A Short Drive to Destiny

**********READERS ARE STRONGLY CAUTIONED THAT THIS INSTALLMENT CONTAINS GRAPHIC AND VIOLENT SEXUAL IMAGERY******************

Georgia watched as Josh put the key into the ignition and started the car, not saying anything. She felt relieved that they would soon be on the highway and she could soon be making her way in a new place. He pulled out of the McDonald's onto US 54 and waited through the first set of stoplights, however at the second set of lights, Josh went straight rather than turning left onto I-70 in the direction clearly indicated by the big green sign.

She felt her throat tighten slightly and her heart began to pound loudly in her chest. "Where are you going? Columbia is that way," she said pointing westward.

Josh's entire demeanor had changed, "I thought we could go and have a little fun." His eyes glinted cruelly as he drove just past a building with a "Mid-Missouri Visitor's Center" sign on it and turned left. He passed the visitor's center and some sort of memorial and went left onto a gravel road and then veered right. The road got narrower and more overgrown the further they went on it. Georgia said nothing as all the toughness she'd learned in the foster homes and on the street drained away.

In the gloom, she could see that they were approaching a dilapidated white house. It looked as though it had been abandoned for some years. However, some well-fed dogs appeared to be on guard in the scraggly front yard. Josh parked the car and Georgia sprung for the door handle when suddenly the door locked when he pressed some button on his side of the car. In her panic, she looked, but was unable to find where to unlock the door. Instead she seized the window handle and started to roll it down frantically, but he was already on her side of the car with handcuffs out. He grabbed her left arm and forced one cuff onto her wrist and locked it down.

Georgia was still frantically rolling the window down while kicking at him. Finally the window was down and she was using her legs to push against him and to propel herself up and out of the car seat all at the same time. He had a tight grip on her left arm with one hand, but was having to defend himself from her flailing feet and legs with his other arm. "Sometimes this job just isn't worth it, despite how much I love Martin," he thought.

Josh continued to hang onto Georgia's arm, but finally lost his grip when she kicked him squarely in the face with the bottom of her boot. She half scrambled/half fell out of the car window and stood up painfully, feeling where she had scraped her ribs on the door. She also felt a great deal of pain in her right shoulder where she'd fallen. Once Georgia got to her feet, she stood for just a moment to get her bearings in the gloom when lightning struck nearby and rain started falling in a wild, rising wind. She turned to the back end of the car and started to walk as quickly as she could down the weedy driveway when she noticed the sound of dogs barking and felt a searing pain in her left calf. The pain made her fall face first into the dirt and she tried to shake the dog off, but it seemed only to sink its teeth in deeper.

Georgia then tried to crawl, gritting her teeth against the pain in her leg, but there was a pair of legs blocking her path. She looked up only to see Josh's face, dirty and bloodied, with hate in his eyes. "You think escape is going to be THAT easy, little girl?"

He said a sharp word to the dog that had its teeth buried in her leg and she was immediately released from that pain. Josh then bent over and hauled her up to her feet by the armpits like a rag doll, making her wince in even more pain, especially in her right shoulder where she had fallen. He held Georgia tightly from behind, with his back against the car and one leg wrapped around her. Despite her struggling he deftly encircled her right wrist with the other handcuff and locked it tight with seemingly inhuman strength. He then tossed her over his shoulder and started towards the house.

Though the walk was short, Georgia fought, bit and kicked for all she was worth, but Josh was just too strong for her to get away from. He deftly unlocked the front door of the house with her over his shoulder and once inside he tossed her roughly on a couch and sat on her, he freed her right wrist and then attached that end of the handcuff to a wrought-iron ring hanging on the nearby wall. Georgia pulled on the ring and found it solidly attached and she couldn't wrench her wrist out of the tight handcuff either. She sunk into the couch, drew her knees up to her face, wrapped her free arm around them and began to sob in fear and pain.

