WARNING: This story does, like my other stories, contain language and sexual content. However, this story is darker than my others. It does deal with non-con. For those of you new to the scene, that is rape. This story deals with female/male rape; so if that is something that offends you, please take this as your chance to be spared. If, on the other hand, you are as twisted as I am, enjoy!

Innocence is a treasure in most societies. People that carry it into their young adult years are respected and considered role models. So when Elisha nicknamed her twenty-year-old friend Justin The Innocent because he had never smoked or had sex, it should have been a good thing. But Elisha had never been normal. And in her depraved psyche, she wanted so badly to break that innocence, not for any bitterness or because she held any malicious intent toward Justin. On the contrary, she considered him a very good friend to her. She wanted to break the innocence just because it was there to break. She wanted to be the first to have him. She wanted that part of him to belong to her. And she thought about it often.

Justin was an athlete of sorts. There was hardly an ounce of fat on his body, despite his very petite frame. He stood only about 5'5". But he had played baseball most of his life and now carried his fitness over by setting up and training on his own personal ninja warrior obstacle course. His skin was light, but his hair was a medium brown and he always kept a soul patch to keep him from looking too young. His eyes were ice blue and mesmerizing. Elisha had never seen the details to most of his body because he dressed fairly modestly, but it was obvious that he had a very lean but muscular build. His neck and arms were strong, biceps well-defined even when he was not flexing. His chest was solid and pronounced, leading to a completely flat stomach. And his sinewy legs testified to the strong muscle underneath. His skin was perfectly smooth, something that only lended more to his baby-face qualities. It was just waiting to be so abused, and Elisha would be the first to volunteer.

"Hey." Justin started her with his greeting as he bounded into the house at which they were partying that night (a good friends), hip bumped her, and came to rest standing beside her resting his chin on his hands on top of his soda bottle with a smile. "What's up?" The piercing but now quizzical eyes fixated on her.

Elisha tried hard to ignore the sudden heat that rushed between her legs and returned his smile, surprisingly quite comfortable and relaxed. "Hey, Justin," she greeted him. "Not much. Everyone is getting changed. Drake should be here any minute. Beer is in the fridge. Feel free to pop a top. I already have." She held up her beer with a grin.

"Well in that case…" Justin responded, reaching into the refrigerator and retrieving a beer.

At that moment, Adam walked into the room. "Hey, guys!" he greeted them with a large but slightly tired-looking grin. He had just gotten home from work. It was his house at which the group was drinking. Well, his and two of the other managers' from the store. "Justin, would you mind beering me?" he asked, reaching a hand out toward Justin, who still stood in front of the refrigerator. The exchange took less than five seconds, and then Adam popped the tab of his can and took a good two or three large gulps.

"Hey, Adam," Elisha greeted her friend, walking up and wrapping him in a tight hug. "How are you doing?"

"Fucking exhausted, man," Adam responded before he took another swig of beer. "I swear I am fed up with this shit. I just need to go back to school and actually make something of myself and quit working for such a bullshit company."

"I know what you mean," Elisha agreed with a somewhat sad smile. The company that they worked for really was bullshit, but that would be found anywhere. They expected far too much from their employees without nearly enough in return. But Elisha was in school. She had a path to get to where she really wanted to be the rest of her life. She just had to stick it out long enough to get there. Adam did not have anything. This really was his life. It was all he had and, at the moment, all he was going for. Elisha could not imagine that kind of life. "But tonight is not the type of night to think about things like that," Elisha piped up with an infectious smile. "Tonight is all about having fun and hanging out with some of the best friends in the world." Elisha wrapped her arms, one each, around the necks of each of the boys standing next to her and pulled them close.

Just then, a truck pulled up outside. "Speaking of which…" Adam did not finish his statement since they all knew who it was. Sure enough, the door opened a couple of seconds later and Drake strolled in, holding a bottle of some kind of liquor. Elisha could not get a good look at it. "Look what the Devil brought us!" Adam exclaimed with a laugh.

Drake did his signature head nod move, thrusting his chin out. "Yeah, whatever. Fuck off, man." His smile betrayed the sarcasm behind the words.

Adam laughed again, walking up and wrapping Drake in a hug. "Just kidding, man. How are you?"

"Glad to have a fucking night off," Drake responded.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Adam agreed. "Well, let's get you hooked up with some beer and get whatever you've got there in the freezer."

