren't going to touch it, I hate to see my money go to waist ..."

"... What I need is a runner to deliver it to my distributors."

"And you thought some random girl in a club would be just perfect for that?" Cat shot back.

"What do you think?" He finished his drink and glanced rather pointedly at the one he had bought her. Cat wasn't enticed.

"I think that if this is how you do business, you'll be in jail by this time next week." She surmised acidly.

Bachelor number... well fuck knew at this stage of the evening... then reached for the drink he had bought her. "Well, if you aren't going to touch it, I hate to see my money go to waist ..."

Cat was never one for letting guys buy her drinks because they always expected something in return. The last thing she wanted to be was 'indebted' in any way. It irked her at times how much Jenna managed to subsidise her own disposable income by letting guys do this but it never landed her in trouble. Not in trouble that she didn't want anyway. Jenna had no clue who her genetic father was but her step-dad had basically groomed her mother to get to her. Five years later child protection services had removed her. Her mother had been indifferent and neglectful, so it had been extremely easy for her step-dad to bribe her into silence with treats and attention. He even had her convinced that their degree of intimacy was normal for quite some years. Jenna's revealing of 'their little secret' to her social worker had seen him jailed. Now she still thrived on attention and praise, making her promiscuous and increasingly disillusioned when she was utterly incompatible with guys... or girls, in the cold light of day. She told herself she was 'just having a good time' but at her core she was deeply unhappy.

Cat snatched the glass up and took a long pull. This might be the worst guy in the building to accept a drink from but in her eyes she was long overdue some form of compensation for the shit she had to deal with. Plus if he had been going to drink it himself, it had to be OK. Maybe she should just listen to his bullshit for a little longer and score another round. If she moved away someone else would only hit on her and this guy at least wasn't stupid enough to think that Cat would find him attractive.

"What can I say. Bullshit makes me thirsty." She smiled sweetly. Once. For a couple of seconds only. Then she was back behind her hastily erected exoskeleton of withering sarcasm. "You know what, forget what I said. You've clearly got your shit together." Her tone was one of light banter rather than inviting confrontation but it was abundantly clear she thought the guy was nuttier than squirrel shit.

John's heart pounded in his throat. Having played his last card, he was sure that the ice queen would prove impenetrable. But then at the last second her facade shattered. Her thinly veiled sarcasm mattered little to him now. Step one was accomplished. Now all he needed to do was keep her within his line of sight, and the closer the better.

He returned her smile, and somehow managed to not display overt glee at her drinking his concoction, making it seem that his happiness was only a result of her warming up to him, if you could call it that.

"Don't worry about my shit." He responded. "Besides, it's Friday night and I'm sure you didn't come here to talk business. At least not dressed like that." He nodded to her dress.

"You said you're taking night classes, what are you studying?" He asked, attempting to return the conversation to safer, more normal ground. As he did so his eyes flicked over her body, checking for physical signs of the drug. But her chest showed now change in breathing. He looked at her neck to see if a pulse was visible, but from this angle and in the darkened corner it was impossible to tell. He longed to reach across the table and let his fingers feel the vein in her throat, but managed to restrain himself. Finally he returned his gaze to her eyes and sadly saw that there was no change in the dilation of her pupils.

Had the pill simply dissolved into nothing? Did the alcohol overwhelm the subtle complexities of the drug? His mind raced to calculate what could have gone wrong, but came up with nothing.

While she noticed no difference in taste while sipping her drink, when Cat reached the bottom of the glass there was something... a faint metallic aftertaste that gave her momentary pause. She scrutinised the bottom of the glass but could see nothing suspicious.

"... you didn't come here to talk business. At least not dressed like that."

That put her on the defensive again. Like it was his fucking business what she wore. For once no scathing riposte dropped into her consciousness, so Cat was forced to make do with; "It's a free country." Which even to her sounded petulant and puerile. She then realise she was pouting. Did she pout? Did she actually do that, like, regularly? Wouldn't she know?

His voice sliced into her train of thought. "You said you're taking night classes, what are you studying?"

"Law. I work at a law firm with my roommate, Jenna. So one of these days I could put you in jail." Cat smiled at her own wit and then caught herself a few seconds later. She did not want to smile at this guy! Cat shook her head slightly and the room swayed violently. Bad idea. Maybe she had drunk that last one a little fast. She looked over to the restroom some yards away. "I need a piss." She announced before blushing, mortified at herself. "Thanks for the drink." She said with an air of finality, heading to the restroom before she disgraced herself further.

