Message-ID: <24922asstr$962259002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Mkarl" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2919.6600 X-Original-Path: dial3105.incentre.net X-Original-Message-ID: <395a4135.0@198.161.96.27> Subject: {ASSM} new mkarl story, 'Archie and the Gang in SEX AND DEATH' Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2000 02:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman ARCHIE AND THE GANG in Sex and Death a mkarl extravaganza [parody, mm/f,f,f, RAPE, SNUFF, ZOO, WS, OTHER EXTREME AND OFFENSIVE IMAGERY] Disclaimer: All legal ownership of the characters and their individual, or group likeness parodied in this literary spoof is the property of Archie Comics and/or the corporate entity which publishes Archie Comics. This story is intended only for the amusement of the reader and no financial or other measurable compensation will be derived for the author from the writing or Internet publishing of this parody. The story contains many elements that are not suitable for consumption by any decently moral and upstanding citizen, and thus CAUTION is extremely advices before you read on. No one who is legally prohibited from viewing such material under the laws of their place of domicile should read any further... and certainly, anyone under the age of consent is strongly prohibited to read any further. THIS IS NOT A KID'S STORY! CAST OF CHARACTERS: Archibald "Archie" Andrews The all-American boy next door. Archie gets into all sorts of hi-jinx but never actually does anything really wrong and thus he's far too boring to use in this story. Forsythe "Jughead" P. Jones On the surface, he seems to be just an odd sort of boy with a few peculiar quirks and a pertinacity to be a bit of a girl hater... if people only knew... Veronica Lodge The rich-bitch ice princess of Riverdale. This girl thinks she is just too-fucking good for anything, but she is just about right to be in this story. Midge Klump Poor Midge... what a cutie. The girl has a real soft spot for the charity cases such as her chronically challenged boyfriend Moose... you would almost think she may have given it up if she knew the needs, but no one is going to bother asking in this story. Betty Cooper The blue-eyed, blond, all-American girl next door. What psycho-rapist worth is salt could possibly resist the yummy delights of such a little angle? Reggie Mantle Every barrel has its 'rotten apple,' and among Archie and the gang, that foul piece of fruit has always been Reggie Mantle. What a perfect boy to join in on the fun and games. 'Hotdog' This beast may give the first impression to the casual observer of not being much of a dog at all, but don't be fooled... end up between his legs, and you will see just how much of an 'animal' he is. and now 'ARCHIE AND THE GANG in Sex and Death...' Jughead Jones was a boy with a secret. Those who knew him well [his friends and family] were all aware that he was a little eccentric. Even to the casual observer, it was obvious that Jughead Jones was a boy that walked to his own drummer. From the kid's taste in clothing, to his abnormal interest in food, and even his noticeable aversion to the fairer sex... everything about the boy screamed out that he was just a little bit 'odd.' What no casual observer could have known on such superficial observations alone though [and what even his own family and best friends had no clue about] was just exactly how 'odd' Jughead Jones truly was. Perhaps, it was all due to the circumstances that Jughead found himself born and grown into. Physically, the boy was certainly no Charles Atlas. Jughead really was rather unremarkable in so many ways. The boy was tall enough in the six-foot range, but he was a string-bean. He certainly wasn't a sickly young man, but he wasn't an Adonis either. Academically, Jughead was no standout either, in fact he just never really excelled in any accomplishments besides his ability to eat and not gain weight. A first look at the boy might reveal to the observer that the kid's really only obvious physical standout trait was a somewhat longer than average nose... of course what is between a guy's legs is never that obvious of an observation to the casual onlooker. In the end, what Jughead looked like [or how successful he was in the other areas which young men find success at within the social dynamics of their peer group] may-or-may-not have had something to do with his 'secret,' but in whichever case it really didn't matter cause the facts still boiled down to the simple truth that the kid did have something going on that even his closest friends had no clue about... and that ignorance was what was going to be so terribly tragic for all of them. *** For as long as Jughead Jones could remember, he had known it was true. To a boy like Jughead, it was so fucking obvious that he was just constantly pissed off that everyone else didn't realize it too when it was just so SIMPLE. Boys had COCKS and girls had CUNTS!!! The simple mechanics explained it all. From the first time young Jughead and his good friend Archie Andrews had found that very interesting magazine where all those filthy sluts were being done, the boy had known how it all