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 Author: The Cryptkeeper
Title: The Abducted Co-ed
Summary: Young college student abducted, drugged, and raped by an older,
butch lesbian.
Keywords: caution, rape, drugs, viol, nc, 1st, interr,
   BF, WF, FF, oral, pett,
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.
   The ad on Craig's List generated a lot of interest.  Unfortunately, the
girls that showed up to rent a room in the foreclosed house Reggie and
Shaquanda set up in were not what they were looking for.  Shaquanda escorts
the heavy-set woman in her mid-thirties to the front door.  "I already told
another young lady she could have the room, but if things fall through,
I'll give you a call," Shaquanda politely informs the woman.
   Depressed that their little plan didn't yield better results, and ready
to call it a day, Shaquanda pulls the cell phone from her pocket and begins
dialing her partner when a knock at the door interrupts her.
   A gorgeous girl introduces herself to Shaquanda, "Hi, my name's Lisa.  I
called about the room."
   For a second, Shaquanda stands speechless.  The girl's beauty is
breathtaking.  Shaquanda never anticipated someone this stunning - and
white, nonetheless - would respond.  Shaquanda always had a thing for white
girls ever since she could remember.
   The girl named Lisa appears young - in her late teens or very early
twenties.  She tucks a wisp of soft blond hair that falls past her left
cheek back behind her ear.  Her bright blue eyes draw Shaquanda's gaze
right into them until the gentle, feminine curves of her petite figure
finally break the monopoly on Shaquanda's sight.
   Too young and naïve to realize the strange look from Shaquanda is a
leer, Lisa extends her hand to the older black woman.
   Shaquanda takes Lisa's hand and the two shake, making physical contact
for the first time.  Shaquanda notes the feel of Lisa's smooth, soft skin,
and a warm youthful energy emanating from the girl's grasp, which fan the
flames of depravity burning in the older woman.
   "I'm Shaquanda." She hesitates a moment before releasing Lisa's hand,
but finally lets go.
   "I'm sorry it took me so long to get here," Lisa explains with a slight
southern drawl.  "I'm not from this area and I've never been to this part
of town before.  It's getting dark so early now and I had trouble finding
this place."
   Lisa doesn't realize this is a part of town she doesn't belong.
   "That's okay, dear.  I've had a lot of interest in the place.  Take a
look around and see what you think," Shaquanda replies, gesturing for Lisa
to come in.
   Shaquanda appears to Lisa not to care much about looks, wearing men's
khakis with a plaid, button shirt and brown boots.  Shaquanda could use
some makeup as well.
   Let me show you around," Shaquanda says enthusiastically.
   They go from room to room, Lisa silently observing how sparsely
furnished the place appears, Shaquanda pumping the girl for information as
they tour the house together.
   "So where are you from?" Shaquanda asks.
   "I'm from Castleberry, Alabama.  It's a very small town you probably
never heard of."
   "You're right, I've never heard of it.  What brings you here to the big
city?"
   "I go to UIC and live in the dorms now.  But since I'm between
semesters, I'm looking for a place to move."
   "You don't like the accommodations on campus I take it?"
   "I guess they're okay," Lisa replies.  "My dorm mates party a little too
much for me though.  Does anyone else live here with you?"
   "Nope, just me; so you won't have to worry about partying.  I take it
you don't have any friends or family in the area you can stay with?"
   "I haven't made many friends yet keeping so busy in school, and I don't
have any family around here.  My nearest relative lives over 800 miles
away. Are there any churches nearby?"
   Lisa's question stumps Shaquanda for a second.  Churches?  Shaquanda
wouldn't set foot in a house of worship if her life depended on it.  She
has no idea where the nearest Church is.
   Shaquanda claps her hands together and turns her gaze towards the
heavens.  "Oh, thank you, Jesus!  I was praying for a good, strong
Christian roommate.  There must be four or five Churches within a two-mile
radius.  I'll show you where they all are when you move in and we can go
together," Shaquanda deceitfully answers.
   As Lisa walks into the kitchen, Shaquanda texts Reggie their prearranged
signal.  Reggie observed Lisa arrive from outside and knows she is alone.
   The price is definitely right, perhaps even suspiciously low, and the
place seems adequate.  But she is uncertain of the location.  Lisa turns
back to Shaquanda as Shaquanda sends her text message to Reggie.
   "Is this neighborhood safe?" Lisa asks.
   Shaquanda looks up from her phone and smiles at Lisa, revealing a piano
key arrangement of white and gold teeth.
