Speaker 1: The engine gave one last cough and died. The dashboard
Speaker 1: lights flickered, then nothing. Mia smacked the steering wheel with
Speaker 1: her palm. Shit, shit, shit, shit, try it again. She
Speaker 1: turned the key, a dry click. The Georgia back road
Speaker 1: stretched out ahead of us, empty fields on both sides,
Speaker 1: evening sliding into that bruised purple gray. No cell service.
Speaker 1: We'd been walking for twenty minutes when headlights swept the
Speaker 1: curve behind us. The van was matte black, no windows
Speaker 1: in the back. It slowed next to us, and the
Speaker 1: driver's side window rolled down. He was good looking in
Speaker 1: a way that made my stomach tighten. Sharp jaw, dark
Speaker 1: hair pushed back, A white T shirt stretched across his shoulder.
Speaker 1: His smile came easy, broke down. No tow trucks out
Speaker 1: here for hours, his voice low, unhurried. I can give
Speaker 1: you a ride to the gas station on route nine,
Speaker 1: or use my phone, Mia already moving toward the passenger door. God,
Speaker 1: thank you, my phone's dead too. He unlocked the doors
Speaker 1: and we climbed in. The cab smelled like leather and sandalwood.
Speaker 1: He introduced himself as Marcus, said he was hauling some
Speaker 1: equipment for a buddy's construction job. I've actually got a
Speaker 1: charging port in the back if one of you wants
Speaker 1: to jumpstart your phone there. His eyes flicked to the
Speaker 1: rear view mirror, settling on MIA's reflection. I'll pull over
Speaker 1: in a second. There's a weird rattling back there. Maybe
Speaker 1: you can check the latch while I charge your phone.
Speaker 1: Mia nodded, yeah. Sure. I should have said something, should
Speaker 1: have felt the prickle at the back of my neck. Instead,
Speaker 1: I just sat there, thin blonde girl in the passenger seat,
Speaker 1: watching as he pulled onto a gravel turnout and Mia
Speaker 1: hopped out. He led her around to the rear doors.
Speaker 1: I heard the metal groan open, a soft clank, and
Speaker 1: then MIA's voice thin with confusion. What's this? The handcuffs clicked.
Speaker 1: I was already out the door, sneakers hitting gravel, legs
Speaker 1: pumping before my brain caught up. I got maybe ten
Speaker 1: strides before his hand clamped around my wrist, yanking me backward.
Speaker 1: My feet left the ground for a heart beat, and
Speaker 1: then I was pressed against his chest, his breath warm
Speaker 1: near my ear. Not so fast, beautiful. He dragged me
Speaker 1: to the rear doors open now to the padded floor,
Speaker 1: and the dull gleam of the pipes running along the
Speaker 1: interior walls. Mia stood cuffed to one of them, wrists
Speaker 1: above her head. Her round face twisted in shock. The
Speaker 1: metal held her snug arms stretched tight. Marcus shoved me forward,
Speaker 1: so I stumbled into the van's dim interior. Here's how
Speaker 1: this goes. He closed the doors behind us, sealing out
Speaker 1: the dusk. We're going to fuck all three of us.
Speaker 1: You two are going to worship each other's bodies, then
Speaker 1: service your new owner like the good bitch as you are.
Speaker 1: Mia made a sound, half moan, half sob but something
Speaker 1: flickered in her eyes. I couldn't look at it. My
Speaker 1: heart hammered. Marcus grabbed the collar of my sun dress
Speaker 1: and tore it. The fabric ripped down the front straps,
Speaker 1: sliding off my shoulders, and then he yanked the whole
Speaker 1: thing past my hips until I I stood there in
Speaker 1: nothing but my panties. He slapped me once, sharp, just
Speaker 1: enough to make my cheeks sting, and I gasped, undress,
Speaker 1: your fat friend. I turned to Mia, my fingers trembling
Speaker 1: so bad, I couldn't find the button of her jeans.
Speaker 1: She was wearing a simple cotton top with a stretched neckline.
Speaker 1: I pulled it over her head, and her breasts spilled
Speaker 1: out heavy, pale, her nipples puffy and dark. Her braw followed.
Speaker 1: My hand shook as I peeled her jeans and underwear
Speaker 1: down her thick thighs until she stood naked, sweat beaten
Speaker 1: between her ample folds. Marcus unzipped his jeans and freed
Speaker 1: himself thick and already slick. He didn't stroke, just let
Speaker 1: it hang heavy. As he crowded behind me. His hand
Speaker 1: threaded into my hair, fingers twisting the blood strands, and
Speaker 1: he guided my face toward MIA's chest. Lick those puffy tits.
Speaker 1: My tongue met her skin, salt and heat. I lapped
Speaker 1: at the soft flesh circling the nipple until it pebbled
Speaker 1: against my lips. MIA's breath hitched. He held my head steady,
Speaker 1: moving me from one breast to the other, and I
Speaker 1: tasted her sweat and something floral lotion. Maybe I hated
Speaker 1: myself for noticing how soft she was. Hated myself more.
