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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Riverdale_(TV_2017)
  Relationship:
      Veronica_Lodge/Original_Male_Character(s), Betty_Copper/Original_Male
      Character(s)
  Character:
      Veronica_Lodge, Betty_Cooper, Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Kidnapping, Sexual_Slavery, Age
      Difference, Molestation, Groping, Objectification, Dehumanization, Non-
      Consensual_Drug_Use
  Collections:
      Darkest_Night_2017
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-06 Words: 2429
****** Into Thin Air ******
by KeenWolf
Summary
     The woods around Riverdale were mostly owned by the rich founding
     families of the town, long stretches of natural unspoiled woods
     crisscrossed by roads that bent around private property. Grand
     estates were hidden in the woods, vacation homes far enough from the
     city for privacy and yet close enough to take a helicopter or a boat
     into town.
     Still, there was a danger lurking deep in the woods, on these rarely
     used back roads.
     Sometimes, people disappeared.
The woods around Riverdale were mostly owned by the rich founding families of
the town, long stretches of natural unspoiled woods crisscrossed by roads that
bent around private property. Grand estates were hidden in the woods, vacation
homes far enough from the city for privacy and yet close enough to take a
helicopter or a boat into town.
Still, there was a danger lurking deep in the woods, on these rarely used back
roads.
Sometimes, people disappeared.
Urban legends and tall tales had sprung up over the years, the school children
loved to tell them to each other in the hopes of spooking each other, but some
of them had a kernel of truth.
Kids would make bets with each other: go drive down the back roads for an hour
and see if you run into the killer hitchhiker or the wailing woman. There was
always a handful of Riverdale high school students with newly minted drivers
licenses, stupid enough to think they were invincible. They had yet to learn to
be careful.
To be afraid.
Throughout the year they'd cruise up and down the back roads looking for
adventure, for trouble, and sometimes they’d find it. This area, in particular,
wasn’t safe for the two pretty young things, abandoned on the side of the road
by their broken car.
This was Carl’s hunting ground.
He licked his lips studying the two girls, both of them looked young, most
likely still in high school. The girls were smiling, enthusiastically waving at
him, no doubt relieved to see a tow truck coming toward them. Carl's cock
twitched as he decided these girls were the ones, they were going to become his
new whores.
He put his turn signal on and pulled over in front of their car. The girls had
probably been stranded on the side of the road for a few hours already, most
likely frustrated that there was no cell phone signals out here. An odd little
dead zone, maybe because Granny Blossom thought cell phone towers caused
cancer, but who really knows.
Carl relished the thought that his tow truck probably looked like heaven to his
girls right about now, but that was only because they didn’t know any better.
They were lucky he'd stumbled on them, he’d take good care of them, strip them
of the burden of their previous lives and mold them into perfect sex slaves.
He’d be strict and train them up right, they’d spread their legs on command,
their whole existence narrowed down to giving men pleasure, fulfilling his
every desire. Carl adjusted himself and slipped into his good samaritan
persona, he smiled, warm and friendly, before opening the door of his truck and
getting out.
He’d found that young girls were like horses, skittish and prone to bolting
until you roped them into a pen and broke their spirit. Once they were caught
though you could ride them all day long.
Both of his new girls were beautiful, the awkwardness of their youth was still
there as they’d not yet grown into the bodies of the woman they’d become. They
were so trusting, approaching him eagerly. He’d was sure they could never
imagine that they’d be gang-raped. His girls always cried so prettily the first
time they were forced to take ten to twelve cocks in a row, Carl’s cock
twitched just thinking about it.
The blond girl got to him first, she had an open smiling face and her hair was
pulled back in a tight ponytail, she looked like the stereotypical girl next
door. Her clothing was simple and while it covered a conservative amount of
skin it did nothing to hide her amazing body. The blouse completely covered her
chest but still showcased her boobs, while her pants seemed to be molded to her
shapely legs. Carl hoped, she was a virgin, he couldn’t wait to unwrap her and
find out. It was always a special treat to break in a new whore, spreading them
open for the first time.