   "You'll have nothing to worry about around here.  I've lived in this
neighborhood my entire life without a single problem.  It's the other side
of Osborn Ave.  where things get a little rough," Shaquanda assures her.
   Something about Shaquanda unsettles Lisa.  The black woman's large,
muscular frame, short nappy hair, and strong facial features make Shaquanda
look unattractively manly to Lisa.  Lisa innocently fails to recognize
Shaquanda as butch with the hots for her.
   "Let me think about it and I'll get back in touch with you," Lisa
replies, deciding to pass on the room for now.
   The front door opens as Lisa reaches for its knob to leave.  A huge
black man with the body of linebacker blocks her exit.  She backs away as
the man enters.
   Reggie shuts and locks the door behind him.
   "Excuse me," Lisa politely remarks looking for a way around the big man.
   Without warning, Reggie tackles Lisa to the floor knocking the wind from
her.
   "No, don't," Lisa tries to shout but gasps.  Out of breath, shocked and
buried beneath 250 pounds of solid, dark muscle, Lisa feels like she is
drowning, and ignores something constricting around her arm as she
struggles with the more pressing issue of freeing herself from the huge
black man on top of her.
   Lisa's kicks and thrashes have no effect on Reggie.  He grabs her chin
and turns her head, pressing her right cheek into the carpet.  Lisa feels a
pull on her left arm and something sharp piercing the skin in the crux of
her elbow.  She can't turn to see the source of the pain.
   Shaquanda injects a large dose of rohypnol mixed with heroin into Lisa's
virgin veins.
   Calm washes away Lisa's panic and she melts into her surroundings as the
opiates reach her brain.
   **************
   On the other side of Osborn Ave., deep in the seediest part of town,
Shaquanda and Reggie support Lisa's limp body between them.  With her arms
on each of their shoulders, they guide the stoned girl a short distance
across the dark parking lot from their van into a rundown tenement Reggie
owns, abandoned for years and now used by prostitutes and crackheads.
   "Wheeeere are yoooou taking meeeee?" Lisa slurs.  Although her skin
color is rare around here, the scene is not uncommon; she looks like
another junkie who's had too much dope and needs a place to sleep it off.
   Reggie and Shaquanda ignore Lisa's delirious questions.  "Do you need
any more help with her tonight?" Reggie asks Shaquanda.
   "No, I think I can handle her for now.  I've got big plans for this
one," Shaquanda replies.
   "Okay, I'll get back with you tomorrow.  I want to hear all the juicy
details.  Don't forget, the next one is mine," Reggie answers leaving the
two alone in the empty building.
   A dirty mattress with old stains from various body fluids rests on the
floor in the center of an otherwise furnitureless room.  It smells of
cigarettes and a hint of urine.  Lisa lies supinely on it as Shaquanda
undresses her.  Several lit candles siting nearby on the floor provide the
only flickers of light and cast macabre shadows on the walls.  With each
breath she takes, a heavy must fills Lisa's lungs.
   Shaquanda jerks and rips most of Lisa's clothes off and throws them
about the room.
   "What are you doing?  Don't," Lisa sluggishly protests.
   Shaquanda straddles Lisa's thin waist.  Lisa's shiny silk bra - a cream
colored fabric with a flashy mix of red, green, blue and orange polka dots
- catches Shaquanda's attention like a fish to a lure.  Lisa's shapely
breasts fill the soft material like wind in the sails of a ship.
   Shaquanda reaches up and cups Lisa's firm tits.  Her fingers begin
tracing outlines of Lisa's nipples through the taffeta.
   "Nooooo," Lisa moans.
   Shaquanda begins unfastening the bra; but Lisa's hands get in her way.
   "Stop it!" Shaquanda impatiently growls grabbing Lisa's wrists and
pinning them past Lisa's head to the mattress.  Shaquanda holds them there
a few moments.
   The date rape drug has its way with Lisa and she settles down again,
ceasing to squirm long enough for Shaquanda to release her wrists and
finish unclasping the front of her bra.  "You won't be needing this anytime
soon," Shaquanda remarks throwing the garment somewhere past their tiny
island of candle light into the surrounding darkness.  Shaquanda's hands
slide from Lisa's belly button all the way up to her perky tits.  They
knead the perfectly formed globes of porcelain white flesh that are capped
by small, pink aerolae and nipples that pucker as the chill night air
grazes them.  Shaquanda's fingers fasten around the tiny buds gently
tweaking them to full attention.
   "I think I'll suck on these a while," Shaquanda comments.
