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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.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

“Great practice everyone. Let’s get the field cleaned up and pack out,” Michael Camas, better known as Coach Mike, called to the group of middle schoolers on the Sunnyside Timberwolves baseball team.

The group of boys whooped, laughed, and roughhoused as they grabbed their bats, loose balls, and mitts. Mike walked the bases to collect them. Saturday practices were always his favorite, since they got to hold them midmorning and the kids’ parents were usually quick to pick them up or stayed and watched through practice. He could sense the impatience the parents were exuding and rushed the kids to pile up all the supplies they pulled out of the school’s supply closet.

“Have we got everything here?” he asked. Despite the numerous nodding heads from the eleven, twelve, and thirteen year olds, he made sure to glance around the field and dugout. He didn't want anyone to have any reason to show back up, and was well practiced in catching things that would cause this. “Go grab your water bottle, Daniel. Jacob, you left your bag on the bench. Andy–”

“I got it, Coach Mike!” the kid chirped and rushed to get his tennis shoes.

Mike looked around again before nodding in satisfaction and sending the kids to their awaiting parents. “Have a good weekend, boys. See you next practice. Don’t forget we’re on the back field for a couple days before the Thursday game.”

The lot of them scampered off to the cars in the parking lot, and Mike stooped to pick up the ball bag. His thirteen year old nephew, Alexander Camas, heaved another bag over his shoulder and grinned at him.

“Thanks, Alex,” Mike said with a smile, patting the boy’s shoulder before sending him off to the storage closet to put things away.

Mike glanced at the cars pulling out of the parking lot. There was only one left, his own, and the last of the stragglers was waiting to turn out onto the main road. He grabbed the last of their supplies and hurried after his nephew right as they turned and disappeared down the road. He kicked the propped open door shut so no one would sneak into the school where they shouldn’t be while his back was turned. He then crossed the gym and stepped into the supply closet where all the school's sports’ supplies were.

Alex was inside the large, dim room, hanging up the spare bats in their spots.

“Good job today, Alex,” Mike said.

His nephew gave him a bright grin at the praise. “Thanks, Uncle Mike.”

Mike watched out of the corner of his eye as he put the bases in their cubby hole and hung the ball bag on the rack. His nephew sat down on a stack of gym mats and unlaced his cleats, then tucked them up in their own cubby before pulling down his normal shoes. He was a good kid; obedient, smart, and very sweet. It was a shame that his parents were so absent. Mike’s own brother, Jonathan, was too busy with the nurses-turned-mistresses he worked with to notice his son or pay him any mind. His sister-in-law, Alice, was constantly working, but that was to be expected in such a busy city. It was a lot of pressure on the boy with a surgeon for a father and top real estate agent for a mother, and with their work taking all their time, Alex often ended up spending most evenings and weekends with Mike. It was a good break for him, and also made it easier for Mike to play with him. Mike had been the one to urge him to join the school baseball team, and it had been met with relief by both his brother and sister-in-law, since he could keep an eye on their boy while not having to worry.

Mike smiled when he thought about how ignorant they were to everything their perfect, straight A student son was up to

after

practice ended.

“You’re a good kid,” Mike said. He peeked his head out of the closet before shutting the door and turning toward Alex.

His nephew looked up at him shyly, then dipped his head down and played with the laces on his shoes. “Thanks.”

“I love you, Alex.”

“I love you too, Uncle Mike.”

He caught Alex’s chin in his hand and tipped his head back, bending as he did so he could press his lips to his nephew’s. Alex squirmed a little before leaning in and kissing him back. The boy was still very shy and a bit awkward about the affection that Mike showed him, but he’d warmed up a lot over the last six or so months.

So much so that he didn’t protest or question what Mike was doing when he started to unbutton the front of the boy’s jersey, then gathered the material into his hands and tugged it off his nephew’s slim frame. Mike crawled his fingers over Alex’s skin and traced over his little nipples. He wondered if Alex was ready yet for everything he wanted to do to him, and gently caught his cheek in his hand while working his thumb into the boy’s mouth while still kissing him. Alex seemed a little confused, but didn’t pull away even when Mike pinned his tongue to the bottom of his mouth.

Mike slid his other hand down Alex’s stomach to his pants, where he deftly undid the belt and button to loosen the material. He inched his hand into his nephew’s pants and underwear and stroked his fingers over the boy’s cock. Alex was only starting to go through puberty and was starting to grow into himself, but he was still small, manageable, and moldable. He whimpered around Mike’s thumb and wiggled his hips alluringly, rubbing his half-hard cock into Mike’s palm.

He was ready.

Months of patience and slowly pushing the boundaries of what he could get away with were finally going to pay off.

“Lay down on your stomach, Alex,” he ordered.

His nephew’s green eyes squinted with confusion, but the boy did as he was told and laid down on the stack of gym mats. He squirmed when Mike tugged on the hem of his pants, pulling them down so they were around his knees.

Mike could feel his cock twitch with excitement as he gazed at the perfect little round ass presented to him and squeezed both cheeks in his hands.

Alexander squealed, “What are you doing?”

“You’re such a good boy, Alex. You always do such a good job and I want to show you how much I love you,” Mike said.

He slapped his flat palm on Alexander’s right ass cheek, making the boy squeal again and flinch bodily. Mike clicked his tongue. “You have to be quiet, Alexander, or I might have to hurt you. You don’t want me to hurt you, do you?”

“No,” Alex whispered.

Sucking on two of his fingers, Mike rubbed his other hand over Alex’s ass, squeezing his cheeks and trailing his fingers between the crack to his little balls. When his fingers were sufficiently wet, he patted his nephew’s hip and said, “Get on your knees and bend down so your face is on the mat.”

Alex hesitated, but eventually did as he was told and Mike brought his wet fingers to the boy’s untouched asshole. He’d been waiting for this for a long time, and he licked his lips as he started to push both fingers in up to the second knuckle.

“Ow! Ow! It hurts!” Alex whimpered.

Mike spanked him with his free hand, causing Alex to pull away sharply and his fingers were withdrawn. A wave of fury rose in Mike’s chest and he grabbed his nephew by the shoulder, pinning him to the floor and bringing his hand down on his ass repeatedly with such force that the slapping sound and Alex’s yelps and cries resounded in the small room.

He didn’t stop until both cheeks were a deep red color, and then he pushed Alexander against the mat with one hand in the middle of his back. “I told you to be good. If you can’t be good, then I’ll have to spank you again. Shut up and stay still.”

Alex sniffled and whimpered behind his hands, but he didn’t move when Mike pulled his weight off and reinserted his fingers as deep as he could into his nephew’s asshole. He slid them in and out, watching as the skin stretched with desire once again building in his groin. Mike pushed in a third finger, eliciting a muffled whimper but nothing else. He got another whimper when he started to scissor his fingers apart to loosen his nephew’s asshole so he could take his cock.

“Stay just like this,” he ordered as he withdrew his hand and started to undo the front of his pants.