The other girl with the dark black hair was the complete opposite of the blond,
her beautiful features were fixed in a sour expression, she looked out at the
world like nothing was good enough for her. Her outfit and grooming spoke
loudly that she came from money and her brazen confidence made Carl angry. Once
he got them home he was going to tie this girl up, bend her over his knee, and
ruin her. He'd smack her tits and pussy, and then he’d fuck her little cunt
until her perfectly applied makeup was beyond fixing.
It was clear that she knew what she looked like and that she used her looks to
get stupid men to do whatever she wanted. She probably acted like a queen,
prancing around school showing herself off to all the boys. Carl could easily
imagine her laughing it up as those frustrated boys fought to see who could win
a chance to fuck her.
She’d probably spurn whoever won for some sensitive loser that didn't do
anything to deserve her attention.
Neither of his girls had any hesitation about approaching him and his truck,
they were all smiles and pleading eyes. He’d left the truck running and stood
there with his door slightly open, the escaping air conditioning calling to
them like a siren.
"Thank goodness you stopped. We've been stranded for hours," said the blond
one, tucking a stray piece of hair behind an ear and looking at Carl
innocently. They were both sweaty and little bit dirty from being on the side
of the road, he’d couldn’t wait to get them home and clean them up, get them
wet.
“It looks like you’re in a bit of trouble,” he said, trying to keep his eyes on
the blond's face even though her breast were right there. The other girl with
the black hair also had a smile for him as she made her way more slowly over,
picking her way carefully down the rough road in her high heels.
"I will literally pay you whatever you want if you'll tow us out of here and
back to civilization," promised the girl with black hair.
"Veronica! Don't be rude."
"How is that rude? I'm offering him the deal of a lifetime,” Veronica said,
giving Carl a smile that probably made weak men bend over backward for her,
hoping for a glimpse of her pussy.
Carl laughed, letting it seem like he found Veronica's spoiled act charming and
not something he’d punish her for until she learned the proper way a whore beg
for things. Down on her knees with her mouth open or her cunt in the air.
But first things first he needed to tighten the rope around their necks. He
stepped back, opening the door to his truck all the way and letting the blast
of cool air do most of the convincing for him.
"I've got some water in the cab," he said, reaching into the small cooler
between the seats. He handed each of the girls a water bottle and then opened
the door to the back seats for them. “Why don't you go ahead and relax in the
air conditioning while I get your car ready to go?”
"You don't have to tell me twice. C'mon Betty, I can’t believe how sweaty and
gross I am,” Veronica said pulling the blond girl, Betty, by the arm into the
truck with her.
"Thank you so much, you're a lifesaver," said Betty completely sincere in her
naivety.
"Don't thank me yet, you haven't seen the bill," he said, not able to resist.
"I don't even care, whatever it costs I'll pay it," Veronica said, before
pushing Betty into the truck and closing the door behind her. Carl heard the
click of the lock and turned away with a smirk as he gathered what he needed.
The trap was sprung, their fates all but sealed, soon they’d be working off
their debt with their bodies over and over again. Walking around his truck, he
watched from the corner of his eye as they opened the water bottles, both of
them drinking deeply. Betty smiling, while Veronica gestured sharply making
some vapid point that would be inconsequential real soon.
There was a flash of smooth skin as Veronica pulled at her top, a tantalizing
glimpse of what lay beneath her clothing. Carl shook his head and bent to get
to work, the quicker their car was up on his truck the sooner he could get them
home and take his time fucking them. It was almost a blessing that at his age
he was finding it harder to get erect, he was imagining so many positions for
the both of them and working with an erection wasn’t his idea of fun.
He whistled to himself as he prepared their car to be towed, looking over to
check on his girls every now and then. Watching as the drugged water finally
started to take effect, it was so fast acting that by the time their car was up
on the wench, both of the girls were slumped over in the back seat, sleeping
deeply. Carl adjusted himself, rubbing his now half hard cock just to remind
himself of how good it was going to be once the waiting ended and he was balls
deep inside them.