worked. Jughead Jones had learned the pleasure that could be derived from a good touch to the right spot at a very early age. Of course, his mother had tried to tell him 'no,' but Jughead liked that. Anything that mommy didn't want him to do must be 'dirty' and Jughead was nothing if not a boy who enjoyed being dirty. It was all such a relief for the boy. Under normal circumstances the kid had a compulsion to present himself as a 'nice' boy. Despite being able to make a fairly close friendship with young Archie Andrews, Jughead still was obvious in that he suffered from a lack of social skills. Not knowing how to have a multidimensional fully developed character, Jughead always needed to overcompensate with his public persona of being all good-and-pure. To a boy who delighted so much in his wicked thoughts his do-gooder compulsion was a major stress, and the actual ability to be dirty [even if it was always just in the privacy of his own bedroom] was a guilty pleasure that Jughead partook upon at every available opportunity to relieve the stress... if only it could ever be that easy. In his earliest endeavors at the joys of self-pleasure, the kid was quick to realize that his excited enjoyment could be enhanced with the right visual imagery conceptualized. As many young boys are wont to do, his odd thought involved his friend Archie, or that bully Reggie, but quickly, Jughead discovered that it was a far more satisfactory mental image to imagine himself in full dominance and some cunt-girl as the sexy-little-fucktoy. Jughead did love using such filthy language in his fantasies. Yes... Jughead, definitely did have a secret, and yet it was one that it may have been possible to see if only his family and friends had been more observant of all the signs and clues. Jughead's parents would have had one of the earliest opportunities to realize the path little Jughead was embarked upon. Maybe if they hadn't been so otherwise engrossed in the moment that first ever fateful night, than they would have realized that their 'noisy' activities had attracted the attention of their awoken young child. There is no telling for sure that mommy or daddy could have even been able to understand all of the ramifications of that first night even if they had noticed their wide-eyed audience as they partook of the celebration of their 'love,' but what can be ascertained with a certainty is that while mommy sweated and moaned in the thralls of passion doing the nasty, that she had no idea that her impressionable young son was there at the doorway making the realization that even a woman as 'good' as his own mother was actually nothing more than just another cunt like every other girl out there. Jughead always liked to watch his mother get fucked. Even when it was old Pop Tart who dropped by while daddy was off at work playing the fool. The first time Jughead had come home early from school and saw his mother down on her knees playing the filthy little cocksucker, little Jughead had almost gotten ill to his stomach. It had been over a year since that first night where it had been established that even his own mother was just a filthy slut like any of those girls in that magazine he had found with Archie, but even still... old Pop Tart was a fucking loser [despite making the best damn hamburger in town.] As Jughead had unzipped his pants and crouched down so as not to have either his cheating slut of a mother or her 'boyfriend' inadvertently realize his observational presence, he really had to wonder just what the hell was actually going on. The boy had no problem that his mother was being a total harlot, but he just totally was freaked on why the hell she was doing the nasty with Pop. It was almost enough to make young Jughead have a hard time stroking himself off... almost, but not. Jughead shot his load into his hand as he watched Pop Tate shoot his load all over mom's cocksucker face. *** It was a good learning curve that Jughead Jones found himself embarked upon from finding magazines, to watching his folks, and than seeing that even his own personal bastion of feminine purity was nothing but a filthy piece of trash. Jughead's own fantasies evolved and became more wonderfully intricate with each passing day and year. The boy's own mother's shameful activities served as his main Sex-ertainment and Sex-ducational material for several more years, but in time, the girls of the gang became interesting diversions too. The first time Jughead Jones was in the tree outside young Midge Klump's bedroom window, he graduated to a new level in his ascension up the ladder of true psycho-perversity. The thrill of just being so 'dirty and bad' as to actually be up in the tree like some predator voyeur that night while poor, little unsuspecting Midge Klump played the good little girl coming to bed fresh from getting all 'clean' in the shower, was enough to give the kid a real kick. Then when Midge was so amazing cooperative as to shuck off that little terry-cloth robe to reveal the mind-blowing visual of the young teen standing there is just her pretty, little pink panties as she stood in front of her full-length body mirror and 'checked' things out... well, it was just damn lucky that no