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Author: The Cryptkeeper
Title: The Missing Social Worker
Summary: Young social worker is abducted, drugged, and raped by an older lesbian.
Keywords: caution, rape, drugs, viol, 1st, interr, BF, WF, FF, oral, pett, (REV)

WARNING: Please do not read this work if subjects containing
non-consensual sex, racism, drug use and violence offend you. The
work is fictional and the author does not condone such behavior
in real life. If you are easily offended STOP READING NOW.

Note:  This is a modified excerpt from another work, "Abducted
Social Worker". I think the chapter stands well on its own as an
erotic short story.

The older black woman seemed harmless at first, but her friend, a
tall black man with huge muscles that looked like they might
burst through his dark skin, was another matter.  Soon after the
young social worker realized she was at the wrong address and
tried leaving, the two were on top of her.

After shooting this beautiful, white girl up with powerful and
addictive drugs, it didn't take them long to strip her completely
naked.

The young social worker's blue eyes flutter open.  A rubber strap
pinches her arm. Kept on drugs for hours, days perhaps, Lisa has
no concept of time or how long she's been like this.

The older black woman sits nude on the bed's edge sinisterly
smiling with a syringe in hand, deciding which of Lisa's veins to
use this time. Her true appearance unmasked, the woman now looks
masculine and demonic to Lisa, unlike when they first met. 
Shaquanda is thick and muscular - almost like a man but without
male parts.

"Not again - leave me alone and stop touching my pussy," Lisa
slurs in a somnolent voice, heavily inebriated and completely out
of her character. 'Pussy' is usually a dirty, uncomfortable word
for Lisa, from part of her lexicon she rarely utilizes - like a
foreign term she feels awkward vocalizing.  The nasty word seldom
leaves Lisa's lips; but Shaquanda has said it to her so often it
begins losing vulgarity for Lisa.

"Owe, no," Lisa responds to the needle's pinch.

"There, there, Baby, just a little pain and then more pleasure,"
Shaquanda coos, giving Lisa the injection, forcing her to stay
calm.

"What's da matter, Baby?  Ya doesn't want me playing with yur
pretty pussy?" Shaquanda asks, ushering Lisa's legs apart, the
palm of her hand landing on Lisa's mons, her thumb resuming
gentle strokes to Lisa's engorging clitoris.  Shaquanda wears a
hideous grin searching Lisa's face for reaction.  "Did dat fix I
just gave ya change yur mind about me touching yur pussy?"

Lisa relaxes, abandons her objections, her glower from moments
ago replaced by a vacuous expression.

Shaquanda continues her questions and comments, like a dentist
speaking to an anesthetized patient while performing a procedure,
with Lisa unable to reply.  "Ya ain't trying to stop me no more.
Dis must feel good to ya. Oooh, yeah, uh-huh, ya letting me play
with it again," Shaquanda flaunts, worrying Lisa's hardening clit
in enticing circles with her thumb.  "Am I gonna make ya cum,
Baby?  We is having so much fun, ain't we?"


With Shaquanda's accomplice, the big muscular black man named
Reggie,  away, Shaquanda heavily doses Lisa and spends hours
alone with her, seductively stimulating the young girl's
genitals.  The drugs render Lisa content - practically oblivious
to her rape and these despicable, homosexual acts she would
otherwise find loathsome.  Lisa's body autonomously responds.

For Shaquanda, an old addiction returns and an almost forgotten
excitement from controlling an unwilling girl's body rekindles.
Not since Shaquanda's days in prison has she enjoyed molesting a
young, pretty female: stimulating her victim's vagina, making it
sloppy wet and swollen from arousal.

Intermittently taunting Lisa's erect nipples, Shaquanda busily
eats Lisa's pussy like an irresistible candy she hasn't tasted in
years, engrossed with the neatly manicured organ - its folds
enchanting like beautiful pedals of a blossom Shaquanda carefully
separates; its responses to stimuli ever more mesmerizing.

