And the Geek II
Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2021 10:20 am
An unauthorized sequel to "And The Geek Shall Inherit the SW Earth". |
Warning/Spoiler - this might have a giantess and/or miniguy(s) in it. But it's mostly SW. |
Russell Farber was frantic. His best friend, the girl he loved, had been kidnapped by the same guy who already raped and abused her: Brad Michaels, captain of the soccer team, body like Adonis, BMOC, kidnapper, rapist, and maybe even murderer.
'That's not much of a maybe,' he thought. 'Brad will kill her, either when he gets tired of her, or by accident. That's the biggest danger tonight - that he'll kill her by accident.'
Because April Watson, the girl Russell loved, wasn't just a kidnapping victim. She was also the victim of some weird shrinking effect. She was now about five or six inches tall. Russell thought five and a half, but he wasn't sure, and he really didn't care. Either way, she could be killed with a flick of Brad's finger. Brad could break her back by rubbing her against his cock too hard. And that was exactly the sort of sick, perverted thing Brad was probably doing right now!
Russell put his foot on the gas. He had to get to the police as soon as he could! He wasn't worried about getting pulled over. If that happened, he would just explain. He'd tell the cop about how his girlfriend shrank to about five inches tall and.... Russell slowed down.
He couldn't get pulled over. He couldn't go to the police. They'd never believe him. He couldn't go to April's parents; they wouldn't believe him either. In fact, April was supposed to be with him, this evening. He was supposed to have had her home hours ago. They'd think he did something. They'd call the cops - on him. His own parents? Not much better. They wouldn't believe him at first, but if he kept insisting long enough and hard enough, they'd have to. Because your parents have to stick by you. And they knew that he would never, ever in a million years hurt April. But even if he could convince his parents what had happened, they'd be more focused on protecting him than on rescuing April. And April needed rescuing - tonight!
Russell had to rescue April himself. But how? Try to sneak into Brad's room and grab her? Get a gun and either shoot Brad or threaten to shoot him, if he didn't give April back? That thought jarred him. Russell was a peaceful guy, not the kind of guy who shoots people - even jerks like Brad Michaels. But Brad had kidnapped April, raped her, and now he was sure to kill her, if Russell didn't do something. So, yes, he could shoot Brad - if he had a gun. But he didn't have a gun, so the whole thing was moot.
That left plan A, try to sneak in. Russell didn't like that plan. It didn't sound very likely. He didn't mind taking the risk, for himself; but if he got caught, he shuddered to think what would happen to April. He had to hedge his bet. The only thing he could think to do was phone a friend - r go to his friend's house in person. It was closer than his house, closer than his phone.
- - - -
Daryl Collins was Russell's second-best friend. He was a good guy, maybe not the best guy in a crisis situation, but he would have to do.
"Hey, Russell. What are you doing here, this time of night?" asked Daryl.
They stood in the foyer of Daryl's house. Russell didn't think it was all that late, but then he looked at his watch and saw that it was almost ten o'clock. He must have sat in the car with April longer than he thought. He wanted to kick himself. That's why April was in danger. If he had just taken her straight home….
"Sorry," he said. "Look, can we talk privately? It's really important."
"Just a minute," said Daryl. He went back into the den and told his parents that something was up with Russell, and he needed to have a private talk. Then he came back and let Russell upstairs to his room.
"April shrank," said Russell. "She's like, five inches tall, maybe six, and Brad Michaels has her. And he's going to kill her, if I don't get her back. Tonight! I don't think he'll risk taking her back to school with him, or leave her at his house alone. He knows I'll try to get her back. He knows how much trouble he'll be in, if I do, and if we go to the police."
He said all that in a rush. Daryl just sat there and took it in.
"Okaaay," said Daryl. "Cool scenario. Don't want to tell my folks that that was why you were having a crisis, but we'll work around that. We won't tell them. Just… you had some personal issues. They won't pr…."
"It's not a scenario," said Russell. "It's real. I know it sounds like a role play, or else it sounds crazy, but it's real. I'm going to Brad's, right now, to rescue her. I want you to wait an hour, then call the police."
"Yeah, that could work," said Daryl, scratching his chin. "Doesn't sound like a very fun session, though. What do I tell the police?"
"Tell them I went to Brad's to rescue April. Don't tell them about the shrinking; they'll believe you even less than you believe me. Just tell them…. Tell them that I saw Brad kidnap April - but that I don't think anyone will believe me, so I'm sneaking into his house to get her. Either I'm right, or I'm crazy; and either way, they have to send someone out to his house. With any luck, they'll get there in time to rescue both of us. Or maybe a couple of patrol men knocking at their door will give me the distraction I need to rescue April."