   Lisa feels Shaquanda's full weight press her into the mattress as the
thick bull dyke lays on top of her.
   Shaquanda grips Lisa's breast and begins sucking her nipple.
   "No, get off," Lisa groans.  She tries shoving Shaquanda's mouth from
her tit with no avail.  Her hands push Shaquanda at random attempting to
get her away.  Her legs helplessly flounder about having no more effect
moving Shaquanda's massive body than her hands.
   Shaquanda squeezes Lisa's breasts, sucks and nibbles her taut nipples -
flicks the stiff, wet flesh with her tongue.
   "Oh, these are so beautiful," Shaquanda mutters, loudly smacking her
lips and drawing on Lisa's nipples like a nursing baby.
   Lisa's squirm grows stiller as she succumbs to the date rape drug and
inures to her assault.
   Shaquanda finally tears herself from the gorgeous tits and rises from
Lisa.  "Those were really nice appetizers," she remarks, leaving Lisa's wet
nipples sharply poking into the cold night air.  "But, now it's time for
the main course."
   Shaquanda's eyes wander down Lisa's toned abdomen and linger on her
shallow bellybutton shaped like a keyhole.  Her hand follows the smooth,
muscular contours of Lisa's stomach like a carpenter finishing a fine piece
of woodwork.  Shaquanda wiggles her thumb into Lisa's naval.
   "No, stop," Lisa complains from the tickle to her umbilicus.
   While Shaquanda thumbs Lisa's bellybutton her eyes move on to pinker
pastures.
   "Look at these cute, little panties," Shaquanda remarks about the dainty
bikini briefs matching Lisa's bra.  Shaquanda's fingers slide into their
elastic.
   "No," Lisa moans, grabbing the garment so Shaquanda can't remove it from
her.
   Shaquanda pries Lisa's fingers from the waistband and inches the fabric
down.  She begins to suspect Lisa is completely shaved when a wisp of
brown, shortly trimmed pubic hairs finally appears.
   Lisa's hands regain their grasp on the undergarment and attempt pulling
it back in a tug of war with Shaquanda.
   "Let it go!" Shaquanda snarls, roughly peeling Lisa's fingers from the
panties.  With Lisa too inebriated to sit up, Shaquanda jerks the
undergarment past its previous low mark, just beyond Lisa's reach, and
stops to watch Lisa's fingers clutch emptiness.  She stares at Lisa's
small, golden brown bush and how meticulously tidy it appears.  Shaquanda
begins inching the fabric further from Lisa's grasp taunting the drugged
girl.  "You won't be needing these for a while either," she exclaims,
finally sliding them the rest of the way down.
   "Please, no," Lisa somnolently mutters as Shaquanda pulls the soft silk
fabric from Lisa's foot like she is unwrapping a present.
   "No?  We haven't even got started yet, Baby," Shaquanda replies. 
"You're in for a real treat tonight."
   Shaquanda takes the panties she just removed and inhales Lisa's female
scent from them.  "Mmmm...  you smell delicious.  I'm keeping these as a
little reminder of our first time together."
   Shaquanda places Lisa's panties where she won't forget them and reaches
between Lisa's thighs.
   Lisa hears a faraway voice repeating to open her legs.
   "Open your legs," Shaquanda barks again, while slowly forcing them to
part.
   Lisa feels incredibly tired and doesn't care about anything.  She
relaxes and Shaquanda spreads her wide.
   "Oh my," Shaquanda exclaims, seating herself between Lisa's splayed legs
and getting a good look at the girl's genitals.  Lisa must have recently
waxed or shaved, not a trace of hair or stubble anywhere on her entire
pussy.  "What a gorgeous cunt you have."
   Shaquanda briefly grazes Lisa's smooth, soft labia with her fingers, but
Lisa's hands soon interfere.  Lisa's legs attempt closing too, but
Shaquanda sits in their way.
   Shaquanda grabs Lisa's hands and forces them to Lisa's side.  "Let me
touch it!" she snaps, attempting a second time to caress Lisa's pussy.
   "Noooo," Lisa groggily groans.  After a few minutes of allowing
Shaquanda to touch "it", her hands return to block Shaquanda.
   Shaquanda grabs Lisa's wrists, violently shoving them back to Lisa's
side.  "Let me touch it!" Shaquanda growls, this time slapping each hand
hard when it attempts moving.  Shaquanda spits generously on her thumb and
then gently circles Lisa's clitoris with it.
   "Let me touch it," Shaquanda slowly warns in a deep voice observing
Lisa's hands hesitantly begin their return as her thumb progresses from
circling the girl's clitoris to delicately, yet directly messaging it. 
