"I just might take you away from Greg," Todd said, moving back to the bed. "How'd you like to be my lady? We could ride around all day on my bike and fuck in the woods and everything."

What a creep, Debby thought. I'd die before I voluntarily did anything with you.

An idea occurred to her, however. If there was some way she could pit Greg and Todd against each other, she might survive this horror.

"I'll have to think that one over," Debby said, her voice sounding husky with desire, although she almost choked on the words.

Todd pulled her off his cock, then lay beside her. He pulled a bottle from the floor and opened it up, offering her the first drink.

"No, thank you," Debby said. "I don't drink."

"You drink or burn," Todd said evenly, holding the mouth of the bottle close to her nose. "You get the message?"

What a monster! One minute he was asking her to be his lady, the next threatening her.

"I'll drink," she said quickly, flinching from the smell.

"See? You can get a cunt to do anything if you say the right things," Todd laughed.

Debby took the fiery liquid into her stomach, then coughed. It tasted awful. Todd forced her to take a few more swallows, then finished it off.

"Good booze," he said. "I'm already buzzing."

"Oh, I feel funny," Debby said, wanting for some reason to laugh. "Kinda dizzy."

"Just wait a few seconds," Todd said. "This stuff is called Kentucky Thunderfuck. Kick your ass right up between your shoulder blades."

Then, through the milky mist of her mind, she saw a dark, handsome man suddenly appear. His words seemed like the wind, brushing her mind.

"My turn," the voice said.

"She's a good piece, Brian," Todd said from somewhere.

"Good, I need fucked bad," the silky voice said.