Pharma

[peterfrisk]

Hehe. Indeed, right you are. Not all participants will have fond memories from the experience.

[Shocker]

Hehe. Indeed, right you are. Not all participants will have fond memories from the experience.

Yet on average 9 out of 10 participants enjoy a gang rape.

[LtBroccoli]

Hehe. Indeed, right you are. Not all participants will have fond memories from the experience.

Yet on average 9 out of 10 participants enjoy a gang rape.

9 out of 10 dentists agree...

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags:Nosex, setup
Content Warnings: Chekov's Gun
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A new couple shows up at the cabin as everything gets crazy...
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Chapter 52(nosex,setup)




Bianca ran through the basic health checks on their new guest, Kim. She was getting better but still acted a little groggy. The scratches on her head and hands were superficial, and she should be right as rain in enough time for when her friends arrive next door. Kim, for her part, just kept asking questions like where everyone was from and what they did. That’s good, because it helps a person with a brain injury focus on something and keeps them from passing out. But it wasn’t a good sign that she asked the same questions over and over, like what was everyone’s names and where were they from. ‘Once her friends show up, they’ll need to take her to a doctor,’ she thought to herself.

As Bianca stepped into the kitchen to get a glass of water for Kim, she heard an engine rumbling, louder and louder as it approached the cabin. She shrugged, figuring that it was Kim’s friends heading to the cabin next door, Sleeping Bear. It was only when the rumbling stopped right outside in the parking pad that she thought something was weird.

“Hey Kim?”

“Yeah.”

“Did anyone see you along the trail before we came along?”

“I don’t think so.” Kim said, her words slow and slurred. Bianca wasn’t sure if Kim was telling the truth that no one saw her or they did and she didn’t remember. Bianca looked around the kitchen for something to grab, just in case.

Just as she located the knife block, she heard a rustling at the door. A key was going into the lock. She sighed. It must’ve been James or Drew or Tommy, and they flagged down a local to give Kim a lift to the local clinic. The only people who had a key were those that belonged here.

That thought changed when a pair of strangers opened the door and rushed in, dragging their luggage behind them. They were several feet into the living room before they even looked around, and even that was a quick pause as they dropped their luggage and made out like horny teenagers. The man was blonde, maybe 5’7”, with a skinny build wearing a baby blue polo shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and sandals. The woman was about 5’3”, a little on the chunky side with a short haircut to her brown hair that screamed that she wanted to speak to the manager, a white and black striped shirt, black yoga pants, and short red pumps. She had a shawl on her shoulders, but the man removed that. They were halfway to the steps when Bianca finally made a noise.

“Excuse me, but who are you?”

As soon as Bianca spoke, the couple stopped fooling around and glared at her, pissed that she interrupted their private moment.

“What are you doing here, are you the help?” The woman said, almost spitting the last part of that sentence at Bianca.

“Help?”

“Of course.” The woman said, then raised her voice and slowed her speech. “Are. You. The. Maid?”

“Lady, my friends and I have this cabin for the weekend. I’m not the maid and I don’t appreciate your attitude.” Bianca looked at the couple, apprising the situation. She knew a Karen when she saw one, and knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“No, you’re wrong. This is our cabin, we have a key. Leave before we call the cops.”

“I’m not leaving. We were here first.” A few seconds in and Bianca was already losing her patience. She grabbed her phone and texted Morgana.

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing? I said leave, now.” The short little brunette took a few steps towards Bianca. As soon as she pressed Send, she stepped over to the knife block.

“I’m texting my friends, the ones who have the reservation for this place.”

“WE have the reservation.” The woman was pushing Bianca’s buttons. She’d walked forward, stopping at the bar ledge.

The man, her husband from the looks of it, trailed behind her. Bianca noticed something on his left hand, like one of those carpal tunnel braces. He approached the bar, trying to keep his wife under control.

“Ladies, listen. I’m sure there’s some misunderstanding here, let’s just find a way to work this out, okay?” His voice was meek and shaky, like that of a man who was used to dealing with a certain kind of abuse over the years.

“I don’t see the problem; this woman is squatting in our cabin.” The woman kept egging things on. More than once Bianca eyed the knives.

“You are in the wrong cabin. There’s 6 of us renting this place. My friends are on their way back, they’ll be here any minute.” Bianca did her best to keep her voice calm. She could recognize how angry this woman was making her. She turned to the husband. “I’m sure there’s some rational explanation to what’s going on.”

