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2:43pm.
The engine rumbled to life in the van and Eric pushed the button for the garage door opener. He watched the door raise until he could drive out, then pulled forward into the gravel driveway. Glancing in his side mirror to check that the door had closed, he rolled slowly down the driveway.
It was wet. Very wet. The rain came down in sheets. And at nearly three in the afternoon in the late fall it was starting to get dark. He turned the wipers on faster.
Eric’s eyes darted to the rearview mirror, then back to the driveway. It wound around a few old trees before he could see the main road on ahead, and he watched as a Baldwin County school bus passed by. A few moments later a figure wearing a heavy coat pulled up over their head crossed in front of the driveway.
“They dropped Miss Georgia Eagleton off at the wrong driveway again,” he muttered under his breath.
That damned new busdriver needed to read the road markers. Pretty soon Georgia would have to trudge through snow drifts on her way home.
He looked left before pulling out into the road and rolled up beside Georgia, leaning across the crate of donations for the granny shop in the passenger seat so he could roll down the window. “Well, hey there, Georgia. Care for a lift?”
The young girl peered out from under her hood, her brown eyes wary, but then she smiled and nodded. “I’d appreciate that, Mr. Brown.”
Eric hooked his thumb toward the back. “Sorry the front seat’s full. You wouldn’t be too put out sitting in the back now, would you?”
Georgia was already reaching for the handle as he asked and she pulled roughly on the sliding door. “No problem. Thanks a lot, Mr. Brown. It sure is wet today.”
He sighed. “It is. Seems like fall finally hit us.”
“Yeah, it has.”
He rolled the window back up. Georgia slammed the door shut and perched on the seat right next to it, setting her bookbag at her feet and holding the top handle with both hands.
Eric put the van in drive again and glanced in the side mirror to check for traffic. “Seems nobody wants to be out in this weather,” he remarked when he saw the empty road in either direction.
“Guess not,” Georgia agreed.
She inched forward in her seat and watched the road between the front two seats, shifting so she could reach for the door as they drew closer to the driveway. Instead of pulling up to it, Eric continued past and his eyes darted to the rearview to see her reaction.
Georgia’s eyebrows pinched in the middle and her head turned as she watched the driveway go by, then turned and fixed him with a confused look. The wariness returned to her face when she saw him watching her.
“Mr. Brown, that was my driveway,” she said in a small voice.
“Did I miss it? Oh, shoot. I’ll turn around,” Eric said. “I’m sure sorry about that. With all this rain, I couldn’t see it. I’ll have to get new wiper blades.”
The girl didn’t say anything and continued to eye him before turning back to the window as he pulled onto a turn out so he could flip around. She reached for the door. “I can walk from here. Thanks again for the lift.”
Eric hit the lock button. Georgia jumped, then looked over at him with mild alarm and reached to push the switch to release the lock. Before she could, David McCully, Eric’s oldest friend, sat up from the very back row of seats and grabbed her arm. He yanked her back into the very back and she shrieked.
“Get off! Let me go! What’re you doing?!”
Georgia screamed again, this time in pain, as he dragged her onto the floor.
While David was busy with Georgia, Eric turned his attention back to the road. Glancing in both directions, he saw that there was still no one else on the road, but that would change soon; they only had a few minutes until the bus would reach the end of its route and the driver would turn around to head back to town.
He pulled back onto the road, watching carefully as the van’s wide turning radius nearly took them off the other shoulder. Straightening out and ignoring the sounds of crying and begging in the back of the van, he gunned the gas and sped toward his driveway again, then pulled in and started to drive back to the house. A grin split his face when there was still no other traffic as he pushed the limits of what was safe to drive up the driveway.
“Stop! Stop, please! Let me go! I won’t tell anyone!” Georgia begged.
She wouldn’t be given the chance to tell anyone anything.
Eric hit the button for the garage door and slowed down as it slowly rose. He pulled into the garage, hit the button once more, cut the engine, and jumped out while unlocking the doors. David smirked at him when he pulled the side door open. Georgia started begging again immediately, “Let me go, please, Mr. Brown! Please! I promise I won’t tell anyone! I won’t breathe a word!”