Shaquanda keeps Lisa semi-conscious while repeatedly bringing her
to climax, causing graceful undulations in Lisa's pelvis
synchronized with grunts and moans emanating from the girl's
mouth.

But an oversight occurs.

The afternoon passes.  Lulled by drug induced passiveness in
Lisa, and overly occupied with Lisa's beautiful vagina, Shaquanda
fails to pay enough attention to other important details like
dosing Lisa again.

Lisa's legs attempt closing, but Shaquanda routinely guides them
back to position without much thought, taking full advantage of
Lisa's flexibility from years of ballet training, spreading the
lithe girl's thighs wide and pushing Lisa's knees upward.

"What are you doing to me?" Lisa groggily asks, ascending the
depths of semi consciousness and becoming increasingly cognizant
of orgasms Shaquanda is making her have.

Shaquanda realizes she should drug Lisa again, but
procrastinates, caught in the thrill of making Lisa cum as well
as the romantic fantasy of Lisa soberly submitting to debauchery
Shaquanda is practicing on her.

"I'm loving ya.  I'm making yur pussy feel good. Don't close yur
legs again; stay like dis for me, Baby, so I can play with it
better," Shaquanda reminds her doped playmate. "Oh..., mmmm...,
yur pussy tastes so delicious. Oooh yeah..., uh-huh," Shaquanda
moans, continuing to stretch Lisa's glistening, pink slit open
and delve her tongue into Lisa's silky secretions like a
butterfly drinking nectar from a flower.

"Oh," Lisa vacantly replies slipping back for the moment into the
comfort of peaceful oblivion with Shaquanda drinking her love
juices.  Shaquanda draws Lisa's pussy lips wide apart like
curtains to a window of the female soul, continues helping
herself to Lisa's intimate feminine anatomy once vigilantly
guarded and kept chaste, but now left completely unprotected by
its incapacitated owner. Shaquanda infiltrates the girl's most
private place, unveils and exploits her keen susceptibilities to
touch - accesses Lisa's vulnerable sensual core unhindered.

Each passing moment without Lisa earnestly resisting fuels
Shaquanda's excitement, builds her hopes, that she is
successfully corrupting the beauty into sharing her cunt with the
bull dyke.

Having explored every crevice on Lisa's young body, Shaquanda
knows locations of each freckle and marking on it.  She
scrutinizes furrows, grooves, ridges and wrinkles - all the
intimate details comprising Lisa's gorgeous vagina.  Shaquanda is
infatuated with the girl's sex organ, as well as the rest of
Lisa, her tongue traveling back and forth along Lisa's perineum
from Lisa's pink, puckered asshole into her soft hairless pussy,
bathing her taste buds in Lisa's slippery essence - the most
ravishing part of Lisa. She can't get enough of Lisa's sweet
taste.

"Mmmmm, oh, does dis feel good? Uh-huh, I love yur pussy.  I want
to make ya cum for me again," Shaquanda coos before rising from
Lisa's crotch to take advantage of the drugged girl's mouth
stupidly hanging open.  Shaquanda crawls from between Lisa's legs
up to her face.  She French kisses Lisa, making sure to stick her
tongue in as far as possible.  Shaquanda purposefully exchanges
lots of spit with Lisa to leave the girl with a good taste of her
own pussy mixed with Shaquanda's saliva.

While deeply French kissing Lisa, Shaquanda's hand gropes the
girl's firm left tit; her thumb and index finger find their way
to Lisa's nipple and cause the pink bud to perk up from the
attention.

Shaquanda finishes kissing Lisa and goes right back down on the
girl's cunt.  Shaquanda's left hand pushes Lisa's right thigh
outwards; Shaquanda's right hand presses down on Lisa's mons,
covering the girl's small patch of  pubic hairs which scrape
Shaquanda's palm as her thumb softly brushes upwards on Lisa's
clitoral hood.  Shaquanda steadly maintains the subtle, backward
strokes to Lisa's prepuce while alternately sucking on Lisa's
vaginal lips and dipping her tongue deep into Lisa's wet slit,
occasionally glancing up over Lisa's flat tummy and perfectly
shaped tits to watch the girl's expressions change.