"Ok, sounds good," said Daryl. "So, I've called the police, and they're on their way. Are you already in the house, or are you waiting for them to provide a distraction?"
"Daryl! This is real! I'm really going to Brad's in a few minutes. I'm going to try to get inside, to rescue April," said Russell. "I don't know if I'll be able to get in before the police arrive or not. I've got to try! April's being tortured, right now, and I really think she'll be dead by morning, if I don't rescue her!"
Tears of anguish and frustration streamed down Russell's face. April was going to die, and it was all his fault. If only he had gotten her straight home or to the hospital, instead of sitting in his car, perving over her tiny naked body. He began to cry openly. He couldn't hold back any longer. He wanted to be a man for April. But he didn't feel like a man, right now; he felt like a little boy. A little boy, who was about to lose the most important thing - the most important person - in his life.
Daryl was shaken by Russell's tears. "You're serious?!" he exclaimed.
"Yes!" yelled Russell.
"Okay, okay. We need a plan," said Daryl.
"Yes," said Russell, sniffing back his tears.
Daryl thought about it, while Russell calmed himself down.
"Okay," said Daryl. "You're right about calling the police. We need them for backup, when everything goes to shit."
"When?" asked Russell.
"Probably goes to shit," said Daryl. "But we've still gotta try. And if one of us is inside before the police get there, then they can go in to get us, without a warrant. So, we've got to get at least one of us into the house before they get there."
"One of us" asked Russell. "Then who'll call the police?"
"My parents," said Daryl, grabbing a pen and a piece of paper. "They'll come to check on you soon, and they'll find this note. Let's see: Mom and Dad, April's been kidnapped by Brad Michaels. Swear to God. And he's going to kill her. Russell saw, but the police would never believe him. We're going to rescue her. Don't call the police before 11:00. You've got to give us time for one of us to get into the house, so the police can enter. It's the only way to save April. Please! You've got to believe us!"
He thought for a moment then added: "If they get there too soon, we're going in anyway - even if we have to charge the house, while police are yelling stop! That might get us killed, but if we don't, April WILL die! Just, please don't call them before 11:00."
"Okay," he said to Russell, "Do you even know where Brad lives?"
"Great time to ask," said Russell. "But yeah."
"That's where Brad Michaels lives - Captain of the soccer team," he said, in a weak imitation of April, gushing over her crush.
Daryl snorted. "Good. Then we need to go."
They snuck out of the house and headed to Brad's in Russell's car.
"Say, is April's father white?" asked Daryl, while Russell was driving.
"What? No. He's darker than she is," said Russell.
"Oh. I thought he must be white," said Daryl. "I met her mother at the band concert, and she's much darker than April."
Russell shrugged. "Just genes being random," he said. "Both my parents have brown eyes, but mine are blue."
"Anyway. She's really cute," said Daryl.
"Thanks," said Russell. "I mean, yeah, she is." Why did I say thank you? He thought. 'She's not my sister, or my girlfriend. I don't own her. But whenever someone says something nice about her…. I like it.'
"Hey, let's think about our plan, for when we get there," he said.
They drove by Brad's house, for a quick look, then parked a short way up the street and walked back to it. They left the keys in the ignition and left the car doors unlocked; in case they needed a quick getaway. The house was a good-sized colonial. It was in a cul de sac and backed to the woods. They felt pretty sure they knew which room was Brad's. There was only one room upstairs, with a light on, and it obviously wasn't the master bedroom. It was a pretty common house design, and the master bedroom had bigger windows than the other rooms. Plus, they could see shadows move on the curtains of the lit room. They figured that was Brad - probably abusing April that very minute.
April was mad at her body, mad at her libido - mad at the quirk in her personality that made her turned on by what Brad was doing. But she couldn't deny it. She was.
Thankfully, Brad hadn't inflicted much pain. He didn't want to break his new toy before he finished using her. The most he had done, when April refused to lick deep into his piss hole, was to flick her bottom repeatedly with his finger. He did that, ten times, and now April had her arms wrapped around the head of his cock, and her tongue was thrusting repeatedly into the hole, as deep as she could get it. She was fucking him with her tongue. Her bottom was burning, but her pussy was dripping wet. She was crying from the humiliation, but still her body writhed and humped against Brad's cock. 'Please, Russell. Please get here soon.'
Brad alternated between stroking his cock and stroking the girl who was pleasuring it. Her body was so soft, so sensuous. He loved the feel of her. He loved how she responded to his touch. He especially loved how she had almost cum, when he spanked her. He hoped she would cum, when he got a little rougher with her, but he was putting that off. He didn't want to think too much about it, yet. But he knew he couldn't keep her much longer.
