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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Riverdale_(TV_2017)
  Relationship:
      Veronica_Lodge/Original_Character(s), Veronica_Lodge/Original_Male
      Characters
  Character:
      Veronica_Lodge, Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Date_Rape_Drug/Roofies, Gang_Rape, Face-Fucking, Vaginal_Sex,
      vaginal_rape, Oral_Sex, Rough_Oral_Sex, Non-Consensual_Oral_Sex,
      Spitroasting, Filming, Humiliation, Forced_Orgasm
  Collections:
      Nonconathon_2017
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-16 Words: 2931
****** Party Night ******
by ChocolateStarfish
Summary
     Veronica forgets the Nr.1 Party Rule: never let your drink out of
     your sight. Betty is too naive to efficiently watch her drink for her
     and a group of strangers take advantage.
Notes
     This fic was a lot of fun to write and I hope it fits your id,
     KeenWolf!
     This was betaed by plutonianshores. Thanks!
Veronica danced. The rhythmic thump thump of the music flowed through her body.
It made her feel alive and part of the crowd and allowed her to forget her
worries for just a bit. Her sparkly skirt flittered around her thighs with
every swing of her hips and every graceful step. Her strapless black top clung
tight to her body and was more than worth the 249 dollars she’d paid for it
back before the Lodge fortune and most of her possessions had vanished like
dreams and fairy gold. She danced with Betty and Josie and even Cheryl. Cheryl
needed to be distracted and cheered up, and if there was one thing Veronica
Lodge could do well, it was to breathe a bit of life into an otherwise morose
party. She had her own worries, but not everything could be solved. Sometimes a
break was necessary before something broke, so she felt justified to dance away
the night just once. This club wasn’t as flashy as any she’d frequented back
home in NYC but it wasn’t too shabby either. Besides her and her friends there
was quite a crowd already and more people joined all the time.
Veronica loved to dance, but after a while she got too hot. When Betty pulled
off the dance floor to rest for a bit she followed quite easily. “I’m getting
us some drinks,” Veronica yelled over the music. Betty seemed quite breathless
so she just nodded and stayed in the somewhat quieter corner.
Veronica skirted around the dance floor and made her way to the bar. She
ordered one of the fruity pink drinks Betty liked and got something a bit
spicier for herself. With the drinks in her hands she made her way back to
where she’d left her friends. She had to dodge grabby guys three times, but
luckily she had a lot of experience with rude male behaviour and knew how to
evade guys who tried to dance with her or touch her body. She had grown up as a
rich NYC girl and had partied since her boobs first started to grow, so she
knew exactly how to handle each and every type of pushy guy. Compared to some
of the trashier clubs she’d sometimes slummed in, these Riverdale clubs were
positively tame, and Veronica was certain that nothing she couldn’t handle
would ever pop up here. She sipped her drink and talked to Betty for a while—as
much as she could talk with the loud music anyway. Out of the corner of her eye
she saw Cheryl hit a guy with her purse, so Veronica plunked her drink down on
the table next to Betty and made her way over to Cheryl. She pushed through the
crowd and ignored more than one set of hands on her because right now she
needed to be fast before Cheryl got into actual trouble. She pulled Cheryl away
from the red-haired guy she’d hit with her purse and took her back over to
Betty. A bit of a rest would do Cheryl good. While Cheryl huffed at the
rudeness of random guys, Veronica picked her drink back up. She took the green
straw between her lips and sucked the spicy cold mix down.
“I want to dance!” she yelled over at Betty. Betty nodded and then shook her
head with a nod at Cheryl. Veronica smiled and went back onto the dance floor.
If Betty wanted to rest, that was fine with her. Besides, Betty had hoped for a
chance to talk to Cheryl about Polly, so this might prove to be a good
opportunity.
The room was warmer than before but Veronica didn’t care. She danced and
danced, mostly alone but occasionally with various guys who came up to her and
tried to press close. She was used to the attention and usually slipped away
easily but the longer the night went on the faster the music seemed to become
and the more sluggish she felt. Her brain felt as if it was wrapped in cobwebs
and her mind as if it was made from cotton candy, sweet and sticky enough to
make her thoughts cling and linger longer than they should. Veronica felt a bit
dizzy, so she moved to the back of the club. There were some couches there so
perhaps she could sit down for a moment and recover her breath until her head
cleared. By the time she reached the back, the lights swam before her eyes and
the music sounded faded. She blinked and shook her head. This wasn’t normal.