He shifted on his knees so his nephew’s head was between his legs and slipped his hand under Alex’s jaw. “Open your mouth,” Mike murmured.

Alex looked up at him tearfully, his face blotchy from crying and he started to speak, but Mike gave him a sharp look. “I told you to do something.”

The boy opened his mouth and gasped when Mike started to slide his cock into it. He squirmed again and gagged when the head hit the back of his throat, but Mike held his jaw to keep him still.

“Get it wet, Alex. Lick all over it. Give it a good suck,” he said.

His nephew did as he was told, licking and sucking in an uncoordinated and unpracticed manner, and Mike let him go for a while, watching as he slowly got as much of the shaft wet as he could. Arousal pulsed through him as he watched how his nephew had to strain his jaw to get his mouth open enough to fit Mike’s cock inside it, and even then he struggled to suck properly. He spent several minutes just watching Alex trying to suck him off before he decided there was enough spit to make insertion easy. Mike pulled back and scooted on his knees again so he was behind Alex.

“Stay nice and still for me,” Mike whispered. He lowered himself over his nephew, slid an arm around his middle to keep him from being able to crawl away, and braced his legs on the outsides of Alex’s. With his free hand, he took hold of his cock and lined it up to his nephew’s asshole. Pressing his lips to Alexander’s ear, he whispered, “Relax for Uncle Mike.”

Alex gasped and yelped softly as Mike started to push into his tight little virgin asshole. Mike worked himself in further bit by bit, occasionally giving his nephew a small reprieve by pulling out to the tip before sliding in again until he eventually was able to thrust his entire length into Alex.

He slid his other arm around his nephew and held him as he shuddered and shivered, simply staying still and revelling in the tightness crushing down on his cock. He grinned to himself when Alex’s shivering and sharp gasps started to fade, but he still didn’t move and used his body to hold the boy in place. This would be more comfortable later when they got back to the house and he could hold Alex in his arms all night long with his cock stuffed up the boy’s ass, but they didn’t have that sort of time right now.

“Keep quiet,” Mike warned, then pulled his hips back so he just had the tip inserted, then thrust forward sharply.

Alex gasped sharply. He made small, muffled noises around his hands as Mike started to fuck him, flinching and bucking when Mike pushed in to the full length.

“I love you, Alex. I love you so much,” Mike murmured.

He trailed a hand down to Alex’s small cock and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. It had softened, but quickly grew hard again, and Alex whimpered and begged softly.

“Does it feel good?” Mike whispered.

“Y-yes!”

“Do you want me to make you feel really good, Alex?”

“Please– yes, please!”

Mike buried his face in the crook of Alex’s shoulder and neck and pumped his nephew’s little dick as he fucked him faster. He didn’t care now that Alex cried out with each rough jolt into him; there was no one in the school anyway.

“Ah! Uncle Mike! U-Uncle Mike!!”

Alex came with a violent shudder and shout, his cum spurting onto the mat underneath them. Mike continued to quickly rub his dick as he chased his own orgasm, forcing squeaky yelps out of his nephew at the continued stimulation.

Mike grunted as he thrust his cock as deeply into Alex as he could and came, filling his nephew’s asshole with his cum and claiming his body as his. He continued to thrust in small jerking motions for a moment before stilling and holding Alex to himself as he panted to catch his breath.

He could feel every little move his nephew made through his cock and he grinned to himself as he thought of how often they would be able to do this going forward.

Alex turned his head and looked at him through the corner of his eye as Mike kissed his cheek. “Can we go back to your place now? I’m tired and it’s cold in here…”

Mike kissed along his jaw, loathe to pull out of his nephew’s perfect ass, but eventually pushed himself up and watched as he slid his cock out slowly. It was mouthwater to see how much he stretched the boy’s asshole to accommodate his girth.

The boy let out a little gasp when he finally withdrew the entire length and Mike put his hand on his nephew’s lower back to keep him in place. He watched his cum drip out of Alex’s asshole for a moment and make a trail down over his little balls and the inside of his thigh before he finally stood, made his way over to the tub of disinfecting wipes for the mats and gym gear, and grabbed a handful of them. He wiped himself off first, then cleaned up Alex and instructed him to get dressed again.

Alex looked up at him with startled eyes when Mike caught his chin and looked all over his face. His cheeks were flushed, but his eyes weren’t red anymore and his face wasn’t blotchy from crying, so no one would question what happened if they were to be seen coming out of the building. He smiled and led the way from the storage room and out into the gym, holding the door open for his nephew. Alex wobbled a bit on his feet, and leaned heavily against Mike’s side when he wrapped his arm around the boy’s slim shoulders. “How about we go grab some McDonald’s, then we can go watch a movie before it’s time for you to go home. Sound good?”

“Yeah!” Alex exclaimed.

Mike smiled back at the boy, eager to spend the movie with Alex planted firmly on his lap, but he curbed his enthusiasm and climbed into the pickup to drive them to get his nephew’s treat so he could then have his own afterward.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

William saw the cyclist from a ways back and rolled his eyes. Another damn cyclist in the road bound to bitch at him if he passed too close. Entitled assholes.

He scowled as he drew closer and glanced down the road in either direction. It was pretty damn late to go for a bike ride, on the highway no less. Did this person have a death wish? They at least were wearing reflective gear so he could see them in the low light, but that still didn’t erase the fact that they were well into his lane and not on the shoulder.

A moment later and he was close enough that he could see the long black ponytail hanging down over the backpack on the rider’s back and the wide, round hips of a curvy woman.

A woman rider, all alone, on a highway at night? What was she thinking?

William turned the wheel and pressed down on the gas, slamming the right front corner of the bumper into the back of the bike and sending the woman flying off the road and into the ditch. He slowed immediately and pulled off while throwing on his hazards. He would have backed up until he was right around where he’d seen her go off the road, but the boat trailer behind the truck would have made that difficult.

Grabbing his high powered flashlight, he hopped out of his truck, popped open the hatch of the canopy on the back of the truck and the tailgate, then swept the beam of light back and forth until he spotted the woman.

She was on the ground, tangled in her bike and backpack, crying and wheezing. William surveyed the damage. She had a good amount of blood on her face and all up her arms and her left leg was worse for wear. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was broken. Her bicycle was in equally rough shape; the back wheel was bent at almost a ninety degree angle and the tire completely ripped from the wheel, the frame was bent, and the handlebars were twisted all the way around.

“What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck!” the woman kept gasping as William walked closer.

“Shouldn’t’ve been on the road,” William said quietly.

He grabbed the middle bar of the bicycle and pulled it up, yanking it free of her legs and body and making her scream. William then dragged the bike back to his truck and tossed it into the bed with his camping gear.

This done, he turned back to the woman and walked over to her.

She hadn’t moved at all, but she’d at least stopped screaming, and William bent down to hook his arm around her waist. “Hold onto me,” he grunted as he lifted her off the ground. It wasn’t so easy to pick things this heavy up anymore and he lamented his younger days when he’d been fit and didn’t have the aches and pains he did now.