“Yeah, you’re in our cabin ILLEGALLY.” The woman interjected. Bianca did not have ‘cut a bitch’ on her calendar this morning but was about to pencil it in. Fortunately for her, the husband spoke up again, putting his left hand with that weird brace on his wife’s shoulder.

“Honey, let’s relax for a moment. I’ll call the front desk, try to find out what happened, okay?” The woman harrumphed in anger as he pulled out his cell phone. While he did this, Bianca called James, then texted Morgana and Drew. She didn’t have Tommy’s number but knew the others did.

Meanwhile, Kim slowly got up and slipped into the bathroom. No one seemed to notice that she was in there, nor notice that her hoodie pouch hung a little lower when she exited the bathroom.


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Morgana and Drew kept walking for a bit, before deciding to stop for a rest at an abandoned golf cart. It was half on the path, half in the woods and looked like the last owner lost his temper on it and kicked it a few times. They wanted to double back and find Tommy and Aislinn, but knew that would be a bad idea. If they went too far back, say before the couple went off the trail, then they’d come back ahead of them and think everything was fine. Instead, they sat in an abandoned golf cart that was hooked up to a portable battery pack.

Drew pulled a water bottle from his pack and took a sip. He handed it to his wife, who took a sip then gave it back.

“How far back you think they are?”

Morgana shook her head. “I don’t know. We were so far ahead they could be anywhere behind us.”

“Once again, she’s the free spirit.” Drew said. Morgy just nodded. “Hey, you okay with them?”

She looked at Drew. “Whatchya mean?”

“Yer mate bonin’ yer sister. You okay with that?” He asked. Morgana shrugged her shoulders.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think it’s the other way ‘round. Besides, he’s yer mate, too.”

“I know. She’d been askin’ ‘bout ‘im for a while, but now that they’re near each other, who knows.” Drew said.

Morgana rocked her head from side to side. “I wouldn’t put too much into it. Her first time in the states and they’re both single, good looking, and on holiday. If they continue things when she comes back in a few weeks, that’s a different story.”

“Yep…Hey, I was thinking, next trip back, I’ll bring some stuff for the house. Maybe a Melbourne Storm sign for the bar, some stuff like that.”

“That’d be nice. Thinking of doing the whole bar in purple and black too? I’m not opposed to that at all.”

“I know. There’s so much to do. Also, which room do you want as your office, one of the bedrooms or one of the rooms on the first floor?” Drew asked.

Morgana thought for a moment. “Not sure. Which one you want?”

“I think I’d rather have the study behind the kitchen, unless you want it.”

“You can have it. I might want one of the bedrooms upstairs to start, just not sure.”

“Why’s that?” Drew asked.

“When we have a kid, they’ll probably play in the family room the whole time by the dining room or in the library. If I’m at home with them, I might want the library as an office but if not, I can use one of the bedrooms. We have 4 of them and only the two of us so far.” She said.

“So far.” He repeated her last statement.

“It’s only been a few weeks of honest to goodness trying, so it could take a while.” She said, grabbing his hand.

“Gotta say, I really enjoy the trying part.” They both laughed at his comment. Drew looked up the path away from the cabing, not seeing anyone. “Oi, thinking what I’m thinking?”

She smiled. “Probably, but not now. We’ll start and that’s when everyone shows up. Besides, that.” Morgana motioned down the path. She could just barely make out someone approaching from the distance, closing on their position fast.

It was James, and he looked like he was exhausted. He was about 100 meters from them when stopped and nearly collapsed. The couple got up from the golf cart and ran to James.

“JAMES! JAMES!” Morgana yelled, closing the gap to her friend in a under 15 seconds. Drew wasn’t far behind her. James took a knee, sucking wind. “You okay?”

“Weird shit, cabin, get back, texts.” James could barely speak, and handed the pair their phones. They took the phones and helped James up, walking him over to the abandoned golf cart.

“Here.” Drew handed James his water bottle. James took several gulps. He took another moment to catch his breath before he spoke.

“Bianca texted. Something weird was going on at the cabin. Some couple showed up, and are picking a fight with ‘er.”

“Like a fight fight?” Morgana asked, grabbing her walking stick a little tighter.

“Not yet. She said this new couple says they rented the cabin and they’re screaming at her. I told her to stay calm and we’ll be there as soon as possible.”

