PixieDust (closed)

[The_J0k3R]

PixieDust

By the_J0k3R and YIPI

Warning: this story contains graphic depictions of college-age drug and alcohol abuse, coercion, bondage, hallucinations, violence and rape. Proceed at your own risk.

A note from the_J0k3R: Special thanks to StFornicate for allowing me to use his idea and jumping-off point for this story. I found the idea irresistible and am happy he allowed me to put my own spin on it, as I very much enjoyed reading his versions of the tale. This story has been written privately, and has been edited and now presented here for your enjoyment. Thanks for reading, and feel free to send comments to either myself or YIPI (rather than posting in the thread itself). Special thanks also to my co-writer, YIPI, as this obviously would not have been possible without her gratuitously debased contributions.



Part 1: Cat and Mouse

Chapter 1: Hook

Things had been going quite well for Tommy McBride lately. The unassuming college student, a chemistry major and bit of a nerd, had concocted a very potent aphrodisiac drug. Demand quickly skyrocketed, and Tommy wasn't sure just what to make of it. He couldn't realistically produce a lot of the stuff by himself.

But, he could produce enough...

It was a mixture of cocaine, MDMA, marijuana, and Viagra. The real trick was in the compound that he used to mix it all together, which heightened significantly the effects of each drug, while fusing them together. Realistically, it meant that small amounts of those illicit drugs would be worth a lot more and go a lot farther. It created a potent sex-trip effect, lowering inhibitions while raising sensual awareness. All those effects were amplified when the pill was ground up and snorted.

Tonight, there was a big party at one of the frat houses. It was Halloween, the ideal setting for him to sell his little sex pills, as it was a simple thing to slip through the crowd, whisper offerings, and slip pills in pockets for twenty dollar bills. Even better to be anonymous, costumed, masked. This particular batch of the drug, which had garnered the nickname "Pixie", was quite potent. Tommy was proud of his concoction, and couldn't wait to see the drug do its dirty work.

He wasn't a big bulky athlete, but he wasn't a pudgy nerd, either. Just an average, fit college dude. He didn't stand out in the crowd, which was a good thing, when all he wanted to do was blend in. His hair was maybe a bit on the shaggy side. He was taller than most of the girls, but not the other guys. Being Halloween, he was in costume, a Mad-Hatter-esque ensemble of old-style suit and top hat, with a Phantom of the Opera mask to conceal his face.

It didn't take long for him to get rid of most of the pills he brought with him as he moved through the party. He didn't really know a lot of people there, but that didn't really matter. He was hoping to find an adventurous lady or two to share his last few pills with…

*****

Erica Collins had only been on campus for two months when she started hearing stories circulating about a wild, potent sex pill. The journalism major was looking desperately for a way to impress the senior staff with her writing chops and while she was a pretty green reporter she knew a story. Some people raved about the magic pill, all the benefits of sexual power and incredible energy with little downside. And others, particularly young freshman girls like herself, had discovered the less pleasant effects mixing it with alcohol could cause. The most tantalizing piece of information was the rumor that a student was making the pills. Erica was a bit shy by nature so she hadn't made many friends yet but one of the girls on her floor who raved about the magic pills had told her there'd be a party tonight. All Erica’s questions led her to believe that the brunette was interested in trying it for herself…

Erica had arrived to find the house practically vibrating with the music pounding from the inside. She easily gained entry to the party - being young and pretty didn't hurt - and made her way inside. She'd dressed as a ‘Spy’, able to wear her tape recorder without suspicious looks from others. She was petite, 5’3” without the two inch heels she wore, and while puberty had hit late enough to make her self-conscious, it had hit hard. She had perky full breasts, and most people noticed the 34DDs on the petite girl first. Her hips grew from a tiny waist to a plump, firm pear-shaped rear. She was self-conscious about her thick thighs, despite assurances from friends that they fit her frame, the green eyed 18 year old didn't agree.

It was easy to blend into the crowd, nursing a solo cup of punch and chatting, flirting a little. The right timing of asking questions about the newest party drug led her to more information taped on her audio recorder, and to a particular man. Multiple people told her to ask the masked mad hatter if she was looking for a good time, and finally she spotted the likely candidate. Could this be the supplier and creator?

*****

As Tommy wandered through the party, he kept an eye out for everyone he’d already sold PixieDust to. It was, of course, an incredibly unscientific way of judging the effects of his latest batch, but this particular field of study didn’t exactly lend itself to laboratory testing.

His memory served him well, in this instance. He never forgot a face, even if he might forget their names, and the varied and often flamboyant (and sexy) costumes left enough of an impression that when he spotted one of his earlier customers, he had a very good idea how long it had been since they had greedily gobbled down his illicit concoction.

Here and there, he spotted his dirty work doing its dirty deeds. A couple aggressively making out on a sofa, getting handsy with each other with little care for any surrounding eyes. The girl in the kitten outfit on the dance floor grinding on some guy who had no idea how lucky he was going to get. The poor guy in the corner whose date had run off with another girl, and whose hard-on wouldn’t subside, but he was enjoying the scenery anyway in a state of bliss. Those two girls heading up the stairwell together…

But he had yet to find a girl for himself. And while he would stick around for a while to document the results of his labors, his hopes of finding his own companion for a Pixietrip for the night seemed to be diminishing. He went and got himself a beer…

Having spotted him, Erica casually trailed the stranger as he seemed to be observing the party, which was taking a slowly more and more sexual tone. Couples getting frisky and wild with each other and strangers. She wondered about those who less than willingly fell under the effects, but didn't stop to do anything. It was a choice she'd later regret making. She saw the masked Mad Hatter head for the beer and walked over to fill her cup. She'd been sipping water but one drink couldn't hurt and it'd help her blend in. “I love your custume. Masked Mad Hatter, very fun.” She'd made sure her tape recorder was on as she walked over there. “What's your name?”

Tommy was in the middle of taking a drink when the spy-costumed girl next to him spoke up, complimenting his costume and asking his name.

“Well thank you,” he said, leaning in towards her, and letting his eyes feast on her faint bit of exposed cleavage. Significantly less exposed, he realized, than most of the busty girls at this party. Interesting. And she was busty, he could tell. He was immediately attracted. Could this be his own personal experiment for the night?

“I’m the Mad Hatter of course,” he said, coyly. “At least for tonight. And who might you be?” he asked her, circling around her a bit as he did, playing up the part.

She'd shown a tiny bit of cleavage, and usually dressed to conceal her ample curves, otherwise she'd stand out like a sore thumb. All night so far, eyes had been doing what his did now, studying the exposed, deep line of her bust. Most turned quickly to a more exposed girl but he stayed. Mayne with some flirting then she could get the information she needed.

“A spy never reveals her name.” Erica said with a smile, letting him circle and study her. The tight black top and black leather pants had come from a thrift store since she'd never wear something like this usually. “I suppose you can call me Alice then, Mad Hatter.” Erica teased back, taking a sip of her beer as he studied her. Warm and gross, but she wanted to blend in.

Tommy smirked, even as he reached into one of his many coat pockets and produced a semi-transparent capsule, showing it to her for an instant before hiding it again.

“Oh, honey, you are not hardly Alice, not yet,” he said to her.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Chapter 2: Line

Tommy watched her eyes trace the capsule in his hand. There was something about her, that he found familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. Was she in a class with him? He wasn’t sure. Probably not, unless it was a big lecture class.

Erica had been able to take some pictures of the little pill when she'd found a floor mate in her dorm holding them so she knew on sight she'd found the right thing. And in all likelihood the right guy. “Is that what I think it is? That's supposed to be really hard to find.” Gushing and a little stroking of the ego usually worked well. “A girl on my floor is hooked, swears she's going to find the creator and do whatever it takes with him to make it easier for her to get pills. I've never seen one I'm real life, oh she'll be so jealous she didn't come tonight!” It was an act, but she was a pretty decent actress. “How did you manage to get one?”

Tommy nodded, listening to her talk about the girl from her dorm, and chuckled, wondering who that could be. “It has gotten quite popular, hasn’t it? I happen to know a guy…” he said, trailing off a bit before stopping to take a drink of his beer. He winked at her.

“Who knows a guy…” He took another drink, pulling the pill out once more.

“Who knows the guy…” He was standing behind her now, holding the capsule in front of her, inches from her face. “Or so he says. I think he’s just trying to jack up the prices on me though.”

He smirked. “I do hope this magic little fucking pill isn’t all you came to this party for, though,” he said, as he started to pull the capsule away from her and moved it towards his own mouth!

Erica watched intently as he maneuvered around her, showing off the little pill that had everyone abuzz. “A game of telephone then...that's what Stephanie said, the girl on my floor. Nobody seems to know who this mysterious He is...it's even more interesting than the pills themselves really. Love a good mystery, but one without an ending is so… unsatisfying.” Erica could feel his body behind her own, that dangerous pill so close to her mouth. Trying it wasn't part of her plan, but If she could confirm he was the one and perhaps try it in private… that'd make a good story. And she wouldn't have to risk making poor decisions. “No, of course not. I love getting dressed up. Halloween is my favorite holiday. Can't resist a good Halloween party. Just curious, I've never tried it and well...it's clear a lot of people here have.” She turned, facing him, curious if he sampled his own product. He had to be the creator, and couldn't be using it so much and still be able to create the pills. Perhaps she was wrong though and he did sample, the quality was, apprently, rather high after all. “What did you come here for then? Enjoy getting to be another person for an night?”

“It’s always fun to be someone else for a night,” he responded. “Shame Halloween only comes once a year. And you really should try it at least once. Who knows, you might find you like being able to let go.” He looked her up and down. Her skin-tight outfit hugged and accentuated her curves in a way that Tommy was rapidly finding irresistible.

“But I’m really here in search of a… companion, for this little Pixie adventure tonight. You seem like the curious type. Maybe the answers you seek are all hiding in this little capsule, hmm?”

“Oh, very curious...I'd like to know more about the person I'm going on an adventure with though.” She wanted facts to use for the story, not banter. He was quite handsome though. Perhaps she would try it, but leave. She didn't want to lose total control.

He leaned in close to her and spoke softly into her ear. “From what I understand, it works even better if you snort it.”

“Really? Why do you think that is? I hadn't heard that one, I thought most pop them. Or well, I've heard rumors about mixing with alcohol. I'm pretty curious about it.” She smiled as she whispered in his ear, touching his arm. “You know a lot about it.”