This wasn’t right. She recognized this feeling. She’d been drugged before. She
should find Betty or another of her friends. Find someone to take her home and
keep her safe before…
Hands grabbed her and dragged her towards the door that led to the VIP rooms in
the back. Veronica shook her head and tried to speak up but her mouth wouldn’t
obey her and her tongue refused to move. Her feet moved on their own as she
stumbled along in the strong grip of one of the pushy men who’d tried to grope
her before. No, she tried to say, but no words came out. Her thoughts felt so
slow and sluggish that before she could even think to struggle she was already
through the door and away from the view of the crowd. Back here the music was
very muted, and a moment later she was pushed into a brightly coloured VIP
room. The bright colour distracted her drugged, dizzy brain, and before
Veronica even knew what was happening, her top was already pulled down and her
tits were out for all the world to see. The flash of a phone camera made her
blink. She tried to raise her hand to hide her tits or her face. She wasn’t
even sure which she wanted to hide more as several more flashes hurt her eyes,
but in any case her arms wouldn’t obey her. All she could do was stay on her
feet and sway.
Hands on her boobs and hands on her ass. Hands all over her body and even in
her hair. Veronica only noticed that some guy kissed her when his tongue
slipped into her mouth and curled against her tongue. She tried to shove him
away in disgust and her hand actually moved for once, but she couldn’t do more
than push weakly against his chest. Rough hands kneaded her breasts and pinched
her nipples until she felt sore and helpless. She’d been drugged before, but
she’d had friends look out for her and escaped unharmed almost every time.
She’d been raped once before, but it had only been one man and it had been over
quickly. Her brain was too full of cobwebs to think clearly, but this didn’t
look like it would be done quickly. She didn’t know how many guys there were.
She couldn’t even count how many hands touched her body but she knew there were
more than a few. Her skirt got pushed up and she tried to scream. Veronica
tried to call for help before anything worse happened but nothing more than a
strangled squeak came out of her throat because her tongue was as weightless
and disconnected as her arms.
A hand slipped into her panties and between her legs. NO! Veronica screamed in
her thoughts as rough fingers fondled the folds of her pussy, but she couldn’t
scream and the man who groped her wouldn’t have cared if she’d refused out loud
either. Two fingers thrust into her, but she couldn’t scream and couldn’t
fight. The burn of two thick fingers in her tight dry cunt cleared the mental
fog just enough for her to bite the next guy who kissed her. He yelped and
stepped back, blood dripping from his lip.
“You bitch!” he snarled, and slapped her across the face.
The slap stung enough to draw tears to her eyes, but Veronica didn’t have time
to cry. Her panties were yanked down and her legs pulled apart so that she was
exposed to the whole room and all the men in there. A phone was held between
her legs to film her pussy. She managed to raise her arm and shove at one of
the guys who held her, but there were too many hands on her for that to do
anything but make them laugh. Even if she hadn’t been drugged half out of her
mind she wouldn’t have been able to get away. Even if she’d been able to
struggle more she would have been just as helpless against these men who groped
her ass and her tits and fingered her pussy. A second phone was held close to
her face to film her tears and Veronica glared as much as she could. It was
unlikely to help, but if this video ever made it to a court of law she didn’t
want her rapists to be able to claim that she’d smiled and that that meant
she’d agreed and had a good time. She didn’t want this and she wouldn’t give
them anything. Everything they got they would have to take by force.
She was shoved down onto her knees and nearly tipped over onto her side because
her balance was completely off from whatever drug had been mixed into her
drink, but several hands steadied her. A cock slapped against her cheek and
revulsion swept through her. Even with her mind all syrupy and slow she knew
she didn’t want a bunch of random cocks in her, but she had no choice in the
matter. With a rough grip on her hair a man pulled her head back until her
mouth opened, and as soon as her mouth was open, the first cock was shoved in.
Veronica gagged and tried to bite or shove the man away, but her body didn’t
obey her and her arms wouldn’t even rise. The first rapist thrust his hips and
fucked her mouth while the others leered and filmed. There were still hands on
her breasts and on her ass and the occasional flash of a camera, but all of
that felt very distant. Even the tears that dripped from her eyes almost felt
as if they were somebody else’s.
Veronica had no concept of the passage of time, so when a load of come hit her
tongue she wasn’t sure if that was fast or slow or if it even mattered. The
next cock was shoved into her mouth right away and her hands were put to use as
well. Her fingers were curled around two cocks, and the men used her hands to
get off while her mouth got fucked rough and fast. Her nipples got pinched over
and over too until they were sore and hard. At some point the guys got tired of
her mouth so one of them picked her up and carried her over to one of the
colourful couches. Veronica found herself flat on her back on a couch as a big
guy kneeled between her legs and leered down at her. He pushed two fingers into
her pussy and Veronica tried to cry out. Her mouth would not obey, so nothing
more but a whimper escaped. That seemed to be enough for him because he hitched
her legs up over his elbows and thrust into her brutally hard. The shock of the
sudden penetration drew an involuntary cry from Veronica. The sound of her
distress excited the men and several of them fought over who would have her
next even before the guy who raped her tight cunt was done with her. Every
brutal thrust shook her whole body and even in her drugged state Veronica cried
at the roughness. She liked sex, but not like this.