The drugs continue wearing off. Lisa intermittently resists.  Her
hands gradually push Shaquanda's head from her sex with more
determination as she again rises from incoherence and realizes
why she is having orgasms, Shaquanda's words echoing louder in
her mind: "...Does dis feel good? I love yur pussy... cum for me
again." Like flashes of lightning briefly revealing hidden
dangers in darkness of night, Lisa begins recognizing the heinous
acts causing the pleasant feelings.  She is experiencing
something evil being done to her - wrong, immoral, gross.

Those gorgeous legs begin closing on Shaquanda again.  Shaquanda
takes firm hold of Lisa's inner thighs, thrusting them both back
and pinning them down in position widely separated from each
other.  Shaquanda resumes eating Lisa's pussy out.

Lisa's hands clutch Shaquanda's nappy head.  Lisa tries moving
Shaquanda's mouth off her vulva, but Shaquanda responds by
executing cunnilingus on Lisa more feverishly, causing Lisa's
orgasms to intensify.  "Oh, God, no," Lisa gasps, her eyes
closed, her head shaking side to side, her hands remaining on
Shaquanda's head but their efforts to stop Shaquanda abating.

Another set of orgasms finally subsides. Lisa squirms to break
contact with Shaquanda, but Shaquanda's mouth stays fastened to
Lisa's pussy like a child desperately sucking a lollipop its
parent tries taking away. Shaquanda frantically strives to
maintain Lisa's orgasms.  "Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmm, uh-uh, uh-uh!"
Shaquanda growls, like a hungry dog with its jaws around a fleshy
bone, warning against Lisa's efforts to disjoin from her.

"No, stop it," Lisa finally manages, her senses and strength
returning enough to interrupt Shaquanda's feeding frenzy.  Lisa
shoves Shaquanda's face away from her vagina - a difficult
decoupling for the intoxicated girl with her pussy fully engaged
and actuated by Shaquanda's mouth. "This is disgusting," Lisa
blurts as if waking from a coma realizing for the first time what
Shaquanda has been relentlessly doing - performing sickening oral
sex on her!

Lisa snaps her legs closed ending the all you can eat buffet
Shaquanda is enjoying, and sits up still in stupor, unsure if she
is dreaming.

"Get away.  Don't touch me again!" Lisa warns putting her hand up
to keep Shaquanda at a distance, breathing heavily, recovering
from intense multiple orgasms Shaquanda forced on her.

Shaquanda's lips and chin glisten with Lisa's luscious juices
coating them.

Lisa isn't sure if she is waking from a long, perverted nightmare
or still in one. Hard nipples poking from Lisa's perky tits
signal her arousal, that like the intoxicants in her bloodstream,
Lisa is unable to shake. Her pussy feels wet and slimy, its lips
and clitoris still embarrassingly tumescent testimonials of
Shaquada's thorough affections.

"Don't be dis way, Baby.  I just making luv to ya," Shaquanda
answers, brought back from fantasy and disappointed Lisa stopped
her. "It was feeling so good for ya."

Lisa's hand drops, allowing Shaquanda closer.  Shaquanda's hand
alights subtly, like a falling feather, on Lisa's leg, and
stealthily slides up it while her other arm carefully wraps
Lisa's shoulders.  Lisa sits on the edge of the bed struggling to
clear cobwebs from her mind.

"Making love"? Lisa ponders in confusion, her brain still
swimming in the thick soup of chemicals Shaquanda pumped into her
veins.  Lisa tries comprehending what's occurring and how she got
here. She fails to notice Shaquanda launching a reinvasion.
Shaquanda's arm remains on Lisa's shoulders, while her hand
slithers to the inside of Lisa's thigh.

Lisa's head lolls like someone struggling to rise from deep
slumber, the brilliant blue in her eyes almost completely
obscured by dilated black pupils.  Shaquanda marvels at how
successfully the drugs dull the sharp, energetic spark this
intelligent, young woman first displayed.