He did miss the thrill of the chase, the feeling of power that came from
running a girl down and forcing her to her knees, showing her how powerless she
really was, before choking her on his cock. Sure he wasn't as fast or as strong
as he used to be, but now with the drugs he had, he didn't need to rely on
force. Now he could enjoy taking his time, leisurely breaking his whores from
the comfort of his own home.
Opening the back seat he checked in on the girls, picking up the spilled water
bottles and putting them away. Carl spread Betty’s legs open so he could slide
his body between them and finally get his hands on his new whore. Taking his
time, Carl rubbed Betty’s legs, grabbed and kneaded the girl’s ass, before
rubbing his hand between Betty’s legs stroking her jean covered pussy. All the
while imagining how she’d writhe underneath him as his cock rammed into her.
Slipping his hands under Betty’s top, he fondled her breast, squeezing her
perky little tits, before rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Betty frowned in
her sleep, her eyebrows drawing down, but she didn’t wake up. Even if she did,
Carl knew from experience that the drugs would have kept her nice and docile.
Pulling her top all the way up Carl pushed his face into her tits, tonguing and
biting her pretty pink nipples. He breathed in deeply. Betty smelled like
apples and sweat.
He reluctantly pulled back, squeezing Betty’s tits one more time before tugging
her top back into place and pulling the girl off the seat and onto the floor,
curling her body so that the blanket he used would cover her from sight.
Closing the door on that side of the truck he went around to the other side and
considered his other girl. Of the two of them, Veronica was already Carl’s
favorite, she would likely take the longest to break. He was going to make a
killing live streaming both of his new little whores to his legion of
subscribers. Veronica would get her holes spanked and fucked for hours while
Betty would be forced to suck cocks, one right after another, taking load after
load of come to her pretty tits and face.
Carl moved his hands, caressing up and down Veronica’s legs, opening them he
imagined how good she’d look, tied down, her ass in the air as John after John
fucked her, filling her holes until they overflowed with jizz. He leaned in
close, squeezing both of Veronica’s tits, before dropping a hand unto
Veronica's thigh, and sliding it up under her skirt. He bit one of Veronica’s
nipples through her shirt while his fingers rubbed into her pussy. The smooth
fabric of her panties made his fingers glide as he worked them in-between the
folds of her cunt, only a thin slip of fabric kept him from pushing inside her.
Veronica's legs jerked a bit as if she was unconsciously trying to protect
herself, but she didn't wake up. Carl couldn’t wait to feel that cloying wet
heat of her body as it was stretched tight around his cock. He snagged the
waistband of her panties, the knuckles of his hand rubbing against the hot skin
of Veronica’s pussy as he pulled the useless piece of fabric off, taking away
her last pretext of protection.
He tugging the lacy piece of red silk free of her legs. Whores didn’t need to
cover themselves.
Carl pulled Veronica off the seat and positioned her on the floor like Betty
and covered both of the girls with a blanket. It probably wasn’t comfortable,
but that didn’t matter it would keep them out of sight. Putting on his gloves
Carl grabbed the girl’s purses.
Throwing them both into the front seat of the cab he took his time digging out
their phones, the batteries on both of them were almost dead and neither of
them had any signals or bars. Carl noticed that Betty’s phone didn’t have a
password on it, however, scrolling through her most recent text messages there
was nothing of interest. Just stupid high school drama that wouldn’t matter
soon. He put the phones into his glove compartment next to his GPS jammer,
before starting the truck and taking off down the road.
He was one lucky son of a bitch.
He'd been preparing for this ever since he'd sold off the last little girl he'd
caught. It was always such a shame how quickly they grew up and lost their
fighting spirit once they’d been trained right. Thankfully there were plenty of
men out there willing to pay handsomely for the broken result of Carl’s play.
He lived very comfortably.
Still it had been awhile since he’d welcomed home a feisty young girl to become
his new fuck toy, and now all of a sudden here were two completely different
girls who’d fallen into his trap. Carl adjusted himself with a smile, he
couldn’t wait to get them home, he could already hear their screams and taste
their tears.
He had all the time in the world to play.
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