With a grunt, the first guy came, and another immediately took his place. He
pushed her legs apart and shoved his hard cock into her come-smeared vagina.
Another guy knelt down next to her head and forced her head around to face him.
He shoved his cock into Veronica’s mouth and every time the man between her
legs thrust his hips she was shoved forward onto the cock in her mouth. Her arm
finally moved and she left a scratch on the rapist’s leg, but that didn’t slow
him down at all. Veronica received a load of come across the face but she was
too gone to feel the full humiliation of it. Though with all the picture the
guys were taking, it was likely she’d see it later and feel all the
embarrassment the drug currently muted.
One man straddled her chest and pushed his cock between her full breasts. He
squeezed her tits with his hands and thrust his hips. The violent tit-fuck made
Veronica cry again, because it reminded her of the last time she’d been raped.
The memories swam up and blew away a bit more of the mental fog so she squeezed
her eyes shut just in time to avoid semen to the eye. Her face was covered in
come and several fat drops clung to her eyelashes and even eyebrows. The next
guy rolled her over and entered her from behind. Her face was pushed down into
the couch cushions and Veronica gasped for breath. She couldn’t get any air and
she couldn’t move enough to fight or struggle, so all she could do was endure
as her cunt was raped brutally hard and her cries were stifled by the couch.
Come dripped down her thighs. It felt icky and warm and Veronica realized that
she must have missed a big chunk of time in her drug-addled brain fog. Not that
she particularly wanted to remember every second of rape, but the loss of time
still worried her.
Her skirt that had been pushed up around her hips got pulled down and
discarded. Her top was thrown on the floor as well and she was pulled up onto
her feet. Naked and covered in come, she was displayed like a prize, and the
cameras flashed. A shadow fell on her and she shivered. This guy was big.
Bigger than any of the others. He lifted her up easily and pushed her against
the wall. Veronica actually screamed when his giant cock penetrated her already
stretched pussy. The line between pain and pleasure had grown steadily thinner
and the opposite sensations of cool wall against her back and hot flesh against
her front only confused her body more. The giant was strong enough to hold her
up against the wall with one hand and he used the opportunity to grope her tits
then lowered his hand down between her legs. He flicked his thumb over her clit
and Veronica shuddered. Each rough touch against her clit hurt, but it didn’t
hurt nearly as much as her abused cunt did, and her drug-addled brain couldn’t
tell the difference between pleasure and pain at all.
Veronica cried tears of humiliation and shame as her body shuddered. Her cunt
squeezed tight around the giant cock that raped her as she came and came. There
were hoots and laughter as the men realized that she’d orgasmed. The giant
grunted and Veronica realized that he’d held back until how. He thrust into her
hard and rammed her against the wall hard enough to tear a cry from her throat.
His big cock raped her cunt until Veronica cried and shook, and he simply
wouldn’t stop. He never slowed down until Veronica thought she couldn’t take
another moment, but then he finally pumped her full of his come. He set her
down and she sobbed but the next men were there already. One pulled her up onto
her feet and held her wrists as he thrust into her sore pussy from behind.
Another grabbed her hair and bent her over. Only the grip on her wrists kept
her upright as she was fucked brutally hard from behind. The man in front
yanked her head down far enough to thrust his cock into her mouth. Every time
the guy who raped her pussy thrust, it drove her onto the cock in her mouth,
and every time the guy who raped her face pushed forward it drove her back onto
the cock in her pussy.
Other guys filmed Veronica’s rape and even more touched themselves and waited
eagerly for their turn. As soon as one guy came, another took his place and she
didn’t get even a moment of peace or a second to recover. After another dozen
rapes she was pulled up and shoved around until she sat in a man’s lap. He
sucked on her tits while she cried, but he completely ignored her sobs. He
kneaded her full breasts and sucked on her perky tits for as long as he wanted,
then made her sit on his cock. With large hands he moved her hips up and down
and forced her to ride his dick while other men filmed. Finally after what
seemed like hours, the last man was down. A last load of come splashed onto
Veronica’s tear-stained face and then she was alone. Unable to move and covered
in semen inside and out, she was raped and bruised but alive. It took another
hour for Betty to find her but she finally did. Veronica cried in Betty’s arms
while the come of many men dripped out of her abused cunt. This party night had
not gone as she’d expected. Not at all.
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