Greg is normally very polite, but when he drinks he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself. And when I get drunk, have a hard time keeping my cl...thes on. So after several hours at the party, we were in an uber home, my low rise mini skirt hiked up and Greg toying with my clit underneath the jacket over my waist so the driver couldn't see. I started to breath heavy and almost cum when the driver looked back. "You ok back there?" He asked. I nodded and Greg discreetly pulled away his. Dr. Animal takes that as his cue to leave and takes one small step backwards before the doors slam shut. Immediately the two lackey’s freak and turn to the door, but their access cards no longer work. When the plant spit seeds into the doctor’s mouth it probably put the room on lockdown. The men don’t have much time to shout though, as the plants seem to be growing inside of them. They start trying to make themselves throw up, but my guess would be that the seeds have already. He opened the door and I thanked him, meeting his eyes, the smirk still on his face. “See you tomorrow, Charlie.. Can’t wait for you to teach me some things,” he chuckled at my widening eyes and closed the door. My panties were definitely wet now. —The following day I was sitting at the head of the dining table, my legs crossed beneath the table cloth. I was wearing a navy blue swing dress and brown sandals. I had an SAT prep book, my MacBook and some other worksheets I’d printed out before. After dinner the doorbell rang. I looked through the small window and saw my Rapist standing at the door. I opened the door to let him in. As soon as the door was closed he slapped me hard in the face, making me fall to the floor. He grabbed my hair and dragged me to the livingroom. He jumped on top of my chest and slapped my face again and again. "You dirty fucking whore! I'm going to fuck your stupid holes, you filthy bitch!" He took his already hard cock out and rammed it in my mouth. He.