He nodded. “You could call me a connoisseur,” he said with a smirk and a wink. She was intriguing to him, to be sure. It was rare for someone to ask this many questions when it came to Pixie. Typically, it was a quick interaction, an exchange, and a walking away.

Which begged the question: why was she so curious in the first place? He pondered it for a moment, but her hot breath on his ear and her hand lingering on his arm left a stronger impression.

He turned and faced her, standing dangerously close to her, her impressive bust just brushing against his own chest. His hand found her arm, but didn’t grab. “Snort it with me, and I’ll tell you everything I know about it,” he said, a devious look in his eye. He wasn’t going to let this one get away.

Erica had a choice. She knew in her gut this was the guy. Everything she'd studied and researched and that gut instinct she was just learning to use screamed he was. Was it a stupid idea to use his pills with him when she knew some people had an experience like sex trip gone wrong? Yes. However she wanted her story and this was it. “Alright… but you'll answer all my questions? You seem to know a lot and like you said… I'm curious.” Erica let him touch her arm, letting him crowd up against her, even stepping closer so they were flushed. He was broader than her by far and taller, and even if she was intimidated, this was her scoop. She'd just have to get her answers and leave, that's all. She didn't want to be one of the people who'd had a negative reaction, compliant sexual arousal and blackouts didn't sound like her dream. She figured she could make this work.

“Alright, let's do this.”

Tommy smiled, and took her hand in his. “Very well. But… I’m going to need you to answer my questions as well. Deal?” he asked, as he led her away from the sweaty crowds and the loud, heavy music, and down a hallway. It didn’t take long for him to find a bathroom, after opening a couple different doors in the hallway that wound up being dorm rooms. One of them even had a couple screwing inside!

Erica followed him through the crowd, poking her head into rooms. She'd never seen anybody fucking in real life before and was shocked. They both looked half out of it yet the power of their actions was frightening. She'd had one high school boyfriend and they'd had sex a few times before leaving for college but nothing like that.

Once in the bathroom, Tommy locked the door behind them, and produced two of the capsules from an inner jacket pocket, along with a credit card and a short plastic straw.

He pulled off his mask, and immediately set about his work. “I’m Tommy, by the way. Tommy McBride.” He broke open the capsules and dumped the contents onto the black marble countertop, after wiping down the area with a towel. He used the old credit card to start scraping the fine white powder out, creating two lines from each pill…

The bathroom was well lit and clean for being in a frat. She now knew his name though, and knew her mini “fake” audio recorder had captured it. A perfectly normal thing for a “Spy” to have on them. God, she loved Halloween.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Chapter 3: Sinker

Tommy picked up the short straw, and looked down at her. He still didn’t know her name, he realized. He would find out. His phone buzzed in his pocket. “Dammit,” he swore, pulling it out to check it real quick. As he did, he quickly swiped to his smartphone’s camera app, switched it to video, and hit the little red button to start recording. He slipped the phone into his shirt pocket; it peaked out just a bit, enough for the little camera to see everything in front of him.

“So this is real easy,” he explained. “Take the straw, into one nostril, use you thumb to hold the other shut, and then sniff in as you drag it along the line. Like this,” he said, and did his own line of Pixie, snorting it up hard in a single go. He switched nostrils and did the other, and then handed the straw over to his companion.

Erica had never snorted anything. She'd tried pot once at a party and mostly felt itchy and sleepy and that'd been it for her experience with drugs. She let him cut the lines and snort it first so she could copy him. Erica kept telling herself this was all for the story and it'd be worth it. She'd impress the senior staff and earn herself a column and maybe even get a dangerous drug off the streets.

Erica leaned down and snorted the line after her internal pep talk. It stung, and she clutched her nose and winced at the strange feeling. It burned and felt so gross and her nose scrunched in displeasure. It slowly stopped burning though, and she relaxed. “Wow. That was unpleasant… so, question time. I want to know about what I just took. How'd they come up with the idea for it?”

“Well, we…” Tommy started, and then stopped, catching himself. “Well, from what I was told, whoever came up with this stuff…” Tommy sniffed, getting more of the remnant powder in his nose up into his bloodstream, “well, I guess they liked ecstasy, you know?” He could already feel it kicking in. “But they wanted something more… Aggressive, out of it.”

Erica had never really used drugs and already she felt a little strange. He'd been so close to an admission and yet so far. “So a more aggressive ecstasy. That's an interesting idea. “ Erica wiped her nose with a tissue, feeling a strange sensation from snorting the pixie dust. “It must have been so difficult to create. I bet the creator is a genius or something, new party drugs don't just happen every day.” A little praise perhaps to draw him out. She might not be aware his cell in his shirt pocket was taping but he didn't know her mic was either.

Tommy took a deep breath, and looked at his new companion. “You never told me your name,” he said.

“Sorry, it's Erica. Erica Collins. Just started here this fall.”

“Nice to meet you Erica,” Tommy replied, sniffing again, trying to clear all the powder from his nose up into his bloodstream. He immediately felt the coke turning him on, buzzing his head to a manic life.

“I’m not sure exactly what all goes into it,” he lied, “but from what I’ve experienced when I’ve done it before, it’s definitely a rush, and there’s some kind of ecstasy thing in it…”

The music out in the party was loud, and from where they were they could barely hear it. The bass was heavy, though, and as the first rushes of Pixie started to hit them, the feel of the bass was something that coursed through them in a way Tommy had never felt before.

“Whoa,” he said, “that’s new…”

All of this was new to Erica. She had no experience with this and the heady feeling was quite a rush. Her mind was buzzing and her blood felt hot in her veins. He wasn't wrong with it being a rush. “It certainly feels strange…” She could feel the bass in her bones.

“Oh come on, You definitely know more. I get the feeling you do. You seem smart, clever at least. I'm so curious about it...and I told my floor mate I'd ask around. She really wants to meet the person who made it. I bet you could make that happen.” She was almost positive he was that person. She needed confirmation though and soon, she really should make sure she was home before the drug took more of a hold. She already felt so strange.

Tommy smirked a bit, closing his eyes as he felt a rush flood through him. This batch was exceptionally strong, he realized. Already, the ecstasy was making its presence felt, tingles vibrating through him.

“He’s a… very private person. But, I know he appreciates certain feedback on his work.” A plan was hatching in his mind. “Maybe here in a bit I can take you to meet him?” he suggested, as his feet started tapping to the beat.

“Well, I think in a bit I wouldn't make the best impression. Perhaps we could meet him now?” Her body felt like to tingles and vibrations were rolling up her like waves. Her hand gripped the sink a little as she stepped forward for balance. Maybe the beer earlier to blend in wasn't the best idea. She felt a little dizzy, like the world was moving too slow and she was going warp speed. This drug was wrong. She wanted to record her thoughts on it but losing him when she was this close was foolish.

“Now, though, I am really feeling the need to enjoy this music,” Tommy said. “Come on, let’s get a drink and you can dance with me. That’s what Pixie is all about.”

“Alright, I could use some water. Let's meet him first, then one dance.” She suggested, placing her hand on his arm half for flirtation and half for balance.

He noticed her having difficulty with her balance, and he was quick to slip an arm around behind her, easily stabilizing her small frame against his.

“I’ll have to message him and see if he will come out here. He might not be too keen on the idea, though,” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket. He quickly sent a text to a buddy, asking if he was coming out to the party because some girl was asking about him.

Her line of questioning was insistent. In the back of his mind, warning bells were going off. Something wasn’t adding up.

“Well, hopefully he is. I wouldn't want to let my friend down. She's got this crazy idea about...well, she's a bit more open than I am. She's such a good friend, I thought maybe I'd try something new with them, you know? She's so insistent on it being him though.” Lies, but perhaps drawing him into a confession with the hint of being able to have a three-way would work.

Tommy glanced down at her as she spoke, and felt a rush of blood to his loins as his brain processed what she was insinuating. Her story just wasn’t adding up, but he couldn’t put a finger on it.

“Alright, so a drink? I feel really warm.” Her body tingled at the contact with his, a strange excited feeling as he tucked her smaller frame against him.

“A drink, absolutely,” he replied. “You’re right, it is warming up…” He unbuttoned a couple buttons on his shirt and looked at her. In that tight outfit… she would soon find her clothing to be quite restrictive.

Erica frowned slightly as he unbuttoned his shirt, wishing her clothes weren't so warm. It was good costume for hiding in plain sight the assumed fake audio recorder but it felt tight and hot. She wished like a lot of the girls she'd worn less, but she was much too modest to have done that. She could feel sweat on her skin.

He led her back to the party, ensuring constant contact with her. Possessive, almost.

Leaving the bathroom was a bit of a blur. His hands helped support her, tingly legs feeling like a baby giraffe, into the packed crowd. She was feeling hotter and hotter, and the crowd didn't help that, of how her mind felt like it was buzzing.

Tommy wasn’t going to let her slip away, although he was getting the impression that she wasn’t going anywhere. She clearly had an agenda in regards to the PixieDust. He smirked. She would be finding out all about it in short order

 

[The_J0k3R]

Chapter 4: Booze


They came to the kitchen, where Tommy grabbed a beer out of the fridge and then looked around for something for her. “Here, how about some fruit punch?” he suggested, knowing full well it was strongly spiked but that the alcohol was very well masked.

Before she knew it she was in the kitchen and he was handing her a cup of punch. She might be a freshman but she knew not to drink punch...but she didn't see any water, and the sink was so overflowing with bottles and can you could barely reach the faucet. “This isn't alcoholic, right?”

“Of course,” Tommy replied.

She sipped it to test. It felt so nice and cold, sweet, like an icy miracle in her mouth. Erica couldn't taste the heavy amount of alcohol and practically chugged the cup. The cold drink felt so nice as sweat built on her skin. “Thanks.”

Tommy watched her gulp down the punch, well aware that it was quite heavy on the alcohol… but quite willing to deny it to her. When she finished it, he took the cup. “Another?” he asked, turning his back to her to refill the cup. This time, though, with a swift, deft movement, he pulled out a small plastic tube, which was filled with a white powder.

His personal stash of cocaine. He tapped a decent amount into the cup before filling it with punch, and had already hidden the tube away again before turning back to face her and handing her the cup.

“Here, drink up, cool down a bit,” he suggested, taking a drink of his own beer.