Speaker 1: When MIA's teeth sank into her lower lip and a tiny,
Speaker 1: involuntary sound rose from her throat, Marcus laughed low, A wet,
Speaker 1: rhythmic sound told me he was stroking. He spat, then
Speaker 1: a thick gob hitting the small of my back, sliding
Speaker 1: down the cleft of my ass to smear across my pussy.
Speaker 1: I flinched, two fingers spread the spit, and then he
Speaker 1: was pushing inside me a sudden, brutal stretch. I squealed
Speaker 1: my back, arching licked down her fat body. He growled,
Speaker 1: thrusting slow all the way down. Bitch, taste her. He
Speaker 1: pushed my head lower. My tongue traced the damp valley
Speaker 1: between MIA's breasts, down the soft curve of her belly,
Speaker 1: over the stretch marks that shimmered like silver rivers. Mia quivered,
Speaker 1: her breath quickening, and I could feel her thighs spreading wider.
Speaker 1: As I knelt, guided by his grip in my hair,
Speaker 1: my nose bumped her mound. The smell hit first, musky ripe,
Speaker 1: a day's sweat baked into her thick folds. He forced
Speaker 1: my face into her cunt, lick it, clean her out,
Speaker 1: tongue that pussy. My mouth opened against her wet seam.
Speaker 1: I tasted her tangy and raw. The folds puffy and
Speaker 1: swollen under my tongue I licked, tracing the ridges, sucking
Speaker 1: one lip between my teeth. He fucked me with deep,
Speaker 1: punishing strokes, and every time he buried himself, my face
Speaker 1: pressed harder into MIA's heat. She writhed against her restraints,
Speaker 1: her moans stuttering between disgust and something else entirely there
Speaker 1: you go, Marcus panted deeper, Get your tongue in her.
Speaker 1: I pushed inside her, lapping at the velvety walls, and
Speaker 1: her thighs clamped around my head. She was so wet,
Speaker 1: now slick, coating my chin, and my own body betrayed me,
Speaker 1: my hips rolling back to meet his thrusts lower. He
Speaker 1: commanded his hand slid to the back of my neck
Speaker 1: and shoved my face down until my mouth met the
Speaker 1: tight pucker of MIA's asshole, hot, stinking of sweat and
Speaker 1: the long day. I gagged, but my tongue obeyed, pressing
Speaker 1: flat against the wrinkled flesh, circling then spearing in just
Speaker 1: a little. Mia screamed through her teeth, a sound that
Speaker 1: shattered into a sob of pleasure. I tongued her there,
Speaker 1: frantic and sloppy, as Marcus fucked me harder. The van
Speaker 1: walls shuddered. My thoughts dissolved into a smear of rough
Speaker 1: musk and salt, and the relentless pressure between my legs.
Speaker 1: He grunted something low and savage, and then his hip stuttered.
Speaker 1: Hot liquid flooded me deep, and at the same moment,
Speaker 1: MIA's whole body went rigid. She let out a wail
Speaker 1: that clawed its way out of her throat. Her orgasm
Speaker 1: pulsed against my lips, wet and gushing, and I kept
Speaker 1: licking because he still held me there. He yanked my
Speaker 1: head back by the hair, making my spine bow face
Speaker 1: each other. He turned me, shoved me forward, so my
Speaker 1: lips hovered inches from MIA's flushed face. My cum soaked
Speaker 1: cunt dripped down my thighs. Tell the fat pig you
Speaker 1: like the taste of her cunt. His voice cracked like
Speaker 1: a whip. Tell her, I swallowed throat raw, I the
Speaker 1: words stuck. MIA's eyes searched mine, dark and unreadable. I
Speaker 1: liked the taste of your cunt. She shivered. Marcus growled,
Speaker 1: Bend her over, push that filled hole right onto her face.
Speaker 1: He positioned me roughly, bending me forward, so I had
Speaker 1: to brace my hands on MIA's wide hips. My bare
Speaker 1: pussy hovered at her mouth level, his seed already seeping
Speaker 1: from me. Then his thick fingers found MIA's nipples and twisted,
Speaker 1: and her mouth opened on a gasp eat her. He said,
Speaker 1: lick that spunk out of your friend's gut. Piggy. MIA's tongue,
Speaker 1: broad and warm, slid up my slit. I jolted. She
Speaker 1: lapped at me, curling her tongue to scoop his release
Speaker 1: from inside. And the sensation was too much, too wet,
Speaker 1: too obscene. Her lips closed around my clit and sucked,
Speaker 1: and my vision narrowed to a pinpoint of white noise.
Speaker 1: My thighs shook. A strangled cry tore from my chest,
Speaker 1: and I came on her face, clenching around nothing completely
Speaker 1: fucking ruined. When he pulled us apart and shoved us
Speaker 1: toward the open door, the cool night air slapped my skin.
Speaker 1: We tumbled onto the gravel, sticky and reeking, and the
Speaker 1: van's engine roared to life. There's nothing like a little
Speaker 1: forced cunt eating huh, girls. The tail lights shrank into
Speaker 1: the dark, leaving us on our knees in the dirt,
Speaker 1: screaming curses at the empty road. Road I hoped you
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