When she'd queued up for a cubicle Cat sat down on the toilet and attempted to regroup. She was feeling a little queasy and fine motor skills required more concentration than usual. She tried to calculate how many drinks she'd had. Well, including dinner and getting ready at home, quite a few. She was suspicious of feeling woozy after accepting a drink from... well she'd forgotten his name but he was definitely dodgy as fuck. Time go home. Cat unzipped her arm-bag looking for her cellphone but it wasn't there. Shit. Where the hell had that gone? It was about the cheapest smartphone money could buy but that didn't mean it was no big deal to replace it.

Dammit.

Cat finished up and then slicked on some more of the dark red lipgloss. Then she tottered out on her heels and started looking for Jenna.

Her threat caught John off guard. This is a mistake. He thought. But it was too late to back out now. He needed to get as much data from her as he could then dump her quickly.

He did notice with some relief that while she wasn't slurring her speech there was a noticeable change in her tone. She was definitely more brazen after her drink, but unless he was mistaken it almost felt like she was toying with him. Damn the mind games kids play these days. I didn't even like them when I was that age, much less now.

As Cat rushed off to the bathroom John noticed that she seemed a little more wobbly than she aught to have and stood up to follow her then realized there was no way he could do that. He might have risked it if there weren't a line out the door, but as it was even Cat had to wait her turn. At least something was happening, though what exactly that something was, he had no idea.

Returning to his seat John noticed a cell phone resting on the edge of the seat Cat had just vacated. He reached over to pick it up and considered browsing through it, but decided to keep an eye on the bathroom door lest his prey try to make an escape so he slid the phone into his pocket.

A few moments later John noticed the red headed friend head out the door on the arm of one of the frat boys. What is taking that bitch so long? He wondered. Finally after what must have been at least 15 minutes Cat wandered out of the bathroom looking slightly lost and began scanning the dance floor. John stood up and moved through the crowd to Cat.

"Your friend just left." He had to yell over the thumping music. His hand grasped her upper arm firmly to keep her from falling over, which seemed very likely all of a sudden.

"Ouch!" Her response to his firm grip seemed just a little bit delayed, and quite a bit of an over reaction. So he chalked it up to acting on her part, never once considering that her nerve endings could by hyper sensitive all of a sudden. Had he considered this a possibility he would have realized that it caused not only an increase in sensitivity to touch but also overloaded her inebriated brain and therefore caused a delay in her response time.

"If you want to catch up with her you've got to move quickly!" He spoke as he dragged her toward the door, knowing that the red head was probably long gone by now. But if Cat was going to pass out he wanted to handle the situation under his terms, and not with hundreds of prying eyes around.

As they exited the bar one of the bouncers cast a long glance at the pair. But Cat either had no objections to what was happening or just didn't process the opportunity in time and the door swung shut behind them.

"I saw her leave with a frat boy wearing a high school varsity jacket." John said. "Do you see them anywhere?" He asked, wondering how he had made it this far without much of a protest. His grip had loosened, but his hand was big enough and her arm small enough that his fingers could encircle her bicep and still leave a small gap.

"I think I see them over there." He pointed toward the parking lot and began dragging Cat toward his car.

She hadn't taken more than a few careful steps towards the dancefloor before the dealer guy was shouting in her face and grabbing her arm. She didn't immediately react to this obvious danger but when she did realise he was gripping her it was with a pained yelp. To her it felt like he was squeezing with all his might and in her panic she didn't even register that he was holding her because she was swaying. By the time she had her head together enough to try pulling away from his grip he was propelling her across the room and she didn't know where.

Jenna had left? She wouldn't do that without telling her surely, they always made sure one another were OK. Then again, there had been the odd occasion where she had hooked up with a random that she was ashamed of. Jenna wasn't particularly discriminating after a skinful of vodka and sometimes she didn't want untouchable ice queen Cat seeing who she fucked.

"If you want to catch up with her you've got to move quickly!" He insisted, half dragging her to the door. Cat was too disoriented by this to immediately react. Her arm hurt like hell. Why was he hurting her? The door swung shut, reducing the club noise and she suddenly felt very vulnerable.

"Let g-"

"I saw her leave with a frat boy wearing a high school varsity jacket. Do you see them anywhere?" He was pulling her along and Cat didn't even register when his grip loosened. She scanned the car park but couldn't see anyone she knew.