Erica knew to watch a drink being prepared. However, he was right in front of her so she relaxed and her mind felt like buzzing bees. She didn't trust him, she knew he was the creator in her gut, but the coke and ecstasy were making her so hot the drink was too tempting. “Thanks. I wish they had water cold but it's good they have something for people who don't really drink.” She said, clutching the glass and following his Instructions. She gulped half of it down with a sigh, smiling in relief relief as she fidgetted a bit as the drugs coursed through her. The drink had a weird feeling on her throat but she figured that was from earlier.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he checked it. “Hmm. Looks like our ‘friend’ isn’t much interested in coming out to this party.” He looked at her, his mind buzzing, thoughts skittering in and out. “Maybe we should go pick up this friend of yours and go meet him?”

The news was disappointing to Erica but expected. “I don't know if she'd want to meet you though, she's so picky...she really wants just her, me and him. Maybe I should go home then… sleep this off. Take a shower… a cold water. That sounds so good. I mean, since he isn't coming out. I feel pretty… strange.” Time has switched, everything was moving fast and she was slow. She had no tolerance for this and rarely drank, and she was petite. Her eyes unbeknownst to her had slightly glazed over. “Are you hot too? I feel...buzzy.” Erica giggled almost drunkenly, before finishing the drink in desperate thirst.

Tommy raised an eyebrow at her explanation. He was about ready to call “bullshit” on her story. He really wasn’t buying it now.

“Home, huh?” he asked, leaning back against a counter and crossing his arms. “I thought you wanted to know more about Pixie?” He smirked, looking at her, studying her. His body felt alive in a way it never had before. This was definitely his best batch ever. He sniffed again, hard, savoring the feeling of the drug in the back of his nose, the sensations coursing through his body.

“Well, yeah I do but...if you didn't create it, how much more can you know?” Erica asked him. Why did she feel so hot? Was this normal? Her body felt like a firework. And for some reason every time she shifted it felt good, like really good. Inappropriately so.

“Besides,” Tommy said, “there’s no sleeping on Pixie.” He leaned in closer to her, his breath hot in her ear as he explained: “it won’t let you. I think it might be the cocaine.”

When he leaned in she could feel his breath on her skin, it felt so cool to her overheated body. “No sleep? I've heard sometimes people do. You must have heard some of the stories..” About the people, mostly girls, passing out. She suspected alcohol played a part, but she knew pixie was involved. “I don't feel tired...Maybe I shouldn't have taken that stuff...cocaine is way too hard of a drug...only a little was in there right?” Erica leaned back against the counter with a sigh, everything felt so weird it was good to still. If she couldn't get confirmation she ought to head home...sleep it off off if she could. Work on her story tomorrow.

“Just a little bit,” he assured her. Nevermind that the amalgamation amplified the effects of all the drugs involved. He smirked. “I think the way it’s all mixed together makes it a lot stronger than the… sum of it’s parts.”

He stepped closer to her, standing in front of her. His hands moved to her hips, his fingers grazing over the waistband of the skin tight black pants she was wearing, and then trailed up her side. He knew full well the power of that simple light touch, under the influence of Pixie.

“I have heard some stories, yes. I think those girls either took more than one dose of Pixie, or were on other things. Drank too much.” His fingers trailed over her hand holding her now empty cup. “I could see them passing out in response to a particularly strong peaking experience,” he said, his hands leaving her suddenly.

Erica blinked and he was right in front of her. How'd that happen? Then he was touching her waist and it felt shocking. Like really, really good. He was so much taller than her and broader, she felt safe and weirdly, intensely hot and aroused by the slow touch. It didn't make sense, it wasn't a big deal touch, but it felt so strange. She felt like jello in his hands.

She hummed softly, swaying just a little between him and the counter as he trailed to her hands. Taking her cup made her pout, she felt so warm. “You think they passed out because they came?” She was too shook up by the drugs to word it cleverly.

“I’ve seen it happen,” he told her with a wink. His phone was buzzing again. He checked the message, and then looked at her.

“He wants to meet you,” he said.

Erica had no intention of leaving the crowded party with him. It was foolish to and even with her brain addled she was disinclined. She knew he was the guy, she just need confirmation. Then she'd slip away and deal with this heat and fuzzy feeling. Her core felt wet yet there had been no foreplay. It was insane.

“Okay...first, I've got to go. Bathroom?” She could look him up on the student page and quietly record her observations of the drug before slipping away.

“Sure, no problem. His place isn’t far from here,” he said. “Here, have another drink,” he said, refilling her cup with more of the potent fruity beverage, and handing it to her.

She took the cup once he'd refilled it, compliant with his suggestion she drink another. It felt so good going down, but she wished she'd eaten dinner with how weird her stomach felt. It must be be the drugs...no way was this delicious drink to blame.

His hand found the small of her back and he was happy to lead her back down the hallway to the bathroom they had snorted the Pixie in earlier.

The hallway was was a blur, the noise deafening and the music rushing through her. The bass felt like it was shaking her bones and her core. Erica knew she ought to head home. Usually a hand on her butt irritated her, with how plump and pert her butt was, a hand on the back usually felt like a slick move before a grab. She barely noticed besides how good a touch felt.

He opened the door for her, and gave her butt a little playful swat as she went inside! He followed it with a wink when she looked back at him.

The swat made her gasp, surprised and less then delighted but the wink made her giggle. She was so high right now it was funny.

Finally she closed the door, instantly grabbing somebody's glass and gulping down a whole thing of water. Now, sober she'd be more careful but she was high and more than a little drunk. As quickly as she could she Googled him on her phone to see what she could find out. Honor roll, chemistry student… definitely the guy. Erica leaned against the counter wobbly legged and pulled the recorder out to speak into it. What she thought was a whisper was in fact a normal speaking voice. “Tommy McBride, chemistry student. Supplied me with a pixie, snorted it. He's comfortable with using the straw and credit card trick from movies, took it a minute before me. He's got to be the one behind the popular pixie, everything fits. Description from multiple buyers and users, his face and his costume match.” Erica went on to describe the sensations she was feeling as as she dabbed a towel on her sweaty skin.

“Symptoms include...heat. I'm burning up, I feel so hot right now. I've never been this hot before. Sweaty, definitely. I… need to find a polite way to explain how hot I am. My pussy is the worst, I feel like if I straddled an iceberg I'd melt it. Really hot. My… my clit is engorged a bit.” She'd slipped a hand down the front of her pants, touching herself through her ruined panties. “I've never been this wet. No wonder people have lot of sex on this drug. I really want my vibrator right now. Seriously. I can… actually smell how incredibly aroused I am. These pants are going to be a nightmare to clean.” She shook her head to clear it, sliding her hand back out. “I can't focus. It's irritating, but that's why I've got to get this down. I doubt I'll remember all the ways this feels. So fucking hot. I… feel like I'm vibrating, buzzing. Sometimes I feel like I'm going too fast or too slow. I thought I saw a light in the corner of my eyes, but I can't be sure. It's like a trip. A really warm trip.” She said breathlessly, wiping her face down again.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Chapter 5: Revelation

As he was standing next to the door, waiting for Erica to finish up, Tommy’s ears perked up as he heard her talking. Was she on the phone?

Then he heard what she was saying.

Was she… investigating him? His heart raced. His drug-addled mind came sharply into focus. This could not be happening. He could not let it happen. He needed to make sure that what she now knew was never revealed. He’d lose everything he’d been working for, and he didn’t fancy going to jail.

He pulled out his smartphone and did a quick search on her name. The results confirmed: journalism major, writes for the student newspaper, just a couple of published pieces.

He felt a rage building up in him. It was an odd sensation, coupled with the chemical joy the Pixie was flooding him with. He fought to retain control. He understood now they were playing a game of cat-and-mouse. Now… he had the upper hand.

He knocked on the door. “Hey, you okay in there?”

The knock startled her and she almost dropped the recorder. She had forgotten where and who she was with for a moment. “Yeah, sure!” Erika quickly used the bathroom and washed up, wiping her face again with the cold water before she opened the door. She stumbled forward a bit, smiling shakily. “All set.” Now she just had to set up an Uber and ditch him and get home. She could ride this out with lots of water and a toy.

“Good,” he said, his hand immediately finding her, stabilizing her unsteadiness.

“You still owe me a dance,” he said to her, smirking as he guided her back to the crowds and the music. “Don’t think I forgot. Or… Do you need another drink first?”

Erica nodded, she had promised that. And she was complicit enough not to argue or make an excuse. One drink didn't sound too bad. One dance didn't. She was thirsty and needed something cold, the water from the bathroom helped but it wasn't cold like the punch. “Drink please. I can drink it while we dance, I know it'll be so hot in there.” The writhing pressed mess of bodies dancing in the living room.

His hand trailed down her back, his fingers grazing over the upper curve of her butt. His mind replayed snippets of what she had been saying in the bathroom, about a threesome. He looked down at her as they walked together, noticing her spy outfit “utility belt”. Was that a tape recorder? He quickly suspected that it wasn’t a prop.

For Erica, his hand barely registered besides more heat, the rush of people in the halls was so disorienting.

Tommy guided her back towards the punch bowl, letting her lean against the counter while he poured her another cup. He knew that between the Pixie and all the booze he’d fed her, at this point, she wasn’t going anywhere very fast.

“Here ya go,” he said, offering her the cup. He found himself a new beer and took a drink.

“You look a little unsteady there. That Pixie treating you all right?” he asked her, a devious glint in his eye.

Erica leaned heavily against the counter, sighing a little as she did. She felt so dizzy...it wasn't so bad when she was still but now it was worse. The cup swam a little before her eyes, lights streaking in her vision as she shakily grasped the drink. It looked so cold…

Erica tried to take a small sip and spilled some on her top. “Aw..” She mumbled, looking down at it pouting. She was so thirsty… maybe more punch would help.

“Need a little help there?” Tommy asked, watching as she spilled some of her drink on her top. “Looks like we’ll need to find you a new top,” he said.

“Here, let me help,” he said, his hand closing around hers, taking control of the cup. He set his beer down and his other hand, cold from the icy glass bottle he’d been holding, grasped the back of her neck.

Erica practically mewled like a kitten at the touch of his cold hand to her neck. It felt amazing, so cold and skin to skin.

He raised the cup up to her lips and tipped it back, before she could even issue a protest, and poured the strong bright red liquid into her mouth and down her throat, making her drink all of it down, gulp after gulp.