“You hit me,” the woman hissed between her teeth.

“You were the idiot biking alone at night. Get in the truck,” he ordered.

She didn’t have much of a choice as he brought her to the back where her bicycle was and hoisted her up onto the tailgate. He realized that one of her arms was also broken or dislocated at the shoulder by how it hung uselessly at her side and the way she cried when her body weight landed on it. With her busted up leg and arm, she wouldn’t be going anywhere.

“What are you doing?” she asked after she’d caught her breath.

Ignoring her question, William searched her pockets for a phone or pager, grabbed her backpack, then closed the tailgate and hatch to the canopy.

William felt the spattering of rain on the back of his neck as he bent to dig through the backpack. He glanced up at the dark sky, then turned back to his task and searched for a phone or pager here now. There was a flip phone in the frontmost pocket and he pulled it out to look it over. The plastic cover was cracked in several places, the screen chipped, and it wouldn’t turn on when he pressed the button. Perfect.

He stuffed it back into the bag and opened the canopy hatch to toss it in with the woman and her bicycle, then shut it again and hurried to the cab of the truck.

Only one headlight worked now and he realized that the right side had been smashed when he hit the woman. With a huff of annoyance, he pulled off the side of the road and started to drive again. It wouldn’t be long now until the turn off to the campgrounds he normally set up at, and none of the state patrolmen set up speed traps on this strip of the highway, so he wasn’t concerned when a couple cars passed from the other direction. They sped off into the darkness with no indication that they even noticed him, and William turned onto one of the many long dirt roads into the Boyd Nature Reserve.

The ruts were deep, causing the truck to bounce as William drove up along the winding road that led further into the reserve and up the hill, and he slowed so the rough track wouldn’t jostle the boat trailer loose. He glanced at the turnouts that were often used for campers wanting a weekend away from society. None of them had any tents or small camper trailers, but he kept driving. There were better spots the deeper into the reserve you went and he had a few favorites that he was trying to decide between.

It was more than an hour of driving slowly before he saw the faint glimmer of light off water and he slowed even more.

Opal Lake, if it could really even be considered a lake, sat off to the left of the road and offered a serene view, but not much in the way of fishing. It was often passed up by most campers because of this, and William clicked on his flashlight to look at the pull outs along the road. It also wasn’t

his

first choice for camping spots, and he’d never stopped here for longer than a piss break, but he saw no other cars or tents around so he figured this was as good a spot as any.

William drove around the lake, then pulled off into a longer pull off. He shut off the truck and hopped out, grabbing his flashlight and the woman’s backpack, then walked around the truck and trailer to see where the best spot to set up the tent would be.

The woman flinched and blinked rapidly when he popped the back of the truck open again and shined the light in.

“Where did you take me?” she asked softly.

He ignored her and pulled her bike out of the back, then loosened the cover on the rowboat so he could toss it under. She watched him anxiously as he then grabbed his camping gear and closed up the back of the truck.

It was raining steadily by the time he finished getting the tent set up, but the branches from the old growth pine trees gave him cover so he didn’t get completely soaked. William tossed his pack into the back of the tent, rolled open the sleeping bag and unzipped it, then returned to the truck for the woman.

She struggled weakly as he grabbed her by her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the tailgate, and cried out in pain as he wrenched on her broken leg. The pain must have been too much for her, because she didn’t struggle at all and simply cried as he hoisted her up onto his shoulder and carried her to the tent.

“Stop… stop, please… my name is Delilah O’Lear, and I’m trying to get to–”

William threw her down on her back inside the tent, knocking the wind out of her, and stooped to climb in as well. It was dark besides the somewhat stifled flashlight, but the inside was illuminated enough that he could zip the tent shut and kick off his boots.

Delilah cried and protested as he opened his pocket knife and began to cut through her clothes, and she howled in pain when he flipped her onto her stomach and wrestled her arms behind her back. It wasn’t hard to get her wrists tied together with one of her own shirt sleeves, and with how much of a squall she was making, he hardly had any trouble getting a wad of fabric stuffed into her mouth. He secured it in place with her own belt, then started to strip off his clothes.

She had a nice ass, which he palmed as he slowly stroked himself to full hardness. It had been a while since he’d fucked anyone since Amy at the corner cafe decided to give him the cold shoulder for not taking her on a valentine’s day date. He’d been pent up for months and while his hand was usually enough to get him off, it would never be the same as a cunt.

He lined up and pushed the head of his dick between her folds, then jerkily worked his cock into her.

Her sniveling even through the makeshift gag was getting to be annoying and kill his mood, so he grabbed a handful of her hair close to the scalp and shoved her face down into the sleeping bag.

“That’s it… that’s a good cunt,” he breathed as he was finally able to work himself into her.

She wasn’t shaved and it chafed a little as he forced his cock deeper, but it would do. A cunt was a cunt. William was finally able to snap his hips forward so he was fully sheathed and he let out a groan.

He lowered himself down so his body weight was fully on top of her and started to rock his hips.

The sound of the rain pattering on the tent was all he heard besides the obscene squelching as he fucked her cunt. Holding her head down into the sleeping bag was enough to muffle any sound she may have made, and it was quiet enough he would have heard any other vehicle passing on the road. It wasn’t likely because of the rain, and normally he wouldn’t be out here either, but he’d needed a break.

Too bad for Delilah that she’d been in his way and he’d been in a sour mood.

William moaned as he orgasmed and relaxed his body. He could feel Delilah struggling for breath underneath him, but didn’t move off of her. She was sufficiently pinned and gagged, and if he moved she might be able to find a way to get free. He doubted she’d get far with her leg as it was, but there was always the possibility that it wasn’t as injured as it looked.

He reached out and clicked off the flashlight and pulled the side of the sleeping bag up and over himself so he wouldn’t get cold, tucked his clothes up under his head as a pillow, and settled down to sleep on top of her. He didn’t bother to pull out, though he knew his dick would soften overnight as he slept, because he knew it would harden right back up in the morning and he wanted Delilah to feel every inch of him as he did.

Perhaps it was because of the release of tension from cumming, the soothing sound of the lake, or the steady background noise of rain, but William slept incredibly well considering he was lying on top of Delilah all night.

He woke when the birds started to sing and light filtered through the fabric of the tent and shifted so he was up on his forearms.

Delilah gasped through her nose when he raised his body off of her slightly and he glanced down at her.

She was relatively pretty despite the dried blood on her face, and he wondered what her body looked like. It had been too dark to get a real look at her even with the flashlight, and he slowly pulled out of her cunt to move out of the way to flip her onto her back.

Her cry of pain when he rolled her onto her arms was still muffled by her fabric gag, so he didn’t worry that anyone would hear her as he callously pushed her legs open. He’d been right about her leg being broken; her knee was horribly bruised, black and blue, and there was an unnatural lump just below it. With how long many hours that had passed since the break happened, William doubted that even the most skilled doctors could fix it.

He turned his attention away from her leg and to the rest of her body.