Russell and Daryl walked towards the Michaels' house with their hoodies up. They were glad that it was chilly, so that didn't look too suspicious. As they got closer, they saw a car pull into the driveway, and Dave McFarland and Jeff Stevens got out. "Damn!" said Russell. They kept walking, as they quietly discussed how this might change their plans. Russell looked at his watch with worry. They couldn't wait much longer.
- - - -
Earlier, It was Dave who had stupidly said the obvious: "I can't believe Brad wanted to give up so easily."
As soon as he said it, he realized that it was true - he didn't believe it. And neither did Jeff. Brad hadn't joined them, looking for the girl, or putting pressure on Russell either. He had gone back to look in Russell's car, which was the obvious place for her to be. He had looked in the car, while they looked where Russell said. That was the smart way to divide the search - if you could trust your buddy to share.
They drove around a bit, after dropping Brad off, talking about what happened and what was likely to happen. And they pretty much came to the same conclusion Russell had: Brad couldn't afford to keep the girl for very long; she'd probably be dead by morning. That made them feel more cheated than sad. Plus, Dave had a situation where he probably could keep the girl. He had a whole basement to himself that was full of junk his mother would never get into. And he had a pet snake his mother was scared of. If he let the snake roam loose, and kept the girl in a terrarium, under a tarp and behind some junk, she'd be safe from both the snake and his mother.
They decided they needed to go over to Brad's and make him share. They told his mother that Jeff had left his homework with Brad, and he needed to get it. His mother guessed that they were either picking up or dropping off weed, but she didn't think it was worth the confrontation. She sent them on up to Brad's room and told them to be quick.
Russell and Daryl weren't thrilled about two more bruisers there at the house, but they didn't see any choice but stick with the plan. Daryl was rightly terrified, but April was his friend too, even if they weren't best buds, like she and Russ were. He hoped that if he was ever in trouble like April was, his friends wouldn't abandon him. He knew Russ wouldn't.
They double-checked the time, right before they got to the house. They already synchronized their watches. Daryl darted across a neighbor's yard, to go to the side of the house, while Russell sprinted up to the door. He looked at his watch and saw that he was cutting it close. He had to hope Daryl had enough time to get into position. At precisely ten fifty, Russell rung the doorbell and started knocking on the door, at the same time. There was a big door knocker in the middle of the door, which was mostly decorative, since they had a doorbell; but it worked, and it was loud.
Daryl had a thick cloth pressed to a window. As soon as he heard the first knock, he started breaking glass. This part of their plan worked well. Russell knocked, in sets of four: clack, clack, clack, CRACK! Clack, clack, clack CRACK! The last knock of the set was much louder than the first three, and that was the one Daryl used to cover the sound of breaking glass.
"What the hell is it?" said Mr. Michaels, when he opened the door. Another of Brad's friends was standing there.
"Sorry, Mr. Michaels, but I really need to see Brad," said Russell.
"Well, he's up in his room," said Mr. Michaels, indicating the stairway.
"Can you send him down?" asked Russell. "My mother told me not to go in. She's waiting out in the car." He turned his head and nodded to indicate an imaginary mother and car. Mr. Michaels saw Dave's car in the driveway, but didn't look closely to see who was in it.
"Brad. You've got another friend here!" called Mr. Michaels. "Come down and talk to him; his mother's waiting outside!"
Things had just been getting good, for Brad, when Dave and Jeff arrived. He was just about to blast her face with cum, when his mother announced that they were there, and he heard them come up the stairs. He looked around for a place to stash the girl, and his cock started spewing cum. "Fuck!" he said. It wasn't nearly as good, with him distracted. He grabbed some tissue and started wiping himself - dropping the girl on his bed, while he did. He was glad he locked the door. While wiping his spent cock, he noticed his VHS tapes. His bookshelf had several VHS tapes, some in boxes and some out. He stored them two deep, keeping the porn tapes on the back row.
"Yeah, yeah! I'm cumming!" he yelled, chuckling at his little joke. He tossed the tissue in the trash bin, pulled up his shorts and grabbed the girl off the bed. She looked half dead, was covered in cum and was limp as a used condom. He wondered if he should just go ahead and flush her. He probably would have, if the john wasn't across the hall. Now that he had cum, and she didn't look very sexy, she - or it - was kind of disgusting. But he decided to wait until after he talked to the guys. If he just marched across the hall and flushed her in front of them, they'd really be pissed. Not worth it.
He took one of the tapes out of its box and dropped the girl in, then set them both back in the shelf. He slid her into the back, wedged in between some other tapes, so she couldn't cause the box to wobble. He started to warn her that she'd better be quiet, but she was so spent, he didn't think he needed to. He put the tape he took out of the box in front of her.
"The fuck, dudes?" he said, opening the door. "I was just having a good wank."
