Date Rape Drug

Fbailey story number 733


Date Rape Drug


It started out innocent enough but sure changed in a hurry. I had invited three of my friends over for the afternoon to plan our science project. The teacher paired us up but that was fine because I had known all three since we started school, years ago. We didn’t hang out together because I was a nerd, Jim and Bob were jocks, and Hank was just a pervert.

My mother and sister had been out shopping and asked me to help them carry bags in from the car.

The guys took one look at my MILF mother and my sexy little sister and rushed out to help them.

When things settled down Hank helped Mom get drinks for everyone. Normally she gives Brandi and I soda still in the can, but that time she carried out a tray of glasses that contained ice cubes, soda, and straws. Hank had two glasses in his hands. He gave one to Brandi while Mom placed the tray on the coffee table next to us. Hank handed the glass that he had been holding to my mother and took one off our tray. Something did not seem right about it but we got into a heavy discussion and time passed.

Brandi started acting funny, like she was drunk. Soon Mom was acting funny too.

Hank said, “It won’t be long now.”

Jim started laughing and said, “Dude you didn’t. Not to them.”

Bob said, “You fucking nut. You slipped them roofies.”

I couldn’t believe that Hank had slipped my mother and my sister the Date Rape drug Rohypnol.

I said, “Get to hell out of my house…NOW!”

Bob threw Hank out of the house and then turned on Jim saying, “You’re no better than he is. I’ve seen you do the same thing.”

After the other two had gone Bob said, “Hank spiked their drinks and made them unsuspecting victims. He was going to try to fuck them and Jim would have helped.”

I asked, “How long will it last?”

Bob said, “I’m no expert but I think it will take from eight to twenty-four hours to get out of their systems. They won’t remember a thing.”

I questioned, “They won’t remember a thing?”

Bob laughed and said, “You know Trish Baker, don’t you?”

I replied, “Yeah.”

Bob added, “Well a few weeks ago someone slipped one into her drink at a party. All night long guys were going up the stairs, fucking her and then coming down the stairs. I counted six at least but I’m sure there were more than that. My sister saw her two days later and she mentioned being sick, having some memory loss, and that her legs were sore.”

I must have looked confused because he added, “He legs were sore from being fucked so much. One guy even took nude pictures of her on his cell phone.”

Brandi and Mom were sleeping on the couch when Bob asked, “Can I help you get them into bed? Then they can sleep it off.”

I appreciated his help. He was awfully happy to help take their clothes off too.

He asked, “What do they normally sleep in? We wouldn’t want them to wake up nude if they should be in pajamas or something.”

I replied, “I’m pretty sure that Mom sleeps nude.