"No, I-"

"I think I see them over there." He was pulling her again and Cat couldn't see anyone at all in the direction they were heading in. It took her a few panicked seconds to process all this and start struggling but her limbs weren't really obeying her. He was going too fast for her short drunken legs in their heels and Cat overbalanced. He caught hold of her and his arms went around her. Cat started writhing but she knew it was pointless. She hyperventilated, her cries of "Let go of me!" completely unintelligible and slurred into his shirt. Oblivion rolled in on her like a thundercloud and she passed out in his arms, retching as sudden nausea roiled in her gut.

"Shit!" He swore loudly as he caught her, hugging her to his much larger body to keep her from slumping to the ground.

"Dammit!" His voice echoed across the parking lot as he felt her body convulse and his shirt was suddenly wet from her vomit.

His little experiment had been a complete waste, and to make it worse she had just become a major liability. He had no idea how much alcohol she had consumed that night, but there was no way he was going to take her to the authorities. There was only one place he could go. Fortunately his car was not far away so he half dragged half carried her to it, not even realizing that one of her shoes had slipped off. Getting her into the passenger seat felt a little like stuffing a sleeping bag into its sack because her body had become so limp, but he managed to do it without banging her head against the door or causing any serious harm.

Only when he reached to clip her seat-belt did he realize that her dress had ridden up above her waist. The temptation was too great for him to not run a hand along her slender thighs.

I wonder if she can feel any of this? He thought as a finger probed between her legs. Oh my god! I think she is a virgin!

The smell of bile brought him back to the situation at hand and he stowed his fantasies for a later date. He climbed into the driver's side and drove off toward his laboratory, wondering how he was going to get himself out of this one. He couldn't keep her forever. But she sure as hell wasn't going anywhere for the rest of the night. He might as well rape her because no one would believe him even if he didn't ...

He allowed a free hand to roam over her body again as he drove through town, but prevented his fingers from entering her again. Instead they probed her chest and tweaked her nipples. She still didn't respond, but he again wondered if that meant she could feel anything or not. When he finally arrived at the remote trailer house he pulled her out and hefted her into his arms to carry her inside.

The property had come with minimal furnishings: an oven, a fridge, a dish washer, a couple of chairs in the kitchen and a coffee table in the front room. With no where else to put her, John settled her on the floor of the bedroom. The smell of puke emanated not only from his shirt but from her dress as well so he pulled them both off and dropped them in a sink to soak.

Perhaps if I woke her up I could still get some data out of her before the drug wore off he thought. But I can't let her get away. So he grabbed an extension cord that had come in with his chemistry set and tied her arms with one end and legs with the other. The knots were tight and wrapped around each limb several times but it was a long enough cord that she could still move either set of appendages independent of the other and several feet of slack still spooled next to her nearly naked body. Then he retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge and a chair from the kitchen. Sitting next to her head, he leaned over her and slowly poured the contents of the bottle onto her face, neck and chest.

She came to her senses slowly, feeling cold and clammy. The chill air against her barely clad body was a riot of sensation for her hypersensitive skin. Her nipples ached and she knew she was damp between the legs. Before Cat could pull together enough of a train of thought to be concerned about this however, freezing cold water splashed down onto her face. The shock to her synapses was such that it felt like her face would freeze solid and then fall from her skull to shatter on the floor. Her neck and throat had fingers of ice around them and water was pouring into her open, startled mouth. It took a long moment, until she was coughing water reflexively but Cat finally opened her eyes and began threshing on the floor.

Her hands and feet were bound. She was undressed and bound.

What the fuck was going on?

As the water cleared from her eyes she gazed up and saw a man looming over her from the chair he sat on. She didn't immediately process who he was. The fog hadn't yet cleared from her drunken brain. It was like thinking through treacle.

There was a bed in the room but she wasn't on it. Yet he had undressed and bound her.

Cat officially gave up trying to figure out what was happening.

Dealer guy! It was the dealer guy.

Fuck.

Unable to much consider what she was about to say, Cat's train of thought basically exited her mouth verbatim.

"I don't have any money or any family. If you're hoping for a ransom or something you are shit out of luck. Why am I naked but on the floor? My tits ache and my... what have you done to me?" Cat scrunched her face up as she forced herself to ask the question. "Why am I here? What do you want? Jenna... Jenna will be worried sick. She will call the police. My friend. My phone... I lost my phone." Cat trailed off without appearing to consciously decide to stop speaking. Her green eyes stared up at her captor, her wrists wriggling against the knots to test them.