She was slim with wide hips and small breasts. Not his particular favorite, since he liked his women curvy, but a cunt was a cunt and it had been so damn long.

William pushed her legs up and realigned himself, pushing in easily now since she was wet from his cum from the night before. Delilah cried as he fucked into her and he debated what he should do with her while taking his time to reach his pleasure.

She couldn’t live after this. She knew his face, and though she didn’t know his name, she could probably point out his truck and boat trailer if given the chance. How could he dispose of her though?

He remembered they were set up next to Opal Lake and turned his head slightly as he debated whether or not the lake was deep enough to launch the boat. No one came out to fish on Opal, there was nothing in it worth the trouble.

His eyes darted around the tent. He had everything he needed here to finish the job and get rid of any evidence.

William loosened the belt around Delilah’s head and slid it down around her neck instead, then pulled it as tight as he could and held.

She convulsed underneath him as he started to rock his hips faster. He wanted to cum before she strangled.

Her cunt squeezed around him as she fought for air, and William groaned in pleasure. He bucked harder, faster, not caring about the slapping sound of their bodies coming together as he fucked her. He finally reached his release and jerked his hips forward so he was fully sheathed in her cunt.

Delilah writhed weakly as he pulled out, but he ignored it and wrapped the belt around her neck a few times until he reached the end, which he tucked into place. As she slowly suffocated, he pulled on his dirty clothes from the day before, wrapped her up in the sleeping bag, and zipped it shut.

William unzipped the tent and stepped out into the open air, shivering at the chill as the rain continued to fall. He stretched, shook himself, then walked over to the boat to pull the cover off. It took him only a minute to load her backpack into it, and then her body wrapped in the sleeping bag. It took a little longer to find several large rocks he could use to weigh down the sleeping bag with her body in it, but he found four sufficiently large rocks that had to weigh a collective 100 pounds.

He then packed up all of the rest of his camping supplies, his tent, and loaded everything into the back of the truck. A glance around the campsite proved he’d gotten everything, so he jumped into the truck and began slowly driving around Opal lake to find a good place to launch his boat and dump the evidence of what he’d done to Delilah.

In less than half an hour he’d found a spot, launched the boat, and was able to row to the middle of the lake.

William looked over the side and was both surprised and pleased to see that it was deeper than he’d originally believed. It should be plenty deep to hide what he meant to toss in.

He unzipped the sleeping bag and carefully placed two rocks at Delilah’s feet, then two at her head, zipped it back up, and cinched the top closed with the drawstring from the sleeping bag’s protective cover and tied it shut.

He struggled to get the sleeping bag out of the boat, but found that once he’d gotten her bottom half up and over the side that the rest followed and he leaned back as the water splashed up as the whole thing fell into the lake. William watched it sink to the bottom, which took only a minute, and smiled to himself when the dark fabric blended into the dark lake bed. He then tossed her backpack in, also weighed down by a large rock, and finally her busted up bicycle.

That done, he rowed back to shore, pulled the boat out of the water, and hooked it back onto his trailer.

His trip would have to be cut short since he no longer had a sleeping bag and he wasn’t interested in sleeping in either the truck cab or bed, but he did drive up to the lake he usually camped next to another couple hours away and spent the rest of the day floating on the water and drinking beers.

William was sure to change into his fresh clothes before he loaded everything back up for the day and began the return trip home.

It wasn’t the camping trip he’d planned, but it was fulfilling all the same and he felt lighter and more relaxed than he had in a while. Maybe he could try to sweet talk Amy into a date and get a regular thing going again. His own stubbornness was worth the lack of sex, and she was such a pretty little thing, he could hardly resist her.

The highway was busier when he pulled out onto it as it was nearing dusk, but not so bad that he was worried. Normal weekend commuters on their way between the big cities on either side of the nature reserve. Only the locals actually stopped and camped in the reserve itself, the cityfolk liked the manicured campgrounds and parks at the historical site.

What a waste.

He’d nearly made it back to town when he saw the flashing blue and red lights in the rearview mirror and pulled over to the side of the road with a sigh. William waited with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the shifter as the state patrol officer walked leisurely toward the truck.

The middle aged man with a close cut salt-and-pepper beard leaned on the window frame and grinned at him. “Well look at what the coyotes dragged in. What happened to your headlight, Bill?”

William shook his head and said, “Heya, Ronny. Hit a damn deer on my way to the campgrounds. Sucker jumped right out in front of the truck.”

Ronny whistled between his teeth. “That’s one way to start a camping trip! Hope you had better luck after that.”

“Forgot my tackle box at home, it rained all night and day, and I didn’t realize until I got up there that mice had chewed up my sleeping bag so I had to cut the whole trip short,” William sighed and shrugged. “Oh well, next time around.”

“Damn, man, you just had shit luck. Good thing you drive a tank at least,” Ronny said and patted the door. “You gonna make a claim to insurance?”

“Nah, they’ll probably total the damn truck. Ain’t worth the hassle. It’s just a headlight; what do you think I’ve got all those junker trucks for?” William said.

Ronny laughed at the mention of William’s father’s ‘junk yard’ as they liked to call it, which he’d then inherited, and served as the parts cars for any of the rigs William and his friends purchased as fixer uppers.

“Gotta make use of those heaps of rust somehow,” Ronny said. He then tipped his wide-brimmed brown hat and stepped back. “I’ll let you get on home. Be sure to fix that headlight. See ya ‘round, Bill. Oh, hey, you coming to the police raffle?”

“Wouldn’t miss it! See ya, Ron,” William called, waving to his long-time buddy, and watched as Ronny walked back to his cruiser before pulling back out onto the road.

Over the next two weeks, William replaced the entire headlight assembly, won a new tackle box at the police raffle, and when the local news station reported a young woman by the name of Delilah O’Lear had gone missing while on a cross-country biking trip he shook his head and sighed along with the other listeners at the cafe breakfast bar.

“The world’s getting more and more dangerous every day,” he said, and went back to sipping his coffee and trying to flirt up Amy.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Cecilia Bianchi walked into the back door of her father’s small corner market and let out a heavy sigh. She dropped her book bag against the wall and navigated around the stacked boxes of goods to the front desk, ready to start ringing up customers like she did most days after school.

Her father, Giovanni Bianchi, was a strict man, and while Cecilia would have loved nothing more than to skip working in the market and get a soda with her friends, she knew that if she did that he’d absolutely tell her that she couldn’t go to the homecoming dance, and she didn’t want to miss her first ever

real

dance.

Not to mention the homecoming dance was scheduled on the day of her fifteenth birthday. It was perfect, and Cecilia wasn’t going to do anything to jeopardize getting to spend her birthday dancing and flirting with the cute upperclassmen from school.

