This choice: Go with the nice man, you need a drink to wash this down... • Go Back...Chapter #4Go with the nice man, you need a drink to wash ... by: Tight Fit   Your face burns red underneath the thick layers of makeup that have been applied to you while passed out. The idea of having another drink to ease the embarrasment of the situation seems like a good idea, so you agree to his generous offer. The man pulls a bottle out of his pocket and hands it to you, and you quickly down a gulp from it. Once the liquid has made it down your throat, you burst out into a coughing fit, as its easily the most bitter drink you've ever tasted.
"Geez, what the hell was that?" you gasp, feeling like you might retch last night's drinks all over the front of your pretty dress.
"It's good, isn't it?" he sneers, pushing the bottle to your lips and quickly forcing another gulp down your throat. You stumble back in a swishing, gagging mess, and suddenly the world begins to spin around you.
"Pretty things like yourself don't much like guys like me," he says, grabbing your shoulders and easing you to the ground. The huge volume of the dress puffs up around you as he gingerly lays you down. You want to cry out in panic, but whatever he has given you certainly isn't booze, and you realize you've been drugged and rendered helpless.
"Pl....lleease..." You mutter, your arms half heartedly try to push him away, and your legs fail to respond to any signal you send them. The man smirks, putting his finger to your glossy lips. "Sshhhh..." he whispers. "Try not to ruin the moment. How about we see what you've been keeping under this silly outfit of yours..."
Your mind is screaming in panic but your body won't respond. The man fumbles with the zipper at the back of your dress, yanking and pulling. He pauses, and starts pulling harder and harder at it, then stops.
"Damn... zipper's stuck..." he grumbles. "No bother..."
He grabs the big puffy sleeves of your dress and tries pulling the bodice down. The tight corset keeps the dress firmly attached to your body. He ties pulling the dress up and over you, but the skirts are securely attached to the corset and won't come free, no matter how hard you yank and pull.
"What the hell is this?" he growls. Reaching under the huge maze of crinolines, he grabs a hold of your panties. He pulls and yanks at those too, but they won't come free no matter how hard he tries. He starts pulling and tearing at the big gown as you lay motionless, but he simply isn't strong enough to rip any of the fabric free.
"Dammit! You've given me some serious blue balls, bitch. Take this thing off right now!"
He starts unzipping his pants, but is interrupted by the faint sound of conversation entering the park. People are headed your way, so he pulls his pants up and stumbles off, cursing the inaccessibility of your feminine outfit. You lay muttering incoherently, and the voices get louder and louder.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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