**If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.** Brook’s Disturbed Mind (MF, nc) By Rzrsej Introduction She knocked on the door of the third floor walkup apartment and stood waiting, with the flyers in her hands. It was late, and she was tired, but exhilarated, as she always was when she had been to a political rally. Her work with the college republicans was the most enervating aspect of her life, to the point where her studies were actually structured around it, rather than the other way round. Still, she was doing well as a freshman: four A’s and a B. The stack of flyers was becoming heavy and she shifted them to her other hip. As she did so, the door was opened, and Jason stood there with a grin on his face. Jason was a slacker, and no doubt of that. His ragged t-shirt and cut-off jeans were standard uniform, and she thought to herself for a moment that she was glad he had not shown up at the rally. He always brought down the class of the room. He had a certain look, and no doubt about that, his very blond hair, just a bit too long, and hanging limply over his eyes, his lanky body tall and lithe. Decidedly not her type, however. Brooke went for the professional men, and little else. “Here they are,” she said brightly, ignoring these thoughts and offering the flyers. “Just post them around the union and on the bulletin boards in the class buildings. I really appreciate it.” “Sure, sure,” he said, fingering the hair out of his eyes, “it’s no problem at all. Hey, would you like to come in?” It was late, and she was tired. She had a test in the morning and all she felt like doing was getting home and lying down in her dorm bed. But, for whatever reason, she nodded her head, and followed him into his apartment. After all, keeping her lieutenants happy was always a good move, even if you weren’t terribly fond of your lieutenants. His apartment was much like he himself, not repulsive, but not really what she would want to call home. There were posters of various rock stars here and there, and several stacks of books and papers scattered on the couch, the coffee table, and the kitchen cabinet. Still, it was otherwise tidy. Jason cleared a space for her on the couch and she sat down. The television was on and there was a nature program about seals on. Brooke pulled her sweater around herself self-consciously and crossed her legs. “Can I get you something to drink? Maybe something to eat? I have some cheese and crackers, or some chips ahoy?” This was a bit strange, Brooke thought to herself, the way he offered refreshments as though he had some sense of decorum. Maybe she had misjudged him after all. Perhaps there was a real adult inside of this guy after all. “Well, I guess I could use something to drink. What do you have?” “Oh, whatever. I have Coke, Diet Coke, Dr. Pepper, Sprite, whatever.” “I’ll take a Dr. Pepper. Thanks.” He disappeared and she watched the seals flop around on the rocks of some island. A good host and watching decent programs on television. Jason returned carrying two large glasses, the fizz rising faintly from them. He handed one to her and sat down in a chair across the room. Brooke took a long drink, trying to think of what to say. “So, what made you decide to join the college republicans?” she finally asked when she had swallowed. “You mean why would someone like me want to join the college republicans?” he chuckled. “No, no, not at all,” she sputtered her second drink half-way down. “I just meant, what drew you to republicans in the first place?” She took another long drink, hoping he didn’t notice her embarrassment. “Well, I guess it’s mainly a rebellious thing. You know, my parents are all but hippies. Somewhere along the way I decided I couldn’t stomach all their liberalism and that settled it for me.” Brooke was feeling a bit light-headed, and took another long drink thinking perhaps she was only tired, and the jolt of caffeine would help. She had a long drive home after all. Only then she noticed that Jason had been talking on, and she had lost track of what he was saying. That wasn’t like her at all. The more she thought of it, the harder it was to concentrate. Her mind was becoming more and more fuzzy. She took another drink, and then, some part of her brain suddenly realized that this coke hadn’t tasted quite the way it should have. Her mind panicked with the realization, and she thought to scream, but somehow the scream didn’t make it to her lips. She was frozen. Her thoughts began to clear then, with the confusion and fear, but her body had become numb, and fight as she might, she found she couldn’t move a muscle. Blinking back tears, though still not really grasping the situation, Brooke watched wide-eyed, as Jason crossed the room toward her slumped figure. His grin was far bigger now, and sly, though he moved his fingers through his limp hair in the same gesture as before. “Feeling a little funny?” he asked and then he actually laughed. “You ought to be. I put half the damn bottle in that drink. I was sure you’d notice. Oh well, score one for me.” Her eyes began to fill with even more tears. She could feel them traveling down her cheeks, but was powerless to stop them. “Oh, don’t worry,” he assured her, “it’s nothing that’s going to kill you. I’m not that sort of guy. But we are going to have a bit of fun. I know you are going to enjoy it. I figured I’d have to take this approach to get things started. You’re way too uptight, you know? Hell, you can tell by the way you walk you’ve never had sex. We’ll take care of that. A little loosening up will be the best thing for you.” As he spoke, he lifted her up, and slung her over his shoulder. The panic truly began to set in now. He was right, this boy: she’d never come close to having sex with anyone. She’d been out with two or three boys in high school, but things had never progressed farther than a bit of kissing and some furtive petting of her breasts through her shirt. She was terrified now at the thought of what was about to happen to her. He laid her out on the bed and looked down at her. She was wearing a black wool skirt, with black tights and Doc Murdoch black shoes, a black short sleeved shirt and a maroon sweater. He sat down beside her and looked at her from head to toe. She longed to put her hands over herself, self-conscious of his gaze. He reached out a hand then and smoothed her brown hair. He reached to the bedside table and grabbed some Kleenex. Then, gently he began to dry her eyes. “Listen, Brooke, you might as well stop crying now. I’m telling you, once you start, you won’t ever want to stop.” This just brought more tears to her eyes, the result being that she could no longer see him clearly. However, she could hear him easily. He leaned in then beside