She quickly checked her curls and was dismayed to find that they’d gone mostly flat throughout the day, then straightened her uniform shirt and knee-length skirt before pulling on a white apron. Papa insisted that she wear the apron even though she only ever worked the counter, and she couldn’t understand why. He always muttered something about ‘prying eyes’, but what was there to see? She wore her school uniform and the Our Lady of the Saints Catholic school required that girls wear skirts between their ankles and knees with no exceptions for anything shorter, and long socks up to their knees. The uniform blouse was long-sleeved and had to be buttoned up all the way to her neck, so there really was

nothing

for anyone to look at.

Cecilia made it to the front counter and started to sit on her stool, but was surprised to see that the front door was shut and the open sign turned around. Papa never closed the shop this time of day. If he didn’t have to sleep, he’d never close the shop at all, so why were they closed

now

?

“Papa?”

There was no answer to her call, so she started walking around the shop and looking down the aisles. When she didn’t find him that way, she headed to the walk-in refrigerator and pushed the door open. “Papa?”

Cecilia came to a stop and stared in shock at the four men in dark colored suits standing in the small space, and then at her father who was tied to a chair at the far end of the room with a red handkerchief shoved into his mouth. She gasped and realized that these men must be part of the mafia and she scrambled to back out of the fridge and to get to the phone. If they were here, then nothing good was to come of it, and Cecilia had heard stories of how people disappeared when suited mafia men appeared.

There was no dial tone when she frantically picked up the earpiece, so she dropped it and ran toward the front door to shout for help.

“Where do ya think you’re going, huh?”

A hand gripped above her left elbow so hard that Cecilia shrieked in both pain and surprise and she tried to pry it off her arm. The man that had her was only a little taller than her, but he was heavyset and didn’t budge even a little when she shoved at his chest.

“Oh, don’t be like that, doll,” he said and led her back to the fridge, where he pushed her inside and blocked the way out with his body.

“Is this what ya wanted, Giovanni? This ya grand plan? Look, now ya girl’s been dragged inta our business,” the man closest to Papa, who was wearing a gray hat with a pointed brim at the front, said while gesturing at Cecilia. “Now we’ve been patient and gave ya an extra chance, but ya’ve pushed us too far. I’m sorry, Giovanni, I am, but we gots ta get what we’s owed.”

“Hurry it up, Tony,” the man behind Cecilia said and the man that had been talking raised his hand.

“Cool it, Nico, we’re almost done here,” Tony said and Cecilia almost expected Nico to protest, but he didn’t say anything.

Tony was clearly the boss here, whether that meant he was the

boss

or not, she couldn’t even begin to guess, and she was too scared to ask or say anything.

“We gave ya an option ta pay back the money, but now we’re gonna handle this little debt for ya,” Tony said, then looked at the other two men in the cooler with them who hadn’t said a word. “Vince, take care o’ this loose end. Dante, call the truck ta clear this place out. Nico, you and me are gonna take the little lady uptown. Both o’ you meet up with us when ya done.”

Nico gripped Cecilia’s arm and turned her bodily, forcing her to walk out of the fridge and toward the front of the shop while her father’s muffled shouts echoed around the cooler. Cecilia could barely hear him when the door shut behind them and she gasped at a stifled

pah pah

.

“Wh-what was that?” she asked, looking up at Tony, who had fallen in-step on her other side and took a hold of her free arm.

“Just taking care o’ business. Ya Papa didn’t do ya no favors by trying to pull a fast one on us, and now ya stuck with what he left ya. Nothing against ya, doll. We just takes what’s owed us. Your father didn’t pay what he promised us and debt don’t die, so ya gonna pay it back for him,” he said with a shrug and a ‘this is just how life works’ tone to his voice.

Cecilia was hurried out onto the street and to a big black Lincoln parked on the street right outside. A fifth man sat in the driver’s seat with an unlit cigarette hanging off his lip, and he looked over at them as Tony opened the back door and slid in. Cecilia was pushed in next, and finally Nico climbed in so she was trapped on either side by the two men.

“Who’s the broad?” the driver jerked his head toward Charlotte.

“Part o’ Giovanni’s payment. Take us uptown,” Tony instructed. Cecilia shuddered.

Nico leaned forward and flicked the cigarette out of the man’s mouth. “Hurry it up too. And ya better not have been smoking in here, Matty.”

“I weren’t smoking!” Matty protested. He turned so he was facing forward and turned the car on, then pulled out and drove down the street.

Cecilia stared out the front window, terrified of looking to either side of her. She gasped and squeaked in surprise when Nico slid his hand from her knee to her middle thigh, pushing her skirt up as he did. She wanted desperately to push his hand away, but he’d shown his aggressive streak a few times now and she didn’t want him to turn it on her. While Tony seemed more reasonable than Nico, he was also the boss of these men and had ordered everything that had happened, so convincing him to change his mind and let her go seemed an impossible task. Even so, Cecilia looked up at him. “E-excuse me, s-sir. Please… I just w-want to go home,” she whispered.

Tony glanced over at her and smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Ya are going home, doll.”

She was startled both by the answer and the implication that these men knew where her family lived. “You are?”

“Sure we are,” Nico said. He squeezed her leg, making her shiver. “Now shut ya mouth.”

Cecilia snapped her mouth shut, trying to lean away from him while also not touching Tony, but this too was impossible. In only a few turns of the car, she realized that they were going the wrong direction and she looked up at Tony again, but he said nothing. Her stomach churned like she might be sick.

Eventually, Matty drove down a narrow alley between two rows of very large, red and brown brick buildings. He brought the car to a stop and parked in the middle of the alley, then the men opened their doors and climbed out of the car.

Nico grabbed Cecilia’s arm and pulled her out after him, and they all filed into one of the big brick buildings. He dragged her into the room immediately to the right of the door they’d entered and all of them stood just inside the doorway. An older woman with gray streaked hair piled up on top of her head peered over the top of her glasses from the crossword puzzle she’d been filling out at the desk across the room and eyed Cecilia.

“Want her set up same as the rest?”

“Yep. Gotta break her in first, so just get her room ready,” Tony said.

“Mhm,” the woman waved her hand. “Need details before ya go.”

Nico started to grumble, but Tony interjected, “Ya and Matty go get our table set up. We’ll be down by the time ya finish.”

He didn’t look happy, but Nico did what Tony said and he and Matty walked out of the room. Tony then grabbed Cecilia’s shoulder and pushed her toward the desk. The woman pulled out a yellow notepad from the top drawer and licked the end of her pen.

“Name.”

Cecilia didn’t realize that she was talking to her until she looked up over her glasses again and snapped, “Name.”

“Cecilia Bianchi–”

“Just the first name matters,” the woman said. She noted Cecilia’s name and moved her pen down a line. “Red hair, blue eyes, how tall are ya?”

“I… um, about five feet…” Cecilia said.

The woman wrote that down and eyed her again. “Twelve?”

“I’ll be fifteen in two weeks,” Cecilia said with a bit of a snap that she immediately regretted.

It didn’t seem to be noticed, and the woman continued to write down information, including a dollar amount of $2.50. She then leaned on her arms and started to talk in a bored drawl, “From here on out, ya will live here in the Layaway House. Monthly rent is $200, food is $100, and all utilities $100. Ya hourly rate’s $2.50. The debt ya owe is…” she looked over at Tony, as did Cecilia, who felt incredibly confused and overwhelmed.

