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Coerced
by August

Chapter 9

God, what am I doing walking in a state like this? With my head is swimming and everything in a sort of fog, I can't see how I'm going to make it home. It's such a long walk. It would normally take a couple of hours to walk from Charlene's, and in my current state I have no idea how long it will be. Oh well, a journey of a thousand miles begins?.

Concentrating on putting one foot in front of another, I have no idea how long I had been walking when I became aware of what a gorgeous evening it was. I noticed the sun, drifting in the evening sky as it still warmed the air and sidewalk, was almost majestic. While I couldn't look directly at the sun, I closed my eyes and just let it wash over me, caressing me with its seductive tendrils of comfort. Lost as I was in a privet place, I was startled back to reality by the horn and shouting as a car approached and slowly drove past.

"Hey babe, you want a ride somewhere? We can take you places you've never been before." shouted a voice from the car.

"Ya, we'll give you a ride and you can give us a ride." came a different voice. Laughter erupted from the car and the driver started leaning on the horn, creating all kinds of attention.

Before I knew what was happening, people started coming out of their houses, to stand on their front step or lawn. They were staring and I could almost feel their contempt. This is not what I wanted. It's what I feared when Charlene first mentioned I was to walk home in this skimpy bikini. In my current state, I'd forgotten. But it came flooding back now. What can I do? What can I do? I can't think.

"What kind of hussy walks around in public dressed like that?" I heard off to my right. "You should be ashamed."

"Don't you know there are children around here." came a female voice from behind me. "God will punish you for this. You will rot in hell, you Jezebel." Then I heard a door slam, and I just hoped that I wouldn't have to deal with her any more.

Turning back towards the car, I almost fell over when I noticed there was someone not two feet from me. He startled me so much I know I jumped. "Hey, foxy lady. You want to do me and my amigo?" he sneered. Then he turned to the car shouting, "Esto es un caliente bebe. Es rogando le." I don't know what he's saying, but I just know it isn't nice. In fact, with my head like this, I'm sure it means trouble for me.

With my head swimming and panic starting to really get the adrenaline pumping I let out a shriek as he grabbed my left breast. Pulling back and swinging my arms I yelled for him to leave me alone. "What are you doing? You can't do that. Leave me alone. Just go away." Then, as much as I hated myself for it, I started crying. Not hard, but the tears were welling up in my eyes and I could feel one slide down my cheek.

All he did was start laughing and follow me as I stepped back. Almost at once, his hand was back on my breast and he was squeezing and kneading it. My god, my nipple just shot erect. I can feel it against the palm of his hand.

I looked around to see if one of the neighbors has seen what is going on and would help me. Where are they? I know there were three or four people out in there yards. Where are they now that I need them.

"Come along, slut." he says as he puts his other hand on my back and starts to guide me to his car. Then, before I can say anything, he removes his hand from my breast and puts it over my mouth. One filthy hand is on my mouth and the other is forcing me toward the car. This can't be happening. Not out in public like this.

The next thing I know I'm laying on the ground and I can hear shouting in front of me. Shaking my head I look at where the commotion is coming from. There is the punk kid who was just assaulting me and another young man, with a baseball bat in his hand. I know he looks familiar, but I can't place him right now and that isn't important. He's protecting me. Brandishing the bat like he's about to remove someone's head, my hero starts taking a few more menacing step toward the other boy. Then, as quickly as it started, it's over. The punk dives through the open window of the car and I can hear squealing tires as it speeds away.

The passing tension is like a wave of relief as it washes over me. It, literally, feels as if a load has been lifted and I can breath normally again. Catching my breath I look up as a shadow covers me. Once again, my heart starts racing.

"Well, Mrs. Hopkins, it looks like you just don't know how to stay out of trouble," Dave said with a smile. "Good thing I came along when I did. It looks like you were about to go for a little 'joy ride'," he said reaching his hand down to help me to my feet.

Taking his hand, I let him pull me upright. But he had to do most of the work, my legs just don't have any strength. Standing by his side he reached in front of me and bounced my breast. The same one the punk was abusing. "You might want to put that away," he smirked.

Looking down, there was my breast, naked and exposed for everyone to see. I quickly grabbed my bikini top and rearranged it to cover me as well as I could. I know I was blushing when I asked "What are you doing here? Not that I'm ungrateful. God, you saved my life. I don't know what they'd have done to me."

"Oh, I know what they'd have done alright. And so do you. Lucky for you I was on shooting hoops at the school and was on my way to pick up Lisa and bring her back. We were both lucky I had a bat in the car. So, what are you doing out here dressed like that?"

"Charlene got me drunk and then told me to walk home. Oh, please," I begged, "you've got to help me. I can't walk in this condition. I don't think I can make it. And what if those boys come back? Please, help me."

"OK OK, don't worry. I can't let anything happen to Mrs. Winters 'special maid', can I? I'll get you home safe and sound. I just have to swing by the school and tell the guys that I won't be back. Not more than fifteen, twenty minutes out of our way."