“Quiet, girl,” he snapped.
“She’s a pretty one,” David said.
Oh, how Eric knew. He’d watched for years as Georgia grew from a scraggly kid into a young woman. She hid her body underneath a big, baggy coat right now, but he’d seen her lithe, slender body in a bathing suit before so he knew what she had to offer. Slim and petite with wavy brown hair, milk chocolate eyes, and pale skin, she was the image of youthful beauty.
Despite her much smaller size than him and David, she struggled and fought them as Eric pulled her out of the van. She didn’t have the same strength as him, and with her arms crossed behind her back, she couldn’t scratch or claw at him and it wasn’t hard to get her into the house.
She started to scream when they walked into the kitchen from the garage, but it wouldn’t do her any good. Eric had inherited the house from his late grandmother and lived alone. The nearest house was her own, and it was a good quarter to half a mile away through the thick woods.
He and David made their way through the kitchen with Georgia between them, and then Eric opened the door into the cellar.
Georgia screamed again as David dragged her down the rickety old stairs, not stopping until he’d gotten her all the way down into the cellar and he wrestled her onto the dirt floor. “Shut your filthy mouth, bitch.”
“Don’t get her dirty,” Eric snapped. He grabbed the roll of duct tape he’d left out specifically for this and pulled a good strip off, then turned back to Georgia and David. “Hold her still.”
She cried and screamed when David grabbed a handful of her long hair and yanked her head back and Eric quickly secured the tape across her mouth, muffling any further attempts to speak or shout.
“Can we take her damn clothes off now?” David groused.
Georgia shook her head and fought again as the two of them started to strip off her shoes and coat, and Eric picked her up around her waist and slammed her down on top of the wooden table his grandfather had once used to work on his projects. It was long and narrow, so her head hung off one side and her hips stuck off the other, and it was the perfect height for what they intended to use it for. She lay still, her tears sparkling in the low light from the single hanging bulb, and Eric was able to yank her arms to the sides and hold them down. He jerked his head at the roll of tape. “Tape her up like we talked about, Dave.”
“She’s still got most of her clothes on,” David complained, but he grabbed the tape and started to wrap one end around her right wrist several times, then stretched the tape to the corner and wound it around the leg before tearing it off. He did the same to the left wrist, so all that was left to deal with were Georgia’s legs.
Eric hooked his fingers into the waist of her jeans and tugged roughly, pulling them and her underwear down at the same time.
She tried to kick, but she couldn’t get the leverage and he was able to get her pants and panties off easily. He stared for a moment at the thin patch of curly brown hair all around her cunt, but she squeezed her legs together and obscured his view.
Not for long. Eric grabbed her right leg and tugged it to the side as far as he could while she squealed and shrieked behind her tape gag. David wrapped the tape around her knee similarly to how he had with her wrists, then secured the other end around the same table leg her right wrist was trapped to. They then moved to the left leg and she was sufficiently bound in place.
“I wanna see her tits too,” David muttered.
Eric hooked his thumb behind him to indicate the old metal shears hanging on the corkboard. While David walked to fetch them, Eric traced his fingers from the backs of Georgia’s knees and down the insides of her thighs to her cunt.
Sixteen years old and just begging for him to sink his cock into her.
She whimpered and sniffled, shaking her head as he probed a finger into her cunt. She was tight and warm, not nearly wet enough that it’d be easy to fuck her, but wet enough that he could finger her without much trouble.
He started when he heard the first snip as the shears cut through her shirt and raised his eyes to watch as David slowly shore through the fabric. He pushed the sides of her ruined shirt out of the way so her chest and torso were on display, then ran his palm over the pink bra she wore. David easily cut through the thin fabric holding the cups together, then set aside the shears and took both her small, perky breasts in his hands.
Eric unbuttoned his pants with one hand, keeping his finger still pushed as deeply into her as he could get it, and shoved the front of both pants and boxers down. His cock was hard already; he’d been hard since they got Georgia into the house and it was abundantly clear that their plan had worked and they would be able to fuck this little bitch.