“Shit. We gotta go. You gonna be good for a little bit?” Drew asked James. The older man nodded.

“I’ll catch up in a minute. Just need to catch my breath. They musta expanded the trail in the last few minutes.”

Morgana chuckled. “Sit for a bit then catch up. We’ll let you know what’s going on. We’ll also grab the lovebirds from their little nest and drag them back. Might need some backup if things get ugly.”

“You expecting a fight Morgy?” Drew asked.

“Expecting, no. Hoping, no. Preparing…”. She said as she squeezed her walking stick a little tighter. The pair set off towards the cabin, phones in hand calling and texting Tommy and Aislinn.

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As Tommy and Aislinn cleaned up after their little tryst in the woods, they heard buzzing from their bum bags. She grabbed hers first and saw a slew of texts from Morgy, telling them to get back to the trail and head to the cabin. She just responded ‘K’ and left it at that. When Tommy grabbed his and read the messages, he wasn’t sure what was going on. Everything was vague from Drew and Morgana, something about needing to get back to the cabin right away.

He immediately went into denial mode. They didn’t see Bubbles on the trail, so there’s no way this party could still be on, right? He told himself that it had to be something else, maybe some billing issue and one of the staff needed to see him or one of the neighbors got drunk and shit themselves in the pool? If they had neighbors, that would make sense.

By the time he tried to figure out what was happening and convince himself that something was going on that didn’t involve the Really Useful Crew, Aislinn was already back to the trail, waiting for him to catch up.


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Morgana and Drew were double-timing it back to the cabin. They must’ve been further away from the cabin than they thought when they rounded the corner and saw Tommy and Aislinn just making their way to the trail. They quickly passed them, then waved at them to catch up.

“Oi, let’s go.” Drew said. Morgana held her walking stick in her hand, looking like she was going to use it as a weapon.

“What’s going on?” Aislinn asked as her and Tommy struggled to keep pace with the experienced hikers.

“Got some texts from B, someone’s at the cabin sayin’ it’s theirs.”

“The fuck?” Aislinn replied.

Tommy nearly fell over when he heard that. When he stopped, Morgy and Aislinn both turned to see if he was okay. “Musta been a rock.” He kept walking, but he knew that things were adding up in the wrong column. He didn’t see Bubbles, so he assumed the mission was off, but the crazy shit at the cabin might be part of it. They discussed this part of the plan but as far as he knew, it was off when the couple couldn’t make it.

The group arrived at the cabin in a couple minutes. As soon as they did, everyone entered, with Tommy bringing up the rear.

Morgana and Drew were taking off their backpacks, approaching Bianca and two people that Tommy didn’t know, and Bubbles sat with her back to the rear of the cabin.

The reality struck him and he froze a few feet inside of the doorway. The attack was on.


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James sat for a moment in the abandoned golf cart, finishing the water bottle that Drew gave him earlier. He was in good enough shape that he could’ve made the run without looking like he was about to die, but this helped push things forward. He knew that Tommy would figure out that this was on soon enough, but that they were also too late to stop anything. Bubbles was in position and if the play was still the same, armed. They could overwhelm her with numbers, but Bubbles seemed like the type of girl to shoot the leader then move on to the next in line. Assuming she even had real bullets. They talked about using blanks, but Bubbles might need to shoot her way out if things went wrong. He hoped things didn’t go wrong.

He didn’t know when he’d meet the group on the trail, but knew it wouldn’t be long. He made his way back to the cabin, figuring that he gave everyone enough of a head start to get back to the cabin. The whole op depended on timing. Get back too soon, and the would-be robbers need a new plan. Too late, and the plan is ruined.

James made it all the way back to the start of the path, just outside of view of the house, when he heard the familiar and distinctive sound that only one thing in the world makes. The Ka-Chunk of a pump action shotgun being racked behind him.


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Back in the cabin, things had deteriorated. The woman was yelling at Bianca and Morgana about how they were in “her cabin.” Reality had no sway on her as she threatened over and over to call the cops on Tommy and the crew. The argument almost turned physical when the woman noticed Kim sitting by the table and made a comment about that “slant-eyed druggy whore” with her back to the rear door. Drew had to hold Morgy back from beating the bitch. There were a few more choice phrases thrown back and forth, and the woman found out the hard way that Aussies do not hold back on calling a woman a cunt when she deserves it.

