The Diary Of Insanity - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Diary Of Insanity - Part 1

... alone on the train, right up until when we were approaching Salisbury. The rear carriages were detaching so I got up and walked, albeit slightly unsteadily, to the front carriage. Only one other person sat in there. An attractive young woman. I sat myself opposite her at the table, and she smiled pleasantly. Something about the smile looked.. off. She looked slightly scared. When she looked back down at her book, I glanced at her for longer. She looked to be in her late teens. So maybe woman isn't the best word. Maybe she is really a 'girl'? I dunno, does it matter? Get it together, man. She looked to be in her late teens, probably around eighteen or nineteen. Long blonde hair, swept back in a wavy flourish, adorned her head. She had a pretty face, with nice full lips and blue eyes. Looking down, I could tell even through her oversized lumberjack shirt that she had a good pair of tits. And I remembered admiring her legs as I saw them from the aisle. She was wearing tight leggings, that showed off her slender figure. All in all, she was a hottie. And one that got me quite flustered very quickly. I've never been able to shake off that old nervous feeling I get around cute girls. Been feeling it since puberty, and every day after that. I'm sure it'll never go away entirely. The tannoy called out that we were about to arrive in Salisbury, and we both looked up and registered it. I watched her start to pack things up. She was getting off the train with me. Then she did something ...

... that sealed her fate. She got up, took a sip from her bottle of water, then walked off, evidently to find the toilet just before we arrived. When she was gone, my mind went into overdrive. Lee hadn't left before giving me a little gift. You see, both Lee and I have always drooled over the idea of drugged rape. I know how that sounds. Yeah, psychopath a bit? Well, it is. But hey, we all have our kinks. Our's just happens to be a bit extreme. Lee told me he's working on it. And just before we left he passed me something under the table. A little bottle of Rohypnol. Roofies, Ruffles, The Date Rape drug, whatever you want to call it. It was in my pocket. And the possibilities were endless. So here I sit, with a cute girl about to get off the train at the same place as me. And she's gone to the toilet leaving her water alone and unprotected. In a normal state of mind I wouldn't dream of it. The risks were huge. But I was still feeling the effects of drinking with Lee. And this was a brilliant opportunity, probably the best I'd get in a while. I whipped the bottle out of my pocket, and unscrewed the lid. She would only be gone for a minute. It was now or never. I nervously remembered him saying something about.. a few drops.. fifteen to twenty minutes.. it was all a blur. But if something had gone wrong, I could have legged it. She'll forget everything anyhow? I unscrewed the lid, and squeezed several drops of the drug into her water. After closing it again and shaking it for a few ...