The Party

The frat house was nicer than what she was used to, but Liz was no stranger to partying. And Seth made sure she always had a drink in her hand. Still, she noticed how grabby he was being, even though she was making it obvious his advances were unwelcome. Rich frat boys weren't really her type, but Liz had thought the party would be a good way to meet people.

She pried his hand off her ass for the umpteenth time that night. "Come on, sexy. Accept my hospitality." He put his arm around her and fondled her breast. Liz felt woozy. "Hands off," she said, standing and stumbling to the bathroom. The room was spinning. Liz thought she might be hallucinating. A lot of the people here seemed to be… fucking. She took a long look to make sure the cheerleader on her knees sucking a guy off was indeed real. But she couldn't be sure.

"You don't look so good, Lizzy." Liz jumped. It was Seth, whispering in her ear. His hands roamed her body, and to her shame her body responded. "You… **** me." He slipped a hand under panties, making her gasp. He finger fucked her there in the hallway. "Yes indeed. And later I'm going to fuck you and videotape it. I'll probably put it on the internet."

She moaned and tried to push away from him, but he held her easily. "Roofies and aphrodisiac, baby. You're going to have quite a night…" Liz whimpered. He was right. There was definitely a heat growing in her loins. Her nipples were achingly erect. "You're going to need me baby. The **** will last all night. You're going to need my attention."

"Get off me!" She pushed harder than before and broke free, but she was too disoriented and fell to her knees. Her **** pussy drooled onto the inside of her skirt. Her nipples throbbed needily. Liz crawled away from Seth, seeking help, but his frat brothers just grinned down at her. A girl pulled sloppily off of a cock she'd been sucking to turn t o her and say, "It's easier to go along with it."

Liz fumbled out her cell phone and dialed 911. Seth snatched it easily away before she could press send. "Tsk tsk, Lizzy. You're going to be a problem aren't you? I'm actually glad. We have pleasant ways of dealing with our problems. Pleasant for us anyway."

"Fuck you," Liz managed, before succumbing to heated unconsciousness.