"Let me touch it," she repeats, catching Lisa's hands with her free hand
and putting each back in place where it won't get in her way.
   Lisa's hands rise, but stay in place this time.
   "That's a good girl.  Just let me touch it for a little while and I'll
stop.  I'm not hurting you," Shaquanda lilts, continuing to tenderly
manipulate Lisa's clitoris.  The soothing stimulation as Shaquanda
masturbates her begins to pacify Lisa.
   "No, please, don't," Lisa moans.
   But Lisa's protests become more meaningless the longer Shaquanda fondles
her.  Lisa's clit begins to enlarge from contact with Shaquanda's finger.
Shaquanda spreads Lisa's labia, observing her beautiful, pink folds, and
slips her index finger into Lisa's pussy.
   "Oooooh, you're so wet for me, Baby," Shaquanda coos, locating the
girl's G-spot, simultaneously stimulating it and Lisa's clitoris.  "I'm
going to make you cum for me."
   Lisa's clitoris and labia become fuller and more colorful.  Her pelvis
sporadically begins gentle coital motions.
   "Ah, oh, God," Lisa gasps.
   "Oooooh, uh-huh, does this feel good?" Shaquanda asks, before going down
on the girl.  She pulls Lisa's soft labia to the sides with her thumbs to
eat out her pussy, lightly sucking and licking Lisa's hardening clit,
delving her tongue into her wet slit and slurping down Lisa's sweet juices
of love.
   "Oh, oh, oh, nah, please," Lisa moans, her fingers clenching the
mattress.
   Time proves Shaquanda's ally.  Her hands now leisurely glide to and fro
along Lisa's widely spread inner thighs, her lips loudly smack, filling the
empty room with wet sounds as she continues performing oral sex on the
innocent, young girl.  Lisa grows ever more complacent.
   Shaquanda softly plays with Lisa's pink, wet clit, doubled in size and
hard for Shaquanda.
   Lisa's breathing becomes rapid, her muscles tense.
   Shaquanda notes other changes in her young, white victim with Lisa's
pussy now wide open for her.  Its inner lips are more swollen and darker
red; and Lisa's beautiful little clit has timidly hidden beneath its
engorged hood.
   Although Lisa's clitoris is no longer directly accessible, Shaquanda
continues softly rubbing its hood while slipping her fingers back inside
Lisa's soaked pussy to resume indulging the girl's G-spot.
   "I can tell you're getting close.  I need you to cum real hard for me,
Baby," Shaquanda encourages.
   "Oh, please, don't," Lisa groggily pleads, her pelvis subtly gyrating
for Shaquanda.
   "I'll stop soon, Baby.  I'm just going to play with it a little longer
until you cum for me," Shaquanda replies.  "I need you to cum."
   Lisa hears a distant voice that keeps telling her to cum.
   "Cum for me, Baby," Shaquanda repeats.
   Shaquanda feels Lisa's pussy rhythmically clench her finger while
messaging the girl's G-spot.
   "Oh, God, no, oh, oh, oh," Lisa quietly cries in a high pitch as her
violent orgasm continues.
   A slippery fluid gushes from Lisa's pussy, covering Shaquanda's fingers
and producing yet another stain on the filthy mattress.
   "That's it, Baby.  That's a good girl, keep cumming for me," Shaquanda
goads.
   Lisa's orgasm finally subsides, but Shaquanda fails to keep her promise
and doesn't stop masturbating the girl.
   "Please, stop," Lisa sleepily whispers.
   "But your pretty clit has come out," Shaquanda comments, circling it
with her wet thumb again.
   Lisa's hands try to stop Shaquanda.
   "Let me touch it a little longer," Shaquanda coos, then harshly slaps
Lisa's hands out of her way.  She resumes gently stroking Lisa's clitoris
as it begins re-hardening for her.  "It's so pretty."
   "Oh, God - please, not again," Lisa listlessly gasps.
   *******************************
   The setting sun's rays pour through a broken window along with a cold
draft.  Lisa wakes naked in an empty, dilapidated flat with what feels like
a terrible hangover.  She is freezing and can't think clearly.  Her clothes
are strewn all about the room.  She has slept on a disgusting mattress but
still feels exhausted.  She dresses without finding her panties.
   Lisa leaves the abandoned tenement unable to remember how she got there,
but recalling fragments of horrible, disgusting, nightmares - unlike any
she has had before - too embarrassing to ever share with anyone else.
   The End
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