her ear, his lips close, his breathing hot on her neck, and in a hoarse whisper he said “either way, I’m going to have a bit of fun, so why don’t we get started, Brooke?” Her name being whispered by him was bad in itself, but on top of that, he gave her a long slow lick in her ear, moving his tongue down to her neck. And then it began. Her tears had obviously convinced him that there was no chance she was going to be cooperative in the near future, and he clearly had decided that he would skip the formalities. Reaching behind her back, he grabbed both layers of her top, shirt and sweater, and yanked them over her head, causing her body to sit up half way. She then fell back with a thud onto the bed. Her shoes were next, dropped to the floor. Her skirt had a zipper on the side, and this was virtually torn down, and he moved to her legs and tugged the skirt down in short hasty jerks. When he had first moved to her feet, her only thought had been that she was afraid he could see up her skirt, until she reminded herself with horror that he was about to see far more than that. This loser was about to see all of her. And that would not be the worst of it. If only she could speak, if only she could beg him to leave her alone. Looking up, she could see him pulling his t-shirt over his head, then bending down to step out of his shorts, shoes, socks, boxers. He lay down beside her then, his naked body beside hers, dressed only in panties, tights, and bra. She could feel his penis next to her leg. He kissed her shoulders, then knelt over her and kissed between her breasts. He was moving quickly now, his lust obviously getting worked up, and she could feel his cock hard against her belly. He lay beside her again, and taking her hand, he placed his cock inside it, wrapping her limp fingers around it. She shuddered inwardly at the feel. “It’s a big one, isn’t it?” he said in her ear. “Get a really good feel of it, as it’s going to be the first one inside of you.” Then he sat up again. “Now that I think of it, I suppose you should get a good look at it as well. A girl like you has probably never even seen a cock, have you?” With that, he straddled her torso, and his cock was huge in her face, her eyes. “You have an awfully nice mouth, you know. I’ve thought ever since I met you that I would genuinely love to have you give me a good blowjob. It’s a shame you can’t move, but there’s nothing to keep you from getting a little taste I suppose.” He took her jaw in his hands, and using his forefingers, opened her slack mouth. Then he maneuvered the engorged tip of his dick just inside her lips, and rolled it about on her tongue. The taste was salty and repulsive, and she wanted to gag. He lay down beside her again, and his whispering started up. “But that’s enough about me. After all, you don’t have much of a choice in the matter do you? I on the other hand, ought to make sure that you are worth all of this trouble.” She could feel his hand beginning to snake over her body. It moved over her bra, pausing to measure the heft of each breast, giving a small squeeze and rolling the nipple gently through the silky fabric. Then he moved down to her waist, his fingers prying up the elastic at the band of her tights, and roving over her panties. His fingers kneaded the mound between her legs, and he whispered to her in an even lower, more guttural voice “my goodness, you’re already wet. I won’t even need the K-Y.” His hand came up then, and she could hear him sucking on his fingers. How disgusting. “That’s enough foreplay for you, Brooke,” he said abruptly, and the fear before was nothing to what broke out in her heart now. Rolling her over, he unsnapped her bra, moved the straps down over her shoulders, and rolling her back over, removed the first vestige of her modesty. He looked down at her, her grapefruit sized breast, milky-white, the nipples soft, pliant, and the palest shade of pink. Next, he moved to her waist, and taking one side of her in each hand, began to yank down her tights and panties. He rolled the whole mass down to her feet and off her legs, and then tossed it nonchalantly aside. She lay there now, absolutely naked to his gaze. Her legs were as white as her boobs, milky and soft, her feet were excellently formed, curving ever so slightly, despite the akimbo angle of her legs. The hair between her legs was light brown, a soft matted mass curling downward towards her vagina. He moved her legs farther apart with his hands, and looked directly at her pussy. The lips were thick, the clitoris stood out large and fleshy. Taking his thumb he rubbed the base of her clit gently and looked into her eyes. “If I was in the mood, I’d make sure you really knew what a blast this can be, but I have to tell you, looking at you now, I’m a little too horny to care too much about your experience. Maybe I’ll feel like it in the morning.” He moved his hand down, holding her whole pussy in his hand and then inserting a finger between her lips. “As long as you’re wet, that’s good enough for me,” he grinned. He moved himself between her legs now, his waist against her pussy. She could feel her legs sticking out at ridiculous angles. Then, she could feel his hands at her pussy, moving her lips apart, and slowly the tip of his cock moved into her. She wanted to scream, she wanted to kick, but instead she lay there motionless, looking up at his face, desperate for him to see her pleading in her eyes. He saw nothing, and pushed deeper inside of her, her lips spreading further as he moved deeper inside. It was then that the end of his cock encountered her maidenhead. He paused briefly and looked at her, locking eyes with her. “Congratulations. You’re about to be a woman.” Then he chuckled and after pulling his cock back to where only the head remained inside of her, he rammed forward through her cherry, burying himself deep inside of her and then stopping. He looked down again, to notice that she had passed out. It took three hard slaps on her face before she came round again, to find that this rock hard penis was still inside her, filling her up, and she could feel the hair of his balls resting on her ass. She wanted to squirm, to push him out of her, but she could do nothing. “You don’t get out of it that easily.” He said down to her. “This is an important event in your life. You’re not going to just sleep through it.” With that, he began to move in and out of her with force, his balls slapping hard against her ass, a sucking, lapping sound coming from between her thighs. In five minutes, it was all over with a blast of hot sperm hitting her cervix. He rolled off of her then, and as she lay there, the tears coming again, his come leaking slowly from between her paralyzed legs, she heard him begin to snore.