"Ohmigod !!" Sara screamed, hands flying to her mouth. Another
hand closed over her mouth and nose, pressing a chloroform soaked
rag into service. Sara screamed, wrenched herself loose and tried to
run. The kidnapper snagged her waist and pulled her back.
"Help me sombod-mmmph!!!" Sara cried as the rag went back over
her mouth and nose. Brianna heaved mightily, lifted her bound feet
off the floor and kicked the kidnapper in the side. The woman went
down with a curse, under a shower of falling clothes hangers. Sara
pried free once more, stumbled and crawled out of the closet. Two
draughts of the drug had already sapped much of her strength. The
girl shook her head, trying to break up the cobwebs.
Move, body move, Sara thought as she half-staggered, half-crawled
across the floor. Her arms went numb and she flopped down on her
face. The kidnapper tore loose from the tangle of clothes hangers
and threw herself after Sara. She grabbed one ankle and dragged the
girl back inside. Sara's arms flopped without effort, trying to swat at
the evil thing attacking her.
Sara moaned softly as the drugged rag went back over her face. She
drew in one long breath and immediately passed out.
Brianna muttered angrily behind her gag as the kidnapper dragged
her unconscious sister inside the closet. The girl flexed her arms,
wrists, legs any part of her she could, trying to break the constricting
tape. The kidnapper looked at her and snorted derisively, " You're
never gonna get loose from that." she said," If you do, I'll just punish
your sister for it." Brianna forced herself to keep still.
Sara flopped bonelessly over onto her stomach as the kidnapper
rolled her over and readied another roll of duct tape to secure her
with. She drew her hands behind her back and taped the wrists
together, the palms out. More tape went around her ankles. The
kidnapper plucked off Sara's shoes and tossed them aside. Sara
moaned, her toes moved and the soles of her feet crinkled.
The kidnapper grabbed the robe off the floor, folded it, rolled it
fashioning it into a gag for Sara. She pressed the girl's mouth open
and stuffed the fat roll of red silk between her teeth and lips. She tied
it firmly behind Sara's head. She took the little sash belt and looked at
it. Grinning wickedly, the woman tied one end to Sara's taped ankles,
the other she threaded through the taped wrists, then hauled on it till
her feet almost met the small of her back. She tied it off, leaving Sara
in a fairly strict hog-tie. The kidnapper embellished the girl's secure
binding with additional tape wraps around her elbows and lower
knees.
Brianna banged her head against the metal pipe at her back,
trembling with anger and fear. Now both of them were captured and
tucked away with no one knowing. The kidnapper ignored her, got up
and went back into the room. She grabbed the girls' suitcases and put
them under the bed. She opened her hip pouch and looked in. Not
nearly enough cord to secure both girls to the bed for the night. She
would have to return to the cellar for more.
The kidnapper reached inside the closet, turned off the light and
closed the door. Brianna whimpered in the quiet dark.
The Kidnapper went below once more. Penny, Jodi and Angela
hardly responded this time. The three captives looked beaten and
worn from their long captivity. Just as well, the kidnapper thought.
They weren't going anywhere anyway.Tthe kidnapper looked them
over one by one and went to her box of supplies. She had used
almost all of her duct tape, there was only one roll left in the
collective. However there was plenty of ropes for securing Brianna,
Sara and the other two girls not yet captured. She had had two
chances to get Lisa, but let them slide in favor of easier prey. Lisa
seemed to be less easily frightened than the other girls and would
probably put up a hell of a fight.
The kidnapper checked her chloroform bottle, there was enough for
maybe three more applications. She hoped she wouldn't have to
waste one on Brianna or Sara getting them from the closet to the bed.
The gun should keep them cowed, she thought as she packed up
some fresh coils of cord and cloth bands for the next bit of the
operation.
As her assailant was busy, Penny slid her eyes over to Jodi's back.
Her heart almost stopped beating as the kidnapper came back and
started checking everyone's bonds and gags. Fortunately, the
masked woman did not see that during her last absence, Jodi had
broken the tape on her wrists.
The kidnapper stood up, looked at each girl once more then headed
back upstairs as silently as she had come. Penny sat up in her chair
and grunted emphatically at Jodi. The young girl pulled her wrists free
of the tape and began tearing at the bands pinning her to the post.