Drake seemed to remember that he had something in his hand, and his face lit up. "Southern Comfort, man," he told Adam excitedly.

"Excellent!" Adam exclaimed happily. One of his favorite brands, and the group often did not get access to hard liquor. It was usually just beer.

"Hey, Drake," Elisha greeted. She received a nod and a "hey" back. "If you and Justin want to head out to the shed, Adam and I can get the alcohol and cards gathered up and follow you out."

"Sounds like a plan," Drake agreed. "Hey, man!" Drake reached out and did a half high-five/half handshake with Justin, pulling him into a hug and then walking out side by side, still talking.

Elisha turned to Adam, glad that she knew she could tell him anything. "God I want him so badly," she said.

Adam laughed. "You already had him once!"

"Not Drake," Elisha replied. "I want so badly to break The Innocent. Justin, man! I want to be with him."

"So you should do it," Adam told her.

"Are you kidding me?" Elisha replied. "He would freak out, and I would be shunned from the group. You know he wouldn't do it willingly." Elisha and Adam both knew that the reason that Justin had never had sex is that he wanted to hold out for the right girl. While that was admirable, both Elisha and Adam had spent weeks trying to convince him that sex is too much fun to miss for that long.

Adam shrugged. "You never know," he told her. "Come on. Let's get some drink on and we'll see what happens."

Together, the two headed out to the shed. To avoid trashing the house, Adam and his roommates had set up a table, chairs, and a heater in the shed right outside the back door so that everyone could drink and play games at the same time. Their favorite was Circle of Death, because it got so out of hand so quickly and everyone got severely trashed. There was no escape in that game.

Adam's roommates followed him and Elisha into the shed, having just emerged from their rooms. Together, the six friends all scooted around to make room for everyone to sit down in the rather cozy quarters of the now warm shed (the heater had been turned on a couple hours earlier in preparation for the night) and closed the door behind them. Finally, they were ready to play.

Elisha intentionally sat as close as she could to Justin. She knew that he became very touchy-feely when he was drunk, and he very easily became drunk. It also helped that everyone had to sit so close that it was impossible not to be touching the person next to you. Adam's male roommate sat on the opposite side of her. Adam himself sat across the table from her between his female roommate and Drake.

The game lasted a good hour, during which all of them got fairly thoroughly trashed. It was a difficult game to get through an entire round, and it became even more difficult when Drake received a rule card and decided to bring shots into the game, forcing anyone who drew an even number card to drink a shot. Both Adam and Elisha had already thrown up (Elisha had been forced to chug a beer with too much foam). And Justin looked very close. But the group had a motto: "Hurl and rally." You throw up and then continue drinking. Besides, it was sobering. Elisha was pretty sure that she had thrown up everything her body had drank. She had definitely dropped in level of drunkenness to just slightly buzzed.

The rest of the group, however, was a different story. Adam's two roommates were talking about going to bed, and Drake had definitely drunk enough to take any grown man down. How he was still conscious was beyond Elisha. He was in a good mood, though; and it certainly was amusing. Justin, as expected, was what people considered a typical state of drunk. He had drunk a decent amount but not nearly as much as anyone else. But he was stumbling when he tried to stand up or walk, his words were slow, and he was hanging on everybody.

Elisha and Adam seemed the only ones sober enough to do anything, and stolen glances across the table told each other that, as well. They said goodnight to Adam's roommates, who did decide to go to bed, and decided it was probably time for everyone to head inside. They could tell that Justin was on the verge of a massive vomit fest. Drake by this point had stopped drinking just long enough to now be on the verge of passing out. So together, the two gathered up the cards and put the extra chairs away so that everyone could get out of the shed with minimal damage.

"Guys, I'm gonna be really sick," Justin suddenly announced, only about halfway out of the shed.

"Come on, buddy. Let's get you outside. Then you can puke as much as you want, and you'll feel a hell of a lot better," Adam encouraged him, standing just outside the shed door. He knew that grabbing Justin and pulling him out would probably just make things worse; so as soon as the blanched boy walked the final two steps to reach the shed door, Adam supported the boy under his arms and led him to the edge of the yard. They had just enough time to get there before Justin collapsed in Adam's arms and started puking.

At that moment, Elisha heard Drake laughing and turned just in time to see him falling. She quickly bounded over and put his arm over her shoulders, supporting his fairly massive frame while he attempted to regain his balance. It was a failed attempt. "Why won't the ground stay still?" he giggled. Elisha sighed amusedly. She could tell where this was going.

