I became frightened after my last experience having my girlfriend fucked while drugged and unconscious. I had been drugged as well. My accomplice Randall had double-crossed me, drugged me, and allowed a bookie and his muscle to use Denise to pay back a debt to them. He'd then left medical school and disappeared.
Truthfully watching Denise taken, even while vulnerable myself, had been somewhat arousing during the experience. Afterwards however I thought about how vulnerable I had been. I hadn't been able to move. I couldn't have protected myself or Denise. They could have robbed me, hurt me, raped me, or done anything else they'd wanted to me or Denise.
I thought how I had been put in the same situation that I had put Denise several times, but that wasn't entirely true. I had been conscious and aware of what was happening. She was always unconscious and totally unaware. I was there to protect her and stop anyone from hurting here. That last time was different.
Still I was too scared to do it again for a while. I even moved out of my apartment, worried that the bookie might come back for more. I didn't drug Denise again for a few years. It was probably a good thing since she had started to become suspicious. I had drugged her so many times over only a couple years that she became concerned with how she passed out when she drank and that she awoke feeling we had fucked but couldn't remember it. She cut back on her drinking. Even if I had wanted to drug her I wouldn't have been able to.
My major mistake with that last experience had been to allow someone else in on it and trusting someone else to help me with it. I knew it was a bad idea and yet had allowed my own desire and perversion to wash away those doubts. It had been a huge mistake and one I shouldn't have made.
After my fourth year at medical school, the last of which was my residency at a local hospital, I was able to transfer to a hospital in the same city as Denise to start my surgical residency. It was unusual to transfer to another hospital but I wanted to get out of the city, still afraid of the bookie, and Denise and I wanted to be together. My supervisor liked me and had a connection at the hospital I transferred to, allowing me to do it.
Denise was doing an internship as well as taking classes for her psychology doctorate. We moved in together and after being engaged for several years finally got married.
At the time I thought being married and having had a bad experience last time I'd drugged her that I could stop myself from doing it again. I still fantasized about it. I masturbated thinking about the previous experiences. During sex I often thought about them and imagined someone else fucking her while I watched. It was still an obsession and over time my desire to do it again only grew.
That's the problem with denying yourself something that you desire; you only want it more. The desire doesn't fade. It only strengthens until it overwhelms the rest of your life. With the combination of my thoughts being consumed by that desire and the long hours at the hospital I wasn't performing well at my residency. My new supervisor was regretting taking me on. I had difficulty remembering things I had learned in my previous schooling. I had to spend even more time studying to try to remember and only became more tired which just compounded my problems.
I had to do something. There was only one solution. Despite my worries about the previous experience I had to do it again. It was the only way I could deal with that desire.
Once I had made up my mind to do it again I started thinking about how to do it. With my mind able to finally focus on that task I was able to perform better at my work and studies. I knew I could become the top resident if I could make it happen again. Even just knowing it would happen again eased the desire some. The anticipation was its own high, but it wouldn't sustain me. I'd have to make it happen and soon.
I had gotten two of Denise's classmates and friends, Charles and Taylor, to fuck her a few years before and I thought I could get them to do it again. I thought it would be the safest way to make it happen. They had done it before and so it would be easier to get them to do it again. They had been careful with her before and so I trusted them to be careful with her again. The only problem was that Taylor was in a serious relationship with Rebecca who had previously been in a relationship with Charles. As a result the friendship between Charles and Taylor was strained so they didn't hang out together as often. Also with Taylor in a serious relationship and getting regular sex he seemed to be less attracted to Denise. Previously he had watched her with naked desire but now only gave her passing glances. Charles however seemed to be just as enthralled with her if not more. He said he was too busy for a serious relationship and been with several women over the years. I could focus on him. I thought I could make him do it. I just had to figure out how to make it happen.
My usual technique had been to throw a party or take her somewhere there would be alcohol, get her to drink some, put the drug in her drink, and then manipulate the situation so she was alone with the guy I wanted to fuck her. Then, when she woke up the next day she would assume she had passed out because of the alcohol and if she felt she'd had sex I'd just tell her that had been us and she just didn't remember because of the alcohol. But she had stopped drinking as much and there wasn't much time for parties or even going out to drink. I figured it was going to be difficult. It ended up being surprisingly easy, even if it took an unexpected turn.
It started one night with Denise and Charles studying together at our apartment. I came home late, tired from my residency, but intrigued to see the two of them hunched over books at the kitchen table. Charles was leaning very close to her, his face close to hers, and jerked back when he saw me.
I figured this was the perfect opportunity. Charles had already fucked her while she was unconscious once before. If I drugged her that night and set it up the same he might do it again. Instead of offering them something alcoholic I did the opposite and offered them coffee which they wanted to stay up late studying. When she became tired from the drug she'd think it was just from being up too late.
I made the coffee and dropped the crushed up tablets into Denise's mug. I gave them the coffee and said I'd leave them alone to study. I went into the living room to read, far enough away that Taylor could continue to flirt with her as he probably had and close enough I could intercept him if he tried to leave.
A while later I heard her cell phone ring. Then, she and Charles came into the living room.
"I just got a call from Rebecca," she said. "Taylor gave his defense today and thinks it went really well."
Taylor hadn't focused on clinical work like Denise and Charles and so hadn't been doing the internship programs they had to finish to get their doctorates. A pass on his dissertation meant he'd get his certificate.
"Good for him," I said, knowing there was something more to it.
"She's having a small party at her apartment tonight. Just a few of us to celebrate. At least until it becomes official. We're going to head over there," she said, pointing to Charles.
I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. The two of them leaving would destroy my plan.
"Are you sure you want to go?" I asked. "You guys still have to prepare for your finals."
"Oh yeah, we got time," Charles said.
It would completely destroy my plan. I rubbed my temples, frustrated and trying to think how I could get them to stay, but knowing I couldn't.
"If you're not feeling well, you don't need to go," she said to me.
She sat down beside me and rubbed my shoulder.
"I know you're working hard," she said.
I looked at her. She was beautiful. She had grown even more beautiful since I met her. When I met her in college she'd had a body toned by hours of tennis practice. She'd been firm and agile. After college she'd concentrated more on her doctorate degree than athletic pursuits and she'd only become lovelier for it, her body softening some. Where her legs had been mostly muscle now her thighs were smooth and supple. Her breasts were firm as ever but fuller. Her body while still slim was more curvaceous and soft and I found I liked to touch her and hold her even more than I had before. Her hair was as blonde as ever and she'd grown out her bangs and let her hair drift across her shoulders in loose waves. Her eyes were still that penetrating blue that held the attention of anyone to whom she was talking.
She was wearing a knee-length loose white cotton skirt and I touched her bare knee. I seemed to always want to be in contact with her. Her skin always had that look of a healthy tan that was just her natural tone.
"It's fine," I said, forcing a smile. "I'll come for a bit, but may have to come back to get some sleep."
"We could use a night to decompress anyway," she said.
They had been studying hard. They were at the end of their schooling and internships. They'd all have their licenses soon. I'd still be in my surgical residency for at least another five years.
"It's just across the street," Charles added.
He was mostly right. Rebecca's apartment was across the street but down about a block and the street was more of a highway. You had to be careful crossing even at the crosswalk.
I wondered how much of the coffee Denise had drank and what effect it would have on her. If she drank the whole thing she'd be asleep in an hour. Maybe she'd get tired and I could get Charles to help me bring her back to the apartment. That seemed like a good plan.