Erica gulped and gulped to get it down, eyes wide. She was so thirsty, but this was too much. She sputtered once it was all gone, looking at him.

Controlling her like that was a huge turn-on for Tommy. He could feel his cock stiffening in his pants. “One more?” he asked, pulling the now empty cup away.

“O-okay. I'm thirsty...but slower?” She'd almost gagged or choked on all that punch.

“Sure thing,” he said, enjoying this way too much. He refilled her cup and didn’t even let her hold it this time, again grasping the back of her neck to tip her head back, and he raised the cup to her lips.

He started out slower, letting her get a few easy gulps in, but then raised the cup up even higher than it had been before. His grip on the back of her neck ensured she couldn’t pull away at all, as he forced her to drink the whole cup down in a single go!

Erica couldn't move, which she didn't mind at first with the little sips, but then he flooded her mouth with the punch. She couldn't swallow it all and sputtered a bit, desperately gulping the drink down.

Some of the powerful red liquid had dripped down her chin and into her cleavage. “Looks like you lost some there,” he said as he pulled the cup away, and in the next instant he had his face shoved between her tits, licking up the red punch from her skin!

Erica shifted, trying to get away as his face was suddenly buried between her breasts. She was dizzy and confused and it felt so, so good even though she didn't like it.

They had attracted some attention, and a couple guys getting beer laughed at their antics. Tommy pulled his face out from her cleavage.

“I think a beer would really cool you down right,” he said, taking his bottle of beer and bringing it up to her face, his other hand this time grasping the front of her neck as he forced the bottle past her lips and into her mouth, pouring the beer down her gullet!

“N..” but her no to the beer was cut off as he forced the bottle into her mouth and held her throat with his hand.

He held the beer bottle bottoms-up, forcing the beer down into her mouth and throat. Unlike the punch, the alcohol was strong and obvious, and he held the beer bottle deep in her mouth, nearly to the back of her throat.

“Drink up Erica!” Tommy teased her, still holding her in place, his hand on her neck massaging and squeezing, forcing her to gulp it all down…

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” came a chant from the watching group of guys.

Erica was forced to accept the unyielding glass bottle into her mouth, his hand too firm and her legs too shaky. She choked on the cold glass, eyes bugged a bit as she squirmed.

She gagged as it pressed into the back of her throat a bit, sputtering beer as she coughed and choked. She couldn't help but drink the beer, gagging and slurping it down. The chant rang in at the edge of her mind as she gagged and forced the beer down.

Tommy laughed at her sputtering the beer across her cheeks as he forced it to glug down her gullet.

Finally, though, it was empty, and he pulled it out of her mouth and tossed it aside.

“Come on,” he said, glaring at her, his demeanor drastically changed. “You still owe me a dance,” he said, and the guys watching howled their approval as he pulled her off the counter…

 

[YIPI]

Chapter 6- Dancing

Chapter 6: Dancing

Erica gasped for air as he removed the bottle, leaning forward a little bit weakly. Erica was so completely caught in the drug's and drinks hold that she didn't even notice his demeanor change.

She was sort of dragged beside him, the howls fading in her head as the bass beat pounded. She still felt burning hot and needy, dizzy and confused. All of a sudden they were on the dance floor, so many bodies around them.

Tommy knew the alcohol was doing her in. In combination with the Pixie, she was rapidly approaching a state of uselessness.

He got her out into the crowd of people, sweaty, dancing, throngs of college students. His hands found her hips and he very quickly had her plump ass pressed right into his crotch. His cock rapidly stiffened up nicely, and he wasted no time in letting his hands wander her body as he forced her to grind against him. He groped at her luscious full tits and squeezed her ass, his hips humping her from behind as he molested her…

Erica groaned when he drew her against him in the crowd. She didn't want this, she didn't feel like dancing and certainly not like this or with him. Yet she was dizzy and her legs felt like lightning bolts which made walking more difficult. She was quickly more and more at his mercy and unable to think.

“I...what? No?” She stuttered, grunting as he held her firmly and molested her body as he ground against her. Each touch made her hotter and hotter, and she could feel his cock burning her through the layers of clothes. She wanted cold and sleep and home, not this touch and crowd. At the same time, her body craved touch.

Tommy grunted in pleasure as his hands freely roamed over Erica’s voluptuous, Pixie-addled body. He knew the kind of feelings his touch would elicit within her. He was enjoying them as well.

His hands had gravitated to her leather-clad derriere, grasping, squeezing, groping, even venturing to press his fingers rather firmly down between her buttocks. His fingers dug in under her pants waistband.

Erica squeaked we he began gripping her ass, trying or shift away as he pressed his fingers to her firmly. It scared her, and yet every touch felt good. It was terrifying to have both sick opposite sensations going.

“Have you guys seen the ass on this bitch?” he asked a couple of random frat boys nearby, immediately drawing their attention, and then he promptly tugged her pants down, exposing her butt to everyone around, and gave on cheek such a loud, firm slap that it jiggled for all to see!

His words took longer to hit her, delayed by her addled brain. She tried to stagger away when he pulled her pants down, mortified even as it felt so good to get some air on her sweaty hot skin. “Ow!” She slurred, yelping at the slap as she tried fruitlessly to pull her pants up. Thankfully she'd worn her usual modest, innocent panties. Black, this time, thankfully making the incredibly slick spot less noticeable. Even with the modest cut her plump perky ass looked good, her cheeks peeking out the bottom and jiggling. It had hurt, but it all felt so strange.

Tommy grasped at her exposed butt, squeezing both cheeks firmly in his hands before once again pulling her in to hump her butt as he “danced” with her.

Erica tried flailing and reaching for her pants but the drugs made her dizzy and weak and the drinks made her uncoordinated and even weaker. She was only standing at this point really because he was holding her up, even as she gasped as he began humping her ass again.

“You guys gotta check out these tits too,” he said, his hands finding a grip at the bottom of her tight shirt, and pulling it up, covering her face with it and holding it there, tightly behind her head with one hand while the other reached up to grab ahold of one of her large breasts and squeeze heartily.

She sputtered and slurred out a protest that made no sense when her shirt was suddenly pulled over her head. Erica couldn't see a thing through the black fabric, and despite trying to get free she couldn't. Her pants were down to her thighs and her top was up, vulnerable. Even as she began to silently cry from this it still felt good, her mind and body warring as he fondled her breasts. A simple plain bra to match her panties, her large breast more than filling his hand as he grasped her.

Tommy laughed as he humped her, his cock rock hard in his pants now. He turned to one of the guys next to him that was enjoying the little show. “Wanna turn?” he asked, before stepping aside to let the frat boy get up on her, large hands pawing at her tits and ass, an unfamiliar crotch rubbing up on her butt. Cheers went up around them, and Tommy laughed again, lost himself in the Pixie rush.

She was handed off to another guy, and then another joined in the fun, multiple sets of hand pawing at her, the only constant being a firm grip on the shirt over her head, blinding and disorienting her.

Erica gave a little shriek as she was handed off, blind and so confused. Who was touching her? Why weren't they helping her? She didn't want this...her drugged body didn't know that though. Her nipples puckered under all the attention. She wanted to run away but at the same time her body wouldn't comply. It was hard to think, even, to keep track of how many hands were on her. Hands on her tits and ass, hands holding the shirt, hands on her stomach and hips as her ass was humped. “N..” She tried again, a noise more like “Nggh…” escaping in a failed protest. The music was so loud, most everyone in the crowd high on something, drunk, or more then willing to ignore this for their own fun.

Tommy went and got a beer, leaving her to the abuse of random strangers for a few minutes. When he returned, he found her in much the same state as when he had left, getting manhandled by random frat boys and passed from guy to guy like some kind of party favor.

Time had no meaning to her. She didn't know he'd left or returned, didn't know how long she'd been practically tossed between men, didn't know even how many. Hands constantly on her, exciting her wild nerve endings hyped on the pixie while scaring the girl inside. Her tongue felt too thick or speak and every attempt was slurred, unintelligible, useless.

Tommy stepped in, taking a drink of his beer, and claimed his prize. “This one belongs to me,” he said, grasping the shirt over her head and yanking it down, but back behind her. The skin-tight fabric did a very good job of binding her arms to her sides, and he took that opportunity to grab her, pull her half naked body to him, and kiss her! His tongue snaked into her mouth, exerting his dominance over her.

She was blinded by the sudden light. The change left her unsure who was kissing her, not that she could do anything about him with her arms pinned. Finally he broke the kiss and she got a look… it was Tommy, again…

He brought the beer bottle up to her lips and forced it into her mouth again, down to the back of her throat, fucking her face with it and forcing her to drink even more!

Beer was flooding her. She gagged on it, spasming and grunting as it choked her and he forced it down by fucking her throat with the bottle. It was so hard, firm unyielding glass, and she couldn't swallow it all. Drool and beer dribbled onto her bra as he forced more into her already inebriated body. This was just torture, power play. And she couldn't fight.

Tommy laughed again, watching the beer and spit coat her face. He was also in the process of unzipping his pants.

In her grossly inebriated state, it was a simple thing to tug hard downwards with her shirt, binding her arms behind her back, to force her down to her knees before him.

A cheer went up around them. So many eyes ate up this scene, and spurred his Pixie-addled brain on. He pulled his cock out of his pants and held it out in front of Erica’s face. It was an obscene sight. Big around as her forearm, and just as long. Thick veins wound around its full, angry length.

Erica was a rather petite young woman. She had ample curves but she was short and small, which only made the sight before her more frightening. She was still gasping for air as he forced her to her knees, the biggest dick she'd ever seen right in front of her face.

He slapped her in the face with it.

“Suck. My. Dick.”

It had to be the drugs. No way was this real, she must be dreaming. That massive cock was huge and angry looking, vicious. Nothing like the one she'd seen before. It must be that, her brain slowly put together, it was a hallucination. But then it hit her, making her grunt. Not a soul watching seemed to care. She'd never sucked a cock before, even not inebriated she wouldn't know quite where to start. Her mind went blank, too addled to think or do.

Tommy reached forward and grabbed the busty, petite brunette by the dark hair on top of her head. He could see her eyes were glazed over. His grip tightened, quickly, eliciting a protest from her, and when she opened her mouth he was quick to guide, to force, the head of his cock past her lips.

The crowd around them fully encouraged this action, and even spurred him on. Tommy was caught up in it, his grip tightening in her hair, and he grunted as he forced her head further and further down. Erica’s lips were stretched wide around his huge dick, and it didn’t take long at all before the head was hitting the back of her throat.