Beneath the dress Cat wore a black bra and thong. She was just five feet tall and so her B cup breasts looked generous enough on her slender frame. They were crowned with nipples delicate and pale, in colour that exactly matched that which rose on her cheeks when she flushed. Currently, they nestled bullet hard, scraping against the cup of her bra. Her skin was so fair it looked like a stern glare would bruise it. Her strawberry blonde hair, a little longer than shoulderlength, fanned out in dark, damp fronds that betrayed a natural wave. Beneath the thong, her tiny pussy was framed with fine hair as smooth as silk and slowly getting slick as her lips protested at the recent unprecedented intrusion. Her body was so hypersensitive that she didn't need to be mentally aroused by what had happened to her.

John stood from his chair and placed his feet on either side of her head. When she was on her feet he had towered more than a foot above her. Now that she was flat on her back he stood like a tormenting sky scraper erected over her. And speaking of erections ...

Standing on her hair prevented her from wriggling and he found the sensation of complete control over his victim to be strangely arousing. He had never ventured into the darker recesses of his id simply because he'd never had to. His vanilla sex life with his wife was fulfilling emotionally and physically. So who knew what kind of monsters lurked in there. For a brief instant he wondered if he should feel some sort of sympathy, but he didn't. Probably because she's going to charge me with raping her anyway, so I might as well be guilty of the crime. He thought without even considering the fact that he was exhibiting the tendencies of a sociopath.

"Thank you for telling me that you don't have a family." He leered at her. "And don't worry about the money. That's not what I'm after."

Bending over he ran a finger along her collar bone.

"I'm after something much more valuable than money. I want knowledge."

His finger moved up her neck.

"And I wouldn't count on being rescued by your friend either. She went home with a complete stranger, so she probably won't even notice you missing until tomorrow afternoon. By then I will have sent her a text from your phone telling her you've gone camping with someone you met at the club. That's going to give me at least until Monday, possibly even Tuesday, to get everything I want out of you. And trust me, I'm going to get a lot."

His hand returned down her neck and plunged beneath her bra, quickly finding the rock hard nubs of her nipples.

"As for you being naked, I blame the fact that you vomited all over your dress. Really you should be thanking me. I don't normally do laundry for people I've just met."

Even whilst being undressed by her new friend Carl, Jenna had an unshakeable feeling that something wasn't quite right. Her mind wandered while her body responded to Carl's beautiful hands and tongue, slowly peeling her clothes and inhibitions away. But as her body slid gently toward orgasm, her mind was holding her back. I am needed, I am needed, she thought. Cat is in trouble.

He was so tall. His booted feet came down either side of her head and pinned her hair. Cat hadn't yet discovered just how much slack there was between her bindings but even if she had, there was nowhere for her to go. She couldn't outrun this giant as far as the door in her current condition. From her vantage point Cat could clearly see the swollen flesh pressing against the crotch of his jeans. She knew before he even spoke that he was going to rape her, the triumphant malice in his eyes was clear even to Cat's addled wits. There was no mercy in that gaze; no fear and no doubt. Aside from malevolent lust his countenance was utterly cold.

"Thank you for telling me that you don't have a family."

Shit.

"And don't worry about the money. That's not what I'm after."

He bent down and reached towards her. Cat whimpered and flinched but all he did was stroke her collarbone. Wherever they were he felt safe from discovery; that he had all the time in the world.

"I'm after something much more valuable than money. I want knowledge."

That stumped her and Cat was too wasted to even attempt hiding her profound confusion. What the hell did she know? Psycho must have the wrong fucking girl!

"I don't know shit." She hissed, turning her face away as his touch moved up her neck. That was a bad move, because she arched her neck for him, intensifying the sensation of him touching an already sensitive area. Her nipples tightened again, their soreness drawing her attention to this fact.

"And I wouldn't count on being rescued by your friend either. She went home with a complete stranger, so she probably won't even notice you missing until tomorrow afternoon. By then I will have sent her a text from your phone telling her you've gone camping with someone you met at the club. That's going to give me at least until Monday, possibly even Tuesday, to get everything I want out of you. And trust me, I'm going to get a lot."

"I don't know what the hell you're on about... you've got the wrong -ah!"

Completely ignoring her, his huge hand delved into her bra and groped her tits. Hard fingers closed around her nipples and squeezed.

"As for you being naked, I blame the fact that you vomited all over your dress. Really you should be thanking me. I don't normally do laundry for people I've just met."