"All right. Come on, man. Let's get you lying down," she told her friend, pushing off the shed and struggling slightly to keep his very muscular frame upright against her own body so that she could get him inside. Once they finally made it, it was all she could do not to just completely drop him on the couch. He giggled again when he hit it. She had to chuckle at his state but grabbed a blanket and threw it over him. "All right, love. You feeling good?" she asked, crouched down beside him.

He nodded vigorously. "Yup, I'm enjoying this."

"Good," she told him. She kissed his forehead as she heard the door open. "I'll see you in the morning."

Adam carried the immobile but smiling Justin into the house and closed the door behind him. Elisha had to bite her lip to keep from busting up and the comedic scene. But at the same time, her thoughts once more assaulted her. He was drunk. He was completely immobile, hardly able to stand on his own and definitely not able to walk. It would be so easy right now to jus take him without his being able to do anything about it. She felt her stare grow hungry as her eyes roamed his body, but she didn't care. She didn't know if she would be able to resist this time.

"Let's go to my room," Adam told her, surprisingly already beside her before she noticed.

She nodded and followed the two to Adam's room. It was obvious that they would be on babysitter duty tonight. It often happened with Justin, but they didn't mind because Justin was a good kid and he did not cause any messes when he was drunk. He just needed to be watched to make sure he did not try to go anywhere, because he tended to think he was immortal in this state. As the three walked into the room, Adam allowed Elisha to pass them both up and then closed and locked the door, standing in front of it and still holding Justin with one hand on each of the much smaller boy's upper arms. "You feeling good?" he asked Justin.

Justin nodded lazily. "You guys are awesome. I love you," he told them.

Elisha snickered. She knew he was serious. It was just really funny to watch him like this.

"Do you want to feel even better?" Adam whispered close to his ear.

Justin's eyes widened, as if the thought that that was possible was mind-blowing. "I don't know that I can handle any more, man."

"No, this is different," Adam told him. Adam's eyes met Elisha's, and he nodded.

Elisha's eyes widened as her mind raced through all of the possible ramifications of the situation however it played out. But she was just drunk enough and she wanted him so badly that she threw out all negative thoughts. Adam was there. Justin was there. She was going to do this. So she approached Justin. "He's talking about really feeling good, babe," she whispered in his ear, pressing her body to his. Her hands settled on his hips, surprisingly well-defined from his waist. Her lips began kissing the bottom of his ear down the side of his neck.

Justin's eyes instantly widened, and he tried to shrink back, only to find himself pushing further against Adam. "What are you doing?" he asked breathlessly, head swimming. They both knew that he was still a virgin and considered sex a very highly elevated level of showing love, not something to have fun with on a drinking night. Surely they wouldn't put him through this.

Elisha slowly sank down to her knees, hands trailing outside his clothes all the way down. When she finally reached his jeans, she couldn't help the trembling in her body. She wanted him, and tonight, she would finally have him. Her hands began working on his jeans.

Justin jumped slightly when he realized what Elisha was doing. He tried to pull away but was easily stilled by the much larger Adam. "No," he whimpered. "No, please don't do this."

Adam's voice was back in his ear. "You need this," he told the frightened boy.
"Trust me, you'll love it."

Justin began shaking his head, tears sliding down his cheeks. "Please stop," he begged as he felt Elisha undo his jeans and pull them down to just under his knees.

"Ah, still flaccid," Elisha said, grinning wickedly up at him. "We'll have to change that." Her hand found the base of his cock and pulled it out of the boxers, working gingerly on it. Despite his lack of desire for the situation, Elisha knew that he would not be able to help his body's reaction, especially to those first touches. And sure enough, it only took a couple of second for him to start hardening. Once that occurred, she placed her lips against the head, tongue swirling around the slit. She became hotter and wetter herself as she listened to the sounds that Justin was making: tiny gasps, choked sobs, and uncontrollable moans. She finally took him entirely in her mouth, tongue sliding along the shaft as his hips began bucking. She continued using both her hands and her mouth until he was sufficiently hard.