“Thirty-five grand.”

Thirty-five grand? As in

$35,000

? How could she possibly owe so much? She couldn’t even imagine that much money; the most she every handled in a day was $200 at the store, and it was when her papa had been running a sale.

“Since ya owe money, all wages ya earn past what ya owe to the Layaway House will be garnished until it’s been paid off,” the woman finished and put the pad of paper away.

“What? What’s happening? What do you mean? I don’t understand,” Cecilia said.

Tony caught her by the left elbow and turned her around while the woman just went back to working on her crossword puzzle.

“What’s going on?” Cecilia asked Tony now, looking up into his face as he made her walk quickly down the short hall.

“Ya live and work here now until ya debt’s paid off. Ain’t nothing against ya, sweetheart, it’s just business. If ya popular, then ya can work it off by the time ya thirty.”

He directed her to a narrow set of stairs down into a basement room where Nico and Matty were sitting at a table with cigarettes in their mouths and glasses of alcohol poured for themselves. Nico jutted out his chin. “Said ya’d be done by the time we finished.”

“The broad asked questions,” Tony said with a shrug. He marched Cecilia over to the wall next to a bunch of exposed pipes and started to reach for a set of handcuffs that were hanging off a hook in the wall.

“Wait up!” Nico said and stood up to hurry over. “Ain’t every day we get a little one like this. Gotta get her ready before we start our game.”

Tony scoffed, but he pushed Cecilia toward Nico and waved his hand. “Don’t understand why ya like to dress ‘em up,” he muttered as he walked to join Matty at the table and pour himself a glass of amber alcohol.

“Take ya clothes off, doll,” Nico said.

Cecilia froze. She stared at him, eyes wide, and terrified. What?

His mouth turned down and his expression darkened. “Do it or I’ll do it for ya.”

“No… please… what’s going on,” Cecilia whispered.

Nico took a step toward her and she stumbled backward. “I’ll do it! I’ll do it!”

“Get on with it then!”

Hands shaking and mouth dry with fear, Cecilia reached for the buttons of her blouse to undo them. She started to turn around, but Nico waggled his finger. “Show us that body, doll.”

Cecilia fought tears as she pulled her shirt off and let it fall to the ground. She still had an undershirt on, but she already felt so naked in front of these three men. Instead of going for her undershirt, she worked her shoes off and then her long socks. Once done with these, she hesitated.

“Hurry it up,” Nico growled.

Biting her lip as an added attempt to not cry, Cecilia lifted her undershirt and pulled it over her head. She snapped her arms across her bare chest.

Nico didn’t say anything and she peeked over at him. She was startled to see he’d turned away and was holding up an oversized black leather jacket toward her. He waved it a bit and said, “Put it on.”

Cecilia didn’t question him and grabbed it, then swiftly pulled it on and tugged the lapels tight around herself so none of her bare skin was showing. He then motioned at her skirt. “Leave the skirt, but take ya panties off.”

She froze again, startled and panicked, but one motion from him had her quickly doing what he’d said. Her legs felt cold now that her bottom half was almost completely unclothed. Nico stood there for a moment, eyeing her up and down with a small smirk on his face, and he nodded. “That works.”

Tony stood up from the table and walked over. He grabbed Cecilia by the arm and turned her around so she was facing the wall, then snapped one side of the handcuffs onto her right wrist. He pulled the cuffs around one of the exposed pipes, locked her other wrist into the other side, and walked back toward the table.

“Ya satisfied now?” he said to Nico, who followed him.

Cecilia twisted as much as she could so she could keep an eye on the three of them and startled when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Vince and Dante walked into the room with them and both of them looked over at her. Dante let out a snort. “Ya let him dress her up? Don’t ya get tired of this, Nico? It’s the same shit every time.”

“Shut up and siddown already,” Nico snapped back and the two of them sidled over to the table.

“Ya knows the rules. Winner goes first, dropouts go in order they lost,” Tony said. He picked up the deck of cards in the middle of the table, shuffled it, then passed it to Vince, who also shuffled it. Dante dealt out hands to everyone, and then the three of them fell silent as they looked at their cards and puffed their cigarettes.

Cecilia watched anxiously, still confused by what was going on, but a heavy pit forming in her stomach. Winner goes first? A debt she had to pay off? What had her Papa done that she now had to pay for?

The five of them played their card game and filled the room with cigarette smoke that made Cecilia’s throat burn, speaking minimally and only to call out their hands, until finally Dante let out a sigh and set his cards down. The other four continued to play.

Matty put his cards down next, then Tony, and the three of them moved their chairs away from the table and chatted quietly as Vince and Nico kept playing.

“Straight,” Vince said as he laid his cards on the table.

“Queens full o’ tens!” Nico said triumphantly and slapped his own down. Vince looked them over and nodded, then leaned back in his chair.

“Seems ya won this one. Don’t break her now, the rest of us want a good time too,” Vince grinned and he cut his eyes toward Cecilia.

She flinched at the statement and his gaze and shrank away from Nico as much as the handcuffs would allow as he walked toward her. He shirked off his jacket and hung it and his hat on a hook on the wall, then grabbed Cecilia by the arm and pulled her toward him. She squealed when he pressed his mouth against her ear and slid his hands down her thighs while grinding his hips against her behind.

He was so big and so heavy that he pushed her until she pressed against the wall just by stepping closer, and Cecilia squeaked in pain as she was squished between him and the cold, hard pipe. It didn’t dissuade him from what he was doing. Instead, Nico gripped her skirt in his hands and started to bunch the fabric upward, exposing more and more of her legs.

Cecilia squirmed under his hands and strained against the cuffs holding her own hostage. She couldn’t get free to pull the jacket closed again across her chest, and Nico just kept touching her and pushing her harder into the pipe.

He pushed his foot in between hers and forced her left leg to move as he swiftly shoved his knee between them.

“Been waiting for this since I laid eyes on ya,” he whispered against her ear before biting her earlobe.

Cecilia squealed, but he only chuckled. “Keep up those sounds, doll. I like ‘em noisy.”

She shuddered as he pulled her skirt up all the way over her behind and she could now feel the cool fabric of his pants on the backs of her legs. Fear and confusion throttled her. What was he doing? What did he mean?

Nico shifted a bit behind her and she heard a zipping sound before she felt his pants being moved. The next thing she knew, his warm skin was pressed to hers and something hard pushed between her butt cheeks.

“What–”

Her question was cut off with a sharp gasp as Nico slid his hand forward around her hip and down between her legs, where he started to push his fingers deeper. Cecilia yelped at a touch that sent a jolt through her entire body, but he didn’t stop there and continued to slide his fingers around until he started to stick his finger inside her.