The jolt of sensation was such that it overwhelmed Cat completely and she doubled over. A deep pulse answered in her loins, making her yelp with the total shock of it. The quality of that yelp, its pitch and tone greatly disquieted her. There was an undeniable edge of arousal to it, something she could not comprehend given how fervently she loathed and was repulsed by her attacker.

The adrenaline and cortisol spiking in her veins from naked terror didn't seem to be doing anything to dampen her traitorous body's responses. if anything it was just adding another layer of sensation to the mix and kicking things up a gear but poor Cat was not to know this.

Why was she responding to this animal? What the hell was wrong with her? This being Cat's whole sexual frame of reference, she had no answers with which to reassure herself.

John noticed both of her reactions. It was becoming quite obvious that her physical perception of the world had become quite distorted. Was it possible that this was one of the effects of the drug?

"Don't worry Cat." He said, patting her cheek gently and being sure to observe her reaction as he tested his hypothesis.

"You've already told me everything I need to know." Straightening up he unbuckled his pants and stepped away just long enough to let them fall to the floor along with his boxers. Then before Cat could react he was over her again, this time kneeling over her torso so that the warm flesh of his now exposed cock pressed against the bottom of her bra. He rested the weight of his body on her pelvis, pinning her down again.

"Now I just need to test out what you've told me to see if it is true." As he finished this sentence his hand moved down her arm to a spot just above her elbow. His fingers gave a quick pinch, then he sat back to observe her again.

It was a strange sensation for him, to be so aroused while maintaining such emotional distance. A cold calculating side of him was beginning to stir, and he felt like an explorer discovering a whole new world of possibility within himself.

Even the pats to her cheek caused her an intake of breath, slightly delayed but unmistakable. No wonder Jenna preferred to fuck while drunk, if this was the effect it had on her.

But then her mother had been find of a drink, yet she had never reacted to dad like this. Dad was a bastard but then, so was this guy.

"You've already told me everything I need to know." He announced enigmatically. Cat didn't even attempt to follow him. This guy was clearly completely unhinged.

She tried to move when he began disrobing but pinned by her hair as she was, it was a fruitless endeavour. Somehow she couldn't simply lie there waiting to be violated, however futile her struggles. His bare cock looked utterly monstrous to her. The idea something that size could force its way into the tiny channel capable of hanging onto a tampon all day was just ridiculous to her. He sat on her pelvis and his dick reached all the way to her bra strap. The feeling of his genitals resting on her made Cat's skin crawl.

"Now I just need to test out what you've told me to see if it is true."

He reached behind her, took hold of her bicep and pinched. Cat had been so prepared for him to untie her ankles and rape her that this abrupt change of tack threw her completely. She gazed at her assailant in total stupefaction until a searing jolt of pain made her shriek, her eyes instantly watering as her arm cramped with excruciating pain. She began shivering as violently as her bonds would permit her, descending into a stake of shock, her breath coming fast and shallow.

For the first time that night, terror at the thought of the rape of her virgin pussy had just been totally eclipsed.

The feeling of his exposed cock against her bare skin sent thrills of pleasure up his body and he had to bite his lip to stay focused on the task at hand. Sure he was going to fuck the shit out of her but he had no idea how long the effects of the drug would last and he needed all the data he could squeeze from her before it wore off.

"Awww, did that hurt?" He mocked.

There was no mistaking the delayed reaction, much less the over reaction. His victim was definitely experiencing hypo-neuronic activity, but where there any other physical effects? Her breathing seemed fairly normal, taking into consideration that she knew she was about to be violated. But what's her pulse like? He wondered.

Reaching a hand up he pressed two fingers against the jugular vein. Her heart rate was accelerated, but then again she was under a lot of stress.

I wonder if she has an increase sense of pleasure, or if it is just pain? He thought to himself.

Then, out loud, he spoke. "How does this feel?" Keeping his fingers on her throat he reached back with his other hand and stroked her exposed clitoris. What he didn't realize was that as he twisted his body around the hand on her neck shifted slightly so that his thumb pressed against her windpipe.

His lips twisted into a sardonic grin, although Cat was far too busy desperately blinking tears out of her eyes to appreciate it. Unable to wipe her face, she was now half blind.

"Awww, did that hurt?"

She swallowed hard on the urge to scream, 'No shit!' at him. The fight or flight response she currently couldn't utilise was fast giving way to the recklessness of the condemned and it took everything she had not to give way to utter hysterics. They weren't far below the surface though. Her body dewed with a cold sweat that just made her shiver more violently.