one was waiting underneath the boy down below the tree or they may well have caught a face full of ejaculation from young Jughead's spontaneous salute to the beauty of a little girl naked. It was so nice that there was also a tree outside the bedroom window of Betty Cooper too. It was always so damn hard for Jughead who he liked better of all the babelicious young hotties of Riverdale, but if it made the decision any easier for the boy, it did have to be pointed out that Betty didn't seem to have any toys like Midge had. It was unfortunate, that the Lodge estates had too much security for Jughead to check out whether or not the young socialite, Veronica had toys like Midge had... as big as Midges toys were and for all the vibrating they did, Jughead had to imagine that Veronica could afford even bigger ones that vibrated more... alas, even though Jughead had been able to check out the young miss Lodge once out on a camping trip, her actual taste in whatever toys she used would remain a mystery. Still, the fact that Midge did seem to really like her big plastic 'fake' cocks, and his idle speculation on what Veronica, Betty and the other girls were into when Jughead wasn't looking started to clue the boy into a final part of the 'greater truth,' which would be the absolute foundation to every aspect of Jughead Jones' special secret. What the boy finally realized was that girls liked it BIG! In much the same way that watching his mother be fucked totally confirmed for the boy that all girls were filthy sluts, the realization that girls liked it big finally told him how a loser like Pop Tate had bagged his mother. Pop had a big cock. Jughead hadn't exactly realized it when his slut mother had choked and gagged on it that day way back, but after having a few of the neighbors now to compare it too, Jughead finally was getting a better idea of things. The fact is that almost all of Jughead's earliest exposure to other men had been somewhat misleading. From those professional studs in the magazine and even to his own dad, the boy had seen nothing but other guys who were somewhat blessed. Sure there had been Archie too with his totally pathetic little cock, but Juggie tended to just think that his friend had gotten the really 'short' end of the stick when it came to endowment. The main reason that Jughead hadn't been able to realize just what was actually what when it came to most guys and their 'tool' size, was that Jughead himself was simply HUMONGOUSLY endowed. At nearly thirteen inches from the base of his balls to the tip of his thick prick, Jughead's size was almost freakishly out of proportion in comparison with the rest of his physical attributes. The fact had never played an important part in the boy's total development but after finally becoming armed with the final piece of the 'ultimate truth,' Jughead's size simply demanded that the kid finally act on the primal motivations of his secret. Jughead Jones was finally going to fuck himself a girl-cunt. Ahh... but who to pick? It wasn't an easy decision for a boy to make. On the one hand, if Jughead had the social skills or the social standing than it could have been easy. Under such circumstances, the boy simply could have approached any of the bevy of bouncy beauties bopping around the halls of Riverdale, and simply let the little slut know what-was-what with his equipment. Any of the girls would have simply become all to willing to make the drive up to inspiration point with the young, virginal Mr. Jones at that point to christen the back seat of his daddies Chevy... at least that was hat Jughead was certain of. It wasn't a relevant consideration though, because the fact is Jughead didn't have any intention of going out and asking for what he wanted. As far as the boy was concerned, if the cunt was going to like it from his big cock anyhow than any bitch was just going to be damn lucky to get the privilege of being chosen. In the end, it came down to three girls who stood head and... tits, and asses above the competition. First was Betty Cooper. Jughead really did like Betty's tits. As a natural blond, Jughead thought it might be interesting to try that pussy licking thing he had read about with Betty... not that hair color probably had much to do with taste. Jughead tended to like Betty as a friend [in so-much as he could ever like any cunt.] In the final analysis, if things didn't go quite as smoothly as Jughead was sure they would, than perhaps he shouldn't start with someone he sort of cared about too. The second girl on Juggie's short list for being the lucky cunt to get introduced to his weapon was the cockteasingly cute, Midge Krump. Of course, the boy had always had a special soft... HARD spot for the hottie given that she was just so damn accommodating with her late night festivities inside her well-lit bedroom. Laying on the bed without and covers, and with her bedroom curtains always left so obligingly open, the simple problem was that while the beautiful Midge was a voyeurs fantasy friend, there just wasn't a hell of a lot still left to the imagination about the girl as far as Jughead was concerned. That, and the fact that Midge's boyfriend Moose was notoriously jealous were two