With that, David opened the passenger's door, threw some stuff in the back and then held the door for me and then closed it, just like a date. I have to admit, it feels good to FINALLY just sit down. The seat is cool, obviously he has been running the air, and the velour is soft against my naked ass cheeks. Almost before he can get in the car himself, I lean against the door and close my eyes.

Even David's closing his door doesn't jar me back to reality. It's when he reached across to grab the seat-belt that makes me jump. "Have to buckle up now Mrs. H. I don't want to be pulled over for something that silly. And you sure don't want to explain what you're doing out dressed like that." With that he continued to reach for the belt. I don't think that he has to grab it right where my breasts are. He could have reached a little lower so he didn't have to rub my chest like that. And I know there is no reason for him to put his hand on the inside of my leg, just below my crotch, to buckle the belt. (I have to admit, it does feel good. Someone touching me that isn't trying to get something from me is sort of comforting.)

Then he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a fancy, engraved, flask. Unscrewing the top, he took a drink and offered it to me. "No thanks," I said. "I don't want any."

"Come on now. You have to be on edge after that incident with the kid. You don't want to go home all agitated and have to explain why, do you? Just take a sip or two to get the edge off."

Thinking to myself that he was right, and for some reason not wanting to disappoint him, I took the flask and started to take a sip. Just as it was starting to flow, David lifted the bottom so I got a lot more than I wanted. Sputtering and coughing, I swallow what I have and then start spitting air to get the taste out of my mouth. "That tastes terrible," I say, shaking my head. "How can you drink that stuff? What IS it?"

"Just a little whiskey. What did Mrs. Winters give you to drink? It had to be something like this."

"She had me drink scotch, but I got to dilute it in tea, which made it taste much better. In fact, I got to drink the good tea."

David's head turned toward me and I noticed a grin come across his face. I didn't think much of it except that he had a really nice smile.

"Well, I'm sure that the first sip just caught you by surprise. I'm sure the next one will go down much smoother. Give it a try."

Well, he was probably right. I did take too much at one time, even if that wasn't my fault. Sipping a little, it went down easier. I still didn't care that much for the taste, but just about then the first swallow I took seemed to hit me and I felt a kind of warmth cover me. I could feel myself relax a little and it was a nice feeling. I took another small sip and offered the flask back to David.

"No thanks. I've go to drive. You just keep working on that and by the time we get to the school you'll feel much better."

Cradling the flask in both hands I settled into the seat, closed my eyes and just relaxed. With the radio playing and my continual sipping of the whiskey was getting quite drowsy and I know I drifted off to sleep. The next thing I knew, David was gently shaking me.

"Wake up Mrs. Hopkins. We're at the school and we have to go tell my friends why I won't be back. The court is just around the corner."

"I don't think I should be seen you boys dressed like this," I said staggering out of the car.

"Oh, that's OK. You look fine. In fact, you sort of owe them for breaking up the game. Just take one more sip and off we go."

I took one more sip and handed the flask to him. He took it, put the cap on and tossed it onto the front seat. Then David took his left arm and wrapped around my waist and started leading me to the school. Walking was NOT easy. Between my heels and the booze I could barely stay on my feet. More than once I stumbled into David. And more than once I felt his hand on my breasts or butt.

Rounding the corner I could see the game in progress. I could see about eight guys of all sizes running around with their shirts off and sweat on their bodies. I thought to myself that they were fine looking examples of young manhood. Then I twisted my ankle and fell hard to the ground. Dave just wasn't able to catch me with my sudden fall. Grabbing my ankle I started to cry and rub it.

"Here, let me," commanded David and he took my left foot in his hands and started massaging. "Lie down and let me work on this."

Leaning back I let him massage my ankle. But, when I looked up, almost all the boys from the game were standing around, watching Dave work on me.

"Whoo, Dave. What you got there?" said a tall black boy. "Do you need any help?"

"Well, she seems to have twisted her ankle but I'm not sure I have the right one. Why don't you take the other one and see how it feels."

"Are you sure she didn't hurt her leg?" asked another boy. "I'd better check them out."

"Ya," came another voice.

Before I could say anything I felt hands all over my body. Hands on my feet. Hands on my legs and arms. Hands on my stomach. (Why on my stomach - I didn't have a tummy ache.) Then hands on my breasts. "You shouldn't touch me there," I stated, trying to sit up. "That's not proper."

Pushing me back down David said "We have to make sure you aren't hurt. We can't let you go home if you should be going to the hospital."

"Well, that sound reasonable," I said. "Just don't get fresh." Having said that I let then check me over. Their hands were very insistent, prodding, pushing and squeezing my breasts. When one would finish another would take over saying the last guy didn't know what to look for and that he did. Sometime during the inspection my top came off and I was laying there topless.

And I could feel my nipples get hard and pointy. I could feel the blood effusing them to the point where they were almost painful. But, painful in a really nice way. I know I was pushing my chest into their hands. I really want them to continue. I know it's wicked, but it feels sooooo good.

Then I felt my feet being lifted in the air and a second late I felt a breeze on my crotch. "No. Stop. You can't do that," I slurred in my drunken state. "This is going too far."

End Chapter 9

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