"Is... is that what you want?" She stammered, desperate to get any kind of handle on what this nutjob's fucking agenda was - aside from the obvious. "Y-you want to hurt me?" She sank her teeth into her lower lip to keep from tacking 'you sick fuck' onto the end of her enquiry. If he wasn't wholly beyond reach; if he still retained a shred of mercy or conscience, it made sense not to alienate him further... and sense was in pretty short supply.

She tried and failed to shrink away from his hand as he took her pulse. Cat was trembling so much she wondered at his being able to discern anything.

"How does this feel?" He reached back and parted her lips just enough to give his middle digit access to her clitoris. Despite the pain he had caused her, Cat was still moist down there and she flushed scarlet as he started stroking her, unimpeded by any dryness. Something that had been latent, like a background noise unheard until it rose in pitch, began to stir lazily in her abdomen. Cat's clit felt huge and swollen and was throbbing gently in time to her racing heartbeat. Her aching nipples throbbed in answer. Cat tried vainly to keep her expression neutral but she was too far gone for artifice and the sensations were all completely new to her. The idea that this man felt he could justify abduction and sexual assault because her clit hadn't got with the programme utterly revolted her but somehow that had no impact on the physical effects caused by his ministrations.

The thick fingers on his other hand slipped from beneath her chin and his thumb came to rest on her throat. Thinking that he was about to choke her, Cat sobbed, her whole body tensing in abject fear. These momentary rigours only served to augment her arousal however and her pussy actually clenched, causing a fresh rush of wetness.

Despairing of her utterly incomprehensible arousal, Cat emitted what could best be described as a low keening sound, before turning her face away and refusing to look at him. It was the only form of negation of which she was still capable. She wanted to scream at him how utterly vile he was but how could she do so when her body was responding like this? He would laugh in her face.

Because he would be right.

Why was he right? How could that possibly be so?

John understood Cat's physical reactions perhaps better than she did. Though he was not experienced with non-consent, he knew enough to tell when a woman was turned on. And this girls throttle was wide open. Her arousal only added to his own, and a steady trickle of clear pre-cum oozed out of his shaft as he removed his hand from her neck and used it to pull away her bra. Even he was surprised at how easily the fabric came away from her skin.

"That's enough." He said. If I don't fuck this girl I'll loose my fucking mind.

Then he stood up and as he did so he wrapped his hands around her neck. First his fingers pinned her down as he lifted his weight off her then they pulled her up to her feet. John wasn't particularly strong or muscular but he did try to visit the gym at least a few times a week, and compared to her petite frame he was a veritable giant.

One arm quickly snaked around her neck, pinning her in a loose rear naked choke that put pressure on her windpipe but still allowed just enough air to keep her from passing out. With his free hand he reached down and pulled her panties down, exposing her entire body to the air. He noticed the goose bumps that spread across her body and found them strangely attractive.

His rigid cock stabbed into her back as he maneuvered her across the room. Pulling on the extension cord, he forced her arms to raise above her head before he flung her onto the bed. The springs screeched in protest as the old mattress absorbed her weight and bounced her into the air again. By the time she came to a stop face down on the mattress John was already on top of her. He raised her hips until she was on her knees. His thick meat pressed against the back of her thighs, probing them and prodding them open despite the cord that kept them closed.

"Tell me how much you like this bitch." John growled as he felt her fluids flow between her thighs and onto his shaft.

"And don't pretend that you don't." He warned as his hands gripped her waist.

"Because I'd hate to get rough with you." His shaft still hadn't entered her swollen pussy lips. Instead he pushed it along them, letting her drooling liquids coat his spear with her natural lubrication and enjoying the way she trembled every time his hardness rammed into the bottom of her clit. His fingers pulled her ass cheeks apart.

"Mmmm, look at that tight little hole." He moaned. "I think I'll poke it first."

Then he plunged his middle finger in.

He ignored her question. Cat hadn't really expected anything else. At least he hadn't taken offence. He stripped her bra off and tossed it aside.

"That's enough."

Cat took his admonition to mean that he didn't want her sobbing like an infant. With a few deep breaths and swallows she valiantly tried to keep her emotions under control.

He gripped her neck and pulled her to her feet by it. Cat was in no position to defy him. The thought of this psycho having control over her next breath was simply horrifying. She wasn't sure if her legs would actually bear her weight but she was on them for such a brief period of time that it swiftly became irrelevant. He yanked down her thong and then pretty much propelled her across the room with nudges of his slimy cockhead. He lifted her arms up and then tossed her bodily onto the bed. Cat hit the grubby old mattress face first. He put her on her knees and she began to cry into mattress, able to guess what his next move would be. His dick nudged against her slit and she squealed, fearing it was about to be forced in.