Lingering excitement in Lisa's body slowly fades like a dwindling
electrical charge, replaced by revulsion as Lisa becomes more
cognizant of its cause. A straight heterosexual her entire life
lacking even slight curiosity about drugs or lesbianism, Lisa has
horrible, nauseating flashbacks, like broken visions from a
nightmare, of the needle's sharp tip piercing her veins, of
Shaquanda tonguing her ass, stretching her vaginal lips wide
apart, sucking, licking and fingering her clit into humiliatingly
hard and repeated erections - making her helplessly orgasm over
and over without reprieve and then kissing her. Could this be a
nightmare? Or has she actually been raped by this nauseating,
older, black woman?

Shock from the abduction and rape, from being shot up with
harmful and addictive drugs, from being invasively touched and
forced to respond by an ugly dyke begin overwhelming Lisa.
Dignity and even emotion have been stolen from her; if Lisa
wasn't high she would break down crying. No one - male or female,
not even her dear fiancé - ever performed such appalling sexual
acts on her.


Shaquanda aching to go down on Lisa again, to play with Lisa's
delicate and most intimate parts, to entice more delicious nectar
from Lisa's pussy and spark another fit of orgasms in the
youthful beauty, sits dangerously close, her naked body against
Lisa's, her breath in Lisa's ear and her hand rubbing Lisa's
inner thigh advancing toward Lisa's sensual treasure.

"I'm gonna make ya cum some more, Baby," Shaquanda whispers in
Lisa's ear.

Delayed synapses in Lisa's brain finally register the returning
threat from Shaquanda.  Lisa attempts pushing Shaquanda's hand
away.

"No, stop it. I don't want to cum again. Stop touching me!  You
did awful things to me - you animal," Lisa slurs.  But the strong
intoxicants stubbornly endure in Lisa's bloodstream, slowing her
reactions.

Lisa's thighs lock together.  But Shaquanda squeezes her hand
between the closed appendages, worming it toward Lisa's sex as
Lisa fights to extricate it.  The big, black dyke climbs on top
of the petite, white girl, her weight pressing Lisa into the old,
filthy mattress.  Lisa turns her face away from Shaquanda's lips
to avoid her kiss only to feel Shaquanda's wet tongue dip into
her ear instead.  Lisa's eyes squint in revulsion.

"No, don't!" Lisa cries.

Shaquanda hears the front door open and close outside the bedroom
- Reggie returning.

Shaquanda jumps off Lisa to get Reggie.  Lisa struggles from bed
fighting residual effects of Shaquanda's potent drugs unable to
regain bearing.








"No, get away from me with that you sick bastards!" Lisa screams,
her naked body kicking and thrashing beneath Reggie.  Reggie pins
Lisa's shoulders on the mattress and Shaquanda manages slipping
the tourniquet around Lisa's struggling arm.  "Stop giving me
that shit! No! I don't want it!"

The needle pricks Lisa's moving arm several times missing her
veins.

Lisa endures repeated needle sticks determined not to let them
drug her again. Anything is better than going back to that
vegetative state as Shaquanda's plaything, Shaquanda plying
Lisa's pussy, performing disgusting oral sex on her -
masturbating her - entertaining herself by forcing Lisa to orgasm
over and over.

"Shit, she won't hold still," Shaquanda complains.  "I can't get
it with her like dis.  We waited too long dis time."

"You're going to jail for this," Lisa hisses.

Reggie suddenly releases Lisa, but before she is able to
completely sit up, his open hand lands hard on her left cheek,
then her right one. Lisa falls back in the bed, her head turns to
the side and sinks in the pillow, her hands rise shielding her
gorgeous face from additional blows.  Reggie returns to holding
Lisa down.

The pillow drinks Lisa's tears as Shaquanda pulls her arm
straight and sticks Lisa's vein.

"No, please," Lisa cries.  "I don't want any more of that!"