strikes against Midge that finally dropped her out of the running to be the first recipient of Jughead's lustful gift. In the end, it all came down to Veronica Lodge. For being such a bitchy, cold, little, fucking ice-princess, Veronica still had the appeal of the best body that money could buy... not that Jughead had any first hand knowledge that Veronica was a 'made' woman. It had seemed a little convenient that, the same summer little Betty Cooper had gone from being 'just-one-of-the-boys' to miss 'stretched T-shirt,' Veronica had suddenly gone away for a couple weeks at the 'family summer home' and returned with her own two, mouthwatering 'talents.' Still, Jughead, never judged, and however Veronica ended up so generously blessed, he was a boy who would just take the advantage as it was available. Perhaps it even was all natural... certainly, Veronica had the money to have access to all sorts of hi-tech exercise equipment and personal trainers, and you could say whatever else you wanted to about the bitch, but she did take pride in her appearance and had a really firm body and a fantastic ass. Yeah, Veronica Lodge would do just fine as the lucky cunt to be Jughead's first, and the best thing was that for all the security at her place, it would be so fucking simple to get the stupid bitch out alone where the boy would have his way with her. CHAPTER TWO... VERONICA LODGE The young girl had an air of superiority as she walked down the hallway in her God-given right to be just 'too-special.' When another girl was partially in the way, Veronica Lodge just rudely gave the little snot a shove. Veronica Lodge wasn't a girl who it was easy to like. Sure, money did talk, and it positively screamed for Veronica. When in doubt, she could always buy what she wanted from any personal effect and even whatever human companionship that she might ever want. Reggie Mantle was one boy who was always hot for Veronica and while she knew that her hot-bod was at least partially responsible, the other fact was that the money had a good catch like Reggie salivating for the opportunity to get into Veronica's panties... not that she was ever going to let any boy do that until she was safely protected with a ring on her finger. Veronica did like to exude a certain power over all people, and fooling around with a boy until he had a chronic case of blue balls amused the ice-princess greatly, but the actual fun for Veronica just came from the tease. Reggie was the typical type of relationship for Veronica... someone she could manipulate and screw over, but who she still knew would come back dragging that cock between his legs just cause she had the money and privilege to get away with being such a bitch. There definitely was a certain comfort for the girl to realize exactly where she stood with Reggie or the few other bitch girls she paid to be her occasional groupies. Ironically, though... [or is that inexplicably?] Veronica did have at least two people who hung out with her and treated her as more than just money. One was Betty Cooper. Betty had always been the only person Veronica had who could be considered a 'best-friend.' Even with the fact that Betty seemed to genuinely like Veronica, the bitchy Miss Lodge still didn't desist from viewing Betty as much as a rival as a sister... The reason that Veronica could never enjoy her only true friendship was the boy Archie Andrews. It was so difficult for Veronica to put her finger on why she even wanted Archie. He was okay at sports even though he was no Reggie Mantle. He wasn't an especially smart boy either, and no matter how many times she told him to dump hanging with that freak best friend of his 'Jughead Jones,' Archie would never do something like that. Maybe his loyalty and simpleness were what attracted the sophisticated back-stabbing Veronica Lodge to him... or maybe it was as simple as the fact that Betty Cooper was so desperately in heat for the redhead. Whatever the reason that Veronica wanted Archie, the same fact was that she did want him and that was going to be her downfall. The girl made her way to her school locker and opened it to change her text books for the next class. As she pulled the door open, the note fell out. Of course, the teenager quickly read it... DEAREST VERONICA, I HAVE FINALLY MADE THE DECISION AND I CHOOSE YOU. I WISHED I COULD COME OVER TO YOUR HOUSE TONIGHT TO BE WITH YOU, BUT YOU KNOW HOW YOUR FATHER FEELS ABOUT ME. I DO HOPE SO MUCH YOU WILL BE ABLE TO GET AWAY TONIGHT AND COME OUT TO INSPIRATION POINT SO WE CAN BE TOGETHER FOR A CELEBRATION OF THIS HISTORICAL DECISION I'VE FINALLY BEEN ABLE TO MAKE. ON SECOND THOUGHT, PERHAPS WE MIGHT WANT MORE PRIVACY SO MEET ME AT THE OLD KARLSTROM PLACE. I WILL BE THERE BY EIGHT-THIRTY, Signed YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND Finally!!! Archie had made his choice. Not that Veronica ever doubted that the boy would come to his senses sooner than later. After all there never had been a real comparison. The problem was that now that Veronica had Archie, she wasn't all that sure she actually had wanted him at all. Veronica had tried to frustrate the boy on previous occasions [only to be thwarted for the most part by the