When Elisha finally came up and traveled back up his body, tears were streaming down his face. He was ashamed at his reaction, head turned down and away. "Aw, now, none of this then," she told him gently, using her thumbs to wipe each of his cheeks as she stared into his eyes. Her fingers gently gripped under his chin. "It is going to be all right. Trust me." She suddenly had an idea. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Most of the time, roles were reversed; but this was his first time. Maybe he needed tenderness. His whole body stiffened at the touch of their lips, seemingly surprised. But after a couple of second, he relaxed. Her hands then gently grabbed each of his and pulled them to her waist, just underneath her shirt. She broke the kiss only for an instant. "You will enjoy this, trust me." Her lips found his again as she moved his hands up her skin over her ribs and to her breasts, still covered in a bra, placing one of his hands on each of her breasts. Then she left them there and reached up to place one hand on the back of his neck and one on the back of his head, deepening the kiss. To her surprise, he began to kiss back. Suddenly, his hands squeezed her breasts; and she moaned into the kiss. This seemed to turn him on.

Elisha moved her hands to slip underneath the hem of his shirt, testing the waters for his response. He began to press their bodies closer together. Elisha was intoxicated by him as she reached up and undid her bra before returning her hands to the firm skin underneath his shirt. He began experimentally squeezing, rubbing, and flicking. It was definitely an amateur effort, but Elisha had the man that she had been lusting after for months touching her body. It was more than enough to make up for any lack of experience. She tried to stifle her moans to keep from waking anyone up.

Finally, Elisha couldn't take it anymore. She guided Justin to the bed and gently pushed him onto it, sitting on top of him as she continued kissing him. She didn't mind Adam. She knew he liked to watch these kinds of things. But Justin suddenly seemed alarmed, and his eyes popped open. She broke the distance between their mouths just enough to allow him to speak. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I—I have no idea what to do," he confessed.

Elisha smiled against his mouth. "Don't worry about that at all, honey. You do not have to do anything but enjoy." She slipped his shirt over his head before she locked their lips together again. Her fingers roamed his toned chest and stomach. They finally found the button to her own jeans and unbuttoned them, easily sliding them down and off her legs. His fingers were lightly roaming over her arms when they were not on her breasts, and either action was driving her crazy. She reached over and grabbed a condom from where she knew that Adam kept them. Then she kissed down his stomach to the hem of his boxers before she slid them off of his hips to join his jeans around his knees.

"Wait," Justin attempted to stop her as she put the condom on him. "I don't think I can do this."

Elisha slid back up his body and positioned herself. "You are mine tonight, love. You are going to love this."

"Please don't. I can't!" Justin cried, beginning to panic again. "This isn't right."

Elisha paused for just a moment, one hand stroking his cheek and the other by his ear. "Children dying is not right," she whispered. "Serial murderers are not right. This—this is more than right. This is what God created. And this is exactly what He created it for."

Elisha backed away slightly to reposition herself, and in an instant, he was buried inside her. Stars exploded behind her eyes, and she fell back on top of him, resuming their makeout session. He had begun crying again. It was understandable, but she would help him enjoy it. Slowly, she began rocking up and down, sliding him in and out of her. She was trying to allow him to get used to the rhythm. Her fingers, meanwhile, worked on his chest and stomach, trying to keep him interested. And her mouth entreated his for response. Fairly quickly, it came. The tears stopped, and he began bucking his own hips. His arms came up to wrap around her and pull their bodies together. She grinned against his lips. He was starting to get it. Her hands moved down to his waist to try to still his frantic movement and establish a rhythm in time with her body as they picked up speed and force. In seconds, his breathing became incredibly labored. With a final thrust on his part, he came, exploding into the condom, eyes rolling back into his head and body spasming as he fell back on the pillow. Elisha followed suit almost at the same time, throwing her head back and arching her back as she allowed her body to release.

Elisha allowed Justin time to finish and not be quite so sensitive before she pulled off of him. Adam had thankfully thought ahead and was standing by the bed holding paper towels for them to clean themselves off with. Elisha cleaned herself off and then went to work on Justin. He moaned and flinched slightly when she pulled the condom off, but that was all. She used a paper towel to wipe the remaining residue off from his cock and his legs where it might have seeped down and then cleaned everything up. By the time she finished, she looked over to see that he was asleep. She laughed quietly. He had probably passed out as soon as he climaxed. Being drunk and exerting that much energy can often do that.

"Well, was it worth it?" Adam asked.

"You have absolutely no idea how amazing that was," Elisha told him. "I don't know how nobody has had him before."

"You've broken the innocence, then. How does it feel?"

"Like I want to do it again."