"Shush," Shaquanda coos depressing the syringe, stoking fires of
victory and anticipation burning hotter in her loins while
extinguishing the embers of Lisa's lucidity and resistance. 
Shaquanda anticipates resuming her gluttonous feast on Lisa's
genitals - stretching the girl's pussy wide and freely running
her tongue in it, swallowing its sweet secretions, making love to
Lisa, making her cum again.  "Dis gonna make everything all
better for ya, Baby. Yur gonna feel so good while I munch on yur
muffin."

Shaquanda's comment repulses Lisa.  Lisa clings to her anger,
tries to fight the drugs.  She doesn't want it to feel good, not
like that again.  This is all so horribly disgusting - and
evil... but...

While watching Shaquanda empty the syringe, Reggie feels the
strain in Lisa's tight muscles begin relaxing beneath him, her
efforts diminishing, her sobs subsiding.  "There we go - dat's
better now," Reggie comments.

The struggle is over.

If Shaquanda's mistake occurred sooner; if only Lisa had sobered
a little earlier, but the timing was tragic.

Euphoria returns to Lisa; she heads back to oblivious dreams she
briefly escaped. Reggie's fingers begin toying with her nipples,
making them harden again.

"Double it up and give her another shot," Reggie tells Shaquanda.

"No, I'm good... I'm good... no more, please," Lisa pants, her
mind far away but still barely grasping their conversation.

"Dis will teach ya not to resist anymore," Reggie explains while
rolling the stiff, pink nipples of a much more cooperative Lisa
between his fingers.  Shaquanda brings the second needle to
Lisa's vein, injects its contents, and removes the tourniquet.

"Da more ya fight us da more of dat shit ya gonna get - even if
dat means overdosing yur cute white ass, ya understand?" Reggie
asks staring down at a short, neatly trimmed patch of golden
brown pubic hair - small enough to allow wearing those skimpy
panties, which they peeled off her earlier - a distance below
Lisa's sexy belly button.  Lisa's closed legs rub together; her
stomach occasionally contracts as if she still struggles,
bringing out even greater definition in her toned abdominal
muscles.

"Oh," Lisa exclaims in a tone acknowledging an incredible high
getting even better and the drug rapidly becoming her best
friend.  Lisa becomes incapable of comprehending anything other
then the wonderful feeling she is experiencing. Her eyelids
appear heavy; her mouth hangs open dumbstruck.  Robbed of
cognition she revisits paradise.

"Ain't so smart now, is she?" Reggie remarks.  "We getting her
pretty, white ass hooked on some good shit."

Reggie pauses a moment to fully appreciate the sight of this
gorgeous, white female nude: her smooth skin and light
complexion, lean, athletic body, stunning facial features with
cheeks still aglow from his slaps, and silky, golden brown hair
flowing down to her shoulders. He sees exactly what Shaquanda
finds so irresistible about Lisa.

Reggie releases Lisa's nipples, leaving them to poke up from her
firm tits into empty air as if reaching for further caresses.
Her nipples stand out a darker shade of pink from her small, pale
areolas like monochromatic bull's-eyes.

"I is sorry, Reggie, I should have given her some earlier,"
Shaquanda explains.  "I got carried away and wasn't paying
attention.  She was cumming for me like crazy and I thought I
could handle her.  Then before I knew it she was fightin' me."

"Ya doesn't wants her anywhere near lucid `til she's broken in -
especially if yur alone with her. There's a process we needs to
use on her. We needs to keep her really stoned for a long time
till she's hooked bad on da shit," Reggie admonishes.

Shaquanda looks at the floor sorrowfully as Reggie speaks. "I'll
make sure to keep shooting her up for now on - I promise," she
replies, determined to never allow Lisa to embarrass her like
this again.  "I fucked up.  I guess she still needs dat love
potion to calm her down."

"Keep working on her.  She'll eventually come around for ya,"
Reggie assures his friend and accomplice, reading disappointment
in Shaquanda's face and taking a softer tone. "I got things to
take care of tonight. Are ya sure ya can handle her on yur own?
We can't afford no problems."