He spit into his hand and rubbed it over his length, getting it nice and slick, then spit onto her cunt and rubbed it around the entrance. She’d get wet soon enough, but he wasn’t patient enough to play with her clit to get her to orgasm.
Georgia flinched and cried, mumbling incoherently behind the tape as Eric stepped forward and pressed the tip of his dick to her tight little hole. He held her pussy lips to the sides with his fingers and started to push into her, feeding his cock in inch by inch as her cries grew more desperate and sharp. He didn’t stop until he’d buried himself to the hilt, and then he stood still to bask in the feeling of her virgin cunt wrapped around his full length. She squeezed harder on him and he grunted at the pleasure, glancing back toward David to see that he was pinching one of her nipples while sucking hungrily on the other.
Eric pulled his hips back slowly, drawing his cock out until just the tip was still inside Georgia, then thrust forward roughly. She took him so well. She was made to take his cock. He repeated this a few times, then switched so he was pulling out quickly and pushing into her slowly. He wanted her to feel every bit of him as he filled her cunt. He wanted her to know the feeling of every way that he could fuck her.
She screamed suddenly, her voice unobstructed, and he looked up again at the sound of both her shriek and of ripping tape.
David had yanked it off her face and was getting his own pants off and she started to beg again through sobs. “Stop! Stop it! Please! Please!! Just let me go!”
Eric simply kept bucking his hips, and David forced his own cock into her mouth while she was talking, pitching his hips forward quickly and making her gag and buck against her restraints.
“Bite me and I’ll yank all your teeth out,” he warned.
He grabbed her tits in his hands again and started to thrust quickly, forcing muffled choking sounds out of Georgia when he jammed his cock down her throat.
Eric turned his attention back to her cunt so he could watch as he fucked her. He pressed his thumb over her clit and rubbed in time with his thrusts, fucking her faster and faster as his breathing grew more ragged. He was going to cum soon, and he couldn’t wait to see his seed dripping out of her fucked out cunt.
She coughed and gagged, gasping for air when David paused in his assault of her mouth, but Eric almost didn’t hear any of it as he thrust in so their bodies were flush and pumped his cum into her.
The pleasure of it made him flinch in time with his pulsing cock and he gripped her legs tightly as he came down from the heady rush of ecstasy. He kept his dick inside her even after he’d finished and made little thrusting motions with his hips to force as much of his cum as deeply into her as it could get.
“You finally done?” David grunted.
Eric pulled out and stepped back, pulling his pants up so they could switch spots. “Go for it,” he said with a wave of his hand.
His eyes lingered on his thick white cum slowly leaking from her pussy down her asshole for a moment, then he came around the table and grabbed her chin while forcing his softening cock into her mouth. “Lick it clean, slut,” he ordered. A grin pulled at his mouth. “Can you taste us? Can you taste my cum and your own pussy? I filled you up, whore. I filled your little cunt. And when Dave’s done, you’ll get to taste how we both filled your cunt.”
She cried around his dick as he forced her to be his cockwarmer while David fucked her hard enough that his balls slapped against her ass. It wasn’t long before he finished too and he gestured at the tape.
“Tear me off a little piece of that. I want as much of our cum to stay in this cunt until we’re ready to fuck her again,” he said.
Eric passed him over the roll and David cut a piece off and quickly taped over her pussy after pulling out. He then came around the table and Eric moved out of his way so he could push his cock in her mouth one more time while Eric prepared another strip of tape to gag her again.
He grabbed her white panties and rubbed his dick clean with them, offered them for David to do the same, then took them and stuffed them into her mouth before taping them in place.
The two of them then straightened up and walked up the stairs out of the cellar.
“Want a beer before you head out?” Eric asked.
“Yeah, sure. Hey, I’ve got shifts at work this weekend and will need to blow off some steam when I’m done. Can I come and use our stress reliever?” David said, hooking his thumb down the stairs right before he swung the door shut.
“She’s as much yours as she is mine,” Eric said with a shrug. He flicked off the switch to the light in the basement and went to grab two beers from the fridge. He’d change Georgia’s position later and give her something to eat and drink, but for now she was fine as she was.