His skin was rough, his nails were sharp, and both scraped her as he pushed in deeper. He slid his other arm up and around her middle, easing his hand underneath the jacket he’d told her to wear and grabbing her chest roughly. Cecilia tried again to squirm away from him, but she was trapped between him and the wall with his arm around her, his leg between hers, and his hand holding her most vulnerable area tightly as he slid his finger in and out.

“That’s it, get wet for me, baby,” Nico groaned into her ear.

Cecilia turned her head away from him as much as she could. She didn’t understand what was happening, didn’t know why he was touching her like this, and it was all so much that she started to cry.

“Ain’t even done nothing yet,” Nico grumbled.

His hand retreated and he pulled his hips back, but he kept one arm wrapped around her middle and his hand on her chest. She felt the hard thing between them slide down her behind before it poked her inner thigh, and then Nico pushed her leg aside even more as he ordered, “Spread ya legs.”

She froze up again, so overwhelmed and scared that she didn’t know what to do even though she knew it would make him mad.

Sure enough, he jammed his knee hard against her leg and forced it further over. “I told ya–”

Cecilia didn’t hear anything else he said. He’d pushed the hard thing up around her lady bits and started to shove it into her and it hurt as he forced it inside her. It was big,

so

big, and she shrieked as he pushed it deeper into her. She felt like she was getting ripped open, but he just kept pushing more of it into her until his legs were pressed fully against hers.

Nico panted next to her ear in between kissing her neck and the side of her head and Cecilia fought for air in between shaking sobs.

He wrapped both his arms around her waist, pressing the cool leather coat against her skin, and then started to pull the hard thing out of her. She started to cry with relief that the pain would stop, but then he shoved it back into her roughly and she screamed.

Her legs shook with the strain and agony as he slapped his legs against hers repeatedly and the hard thing slammed into her over and over. She could hardly breathe as he drove whatever it was into her relentlessly.

Nico suddenly let out a strangled sounding groan and he stopped moving with the hard thing shoved deep into her and Cecilia gasped and sobbed. She could feel the hard thing twitching inside her and she flinched as the tiny motion sent jolts of pain shooting through her body.

Cecilia staggered and fell to her knees on the floor when he abruptly released her and stepped away.

She cried and curled over as much as she could, but her cuffed wrists were hooked on a pipe that didn’t reach all the way to the floor, so she sort of hung there while half slumped on the wall. Something wet dripped down her inner thighs.

“I told ya not ta break her,” Vince snapped from above her.

“I didn’t break her,” Nico groused back. “She’s still got her ass and mouth if ya so worried ‘bout her cunt.”

Vince didn’t say anything else and a moment later, Cecilia was grabbed by her arm and yanked back onto her feet.

He pushed her against the wall too and pinned her in place with his body, his hand fumbling with the side zipper on her skirt until he’d gotten it down and pulled her skirt off. Cecilia cried harder as she was exposed to the room, and then when he squeezed behind her right knee and raised her leg up.

“No! No, please!!” Cecilia begged frantically as she felt him pushing his own hard thing against her nether lips, but Vince ignored her and pushed it inside her.

Cecilia sobbed and screamed as he quickly shoved into her and then pulled out again, making the same motions as Nico had. He didn’t kiss her ear or neck like he had, and instead crawled his free hand across her chest and pinched her nipples until she squealed and bucked at the painful squeeze.

She cried and whimpered until he too came to a stop with his body pressed tightly against her own and his hard thing pulsing inside her. More liquid dripped down her legs even before he pulled away and Cecilia felt it trailing all the way to her ankles.

She didn’t immediately fall when he let her go, though her legs were so weak that she continued to lean on the wall so she wouldn’t. A pair of hands grabbed her hips and pulled, startling her so badly that she screamed, and she was forced to bend over in half because of how far he made her walk away from the wall.

“Don’t ya fall now,” she recognized Tony saying, and then he started to feed his own hard thing into her.

Cecilia stood on her tiptoes, her knees knocking together and legs shaking as he eased more and more into her. Unlike Nico and Vince, he went slowly, moving inch by inch, yet it still hurt as much, if not more, than the two before him. Whatever he was pushing into her was bigger than either of theirs, and even with how tediously he inserted it, it was agony. The more he pushed in, the harder Cecilia squirmed and cried.

Once it was all the way in and his legs were flush to hers, he stood still with his hands squeezing her hips so hard it hurt.

While he’d been relatively gentle with her before, he left all pretenses of care behind and started to move just as quickly as they had, but this time felt like Cecilia was on fire from the inside because of how big his hard thing was. Her throat was so raw from screaming and crying that no sound came out of her when Tony slammed his hard thing in repeatedly. Her stomach churned and heaved, but nothing came out. Tears and snot streaked down her face. It was an overwhelming relief when he stilled and his hard thing twitched and pulsed inside her, but then he rocked for a little longer and forced weak, pained grunts out of her.

Cecilia collapsed to the floor the moment he released her and lay there in the puddle of cold liquid that had been making trails down her legs while her arms were strained uncomfortably up to where her wrists were locked in place. The way she was laying made it so she could see Tony as he stood over her, and she could see that the hard thing was a part of his body, which he was tucking back into his underwear and pants.

“I know this hurts now, but ya learn to like it. We’re nicer’n lotta men’ll be ta ya,” Tony said as he zipped his trousers back up. “Be grateful none o’ us are into anything real different, and Nico just wanted to dress ya up. Ya could’a been pissed on if it weren’t us.”

He walked back to the table to continue smoking and drinking, and Matty now walked over toward her.

Cecilia shook her head to try to dissuade him, but he grabbed her and picked her up off the floor, pushing her toward the wall while coaxing her arms up over her head as he fed the chain between the handcuffs up along the pipe. It turned sharply and continued along the ceiling, and he picked Cecilia up with an arm around her waist while bringing the cuffs up so they were up around this higher section. He then let her go so she dangled there and Cecilia screamed soundlessly as the metal dug into her wrists and sent pain all the way down to her shoulders. Her toes barely touched the floor, so all of her weight was on her wrists, and the metal pressed hard into her skin and was making her fingers go numb.

Matty stepped back and unzipped his pants, pulled out his hard thing, and rubbed his palm along it with his fingers curled around it.

The end of it had loose skin that pulled back to reveal a bulbous red end underneath every time he brought his hand down to the base right near his groin. As he rubbed it, it got longer and stood up almost perpendicular to his body, and after a while, he stepped closer to her and let go of it. Matty then hooked his arms under Cecilia’s knees and lifted her up while spreading her legs and bringing them around his body.

She started to shake her head again, knowing that he meant to push that part of his body into her just like Nico, Vince, and Tony had, but he didn’t see and instead had his head tilted down to watch as he lined his hard thing up with her nether parts.

He let go of one of her legs and reached up to grab a handful of her hair, then forced her head down too. “Watch as ya fill ya cunt up.”

It didn’t hurt as badly this time, though it was still painful, and Cecilia found herself fighting his hand and to get away from him as he pushed into her, but there was no escaping.

She could see as his hard thing sank further into her, each inch disappearing and pain blooming in her lower abdomen as he pushed in further and further, until finally their bodies were flush. Matty then released her hair and gripped her thighs, rocking his hips away and then into her at a fast pace.