"Oh, I'll handle her alright.  We got plenty more of dat shit
ready to give her.  I'll keep her so fucking high she'll need a
parachute to land. Now me and Lisa has unfinished work to
complete," Shaquanda answers with resolve, returning to the bed
and prying an opening for herself between her young, unwilling
girlfriend's legs.  With Reggie's encouragement Shaquanda is more
determined to turn Lisa into an addict and to make Lisa accept
frequently sharing her sweet, gorgeous pussy.

Shaquanda firmly grabs behind Lisa's knees and pushes the
obstinate appendages back to their former positions.  They move
halfheartedly as Shaquanda muscles them up and spreads them wide,
Lisa's youthful cunt blatantly exposed and the vagina buffet
reopened for business.  "We is gonna have a real good time, ain't
we, Lisa?" Shaquanda asks. "Now dat ya had yur fix ya gonna
behave?"

"Please... oh," the somnambulant girl mumbles.

"Ya doesn't want an overdose, does ya?" Reggie warns. Lisa is far
too stoned to consciously understand anything.  "Keep yur legs
where Shaquanda puts dem."

Shaquanda's fingers delicately pull Lisa's vaginal labia aside
flashing an enticing pastel pink that Shaquanda resumes orally
attacking.

"Nah... oh, ah," Lisa grunts with little more than feeble
attempts pushing Shaquanda's head away.  The heavy dose of
chemicals halts Lisa's thoughts; weakens her efforts.  Shaquanda
remains on Lisa's most private and erotic area, taking turns
drawing on the girl's labia and clitoris with her mouth.

"Don't," Lisa whimpers.

The refractory period for Lisa's genitals abruptly ends. Sucked
from its protective hood, Lisa's clitoral glans is engulfed by
Shaquanda's tongue smoothly encircling the super-sensitive nub.
The unwanted stimulus causes thousands of nerve endings in the
acute flesh to fire signals of intense pleasure.

Lisa's pussy becomes a pink, glittering spring of wetness. Her
mind revisits a recurring, erotic nightmare she is unable to wake
from - one her sobriety interrupted once.  She is paralyzed by an
evil black woman sexually molesting her - forcing her to orgasm
in sick, abhorrent ways.

"Mmmmmm," Shaquanda moans before taking her mouth off Lisa's
pussy for a moment and masturbating the girl again.  "I can't
help it, Baby. Yur pussy is so beautiful and taste too good,"
Shaquanda chirps, gently rubbing her thumb over Lisa's clit. 
"Oh... ya getting so wet for me. I gonna eat ya all up until ya
runs dry.  Does dis feel nice?" Shaquanda asks, observing
telltale fullness returning in Lisa's clitoris and labia. "Ya
shouldn't have stopped me before.  Now I gots to start all over
making ya cum for me."

Lisa releases a long, despairing series of guttural moans,
"Uuuuuuuuuuh, naaaaaaaaah, uuuuuuuuuuh!"

"I know ya be hearing me deep inside dat pretty head of yur's. 
I'm gonna make yur sweet little pussy feel so good yur not gonna
be able to stop cumming.  Yur gonna love being my girlfriend,
ya'll see," Shaquanda replies in response to Lisa's unsuccessful
attempts to complain, speeding up her pace of masturbating Lisa.
 "Mmmmmm, uh-huh, oh.  Isn't dis better than fightin me?"

Shaquanda parts Lisa's labia resuming oral sex on her.

The sensations intensify for Lisa, distracting her from their
actual cause.  Shaquanda makes Lisa grow ever more preoccupied
with her own pussy, with approaching orgasms, and less concerned
by the nasty dyke performing sick, heinous acts on her. Lisa
resists but is still drawn to the vegetative, womb-centered
universe again - that place she briefly escaped when semi-sober
and fought so hard avoiding.


Shaquanda brings Lisa tantalizingly close to climax and keeps her
there, switching from oral sex, back to a slow, methodic
masturbation of the helpless girl.  Shaquanda carefully plays
with Lisa's clitoris swollen to twice its normal size. Her
homosexual comments sink deep into Lisa's impressionable sub
consciousness, making perverted imprints, planting deviant
thoughts: "Oh, yeah, dat's startin to feel nice again, huh? Ya
like me touching yur pussy.  Ya like da way dat feel. Ya be so
wet.  Ooooh, yur clitty be comin out for me to play with it - it
gettin so big `n hard for me, Baby."