"Tell me how much you like this bitch." He snarled "And don't pretend that you don't."

He gripped her waist and rubbed his length along her lips, silently mocking her by illustrating how wet she was. He seemed to take particular pleasure in rubbing his cockhead over her clit and feeling her body jolt at the sensation. "Because I'd hate to get rough with you."

Once again Cat was utterly incredulous at this guy's fucked up logic. She took a moment to gather herself and expunge all traces of arousal from her voice. Then he pulled her arsecheeks apart and jammed a thick finger into her arsehole.

"Mmmm, look at that tight little hole." He moaned. "I think I'll poke it first."

After a brief pause she cried out then and this time there was no undercurrent of pleasure. Her rosebud was tight, tiny, bone dry and the sudden entry of his digit stung like hell. Cat had been so petrified for her poor pussy that it had never even occurred to her that there could be something else he was more interested in.

She realised she was about to be anally raped without having verbally withdrawn consent. Yes, she had been abducted, tied up and forced. Yes, to anyone with three sane braincells to rub together it should be fucking obvious she wasn't happy to be there. At no point had she actually opened her mouth and categorically uttered the word 'No' however. It suddenly became vitally important to her.

Cat forced her voice to become calm and non-combative. "I do NOT like this, ok? You abducted me. You have brought me here and assaulted me. I don't want to be here. I want to go home. I DO NOT want to have sex with you. I am telling you NO. I DO NOT consent to this. I want to call the police, because you have tied up and won't let me go. If you let me go though, I won't need to call the police. I won't need to do anything, because you will have listened to me and let me leave. That's how consent works. Please just let me go."

"I do NOT like this, ok? You abducted me."

John was caught off guard by how quickly Cat seemingly regained composure. Especially considering what he was doing, and was about to do, to her. It unnerved him. Are the drugs wearing off? He wondered.

"I don't want to be here. I want to go home."

But even though his mind struggled to comprehend the new developments, his body quickly reminded him that it had an agenda of its own.

"I DO NOT want to have sex with you. I am telling you NO. I DO NOT consent to this."

No matter what she said, there was no denying the fact that his cock was well lubricated with her own juices. Nor was there any denying how her body had trembled when he had touched her. Her clit had been particularly responsive, and her nipples had also betrayed her arousal.

"I want to call the police, because you have tied me up and won't let me go. If you let me go though, I won't need to call the police. I won't need to do anything, because you will have listened to me and let me leave. That's how consent works. Please just let me go."

His body had stopped moving and he listened to what she had to say, and may have even considered it for the briefest of instances. But something in her voice, something in the way she said 'please' was just too much for him. His penis actually twitched when she pleaded with him and another dose of pre-cum oozed out.

"Don't fool yourself." He replied. "Do you really think I believe you won't go to the cops after everything I've done to you? " As he spoke he slowly withdrew his finger from her ass, then pulled his dick from between her thighs.

"But I will say I admire your initiative. So as a reward I'm going to give you a choice. But you must decide quickly or else I'll be forced to decide for you."

For the first time since she had woken up he was no longer touching her.

"You have until the count of five to tell me which of your holes you want me to violate tonight." He spoke quickly.

"One." In conjunction with the count his hand flew, smacking against her raised butt cheek. The sound of flesh on flesh brought out the newly awakened monster inside him. His blood began to boil and goose bumps raised all over his skin as he felt his temperature rise ...

"Two." His left hand mirrored what his right had just done. His heart rate, already accelerated from arousal, went into overdrive. Blood coursed through his body, most of it headed to one spot ...

"Three." Again with the right ...

"Four." Left ...

"Don't fool yourself." He replied. "Do you really think I believe you won't go to the cops after everything I've done to you?"

Well it hadn't been herself she had been trying to fool. Unfortunately her assailant just wasn't quite raving tonto enough. Terrific. Cat felt him remove his finger and warned herself not to start hoping for anything resembling mercy.

"But I will say I admire your initiative. So as a reward I'm going to give you a choice. But you must decide quickly or else I'll be forced to decide for you." He stopped touching her completely but instead of deriving any kind of comfort from this, all Cat could do was wait for the punchline. "You have until the count of five to tell me which of your holes you want me to violate tonight." He spoke quickly and the first slap landed on her arse before Cat had even assimilated the question.

"One."

Oh Christ, he's really going to rape me.