It was Tommy and this new guy, Joe, that eventually stepped in and kept the argument from getting physical. They talked in front of the group, trying to figure out what happened. Both Joe and Tommy had keys for Running Bear Cabin, and the keys matched each other. Tommy checked in on Wednesday with James and they had the room reserved until Monday morning. Joe and his wife Mary had reserved the building back in June for the weekend. Drew made a joke about their kid being named Jesus that went over like a fart in church. Tommy reserved it later on but had the emails to show that he’d already received and paid for the cabin. While everyone else was ready throw down, Joe called the front desk. After calling and leaving a message with them to have a manager call them back right away, Tommy offered Joe and Mary something to drink. Joe hesitantly declined, catching the side eyes glare from his wife. Just as it became awkward, Joe’s phone rang.

“Hello.” Joe said, putting the phone on the table and on speaker.

“Hello, this is Micah from HRM, I’m looking for Joseph and Mary Parker.” The voice was male, and sounded a bit nasally.

“This is Joe.” He said, leaning over the phone.

“Hi Joseph. If I understand this right you’re in Running Bear with your wife right now, along with another party that is renting the cabin?”

“That’s what they say.” Joe replied.

“Micah, my name’s Tommy, I’m the person that rented Running Bear for the weekend.”

“Hello Tommy. I’m assuming we’re on speaker?”

“Yep, there’s a bunch of us here, including two lawyers.” Drew said from the background.

“Okay. Here’s what I could find out. Joseph, mind if I call you Joe?”

“Go ahead.” Joe said. His wife breathed angrily through her nose, and he shrunk down a little.

“Okay Joe. Short version is that you had the cabin first but you were moved after Tommy called and reserved, and you should be at another cabin. Tommy, there’s some notes in the reservation. Did you call in or reserve online?” Micah asked.

“I called in.”

“Who did you talk to?”

“Some guy named Bob, last name starts with a K, German sounding.” Tommy said. He could hear Micah on the other end of the line sigh.

“That explains it. So Joe, I’m guessing that Tommy spoke to one of the senior people in the resort and they booked him into this cabin, and they bumped you to another. You should be in Dancing Elk, but there was a maintenance issue with it yesterday.”

“What kind of issue?” Mary said, the contempt dripping from her voice.

“Trust me, you’re glad you’re not there today, unless waking up to a backed-up toilet and leaking sewage is your idea of a good time. But when Dancing Elk was closed out from the system, it reverted your reservation back to Running Bear.” Micah said.

Joe nodded. “I can see how that makes sense, but how do we fix this?”

“Can you give me 15-20 minutes?”

“Why?” Mary asked. Morgana rolled her eyes at the short brunette and her attitude.

“I need to find a new place for you. It’ll take me a little bit to find a cabin on very short notice. I might have to move a couple things around, but we will make this right.”

“You better.” Mary said.

“We will, ma’am.” Micah said. This sounded like it wasn’t the first time he dealt with a Karen in the wild. “If you two could sit tight, maybe make some new friends, then we’ll get this fixed. Once I have a solution or two, I’ll call you back, then you come back to the main office and we’ll get this sorted out.”

“So about 20 minutes?” Joe asked.

“About that. I’ll call you back on this number.” Micah almost sounded cheerful. Joe was relieved to get a solution in place.

“Sounds good. Look forward to hearing back from you. Take care.” Joe hung up, then sighed. He looked at Tommy and shook his head, rubbing his temples. “Tommy, mind getting me a glass of water? I’m starting to get a headache.” Mary reached into her purse and handed Joe a bottle of aspirin. Tommy grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured him a water from the fridge. Joe popped a couple of the aspirin and washed them down.

“Well, that was kinda crazy.” Drew said. Mary ignored him, deciding to stew in her anger. Morgana and Aislinn looked at Mary, like they were looking for an excuse to pull her hair out. Mary returned the look.

No one noticed Kim sitting over at the dining table all by herself. In all of the confusion and craziness of the arguing and phone calls, no one noticed her text on a small phone that was now in her hoodie pouch, nor did anyone notice that she seemed to be a little more attentive than she was just a few minutes ago. They didn’t notice her stand up after Joe swallowed the aspirin and walk to the back of the room, in front of the door to the wrap around deck.

What they did notice was James opening the door, then walking into the cabin with his arms raised. Then they noticed the three men with guns behind him.



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To Be Continued...

[Shocker]

Aussies don’t hold back calling anybody a cunt. Good chapter.