Shaquanda's focuses ever more intently on cultivating Lisa's
clitoris.  Her thumb rapidly flicks and then slowly traces the
stiff, wet ridge, nudging its prepuce backward and then forward,
further teasing it - all while masterfully slipping her fingers
inside Lisa and gently massaging the girl's g-spot.

"Oooh, I'm inside ya now, Baby. Dat feel nice.  Ya so warm and
wet for me," Shaquanda whispers in Lisa's ear.

Lisa replies with a hopeless groan as if trying not to feel the
incredible sensations Shaquanda generates in her.

"I know all about what young girls like.  Ya doesn't has to be
embarrassed by dis.  Yur pussy is really beautiful and I like
playing with it. Pussy is so much prettier than cock.  Ya see how
nice this is?  Ya doesn't wants to be with men and their nasty
cocks anymore.  Ya want me to make love to ya," Shaquanda
explains to the captive audience of Lisa's subconscious. "I have
a pussy too and I know exactly how yurs works.  Ya see how good
yur pussy feels now?"

While rubbing Lisa's g-spot, Shaquanda's other fingers continue
befriending the girl's clitoris, keeping it engaged - fully
aroused; playing with Lisa's pink private part like a new found
pet whose fleeting attention Shaquanda wants to keep.  "I bet yur
lame dick boyfriends never took care of ya like dis."

Being molested by a disgusting dyke - while listening to hideous
perversions - would mortify Lisa in her right mind.  But Lisa's
drugged subconscious begins accepting the debauchery. She
succumbs, returns to being Shaquanda's plaything.  Like a
whisper, Lisa slips back to obliviousness. Lisa's thoughts center
entirely on her vagina.  Subtle coital motions in Lisa's pelvis
resume synchronized with a soft a cappella of erotic moans
escaping her throat.  Lisa's prior resolve to resist the drugs
and Shaquanda vanishes like it never existed.

Shaquanda exercising full reign over Lisa, gently stretches the
girl's pussy wide open with her fingertips, pulling Lisa's labia
to the sides and gazing at her unhidden, beautiful pink treasure
glistening with wetness.  Lisa pules in erotic passion and her
hips dance to Shaquanda's touch. "Dat's right, just let me take
care of ya, Baby. I got ya.  Oh, mmmm, ya doesn't need to worry,
uh-huh. Ya be blessed with dis gorgeous and delicious pussy yur
sharing with me for now on," Shaquanda coos to her drugged
victim.  "I bet ya don't even know how pretty yur pussy is."

Delighted in her victory retaking Lisa, Shaquanda's fingers
continue coaxing Lisa's clitoris to a full bloom in pink, a
susceptible clam seduced from its shell, indulged by the enemy
into betraying Lisa.  "Uh-huh, dat feel really good. Oooooh,
yeah, yur cumming for me nicely now, Baby."

Shaquanda plays her sick, perverted game to see how long, how
often, how intensely she can make Lisa orgasm. What is this
girl's limit?   Shaquanda keeps planting tensions in Lisa's groin
like unwanted weeds in a once tended garden - over feeding them,
growing them to huge, uncontrollable appetites taking over the
indigenous vegetation, lush and hungering for more attention, for
release until every muscle in the helpless girl's body contracts,
her toes curl, and she cries out. Shaquanda never gets bored
playing with young pussy.

Reggie shakes his head astonished by Shaquanda's voracious
appetite for Lisa. Observing Shaquanda sexually subdue Lisa makes
his cock ache for more, but he doesn't have time to watch. 
Reggie quietly departs, leaving the two alone.  After closing the
bedroom door behind him, he hears their dulled voices through the
wall - Lisa mewling and Shaquanda cooing to her.  He knows
Shaquanda will wear down the young beauty.  Lisa will ultimately
acquiesce to her new life ...or she will die from an overdose.

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