The sumptuous surroundings in which Georgia now found herself were certainly not betrayed by the shabby exterior of the house. The front room was full of heavy, deeply cushioned furniture in dark burgundy with heavy light-proof draperies to match. The carpet was midnight blue and very plush, Georgia was only vaguely aware of what was occurring beyond her veil of tears. She sensed, rather than felt Josh circling her like a vulture... almost as though he was trying to decide what to do with her, though she was fairly sure she knew his intent. However, she sensed conflict in the air and it seemed to emanate from him.

Josh was indeed conflicted, he was torn between his duty to his master and his desire for this girl. He captured her for his Master, but he wanted her for himself. He couldn't explain what was drew him to her, she wasn't the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, but the mix of toughness and sweetness intrigued him. He'd been watching her for months for his Master, her and her ever present books. He knew she didn't think of having boyfriends, or if she did, it was only in the context of her reading. She was friendly with the boys in the shelters and at the jobs he'd seen her work, but she had never shown any attraction to them. She seemed to treat them with the same indifference that she treated all the people in her life, she kept an emotional distance from everyone. Despite his enslavement, he could tell that his Master's plan had worked perfectly on Georgia: she had become like a feral cat, trusting no one and running at the first scent of danger.

Josh continued his internal argument, his master wanted Georgia "pure and undefiled" and he wanted to deflower her. Her tears just made her even more bewitching to him, displaying her vulnerability. Surely the master wouldn't know what he had done if he cleaned her up well afterwards. He had captured several of Martin's other projects, but he never felt anything for them... his reaction to this one made him nervous and edgy.

Georgia continued to surreptitiously catch looks at him while he paced back and forth in front of her. She could see him mentally tossing something back & forth. Sensing this to be a weak point, she found a new reserve of strength.

Raising her chin with a resolve she didn't feel, she steeled herself and spoke, "So what are you going to do with me now?"

Startled by her sudden inquiry, he stopped short and answered honestly, "I'm trying to decide that, actually."

Slightly emboldened, Georgia continued, "What sort of choice do you have? If you let me go, I promise I won't say anything."

"Oh, I'm not letting you go, " said Josh with that dangerous glint returning to his eye. "It is more a matter of whether I use you before I give you to my master or not."

Georgia's resolve flagged, "Please let me go. I just want to get to Columbia." The desperation in her voice was palpable, no matter how she'd just tried to hide it.

With that, his decision was made. Her anguish and fear made her irresistible and he promptly went to her and tried to unfold her. She began sobbing in earnest and balled herself up tighter, knowing what was about to happen. Georgia tried to resist by making herself as inaccessible as she could, all her physical and mental reserves were otherwise drained.

Josh tried to gentle her into relaxing, but his frustration was growing by the moment. He had to have her NOW. Finally he resorted to forcing his hands into the middle of the ball that she was and tried to rip open her jeans, his success was limited however. Georgia's resistance fueled his fierce frustration and he grabbed his pocketknife and began to cut her jeans off, up the outside of the legs. Access to her was still difficult while she was curled up as she was. Her cries of "no! please don't do this!" combined with her sore throated sobs and screaming only made him more determined.

He continued to work on removing her jeans and did finally free his object of the overabundance of denim in which she was encased. The underwear were no obstacle to him... they were gone in just a moment. The next task at hand was to rid himself of his own clothing... now that his prey was denuded from the waist down, access was much less of a problem.

He doffed his pants and underwear in short order and was ready to complete his task. He simply moved in and moved her feet, which were all that was protecting her quim. He rubbed his member along her slit, feeling for a promising opening. He found his prey and sank in as far as he could, felt a small amount of resistance and then pushed into her harder and she screamed at the top of her lungs. He pistoned in and out of her and collapsed off to one side after he had spent himself.

Georgia tried to fight with any resistance she could muster, but there seemed to be no way. He was larger and stronger than she was. Suddenly her jeans and underwear were gone and he was on her, then in her with a pain that made her sure that he had stabbed her with his pocketknife... that was all she remembered for several minutes. When she was sensible again, he was lying next to her on the couch, breathing heavily...