Oh God! What have I gotten myself into?
She did her best to extricate herself. She made excuses about the babysitter having to leave early. She said she had an early day at work the next day. When she became more persistent about going, Cutter grew testy. Grabbing her arm roughly, he pulled her off to the side.
“What’s the problem? You trying to make me look bad or something?” he growled, his voice dangerous, his breath reeking with whiskey. For the first time, she saw a look that let her know it was no longer a game. Even though he’d been drinking heavily, it cut through the drunken glaze in his eyes like a razor. It was a deadly, menacing glare that sliced sharply through her, injecting her with a cold fear that went all the way to the bone, letting her know his patience was at an end. “I’m not going to appreciate it if you embarrass me.” His hand on her arm tightened roughly to let her know he meant business. She winced in pain as he warned. “You’d best lighten up and start having fun!”
The look in his eyes told her there would not be a second warning.
She knew now she was in danger. Physical danger. She also knew that her family could also be in danger. Her children … even Chris. She would put nothing past men of this ilk. She had gotten herself mixed up in all this of her own accord. Whatever happened to her from here on out, she deserved it. But they were innocents. There would be no way she would bring harm to them because of her indiscretions.
One of them, the bald one with broad shoulders and no neck, offered her a hit of something, a skin patch he said would help her “relax and unwind.” At this point, all she wanted was for this night to be over. Whatever was going to happen, she was just going to let it happen. Hopefully, she would survive and wake up in her bed the next morning, a little worse for wear and a lot wiser. She just wanted to go home. Resigned to her fate, she stuck it to her arm.
The skin patch did, indeed, help her relax. She never knew what exactly it was. She knew it wasn’t Moonbeam. She’d tried that before, way back in her Twenties. It didn’t come anywhere close to having the effect this stuff had on her. Whatever it was, it gave her a euphoric feeling, without the perception-altering effects of the more mainstream drug. She was still aware of everything going on around her. She was still in control of her faculties, yet every sense was heightened, be it taste, touch, and smell, while every emotion and feeling was enhanced. She felt alive, more than she’d ever felt before.
The patch contained a libido-enhancer. As time passed and the men became friendlier, more forward in their advances, she felt her aversion to them begin to wane. In its place, strange feelings arose. Unnatural urges increased rapidly with time. Each time one of the men touched her, she felt herself flush, as they laughed, drank, and made loud and increasingly raunchy and suggestive conversation. It all combined to heighten the effect of the drug. The more her willpower crumbled, the more the drug bent her to its will. Each little crack in her defenses was exploited and negated. Eventually, she gave in, relaxing and allowing the full effect of it to take over. After all, why not? Had she not fantasized about just such a thing?This was a once in a lifetime experience, her compromised mind advocated. Enjoy it.
She would. Letting go of the last shreds of resistance, she gave in to her basest primal desires. Like a whore in a back-alley Martian bordello, she allowed them to have their way.
She’d always heard tales of those infamous live sex shows on the Red Planet. As the drug coursed through her veins, encouraging her, she began to imagine herself the star performer in one of those notorious venues. With Cutter as her audience, she allowed men she would’ve customarily crossed the street to distance herself from to defile her in any and every way they saw fit. For hours, they took turns with her … singly, in pairs, and finally as a trio. She deliciously savored every sweaty, musky, sticky, depraved second of it.
Cutter watched, sweat covering his once-handsome face. She’d desperately hoped that once all this began, he would immediately regret his voyeuristic foolishness. Once he saw these horrid men actually putting their hands on her, he’d quickly put a halt to these mad proceedings. That was not to be the case. He only sat there, a look of sadistic triumph on his face. She knew then that this night had been nothing more than just another conquest, just another checkoff on his depravity list. She had become a mere toy to him.
Watching her used in such a deviant manner must’ve been quite arousing for him. After the men left, he took her himself, in his bullish, demanding way. By this time, though, the effects of the drug were wearing off, and the feeling was far from mutual. Reality was rushing back with a vengeance. She was no young, nubile sex queen on Mars. She was a thirty-something mother of two stuck on Earth, roughly groped and