goodie-two-shoe.] What success she had on given the kid blue balls had been enough to let the girl know that Archie wasn't well endowed. Perhaps he might be able to compensate with an increased willingness to pleasure a woman in other ways, but Veronica couldn't seriously see herself in a long term relationship with such a small cocked man. Still, Archie had always accepted Veronica for what she was... now that she had won and knocked off Betty Cooper, perhaps Veronica might just go-ahead and marry Archie and then cuckold the poor sap. The possibilities really were endless in the long term as far as the smug little bitch was concerned, but the more immediate consideration was that the note certainly seemed to indicate that Archie was feeling amorous for the night... and if nothing else that would give Veronica a chance for a great laugh as she went and totally revved up the kid and than just walk away to leave him completely frustrated. It was going to be a very special night for Veronica Lodge, but as the girl put the note back into her locker and took her books to head off to the final class change of the day, she had no idea of just how 'special' the night would be... even if she had seen Archie's geeky best friend 'Jughead' Jones lurking just down the hallway staring at her ass as she stood there at the locker, chances are there never would have been any way for the girl to know just what would happen to her before the night was over. CHAPTER THREE JUGHEAD GETS LUCKY It was now over half-an-hour past the scheduled meeting time and Veronica Lodge was very pissed off. She had pulled her expensive sports car into the yard of the old, deserted, secluded Karlstrom Place and expected to see Archie waiting for her in his old jalopy. After-all the girl had made him wait a good thirty minuets to make sure that he knew who had the upper hand. When she got out of her car though she was so mad that Archie hadn't been there waiting, that she just stamped her feet and yelled out into the early night air, 'ARCHIE ANDREWS, YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING LOSER! YOU BLEW IT BUDDY!" Veronica was totally steamed as she prepared to get back into her car. Under her breath she muttered to herself 'just who the hell does he think I am, that I will stand for being stood up like thi...' Her rhetorical question was never finished being voiced, cause as the bitch had made her scene, her true 'date' for the night had made his skillful approach onto her position and exhibiting a blitz attack that his slim frame otherwise might have belied him capable of, Jughead Jones was suddenly on the unsuspecting Veronica Lodge. "mmgHHH... oooHHH, WHAT THE FU..." Jughead's hand clamped heavy over Veronica's foul-cursing mouth cut off the expletives as the boy starting his excited psycho-babble into his new 'girl-friend's' ear. "Ha, I bet your surprised it isn't Archie here, aren't you sweety. Don't worry though, you are going to love me way more than him anyhow. Can you feel me pressed up against your ass yet? It's all real. I know you never had it so big before so you are really going to like me tonight." Veronica Lodge couldn't believe it. One second she had been little Miss Princess, Queen of the world, and the next she had been surprised by some psycho lunatic out here in the middle of nowhere. Of course the girl's first response was surprise, and then a little fear as she tried to process her situation. As the creeps words hit her ears though, Veronica suddenly became very angry cause she recognized the voice instantly... JUST WHAT THE HELL DID JUGHEAD JONE'S THINK HE WAS DOING? The imperiled girl tried to voice the question but with her mouth muffled, all she could get out was some pathetic little 'mmmgyhhghhhmmph's.' *** Jughead really liked the feel of Veronica's soft, female body as he roughly shoved her hard up against her car. He probably really didn't need to have a hand over the bitch's mouth since he had purposely chosen this meeting location to make sure there wouldn't be anyone else within miles who might try to butt in and interfere in the boy's fun before he had an opportunity to educate the little ice-princes to just how much she would be eternally grateful for this blessing that Jughead had chosen to bestow upon her. It was just a natural thing to put one hand over her mouth when he grabbed the girl though. He still had the free second hand though to use for a feel or two... At first, Jughead had grabbed Veronica quickly around her waist. He wanted to make sure he could get her secured before she made it into the car... after all it would have really counterproductive for the agenda if his playmate had been able to get away before the game was even begun. Once he had managed to give her a shove into the car door which managed to push it securely shut, Jughead then had more of an opportunity to relax a little as he roughly pulled the bitch over and pushed her down over the hood of the car. He started to talk to her and at the same time he maneuvered his free hand from down around her waist back up to where it could get a more interesting grip. *** Veronica Lodge was absolutely mortified as she was being molested. She had often allowed