And he only had half of it in her mouth!

The barely aware part of her felt such anguish that so many watched on. How could they not help her? Erica tried wriggling away but the grip on her hair was so tight she couldn't move her head at all outside his command. Her lips stretched around the thick cock, an obscene sight.

She drooled around the thick cock, barely conscious as he hit the back of her throat. She gagged, choking a little, her hands unable to push at him, being trapped behind her in the binds of her shirt.

He used his grip on her head to start forcing her face up and down along half of his length. Whether she actually was sucking or not was beneath his concern.

He was more interested in fucking her pretty face.

He was not gentle. And it didn’t take long before he wanted more, and started forcing her to take some of his length down her throat…

Erica couldn't stop him from moving her mouth up and down his cock. She wasn't sucking, occasionally she'd try and push the intrusion out instinctively but that only seemed to rub his cock. It was too big and she was barely conscious. There was no escape.

She was drooling all over her shirt, each thrust forcing her spit out her swollen lips as she grunted and gagged. The drool began to take on a pink color from the damage he was doing as he fucked her mouth. She could barely breathe when he pushed it in, her eyes bugged wide but glazed, unaware.

Then he forced more in, actually down her throat a bit. Erica gagged and spasmed, choking on it. She was going to be sick, she couldn’t take this.

As Tommy fed her more and more of his cock, the crowd around them became more insistent. “Fuck her face! Give it to her! Skullfuck her!”

Tommy felt the pleasure course through him. The Pixie-mania overtook him, and his hips joined in on the action, thrusting his cock into Erica’s mouth and down her throat, again and again, forcing more and more of it down.

Her gagging and spasms meant nothing to him, all he cared about in that moment was getting his full length buried inside her face.

And finally he did, filling her throat utterly with his massive member, and holding her face in place, her nose jammed into his pelvis, and his hips went wild, bucking as he skullfucked her.

Those looking close could see his cock in her throat. A thick column down the middle of her slender throat distended and bulging as his length forced in. Her vision began edging out in black as his hips joined in. Before he'd just been moving her unwilling head but now with more power behind the thrusts it was even worse. Her bra was getting quite damp from the very pink drool flowing from her mouth as she desperately choked.

Tommy grunted as he abused her face and throat with his cock, keeping that firm grip in her hair as he fucked her.

It was like the time she'd accidentally choked on a grape as a child, but a million times worse. She was too weak now to even try her fruitless attempts to get free, his cock filling her throat and blocking her air. There was no room, it was so thick, forcing into her. Her body would breathe hard in through her nose every chance it got instinctively but it wasn't enough. Erica was barely conscious when he finally forced his cock completely into her. Her body spasmed desperately for air as her nose was cut off, but with his hands holding her head firmly it was just useless thrashing. It was too much, her body couldn't handle it. She most definitely did still have a gag reflex and couldn't help it as a her body bucked and a combination of bile and alcohol mixed to form puke that dribbled out of her mouth. Erica passed out as this happened, the skullfuck too much, unable to breathe and too drunk, she was just dead weight and holes to abuse.

Tommy felt a strange, slight burning around the tip of his cock, and when he looked down noticed the red punch he’d fed her earlier dribbling out her nostrils and lips.

She was going to puke. He growled and hissed at her, before pulling his cock completely out of her. Her body gasped for air immediately, and he saw her glassy bloodshot eyes go wide all of a sudden and her stomach spasmed, her whole body quaked, and a moment later she convulsed and vomited forth a stream of fruit punch and bile and whatever she had eaten for dinner. “Fuck!” Tommy yelled, as the puke hit his pants. He forced her head down, and her next convulsion resulted in even more, much of this splattering on her exposed tits, belly, and thighs.

Erica wasn't fully conscious as her body spasmed and threw up most of the drinks and the crackers and cheese she'd been snacking on before the party. Her top was covered in a mix of alcohol, drool, and now vomit. Erica roused slightly to the sounds of howling laughter, weakly making a noise of pained confusion. She probably wouldn't be able to speak clearly anytime soon after that skullfuck.

“Nasty bitch,” he growled. People howled in laughter at her. Tommy caught his composure. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, his grip still in her hair, and he started to pull her along back to that bathroom where it had all begun…

She was moving again, and confused. What was going on? It was so loud, music and laughter, and she didn't feel good at all. Weakly, complicit from the pixie and wiped out and weak she let him lead her blindly…

 

[The_J0k3R]

Chapter 7: Hallway

He guided her towards the bathroom, but she was slow going, due to her intoxication and the fact that her skin tight leather pants were down around her knees. He was impressed she had managed to stay on her feet for as long as she had, but when they got to the hallway, she finally tripped over her own feet and fell to the floor with a grunt. Her arms were still stuck behind her back bound up in her shirt.

Erica had spit up a little more when she fell, the force jarring her weak body. She didn't even attempt to stand or move, just laid there in her panties, pulled down pants and ruined shirt.

He still had his cock out. Fuck it he thought. He felt an immediate urge, a need, for release. In his Pixie-fueled lust, the hallway seemed like an ideal spot… and Erica seemed like the ideal receptacle.

Somebody was rolling her onto her back though and she blinked bleary-eyed up to see Tommy. When did he get here? Where were they? God, she just wanted to go home and sleep forever.

He mounted her, straddling her, and took his cock in his hand and started smacking her face with it, her cheeks and nose, and then rubbed it against her, smearing the blood and bile and booze around, before slapping her with his hand and finally forcing his cock back into her mouth again.

She felt the pressure on her, coming back around to see him, blurily, straddling her chest, smacking her face with his cock. Her face turned red from the slaps. She made a noise when he slapped her with his hand, but she was quickly gagged by his cock pushing back in.

Tommy grunted as he got his cock into her mouth again. His grip on her hair let him move her head back and forth on him, but in this position he wouldn’t be able to get his cock much down her throat.

He didn’t care. He got himself lodged into her mouth as far as it could go, and then took his hand and grasped his exposed thick shaft and started jerking it hard up and down, his fist jamming against her lips multiple times as he jerked himself off into her mouth.

Erica couldn't stop him. Her legs twitched in vain attempts but his weight on her chest and hands in in her hair held her quite firmly and successful down. His cock just brushed against the back of her throat, at least he couldn't wedge it down like this. The small blessings. However he was basically punching her in the mouth as he jerked himself off into her mouth.

Within moments, Tommy felt the flood of release wash over and through him. The Pixie amplified it within him, and he felt like a fucking sex god as his cock started pumping his seed forth into the back of her throat.

One of the rather fortunate side effects of PixieDust was a significantly ramped-up production of semen and ejaculate; his cock was a geyser spewing forth gushers of his seed into her…

There was no way even conscious she'd be skilled enough to swallow. Especially now with an excessive amount of cum, a huge cock, and half conscious she stood no chance. It mixed with the blood from her lips and streaked down her cheeks toward the floor, dribbled down her neck to her ruined top, leaked out her nose. Erica gagged on it, his movements forcing some down into her stomach which churned, the rest splattered and drenched on her face.

Tommy finally stood back up, pulling his cock out of her face. He steadied himself against the wall as he tucked his cock back into his pants, and looked down upon his masterpiece. Erica lay there, covered in cum and blood, her clothes half torn off her body, unable at this point to even get herself up off the floor.

Erica just looked up blankly at him as he tucked his monster cock away finally. What was still working cognitively felt relief at that but it was short lived.

He was only just beginning. Her punishment for coming after him, trying to bust his operation, would be severe and on-going. She would never be the same.

He bent down over her, grabbed her by the hair again, and scowled at her, forcing her to look up at him, in spite of the cum and blood on her face and tits, some even in her eyes.

She whined as he bent again and grabbed her hair, glazed eyes looking up at him with no other choice. Her pretty face was streaked in cum and her blood, words weren't possible anytime soon and she'd probably make it two feet on her own before falling down.

“I’ve only just begun the fun, little girl. Is this what you expected when you came after Pixie?”

Her eyes widened at his words. He knew, who and what she was and why she was here. That's why this was happening… and he said he'd only begun…

The fear in her eyes was an even more potent aphrodisiac than the PixieDust coursing through their veins. He felt his cock already beginning to stiffen up again.

His grip was still tight in her hair. “Come on,” he growled, and began dragging her down the hall. A couple people were standing at the end of the hallway, closer to the party, and they both turned and walked away. “See,” he said, pointing them out. “No one cares what I do to you.”

Erica yelped as he stood and and grabbed her hair again, dragging her on her stomach and knees. Her eyes pleaded as they approached people, too drunk and drugged to notice they themselves were inebriated and didn't even notice her. She tried to speak but just made a weak noise, spitting blood from her mouth. Her body bounced as he dragged her, humiliation and pain wracking her.

She was helpless

 

[YIPI]

Chapter 8 - Bathtub

Chapter 8: Bathroom

He threw open the door to the bathroom and half dragged, half threw her inside, and then locked it behind him. He stood over her, blocking her only possible path to escape.

He looked down on her humiliated body, covered in blood and cum and vomit, and laughed at her.

That’s when he pulled out the knife.

It wasn’t a big knife. A regular pocket knife, the blade only about four inches long. He knelt down next to her, hovering over her, and he trailed the tip of the knife from her thigh up and over her hip, up towards her breasts, along her sternum, and then used it to outline the curve of her cleavage…

The cool tile floor made her feel better, just the tiniest little amount. It meant nothing, nothing at all, but it was a moment's relief then back to the pain. Her hazy eyes focused on the knife, as best she could. Erica couldn't speak, but she tried to make a noise for help, trying to uselessly move. The knife dragged along her soft sweaty skin.

Tommy slipped the knife under her bra, at her sternum. The cold steel dug into her skin, threatening to cut her, but he turned the blade towards the fabric, and with a quick tug, sliced the bra apart, and her large breasts fell out into the open, fully exposed to his view. Erica began to silently cry as he slid the knife along her skin, terror filling her. She froze as the cold blade touched her, desperate.

A moment later, Tommy was guiding the knife under the band of her panties, slicing them open at either hip, and tearing them off her. She felt even more vulnerable and weak now, exposed to him. Her pussy quivered at his hand being near despite her fear, the Pixie had her aroused to the core. She was bare, as she waxed her legs and pussy regularly enough so she was slick and smooth.

He folded the knife shut and put it away.

