GANG RAPE SEX

"Well Luke," she said, "I suppose I’d better be getting home. I’ve never ‘run away’ before…even if it was only for an hour or so! My dad will be looking for me soon coz I switched my cell off."
On impulse, he said to her.
"Well hey Ashley, I have a car just round the corner. Let me take you back, you can’t walk home alone this time of night." Then, as an afterthought, "gang rape sex"
She smiled at him.
"Sure it’s not out of your way?"
"Yeah, like at least ten minutes," he replied in a mock-inconvenienced tone.
She gathered up her back-pack and they left Rick’s Charcoal Chicken.
Luke’s mind was in hyperdrive as they walked to his gang rape sex. He knew she would never, COULD never, go out with him. This was the only opportunity he could ever see himself as having. She was the girl over and above any that he had fantasisied about and if he was to do it…this was the moment. Still chatting to her idly, he slowly retrieved the small bottle from his pocket.
"Whoa!" she said when they reached the Buick. "Is this really your car?"
"Yeah," he replied. "I’ve had her for a couple of years. Bit heavy on gas, but she’s a dream to ride in."
"Really cool car Luke," she said. "I love it."
Opening the passenger’s side door for her, he ushered her in. The glow from the courtesy light permitted Luke a momentary glance of her skirt riding up her thighs as she sat down. Being a really warm night, he had her lower all four windows from the central console."
"Just have to get my bag out of the trunk Ashley, hold on a sec." He glanced around the darkened street….not a person in sight.
He almost dropped the tiny bottle in his haste. He hadn’t realised it until that instant, but the adrenalin-rush had imbued his body with a fit of shaking. Retrieving a small cloth he kept near the spare tire, he quickly unscrewed the bottle and poured several drops of fluid on to the gang rape sex, soaking the center part, while keeping it at arm’s length and being careful not to breathe more than necessary. He hadn’t been thirty seconds.
"Ready now," he called to her. A last glance around revealed no newcomers to the street.
In two steps he was beside her. Clamping the cloth tightly across her mouth she struggled immediately of course, trying desperately to force his arm away. She beat at rape sex, but to no avail. The car being pillarless, he was able to hold her tightly against the seat and in a matter of seconds the chloroform took hold, her struggles subsided and she yielded no further resistence. He let her breathe the fumes for just a couple of seconds more to ensure she was deeply under. He then tossed the rag back in the trunk, climbed into the driver’s seat and buckled up. She looked for all the world like a sleeping girlfriend.