Reggie Mantle to get under her sweaters in times past, but that was different... Reggie wasn't a disgusting little toad like Forsythe Jones was! It made her skin crawl as the bastard manhandled her and took his obscene liberties. Her mind raced in search of any possible escape options. She thought to try biting Jones' hand, but couldn't. Instead, all Veronica Lodge could do was get bent over the hood of her expensive car while the boy squeezed and twisted her tits through her sweater and continued to press what felt like a baseball bat, hard up against the crack of her ass. "Oh yeah... Why are you fighting me baby... I'm sure you can feel me up against your ass. I've had a hardon all day thinking about what a great fuck we are going to have tonight... in fact, I guess I've had a hardon ever since I chose you over Midge and Betty to be the first for me. You lucky cunt. Can you feel how lucky you are up against your ass? Oh yeah, I always knew your ass was going to be so fucking good. I'm just so fucking surprised you never saw the bulge in my pants today every time I saw you. I guess you were just too fucking stood-up to look down there. Well Veronica, maybe what you need is to be less stood-up and more down on your knees so you can get a better eye-level prospective on just what a lucky cunt you truly are." As upset as Veronica was given the situation she found herself in, the words being perversely spoken to her in such disrespect, weren't registering in any real sort of coherence. Still, the general gist of what Jughead was up to was too painfully being made crystally aware to the jeopardized teenager, with his crude manipulations of her tits. The bastard was being so damn rough, that Veronica was wincing under his touch. The horrible thing was that as repulsive as it was for the girl to be molested in such a degrading manner, she was not naive enough to prevent the realization from seizing her brain, that any boy who would lure a girl out like this and then attack her, wouldn't stop until things had gone much, much... much further. *** Things weren't going exactly like Jughead had thought they would... in a way, they were going exactly like he planned, with Veronica now on her knees having been sucking his cock for quite a while now... Jughead had already shot a load of his wet, sticky sperm all over the cocksucker's face, and now he was having her get him hard again for the fuck, so that part was going very well... what wasn't going the way he thought it would is how upset the stupid cunt still was and what a difficult little bitch she was being. Jughead really had thought that once Veronica had gotten to see just how big he was, that all that stupid act about not liking him would just evaporate like the bullshit it was... But no... here she was having already given him a blowjob and still the tears flowed. Sure, Jughead had needed to become more physical than he had originally thought, but that had been Veronica's fault. The boy had wanted to see her tits, and she should have just given it up. Jughead had loved it at first... grabbing up Veronica and pushing the rich bitch up against her fifty thousand dollar sports car... all her daddies money wouldn't mean shit for what Jughead wanted... he was going to get himself a fuck from the bitch that would reduce her to the level of any two-bit whore. It was damn fun to grab up Veronica and tell her how much fun they were going to have. She felt nice and soft too... all squishy when Jughead pressed his huge cock against the crack of her ass. Jughead had really needed to see her tits. That was when Veronica got all stupid and when Jughead had needed to stop her from escaping... Maybe, it was partly his fault too... if he had kept a good hold of her than she might not have been able to break past him, but Jughead had wanted to feel up both those tits as he went about getting her out of her preppie little stretched-tight sweater. He hadn't imagined she would bring her knee up... THE FUCKING BITCH. Jughead had almost been too winded to even be able to give chase as Veronica had started to run. He remembered her saying something like he was crazy and to please stop and she wouldn't tell anyone... The stupid cunt was acting like she couldn't believe Jughead would be doing this to her, but at the same time she gave him the knee and started to scream and run so she must have known deep down that this was real... Jughead was enraged as he fought through the pain and chased the bitch down... Luckily in her heels the cunt's flight ability was almost nonexistent and Jughead was quickly able to slam into he back with a flying tackle before the cunt got out to the road. He quickly punched her a couple times in the face to quiet Veronica down... the truth was that the display of violence kind of surprise him as he hadn't planned to do anything like that, but the cunt had started the pain thing when all Jughead wanted to do was have some fun. When the boy did pull back and let the bitch have it, he had to admit that he liked it. Normally, Jughead was used to being the loser in fights, but the way Veronica's head snapped back and the pitiful whimpering screams as he bitch-slapped her were very empowering. It was