And then he grabbed his prey and dumped her into the bathtub, directed the showerhead towards her, and turned the cold water on full blast.

Erica grunted as he tossed her into the tub, laying still from the pain. Then cold unrelenting water pounded her body, making her gasp and twitch a little. It helped clear her addled mind a bit, but she still felt utterly helpless.

Tommy stood over her and watched her shiver and twitch for a bit, and then he pulled off his costume jacket and hat, and he got down on his knees next to her. He grabbed her shirt and peeled it off her, finally allowing her to move her arms, and then grabbed ahold of her tight leather pants, and managed to strip them down her legs and off, leaving her naked in the tub, the cold water raining down on her.

Erica twitched under the water's spray, it was calming down her pixie haze a little and relieving the heat driving her insane. Honestly it felt good, though it stung being so cold. She tried a few times to stand but all that happened was her weak legs moved a little. Maybe between the water and throwing up she'd get better and be able to go home!

Tommy took the opportunity to investigate her costume “utility belt”, and discovered the tape recorder, still running, quite functional. “What do we have here?” he asked, though he didn’t expect an answer. It was a long, slim device, designed to hold mini cassette cartridges, with room for batteries and the microphone built in.

There was nothing Erica could do to stop him finding the tape. Her evidence that he was the creator of PixieDust was on there, and now in his hand.

Tommy squeezed the recorder in his fist, and then got an idea. He grabbed her thick thighs and spread them, letting the shower rain cold water directly down on her exposed, bare crotch, exposed and on display. She made a sharp yelping noise, and then his hand went to her pussy. She tried to twist away, but he fingered her, aggressively piercing her pussy with two fingers, and then took the little tape recorder and smacked her clit with it!

The suddenness of two fingers harshly inside her made her attempt to scream. All that came out was a gurgly wrenched groan though. “n..n..” she grunted, before twitching in pain and pleasure as he hit her clit.

Tommy didn’t relent. He smacked her clit and pussy lips again and again with the recorder. It was getting all wet, a sure-fire way to ensure it’s circuits were fried, though he knew he would still need to destroy the tape itself.

Erica couldn't do anything as he hit her again and again with the device. It was humiliating to the part of her brain slowly gaining more cognition. It hurt like hell, but the Pixie didn't care. She knew she'd come and that'd be the most torturous thing.

He took the slim device then, and removed his fingers from her core… and replaced them with the recorder, sliding it up into her pussy, keeping a grip on it with two fingers as he worked it in and out if her cunt…

He smacked her clit again and again with his other hand, savoring the way she writhed, her leg pinned as he had her in the tub.

He actually got a loud shout out of her when he pushed the device in. She'd had sex a handful of times months ago so her cunt was tight and the device was unyielding and unpleasant. She couldn't move and it hurt, it stung, and yet she was seconds from an explosive orgasm.

Tommy was unrelenting in his assault on her pussy, putting the recorder to vicious work inside her, rolling it in and out. He savored the way her body roiled in pleasure, especially as he knew she hated what was happening to her.

Every time he slapped her pussy, she writhed about. It was becoming a fun little game to him. Slap her clit hard, then soft. Raise his hand off it and make her anticipate the next smack, only to tease her with a pinch and then delivering an even harder smack. There was no consistency, except to expect the unexpected.

Her body was his plaything.

She had no respite. Between the slaps and pinches she was in such agony yet her body saw it all as pleasure. Her little clit was engorged and needy from the drugs which made it all the more terrible. She didn't want this, yet, she couldn't stop it.

Erica came then, hard, with a cry echoing on the tile a bit, yelping and twitching as her pussy gushed on the device, surprised at the force of her release as it rolled through her so hard it dazed her.

And he laughed at her as she came, loving that he could make her body betray her in such a way. Finally he pulled the recorder out of her dripping, hot cunt, and stood up. He opened it up and pulled out the little cassette,

“All the evidence you had, belongs to me now,” he declared, glaring down at her.

Hearing his laugh as she dazedly lay there had her trying to focus on him. It was one of the most humiliating things ever, how her body betrayed her like that. She whined desperately as he took out the tape, some small hope that now he'd let her go. He'd made his point. But no… his next words terrified her.

“And you belong to me now, too,” he informed her, terrifyingly nonchalant. He reached up and grasped the showerhead, manipulating the spray of water so that it turned into a direct, thick blast of water, and then he controlled the positioning so as to spray down her body in different places, her face and hair, her tits, her cunt, her legs. Erica struggled to get up as those words rang in her head, the hard stream of cold stinging as it washed away the sweat, cum, blood and vomit. It hurt though, the temperature shock, but not as much as how hard he'd slapped her when she tried to get up. She fell back in the tub, gasping and blinking owlishly

 

[The_J0k3R]

Chapter 9: Ass

Chapter 9: Ass

Satisfied with spraying her down, Tommy finally shut the water off, leaving her laying in a shivering heap on the floor of the cold tub.

He took a few moments, as she laid there in a heap, to consider his next move. He examined her “utility belt” a bit more closely as he did. There were a handful of spy props, of course, but she had also used it as a sort of mini-purse, it seemed, as he was able to locate some lipstick and other random make-up, as well as her ID, debit card, and smartphone.

He smirked at the lipstick, and decided, then and there, to do something he’d always wanted to do: write humiliating things on a bitch.

He pulled her out of the tub, using a hard grip on her hair again as a way of controlling her movements. He brought her to the counter, positioning her facing the sink and the mirror on the wall. He used her sliced bra to bind one wrist to the towel rack on the wall. Then he used half of her sliced panties to tie her other wrist to the faucet in front of her.

Erica couldn't stop him as he dragged her up to her feet, or even as he bound her so her arms spread wide. It was humiliating, and put her torso on display. If she wasn't so weak maybe she'd be able to slip the bonds but when she pulled they only tightened on her.

She stood there, naked, dripping wet, and bound. He pushed her, smacking her head against the counter as he bent her forward, and then he grabbed her big butt and spread those cheeks wide, exposing her asshole to his view. She was yelping and trying to kick as he spread her big perky ass.

Then he spit on it.

Erica had never done anal, never even tried, and it was clear what he intended.

“N...uugh..no.” She managed out, shaking her head desperately and trying to kick.

When she tried to kick backwards at him, he laughed a bit and responded by viciously kicking her back, directly in the back of her calf, causing her to lose her footing a bit and jam her chin against the edge of the sink.

Erica couldn't fully stand, her footing lost, her leg feeling numb. Her knees, already banged up from being dragged down the hall, hit the cabinets and she yelped before blood filled her mouth again from hitting the sink. She spit it out, groaning.

He stood her back up. He spit on her asshole again, and then his fingers were exploring back there, spreading the spit around, lubing her up.

He spanked her bare ass then, making the cheeks jiggle, before his fingers dug deeper, down to her pussy, and found her dripping cunt fluids. He started spreading her own wetness back to her asshole, using it to lubricate her some more, and then he had his cock out and was rubbing the stiffened head right against her pussy lips, while with his other hand he started to finger her asshole, in and out…

The second his fingers forced into her virgin ass she began to fight. She tried thrashing against her bonds, twisting and rolling, desperate as a caged wild animal. Then it got worse, his dick pressed against her. Sobering up a little in fear she forced herself to scream. It was weaker then usual, her throat and vocal cords bruised, but she kept screaming over and over as she tried to free herself.

The pain was intense. Her virgin hole burned and it was utterly humiliation and pain with each stroke of his thick fingers.

Tommy chuckled as she fought back, but was unable to find a way out of her restraints. Her screams were loud, but he wasn’t concerned.

He grabbed her by the hair, yanked her head back, and forced her to look into the mirror, into his eyes as he stood right behind her, his head next to hers.

Erica continued shrieking and fighting, her movements growing weaker as she started to wear out. Looking at his eyes in the mirror she found only coldness. Such a dark thing to see in the expression of another.

“You really think anyone can hear you scream? You remember how loud the music is out there? Besides… No one cares about you.”

Tears began to fall again. She silently prayed somebody would hear but then again… nobody at this party had helped her so far. She was alone with a monster.

His finger in her ass was growing more insistent, exploring deeper, lubricating her, before he pulled out.

He reached into a pocket, and pulled out another capsule filled with Pixie.

“This,” he said in her ear, “is a very special, double dose of Pixie,” he explained.

“No! No!” she cried out, struggling to raspily speak. It was hard to get the words out. He had wrecked her voice for a good amount of time. “Please… no.. virgin...” She tried to plead with him, trying to beg him to please leave her ass alone, she was a virgin there. Then again, he'd taken her mouth without care.

He licked the side of her face, from chin to eye, as his finger dug into her ass, depositing the capsule within her. Erica quivered, terrified, yelping as he pushed the pill into her tight hole.

Her confession of anal virginity did only one thing for him: stiffen his cock even more as it rubbed against her pussy.

Oh god, he’s going to fuck me she thought. It really hit home as he wedged that vicious monster between the lips of her tiny, tight pussy. “No!” She sobbed out over and over, trying desperately to get away.

His finger pressed the capsule even further up her asshole, even as the thick head of his cock found a home just inside her cunt lips. He felt her wetness, her heat, pour out onto his invading, throbbing stiff member, and he couldn’t resist taking her.

She yelped as he forced the pill deeper, ashamed at how her slickness was dripping on him. The pixie increased that clearly, but it brought her such shame.

He shoved his finger as far as it would go up her tight little asshole, and then, without mercy or care, plunged his cock terribly deep into her pussy with a single vicious thrust!

She made a guttural primal screech of pain as he ramming his dick into her, going limp as she sagged against the counter, losing consciousness.

All he could do was laugh as she fell unconscious from the sheer force of his penetration. He smacked her ass over and over after pulling his dick out of her with a “plop” and waited for her to come to.

He made sure he had his mask back on when she did.

Erica came to feeling sick. For a second she thought she was home, safe...then it all came back. As she opened her eyes she saw a strange masked face in the mirror.

And that’s when he pressed the thick head of his cock against her virgin asshole, and pushed inside, lodging it within her before grabbing her by the hips to hold her down as he started pushing further into her, grunting in sheer pleasure as he did.

She shrieked, unable to move while being bound, hips held so tight between hands and counter she'd bruise, trapped.

“You’re gonna love gettin Pixie’d up the ass, slut,” he growled at her.