"I bet you were," said Jeff.
"Yeah, yeah. We know you've got her," said Dave.
"What are you talking about?" asked Brad. But he didn't have the energy for a big act, so he just grinned sheepishly.
"Listen, Brad," said Jeff. "We've got it all figured out."
"Got what figured out?" asked Brad.
"How to keep her," said Jeff.
"My house, Dude!" said Dave. "My basement. It's perfect!"
"Oh. So you can have her all to yourself?" said Brad.
"Dave's not the one doin' that," said Jeff. He glared at Brad, when he said it, but then he added, "Look. You found her. We know she's yours, okay? But share for a while, Dude! Dave'll keep'er safe. She'll just be on loan - until you have a good place to keep'er. You an me go over there all the time, anyway. Imagine how much more fun it'll be, if there's a live, full-service stripper there - every fucking time!"
The doorbell started ringing, and someone began pounding on the door.
"Yeah. That could work," said Brad. He scratched the back of his head. "I need to think about it for a bit. Damn, that noise is annoying."
"Brad. You've got another friend here!" Brad's father yelled from downstairs. "Come down and talk to him; his mother's waiting outside!"
Brad looked at the other two, wondering who it could be. He shoed them out of his room, so they could all go together. He didn't like leaving either of them alone in his room, until he made up his mind what to do with the girl. When they got to the door, he wasn't surprised to see who was there.
"Wha'do you want?" he asked.
"I want April," said Russell. "You've had your fun. Now give her back."
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Brad.
"Is that what you plan to tell the police?" asked Russell. "Look, April doesn't want anyone to know about the shrinking - besides me, her parents and a few close friends. Give her back now, and all the police'll ever hear is she mysteriously disappeared. Don't, and we'll have to take our chances with the government."
"You're full of shit," said Dave. "You think the police'll believe some wild-ass story about-"
"Hey!" said Jeff. "Dude might have a tape recorder. Try'n to entrap us, or somethin'."
Russell saw Daryl walk across the hall, behind the other guys. He tried to keep his face stony.
Daryl ran into Mrs. Michaels at the top of the stairs. "Sorry. I forgot my bookbag," he said in a whisper.
Mrs. Michaels just nodded her head towards Brad's room and continued on towards her own bedroom.
Daryl went into Brad's room and closed and locked the door behind him. "April," he called, quietly. "April, it's me, Daryl. I'm here to rescue you."
It took April a couple of minutes to recover from the 'sex session' she had with Brad. She didn't want to think of it as having sex with Brad, put it was a sex session of some sort. It sure felt a lot like sex, or like she imagined sex felt. It felt like masturbating - only more intense, like a hundred times more. She hated how good it felt. But now, she just felt awful!
She heard Brad talking to Jeff and Dave. She wondered if she should try to make a noise, but she didn't see much point. She was very miserable, and she wondered how much air she had in the small box. She wished she was big again. Why couldn't she get big again? Somehow, she made herself small, just by wanting to be cute. Now she wanted to be big. She wanted to be powerful! She wanted to beat Brad Michaels like a toy drum, like a… steak that needed tenderizing. Gah, why couldn't she get big?
She tried to will herself bigger until she was exhausted. She tried pushing on the sides of the box, as hard as she could. She imagined herself like Samson, in the movie, pushing against the pillars of the coliseum. She slumped back down in her uncomfortable prison. The sides of the box were just wider than he hips, so her arms were cramped, it wasn't wide enough for her to lie down, and she started to notice the lack of air. Then she heard Daryl.
Daryl was looking around the room. He had started at the chest of drawers. Underwear drawer seemed a likely place. "April, if you hear me, just shout as loud as you can," he said. Of course, he didn't shout as loud as he could. He tried not to think about how bad Brad would hurt him, if he caught him here. At the same time, he hoped this wasn't all a joke. He still had a hard time believing April could have shrunk.
"Daryl? Daryl! Daryl, I'm in here!" shouted April. "I'm in a VCR box! Daryl Help! VCR box! VCR box."
April knew that, at her loudest, her voice wasn't very loud, and she had only barely heard Daryl's voice. She shouted as loud as she could, but she felt her voice get weaker with every shout. She was running out of air. "VCR box, Daryl. Vcr box…."
Daryl heard her. Her voice was so faint…. At first, he wasn't sure he really heard it. And he couldn't tell where it was coming from. But then he heard, "VCR." He saw them on the bookshelf, and he raced over to them. "April, I'm here," he whispered. "Shout out."
He started flipping unboxed tapes onto the floor. Then he started lifting the boxes, quickly, one by one. He figured he could tell by hardness and heft, if it had a tape in it. Then he heard a bang on the door.
"Open up, dickwad!"