almost difficult not to keep punching, but Jughead didn't want the cunt's pretty face messed up too much before he had his satisfaction. There was a car driving by too, and they were just close enough that if the cunt screamed and the car's occupants had the windows down, than it could get awkward, so Jughead stopped punching the cunt and put his hand over Veronica's mouth. "You stupid bitch, Ronnie... don't you realize what a lucky cunt you are? I've seen Archie and he is so small. I'm way bigger than Reggie too so you are going to get what all you cunts want. You are just the first lucky bitch to get into my harem but once betty and Midge and everyone else gets indoctorined than you will finally realize what an honor you had to be the first... a stuck-up bitch like you should appreciate it. Now just keep that fucking mouth shut while we wait for that car to go by. *** It had all been so crazy. Even though Veronica had always thought Jughead was weird, she had thought him weird in a pathetic way, not in some psycho-lunatic way. Even when he had grabbed her, she figured it might be some sort of joke for the first second, but than when she had felt such a huge cock pressed up against her ass, Veronica had freaked... as an expert cock-teaser, the girl knew how boys got when they were turned on... even with Reggie, Ronnie had been forced to actually jack him off a couple times cause when a boy gets horny enough he becomes more demanding... and with Reggie, it had always been Veronica in control to start with. Now, Jughead was just as horny, and Veronica had no control at all. Kneeing the freak in the nuts had just been instinctive... Daddies self-defense lessons he had forced little princess to take had taught her to do tat if a rapist was ever her threat... to Veronica, the idea of being raped was sick. She hadn't even considered that anyone as privileged as herself would ever be treated in such a manner, so she had tuned out the rest of that lesson from the security trainer... too bad for her. Veronica had run as fast as she could and in the distance she had heard the car on the road... if only she could get there, but of course she couldn't... It had been so unreal to be taken to the ground. Jughead had always seemed like such a wimp but he hit her so hard that it became difficult to think straight. When Jughead told her to be quiet until the car went by, all Veronica could do was weep and hope-beyond-hope that whoever was in the car would turn into the Karlstrom place for some reason. *** Archie Andrews, Reggie Mantle, and Betty Cooper were all in Archie's car headed to Pop Tate's place. None of them were really thinking of Veronica at the moment as she hadn't told anyone where she would be this evening, and as they drove past the driveway into the Karlstrom place, they had no idea that they were bypassing their last chance to ever see the girl again. *** After the car out on the road had driven by, Jughead Jones had grabbed hold of Veronica's hair and used it like a leash on a dog to drag the bitch back to the relative safety of being further off the road. Part of the way back down the gravely path, Jughead had noticed the rough trail had given the cunt some scratches on her face. Much to his surprise, the boy sort of was excited by the meanness of it all. Jughead wanted to see more. "Poor, crybaby Ronnie... those expensive designer cloths of yours are going to get all ruined if I drag you through the dirt and gravel back to where I can sex you proper. Maybe you would like it better if I took everything off before it got too dirty?" Veronica didn't like it better to have this psycho she thought was a friend, stripping her, but there was little the bitch could do about it as the teenager got stripped down to her bra and panties. 'Mmm, your tits aren't as good as betty's, but they are still nice... I bet your nipples are erect too to prove you are horny for this," the boy spoke as he yanked the sexy teen's brassier off of her in a rough ripping motion. 'And now those cute little Pierre Cardine panties too. How much did they cost you Ronnie? Bet you paid more for those panties than I spend on hamburgers for a whole week, but they are just going to be in the way for what we are going to do so let get those cute little undies off." Veronica Lodge was naked. She did get several more cuts and scratches on her perfect, little virginal body before Jughead finally had her back to the car. Having been dragged by the hair over gravel the whole way, and having tried to resist a couple times to earn herself a couple kicks to the ribs, Veronica was in so much pain that all she could do was whimper as Jughead pulled the naked teenager up to her knees and forced her to suck. She didn't even dare to bite. And so Veronica Lodge sucked cock for the first time in her life. It was disgusting to her. Jughead was so big that he gagged her. She wanted to spit the foul taste out of her mouth but she had to suck and lick every inch of his cock, and the boy seemed to delight in shoving it down even further into her throat... at one point, she was sure she was about to choke right to death before he pulled out and let her catch her cocksucker breath back... Veronica