Erica had never experienced this kind of pain before. She was so far from ready and prepared for a cock. A couple moments being fingered and being spit on did nothing. She felt like he was tearing her in two. It hurt so badly as he forced his cock into her unwilling body. It was so big, she began grunting and gagging it hurt so much she thought she'd be sick or die. It wasn't even entirely in. Her eyes pleading met his in the mirror, but they were so cold…

The friction, as he took her ass with his massive dong, was almost too much. Even though he did want to punish her, he knew he would be better off if he took this particular violation a bit more slowly.

He started working his dick in and out, just the first couple of inches, as he kept her held down before him. He spit on her ass again, offering further lubrication.

Everything changed very soon, however, when the PixieDust capsule up her ass finally broke open, releasing the potent double-dose of the drug into her system…

At some point she passed out again, blinking In and out of consciousness like a light switch being flicked. He was holding her head down against the counter, her limp face rubbing against the smooth marble with his thrusts. Every few thrusts she'd try screaming, her voice growing weaker and weaker with each cry.

Between his spit and the little trickle of blood from how she'd torn it became easier for him but no less painful for her. Erica groaned as she felt something change inside her, unfamiliar with the sensation of the pill popping. It took a few more strokes to spread it, but then a double dose of pixie entered right into her bloodstream.

Hot. She was burning hot again. Was she on fire? Why was she so hot? Her pussy was drenched with more drugs causing more arousal, her thick toned thighs slick now from it. She tried to stand and made it to her elbows, desperate, feeling such agonizing pain and heat but also pleasure from her cunt. Her eyes caught the mirror, a masked man was fucking her ass, a monster! Erica screamed.

He promptly grabbed her head, grasping her by her hair, and slammed the side of her head down against the counter to shut her up.

It worked. Erica whimpered when her head was slammed down onto the counter, her body going limp. She passed out again for a moment, coming somewhat to a moment later. She was dazed, drooling on the counter a mix of spit and blood, her body making unconscious whimpering noises. Her eyes glazed, staring blankly at the sink faucet as he raped her ass.

He thrust hard up into her then, eliciting another squeal of pain from her. He grunted as he started taking more and more of her asshole with his huge dick, until he bottomed out within her, his dick stretching her guts painfully as he raped her, and that’s when he started really getting his hips into the act, humping her as he had her impaled, getting enough of a rhythm going that his heavy balls started to swing upwards and smack against her clit as he screwed her ass from behind!

At one point she passed out again. His huge dick, painfully bruising her guts as he stretched her, had the girl wilting in pain. She threw up, luckily into the sink, while unconscious only to wake up and not even know it was her own.

Erica blinked in and out of consciousness as he began humping her and fully impaled her petite body. His balls were painfully hitting her clit but the pixie didn't care. Contact was contact. She whimpered each time, awake or not, before cumming with a pained noise. She promptly passed out again with slick release, spit and blood streaking her thighs.

When the orgasm hit him, it came suddenly and by surprise. He was not expecting it so quickly, but the sensations from her incredibly tight ass, coupled with the simple fact that his actions were a violation of her, sent him over the edge.

His cock spasmed, throbbed, shuddered, and spewed forth another thick, copious blast of semen deep into her ass, and he was in heaven for the long, drawn out moment that it lasted. Whether or not it actually lasted for a while, or if time just slowed down for him in that moment, he would never know, but he soon slid his thick long cock out of her now-gaping asshole, and when he did, a veritable flood of his juices poured out and down her thighs and legs…

Erica was granted the smallest mercy of being unconscious while he pumped away and came deep inside her. She'd be unlikely to walk right for days now, her tiny body nowhere near able to cope with this assault. Her reprieve was short though, she came to once he'd pulled out to feel a mix of his cum and her blood pour down her thighs streaking her gruesomely. She made a quiet pained noise, whimpering. She still didn't understand or have any sort of awareness. The double dose of pixie was taking control.

Tommy took a minute to survey the damage done, as he put his cock away in his pants and adjusted his costume. She was bent over the bathroom counter, blood and cum oozing out of her ass, naked and clearly violated. Abused. Raped.

The Phantom picked up her utility belt and the other half of her sliced-apart panties. He took the panties and stuffed them in her mouth. It was a simply thing to pull on her hair harshly to get her to open up.

Then he took the utility belt and used it to wrap around her head, at her mouth, ensuring the panties stayed in where he had put them. “Somebody is gonna have a bit of fun with this hot slut body,” he told her, taking a moment to reach forward and grasp each of her tits and give them a hearty squeeze over the sink.

Erica barely blinked as he yanked her hair and shoved her ruined panties into her mouth as a makeshift gag. The shame it would cause her to see herself like this - naked, tied up, blood and cum visibly leaking from her ass, clearly used - would be immense. Her head still hurt too much though to lift so she never looked in the mirror, not even when he spoke or grabbed her breasts.

He took her tube of lipstick then, and started writing something across her back. And then, without a word, he walked out of the bathroom to go fetch another beer.

Erica whimpered and wriggled but It did nothing, she couldn't do a thing as he wrote on her either and left her spread and bound, weak and dazed from his rape and abuse. The young girl made a keening noise of fear, confusion. At least the masked monster man had left though her mind slowly digested his promise.

Across her back was written two words: FREE FEELS

 

[YIPI]

Chapter 10 - Devil

Tommy left the bathroom and looked around. He had a buddy whose room was in this hallway… Right there! The door itself was half open, and Tommy peered in.

Sure enough, there was John, standing there getting a blowjob. John was wearing a blood red wifebeater and devil horns, and his skin had been painted red. A plastic pitchfork lay on the bed.

The blonde on her knees before him was Angela, and she was wearing a white sports bra with a plunging neckline that showed off her impressive assets, and a white micro-mini skirt. A halo sat atop her head, a bit askew, and she had a little set of wings worn on her back. If she shimmered like a stripper, it was because she was one.

They were both rolling hard on Pixie. “Hey John, think you could do me a favor, buddy?” Tommy said from the doorway.

“Tommy! Fuck yeah dude, anything!” With a slurp, Angela came off his cock and turned and looked up at Tommy, smiling stupidly.

“Keep an eye on something for me for a few minutes,” Tommy said, and then led them the short distance to the bathroom.

“Well well, what do we have here?” John said. Angela licked her lips, and they shut the door as Tommy went to go get his beer…

*****

Erica didn't know how much time was passing. She kept fading in and out, the double dose building in her system on the first, dueling with the pain from his assault. Her head lay sideways on the counter unseeing, little primal whimpers escaping her.

She faded back in to the sound of the door closing, whining softly and trying to lift up a little to see who was here with her.

The Devil and the Angel came around to either side of Erica’s battered and abused body. “What a lovely little toy,” the Angel said, trailing a shimmering fingernail up her back, from her butt to her shoulder.

Erica blinked. A female voice. Maybe someone who could help, get her away from here? Someone was touching her, but after the assault a finger tracing her body was soothing. Before she could calm down a hand yanked her hair and her eyes were looking up at…

“Indeed,” the Devil said, smirking. He reached forward to her and grabbed her long dark hair, tugging her head backwards so she was forced to look up and see the Angel and the Devil in the mirror.

The Devil locked eyes with her, even as the Angel’s finger trailed back down.

The Devil. The Phantom had gone and the Devil had taken his place. Erica’s family was incredibly religious, while she was less so she'd grown up with warning stories about the devil. It sent her mind scrambling and spinning and she weakly tried thrashing her arms as she whimpered. A finger was touching her abused dripping hole, only making it worse for her.

“My my,” the Angel said, bending over and examining Erica’s ass. “Looks like she couldn’t quite handle taking it up the ass,” she said, that finger teasing around her abused backdoor…

The Devil reached forward, underneath her, and grabbed her breasts with his free hand as he held her up by her hair. “Nice tits,” he said with a smirk. “She’d do great at the club,” he said, looking down at the Angel. She had her hands all over Erica’s ass, smearing the blood and cum around, her fingers toying at her abused hole, even taking some of the cum and rubbing it into Erica’s pussy.

And then she got her face into the act, her tongue licking around her asshole, even digging in.

Erica whined at the intrusion, but her pussy tingled as the finger touched her there, still dripping wet from her orgasm while being anally raped to her great shame, release slipping out her sore cunt at the lightest touch of of a finger.

The Angel grabbed both of Erica’s plump, firm butt cheeks and squeezed them before pulling away.

“She is fucking delicious,” the Angel said, before diving in again, a manicured finger moving forward to slip inside Erica’s pussy…

Her eyes, glazed over, went wide as the Devil grabbed her breasts and the Angel molested her with her tongue. She tried moving but to no avail, only whimpering in fear as she looked at him. She didn't see a costume, she saw the actual Devik. The one from Sunday school, from all the warnings, had found her. She was weak from the rape and her head being knocked around, she couldn't summon the strength to move, and her fear only grew.

Erica’s mind couldn't stop flitting between focusing on the devil and now this touch. Flashbacks of her rape, his semen and her blood still sticky wet in spots on her thighs, filled her mind. Being pounded into the counter, the pain...she whined as a finger slid into her swollen and sore pussy.

“You’re all kinds of Pixie’d out, ain’t ya, slut?” the Devil said to her. The Angel was going to town eating her ass and fingering her.

He smacked her cheeks a couple times, and then squeezed her tits again. “Fucking loving it, aren’t ya, slut?” the Devil continued, and laughed at her.

Erica whimpered as he spoke to her, eyes wide with utter terror as she looked upon the Devil. She didn't know what was happening below and behind her but she had the sudden thought It might be a tongue. Her abused ass was destroyed and she had the sudden terrifying thought it was a forked tongue of a demon. She groaned as the Devil slapped and squeezed her. His words had her whining a little, shaking but unable to protest or speak. A broken doll.

To her great internal shame the touch to her pussy had her getting even wetter, wet squelching noise as the hidden figure fucked her slowly with a finger. It made her think of the cocks in her mouth, the wet sounds and fear, and she whimpered.

The Devil hissed at her, and then spanked her, causing her butt to jiggle in the Angel’s face.

“Do you know what the Phantom wrote on you?” the Devil asked her, an evil chuckle coming forth. “Free Feels,” he said, and laughed, before reaching forward and groping her full tits again, tweaking her nipples hard.

Erica whined when he spanked her. It caused her bruised cheeks pain, a terrible reminder of how she'd been raped by the terrifying monster faced man. The Phantom. She couldn't do a thing as her breasts were abused, letting out a weak shout at the sight in the mirror of the Devils grin and hands on her.