Cecilia sobbed. Her arms were on fire, her hands completely numb, her wrists felt as if they were getting sliced into, and Matty’s swinging her back and forth into his body only made it worse.

“That’s it… take my cock…” he panted.

He pulled her against him after an excruciatingly long time and his hard thing– his ‘cock’ pulsed inside her. Matty grunted and pulled his cock out of her while it was still pulsing and white liquid shot out of the end and landed on her skin. It was hot, but cooled quickly and dripped thickly.

Matty dropped her legs back to the floor, making her arms wrench and her wrists burn even more.

Dante was the last man to walk over to her and he mercifully picked her up off her feet and eased the overwhelming tension on her wrists, then walked her over to where she could pull the cuff’s chain off the top of the pipe and she was no longer hanging by it. He did make her keep her arms up over her head and twisted her around as much as the cuffs would allow while pressing her against the wall as he also wrapped her legs around his waist and plunged his cock into her.

Cecilia prayed for the twitching and throbbing from his cock that meant he was done, and she tucked her head against the wall and cried as he just kept rocking into her roughly.

She let out a relieved gasp when the pulsing finally came and the white liquid dripped down her leg when he set her back on her feet. Exhausted by all of their rough attention, Cecilia knelt on the floor and hung on her wrists even though they were in utter agony. Her fingers were starting to get feeling back and a sharp tingling was just underneath her skin that she couldn’t seem to make go away by flexing her fingers, which she hardly had the strength to do.

They five men chatted and chuckled amongst themselves, shuffling things around as they did so. Cecilia heard the scrape of chairs on the floor, the tap of cards on the table, the clink of glass, but she didn’t look up from where she’d tucked her head against the wall. She only prayed that it was all over.

She stiffened and tried to scoot closer to the wall to escape as footsteps drew near, but someone still grabbed her arm and pulled her up onto her feet.

“Head up, doll, it ain’t so bad,” Tony said. He unlocked her wrists, hung the handcuffs back onto their hook, and motioned at her clothes on the floor. “Get dressed. Just ya skirt and shirt. Don’t need the rest o’ it no more.”

Cecilia slipped off the leather coat and let it fall to the floor, which Nico groused about as he stooped to pick it up, but she didn’t care anymore. It seemed so silly to her that she’d been so scared of him hurting her or killing her earlier; she wished he’d killed her instead of doing what he had.

She managed to get her tingly, half numb fingers to pull up the zipper on her skirt and close a few of the buttons on her shirt, but she didn’t have the strength to do them all and she gave up as soon as she was mostly covered.

Tony stooped to pick up her undershirt and he offered it to her. “Wipe ya face clean.”

With that done, he grabbed her by the left arm and wheeled her around, practically carrying her up the stairs to the main floor and back to the woman’s office, where she was now smoking and puffing a cigarette.

She looked up and eyed Cecilia, then Tony. “Ya finally done?”

“Yeah. She’s ya problem now. Advertise her as ya want,” he said and pushed Cecilia toward the desk. She was barely able to catch herself on the edge and she sagged tiredly onto it.

The woman sighed, took one final long drag on her cigarette which she then squashed into a full ashtray, and stood up to come around the desk. She caught Cecilia’s arm now, and led her from the office and back towards the back where Tony and the other four mafia men had taken her to the basement. Panic induced bile rose in the back of Cecilia’s throat as the remaining men that had put their cocks in her came up from the basement and walked past, but they paid neither of them any mind as they headed toward the door to leave.

She turned to watch them warily and noticed that in the time they’d been there, it had gotten dark outside and the alley was only barely lit by a dull yellow light. The door swung shut, cutting off her view of the world beyond this awful building, and the woman squeezed Cecilia’s elbow as she marched her to a set of stairs leading up to the next floor.

There was a locked metal gate at the top that reminded her of the accordion gates Papa had installed on the insides of the shop’s windows, and the woman released her briefly to unlock it, but then she pushed Cecilia through and followed behind her, and finally locked it one last time.

She walked at a quick pace down the hall, with Cecilia stumbling along as quickly as she could, the woman once again holding her arm and leading her along.

Cecilia felt as if she was walking through a dream, her gaze drifting from side to side as they passed doors. There was a large room with a long simple table and two benches of matching lengths on either side of it. Another room with an open door showed a bathroom with sectioned off stalls and a freestanding clawfoot tub in the corner. One final one she saw before she was pulled away was a tiled room with two washing machines, two clothes dryers, and wire lines hanging up near the ceiling where white bed sheets were hanging to dry. They paused again briefly at what she learned was a linen and clothes closet as the woman quickly grabbed a few things out of it, but then she was marched toward the end of the hall once more.

They came to a stop in front of a plain brown door and the woman tossed it open and flicked on a switch to turn on the light. “Here’s ya room.”

Cecilia looked around the small space. There was a twin sized bed against the wall, and a single window on the far wall across from them. If she wasn’t so exhausted, she might have considered running to it to fling it open and scream for help, but then she saw that there was a metal grate on the inside of the window that had holes too small to even get her pinky fingers through. The glass itself looked dark, though she couldn’t tell if it was just because it was night outside or if the glass truly was darkened, and she wondered if anyone would even be able to see her if she were to stand in front of it.

What was this place and why was she staying here? She wanted nothing to do with any part of this building, and the woman that had brought her up here seemed as if she didn’t care about Cecilia in the slightest either.

Somewhere from the depths of her memories, she recalled that Tony had told her earlier that she would be working off her father’s debt and she looked back at the woman that had brought her to this small bedroom.

“What work will I be doing here?” she asked weakly.

“What ya did for those boys downstairs,” the woman said. She grabbed Cecilia by her shoulder and pushed her into the room, directing her to the bed and pushing her down until she sat on the edge of it. “Men’ll come in here and they’ll tell ya what they want from ya, and ya give it to ‘em. Ya mouth, ya ass, ya cunt. They get to use all of ‘em and ya let ‘em.”

She dropped the bundle of clothes on the bed next to Cecilia. “Those ya bedclothes. Ya’ll get a couple dresses in a day or two. Breakfast’s at eight. Dinner’s at five. If ya don’t come at the bell, then ya miss out on that meal. Business hours are anytime. Ya sleep when ya can. Ya clothes are ya responsibility, new ones cost ya part o’ ya wages.”

With that, she turned away and marched out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Cecilia stared after her, feeling numb and her mind hazy, slowly coming to terms with what her life had become.

She felt a sob catch in her throat, then she started to cry again and she sagged over onto the bed.

She wouldn’t be able to go to the homecoming dance or any dance in the future. She was certain her papa was dead and the mafia had taken over his store. And worstly, she would have to allow any man to put his cock in her, if that was what he wanted, all to pay off some debt she had no idea existed until this afternoon.

Heartbroken and more tired than she had ever felt before in her life, Cecilia cried herself to sleep with the light and her clothing still on.