Lodge was a drooling mess with her face covered in the remnants of Jughead's first filthy ejaculation all over her face, when the boy pulled out and told her it was now time to fuck. Panic seized the young girl. She had sucked him off, wasn't that good enough? Veronica didn't want a baby... she begged Jughead, and the boy did finally take pity... sort of. "If I fuck you up the ass and your good enough, than maybe I won't need to risk knocking your rich bitch self up." Jughead was such a freak if he thought Veronica would ever do anything so depraved... but what choice did she have? Getting up on all fours was so humiliating, and his cock was so big, and there wasn't any lubrication to make things easier for the young girl at all. *** Jughead Jones was in rapist paradise... squatting in behind, Veronica Lodge, he had to admit the vision of beauty on her hands and knees before him was simply cock-stiffening. It was too bad that she was still acting like she didn't like it and was all crying and stuff, but Jughead was getting more into accepting his new found enjoyment on that part too... what he had no problem even knowing that he would like was to be ass fucking some girl. Veronica did have a simply subliminal ass. It was so tight that he had to really give her a hard shove to ram his cock all the way in. The way Veronica had screamed, maybe something wasn't quite stretchy enough to take it... oh well, like any square peg and round hole, enough hammering always drove the point home, and since it was kind of gross to think too much about it, Juggie really preferred to just enjoy having his balls slap up against the girls ass down near her pussy as he pound-fucked her ass... it was also more fun to giggle to himself that the cunt actually thought she could save her pussy by agreeing to cooperate to getting ass wrecked. *** Veronica was so sore. She tried again to get her arms free but Jughead had tied them too tight. She desperately wanted to get free. It was so crazy what had happened. She had been raped. It was so humiliating. Veronica had actually had to suck cock and let the boy cum in her mouth... it had been disgusting... WORSE, VERONICA HAD BEEN SODIMIZED. The fucking prick had raped her ass and actually shot his sperm into her. She could still feel it so icky in her. When Jughead let her go, she was going to try to use all her wealth and influence to get Jughead put up for the death penalty or something. Maybe she would get a hitman to just kill the bastard... yeah, but first the guy could beat the fuck out of Jughead and rape him too... It was small solace to the girl, but one thing Veronica Lodge did know was how to get her revenge. *** Jughead Jones had a small problem. It was getting near time that the boy would have to get home and Veronica hadn't come around like he had originally hoped. It may have seemed like a bigger problem to the boy except he was still sure that she would, it was only a matter of finally forcing her to admit she was just a cunt and wanted it. Jughead still had time to give her one more fuck and that would fix everything/ *** "Okay, bitch, time to fuck that cherry cunt." Veronica Lodge screamed into her panty gag duct taped into her mouth... she wanted to protest that the freak had promised not to violate her fertile and unprotected pussy, but all the sound that came through her panties was a muffled "nnnnnngghooooommmmphhh!!!" With the young, brunette beauties hands bound securely behind her back, and the panty gag in her mouth preventing her from getting all annoying with her protests, Jughead had no problem rolling the bitch onto her back. He skillfully forced her slut legs apart and than the boy mounted her easy. Veronica's eyes fluttered wide as she felt the thirteen inches penetrate and break her... she wasn't a virgin anymore. "That's it, enjoy it you slut." Jughead figured pussy was better than anything he ever could have imagined. Mouth and ass had both been nice, but pussy was definitely what it was all about. Jughead wanted the fuck to last forever. Ironically, it would last forever but only for Veronica. Even with her arms tied behind her, Veronica tried to buck a couple times as if in effort to knock her rapist off her... it was utterly futile and actually just gave the boy a wilder ride... still, it kind of served as the last straw to Jughead... it just pissed him off so much, cause he was sure the cunt was cumming on his cock, and yet she was still so acting like she didn't like it. Jughead wanted to shake some sense into her... his hands found her neck... it seemed so natural... it was so weird... the shorter of breath the girl got, the more frantic her fight... the better the fuck was getting... Jughead shot his load into Veronica's cunt, but he didn't let go of his hold on her neck... "You stupid cunt, you should have liked it Veronica... you should have known how good it would have been for you, but if you were too fucking stuck up than who needs you anyhow?" And with that, Veronica Lodge was no more. [Definitely to be continued... soon] Mail on this story or any other work of mkarl will be accepted at mkarl2000@hotmail.com June 26/2000 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+