“Looks like our little Angel here is getting a very good feel inside your ass…” he laughed, and spanked her again. The Angel, for her part, slipped another finger into her pussy, and started to jam them into her harder and harder…

Erica began to grunt with the insertion of a second finger into her tender, swollen, dripping wet tight little pussy. It jerked her body and she whined with each vicious thrust. It was impossible to stop though, with all the PixieDust, and she came hard with a desperate grunt.

The Angel pulled away from Erica’s ass and looked up at the Devil. “Little slut just came! Fuck, that was hot!”

The Angel was unrelenting in her focus as she added a third finger to Erica’s dripping, spasming cunt, and then her pinky as well. If anything, she sped up the assault on Erica’s cunt.

“Do it again bitch!” the busty blonde demanded, and the Devil just laughed as the Angel forced more of her hand into Erica’s pussy, her thumb joining the action, and started moving her fingers around inside the bound girl, stretching her pussy in ways she never knew possible, trying to get more and more of her hand inside the petite girl…

When all the girl’s fingers pushed in for the first time Erica yelped softly, the bruises on her hips darkening as she was jostled by the force.

Erica whined in pain, her cunt so sensitive it hurt to be touched. Let alone have somebody forced fingers relentlessly into her. Her body was so weak it rocked with each motion of the hidden figure, her eyes terrified and watching the devil in the mirror. This must be a curse and he the cause, this agony. Erica whimpered as her pussy was invaded by even more, twitching like a little fish on dry land. Her cunt leaked liberally on the blonde's hand and down Erica’s thighs, squelching with each thrust.

Her cunt spasmed and stretched painfully to accommodate despite her wishes, twitching and spasming around the girl's digits. Between the pixie and the shock of it all coming so so soon after orgasm she was almost there again.

The Angel continued working her hand into Erica’s cunt, and with a triumphant giggle managed to slip the entirety inside, fully fisting the petite brunette now.

The Devil watched on with morbid fascination. He pulled his cock out of his pants and started stroking it with one hand, and with the other he untied one of her wrist bonds.

Together, the Angel and the Devil got the gagged naked girl turned around, so she was facing them, her one bound arm now painfully wrenched behind her back. The Angel continued fisting her as the Devil stood before her and jerked his cock…

Which was when the Phantom returned, and smirked with deviant glee at the sight of the Angel’s hand fully buried inside Erica’s juicy, abused cunt.

“I think it’s time for a little transformation…” the Phantom said; the Angel and the Devil looked over at him and nodded in agreement.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Chapter 11: PixieBunny

Chapter 11: PixieBunny


The reemergence of the Phantom monster, while her cunt was being fisted and the Devil had his cock out even, made her cry out weakly. She didn't understand his words, too far gone for that, but she did remember the pain he'd inflicted.

But then, Erica made a grunting, gurgling noise of pain and blinked out for a moment as the blonde managed to work her fist inside of her. It hurt in ways she had never known. The large ball of the girl's fist abusing her pained pussy had her sobbing silent tears, grunting as she was untied and turned. Her arm burst into pain, eyes going wide as she now saw it was an angel. But an angel should be helping her, saving her from the devil! Her eyes went wide in pain and fear as the Devil pulled out his cock and began stroking it as the Angel battered her cunt.

The Phantom had made quick work unfastening Erica’s other wrist binding, but he kept the gag in place. He grabbed her by her arm then, and, followed by the Devil and the Angel, dragged her out of the bathroom and just across the hall, into a bedroom.

Erica grunted. The room smelled like sex, but then again so did she. Her thighs still glistened from her release, tracks of cum and blood drying from his anal assault.

“I’ve got just the thing for her!” the Angel said, moving quickly towards a dresser. She started pulling out a number of different items, and the Phantom positioned Erica on her knees before him. Her glossy glazed eyes peered up at him, whining through the improvised gag of her ruined torn panties.

He bent down over her, grabbed her face by the chin, and forced her to look up at him.

“Would you suck the devil’s cock to be out of this gag?” he asked her.

At the words “Devil's cock” she began whimpering and tried to shake her head, but his grip was far too strong. She was trying to shake her head “no”, the Phantom could feel it as he held her. The terrified look in her eyes told him as much as well.

He unfastened the utility belt that was keeping her gag in, and took it, and then yanked the shorn panties from within her mouth.

Her mouth was promptly stuffed full of the Devil’s cock. Erica thrashed a little as the Devil put his cock in her mouth, looking up at him terrified. What would happen to her for this, for sucking the Devil? None of her Sunday school stories had ever covered this.

The Angel was on her knees right next to Erica, taking control from Tommy, and she started to force Erica’s head fully down on the Devil’s dick again and again

And all the while the Phantom surveyed Erica’s new outfit.

He liked it very much.

He let the Angel and Devil facefuck Erica for a bit while he spread out some lines of cocaine on the dresser for them all. He snorted his thick line up in a single long snort…

The angel had to shift behind her to hold her she struggled so, but soon the stronger girl had her weak body subdued as she made Erica’s head bob up and down. The taste of his cock in her mouth made her gag a little from fear, and having the girl pressed against her back reminded her of the monster when he'd pressed against her and fucked her ass. The pixie was taking such a hold she felt herself get wetter, and began sobbing silently and weakly as the Devil fucked her face.

The Phantom, feeling on top of the world, revitalized by the fat line of coke, stalked over to Erica as she was getting facefucked.

Erica grunted and gagged desperately on the Devil's cock as he facefucked her. It wasn't as bad as the skullfuck of earlier but she could barely breathe as his cock pounded her swollen, bloody lips.

The Devil didn’t stop as the Phantom spoke to her. “You’re gonna be my little Pixie Bunny,” he informed her, and showed her the tall Playboy bunny-style ears headband in his hand. He slipped it onto her head.

She dazedly gagged on the Devil’s cock as the ears were shown to her, humiliation filling her. Playboy bunny ears, what slutty girls wore on Halloween.

The Angel let go of her head, and got up to go snort her own line of coke…

Then the Phantom showed her a pink, leather band. Metal loops were attached to it. “And this will let everyone know you belong to me,” he said, strapping it around her neck, tightly.

The collar was useless to fight against, she discovered, gagging more when he wrapped it tight around her neck as the Devil raped her mouth.

The Devil pulled his cock out of her face and laughed at her.

Gasping, she struggled to tug at the collar to get it off once he removed his evil cock, trying to scramble away weakly as he laughed. The sound terrified her, visions of the Devil and hell and laughing demons filling her mind.

“What else do we have?” the Phantom asked rhetorically. He then showed her a tiny, white triangle string bikini top. The Angel returned to them, sniffing from doing her line of coke, and she and the Devil held Erica in place while the Phantom slipped the bikini over her head and then tied it behind her. They each had one of Erica’s arms in a grip, and pulled her up unsteadily to her feet, and the Phantom proceeded to adjust the small, triangle shaped bits of fabric over her nipples.

Erica struggled as best she could between the grip of the Devil and the Angel as the Phantom monster dressed her in the sluttiest costume she'd ever seen. The top barely covered her swollen, tender, red nipples.

It covered precious little else of her tits.

Next, the Angel and the Devil wrapped fuzzy white restraints around her wrists, and fastened them securely; short chains came off each one, and these were attached to the small steel hoop at the front of her leather collar, essentially forcing her to hold her arms up in front of her, which served to perpetually squeeze her big tits together between them. She whined and tried to break free as they bound her wrists with the chains, without her hands being free she couldn't work the simple clip that bound them.

The Phantom wasn’t close to done.

A small loop of stretchy, mesh-like pink fabric was pulled over her head next, and then down her body, and positioned about her hips. The micro-mini skirt barely covered her ass, and had a slit that normally would have gone up a thigh; the Phantom positioned this in the back, exposing her ass. The skirt was so short It barely covered her ass and cunt. See through being mesh her abused and swollen holes were visible to anyone wishing to look.

He had to grab her legs and fight a bit with her, but next he pulled a fuzzy white leg warmer up each of her calves, and then at her ankles attached restraints identical to those around her wrists. These were chained to each other, limiting her movement.

Erica struggled and tried to kick as the monster slipped the leg warmers and chains on her legs. She was so unsteady already, it was doubtful she'd walk right for days after his brutal anal rape, but now the chains inhibited her even more.

Then he held up the last two items he had for her. One was a conical, stainless steel butt plug, with a big fuzzy white ball on the end.

The other was a pink ball gag.

He smirked at her. “Which would you like first?” he asked her.

Erica shamefully whimpered, unable to fight anymore, going weak in the bruising grip of the two. The Phantoms question had her looking toward him. She had no idea what the device with a tail was at first, but was able to put it together. She shrieked a little and fought with renewed struggle, remembering how he'd humped and thrust his giant cock into her ass. This toy now would burn and hurt. She tried shaking her head, but it only made her dizzy, disoriented. She caught sight of the Devil and shrieked again.

All she did was shriek, and so the Phantom knew what to do first.

He took the pink ball gag, and forced it into her mouth, grabbing her cheeks to force her mouth open, and then strapped the device tightly behind her head.

Erica tried to keep her mouth shut but his grip was much too strong. She could only whimper once the device was inserted and it muffled her greatly.

And then he grabbed her and spun her around, and bent her over the end of the bed.

The shriek she attempted when they bent her over and she feared more anal, was a quiet, gagged noise.

The Angel handed him a bottle of lube she grabbed from the nearby dresser. He took it and laughed as he squirted the cold, thick goo right into her asshole, and then pressed the butt plug against her there. It easily slipped in and lodged itself in place.

The Phantom’s laugh was among the scariest sounds. The wet thick gel shocked her and she tried to claw the sheets to gain purchase and get away but to no avail, simply gasping and wailing as her body thrashed as he inserted the plug. Thank god it was smaller then his cock at least, but it stung her battered, bruised and bloodied insides. and then he stood her upright to survey his work.

She was quite the sight to behold.

“Time to party!” he declared!

Party...didn't sound very fun in this context.

“Stand her up,” the Phantom said, and the Devil and the Angel roughly raised her to her shackled feet. The Phantom now was holding her lipstick again. “One last thing,” he said, and then grabbed her face roughly with one hand under her chin, and forced her to look first left, and then right, and use the dark lipstick to write on her cheeks. Pixie on one cheek, Bunny on the other.