Cat gasped at the shock of the unexpected impact, her body surging forwards and away from him.

"Two."

Will it hurt more to have my hymen busted by that grotesque appendage of his or for him to put it... elsewhere?

This time the blow was expected and Cat's mind was fully focused on the terrible choice she had.

"Three."

At least my pussy is wet. My bottom isn't wet at all. Pussies are designed for this.

His open handed slaps were so forceful she had to brace her knees to keep them from giving way. Her buttocks were getting hot and an echo of the pain and shock was resonating elsewhere. Cat swallowed down an utterly unexpected moan. No way was she gratifying this monster by vocalising it.

If I choose the hole, is that some form of consent? No! I haven't consented to anything. The guy's a lunatic.

"Four."

Shit!

"Pussy!" Cat uttered the word loud and clear, so he couldn't capitalise on any possibility of confusion. "You sick fuck!" She hissed.

While she wasn't currently mistress of her physical and sexual responses, Cat had no latent urge to have sex of any description, let alone a specific desire for her captor that the drug still flowing through her veins could enhance. Her natural sex drive was virtually zero, unless you counted the occasional naive wondering about some celebrity or other. Sex was still an abstract concept to Cat and you can't truly crave what you've never experienced. So she wasn't an ideal test subject for this complex hit, because it had caused an almost total dichotomy within her in terms of what she personally desired vs what was being inflicted upon her sexually.

A thin smile spread across John's lips. His hand hung, suspended in the air above Cat's ass, heavy with the potential of what a fifth slap would entail. His rigid member stood at full attention as if it was admiring the red welts that were forming in front of it. It even strained a little as if trying to extend itself beyond it's natural length in an attempt to draw closer to it's prize.

Perhaps he had imagined it, but the way she had said "Pussy!" was just as urgent and lustful as if she had begged him to fuck her. In his mind she had just given him all the consent he wanted. Not that imagined consent or the lack thereof would change the outcome.

Again his hand fell, but this time no number accompanied the sound of her ass being spanked. Grasping her hips John pulled her back toward him. Again his cock pricked the back of her thighs, but this time with no teasing in it's intent. His aim was true and the soft head slipped between her velvety lips, compelled onward by the throbbing shaft immediately behind it. His hips pressed smoothly in, applying constant pressure as he dick inched its way into her warm moist body.

He paused when he felt her wall of virginity. But his pause was not one of mercy, for her to prepare herself. It was an analytical analysis to sate his own curiosity. First he mentally noted how deep in his cock was and how much more of it there was to go. Then he pressed against the wall, softly at first by steadily and gradually applying more and more pressure so as to determine the exact amount necessary to burst through.

The hole time this was going on, his hands continued to move as if of their own free will. They alternated back and forth, taking turns spanking the young round ass cheeks before them. But these blows were less sever than the previous ones as it was obvious his mind was in another place. Between each blow he would spread her cheeks apart and moan. Occasionally he would mutter something like.

"Ohhh yeah. Look at those two little holes."

The fifth smack landed on her backside and seemed to resonate through her body as confirmation of her pussy's sealed fate. He did not hesitate, immediately pulling her hips back and angling his monstrous dick to enter her instead of tease. Cat began hyperventilating and sobbing at the same time, a high pitched staccato of resignation and despair. The tears came thick and fast now, splashing down her face and taking her mascara and eyeliner with them.

"Aah!"

Reflexively, she tried to lurch forwards as his thick cockhead pushed past her lips and started stretching her walls. He had fast hold of her however, even as he rained more slaps down onto her buttocks. Her arse felt hot and swollen and the cold sweat of naked terror that doused her skin as he violated her just heightened these sensations. When he stopped she knew he had reached her hymen and the gradual increase in pressure he then exerted swiftly began to madden her. She had a wild urge to just thrust back and spoil the moment for him. Now that she knew there was no possibility of deliverance, all she could now hope for was for it to be over.

Cat surged forward, forcing a deep breath of air into her lungs. Then before he could react or she lost her nerve, she slammed back with all her remaining strength and impaled herself on his rigid shaft.

"FUCK YOU!" She screamed. "Fucking psycho rapist coward smacking around little girls! You are fucking pathetic!"

She the burst and rush of blood as he ripped through her virginity and seconds later the pain of forcing her virgin pussy onto him made her swallow hard with nausea. It hurt like hell. She started to shake violently, hyperventilating and descending into a state of shock now that she had brought who knew what down on her head by thwarting his moment of triumph and calling him a coward. She basically became a human vibrator.