"You have got to be kidding !" Charlette exclaimed for the fifth time
since Lisa espoused her theory.
"Well can you explain it ?" Lisa asked defensively," Face it, Charlette
almost everyone we came up here with has disappeared !"
"They did NOT disappear !"
"Then what would you call it ?"
Charlette didn't answer. She didn't have an answer, but she didn't
want to accept the idea Lisa had put forth," Then why haven't we
disappeared ?"
"Because we've stayed out here, for the most part. We haven't
offered "it" a chance to get us."
"It? Ha !" Charlette rolled her eyes, " Do you hear yourself ?"
" Well how about serial killer ?"
Charlette twitched at the mention of the word.
" Lisa, this is NOT one of those slaughter the girls movies. This is
just us, out in a cabin, by the lake for a little R and R."
"With almost everyone missing in the process."
"They are not..." Charlette began, almost hysterical. She rubbed her
temples and walked to the edge of the deck," They aren't missing,"
she said calmly, " they are playing some sort of sick joke and I'm sure
that Penny and Angela are behind it all. "
"How do you figure that ?"
"They were the first to- as you put it- disappear. They hide out, creep
around the house they get all the other girls in on the plot. Boom !
Instant mystery for us to solve. We'll probably win a Scooby Doo
lunchbox."
Lisa considered that, if only to appease Charlette.
" Well, Miss Holmes would you like to put your money where your
mouth is ?"
"Indubitably." Charlette replied in a perfect English accent.
"After you then." Lisa said, waving her hand toward the door.
"Oh no, after you." Charlette replied with a sweeping bow.
"I insist." Lisa growled.
Charlette looked at her," Very well, then." She gathered her courage
and slid open the patio door.
Brianna and Sara struggled half-heartedly as the kidnapper escorted
them from the closet and over to the bed. Both girls' hands were tied
in front, their arms pinned to their sides with more rope. Like her
sister, Sara had been gagged with a thick fold of white cloth tied over
a thick layered tape gag. The kidnapper stopped. Voices. She
reversed directions and pulled her two prisoners back inside the
closet. She pinned Sara to the wall with one arm, pressing the gun to
the frightened girl's temple. Brianna mumbled to her sister.
"shhhh.." the abductor hissed.
"Come out, come out- where ever you are !" Charlette cried.
"Would you be serious ?" Lisa snapped.
"Nah, you're being serious enough for both of us. I'm here to have
fun and win my Scooby Doo lunchbox."
Charlette opened the linen closet," Helllooooo..." she called, looking
around. Lisa peeked over her shoulder. The quilt she had seen
wadded up on the floor was gone.
"That quilt's missing." she said.
"And ?"
"There was a quilt on the floor, remember ?"
"So."
"It's gone."
"Oh quick, call 911." Charlette said derisively. Lisa popped her in the
shoulder.
"I'm serious."
"Very. I know that. But a missing quilt is hardly reason to suspect a
sinister plot, girl."
"You've done more with less." Lisa reminded.
"True. But still..."
"Just keep looking."
"Very well."
Charlette closed the closet door and opened the bathroom door.
Nothing there either. She walked over and slid the shower curtain
open. Empty.
"This is getting BORING ." Charlette said as she slid the curtain back
in place. Lisa looked at her, arms crossed.
"No killers yet, Lise." Charlette returned and pushed her way past
her into the hallway. She put her hand on the doorknob to her room .
Inside the room Debra, bound and gagged, threw herself hard against
the cords binding her to the bed.
The kidnapper led her two prisoners out of the closet once more
and pushed them on their faces on the floor. She took two short
pieces of cord and tied their ankles together then anchored the other
end of the rope to the coils pinning their arms to their sides. As the
girls squirmed and mmphed quietly, she slipped over to the door and
set her eye to the crack. Lisa and Charlette were still arguing over
what exactly was happening inside the house, and Charlette was
winning. She was completely convinced that there was nothing
suspicious going on. The kidnapper smiled behind her mask as she
watched the pair open the door to the other bedroom and step in. she
slid into the hallway a moment later an assumed a position close to
the door so she could listen in.
Charlette pushed the door open, looked at Debra tied and struggling
frantically and did a double take.
"What the ..."
"Deb ?" Lisa asked, not believing her eyes. The two girls rushed
forward to free their friend. Debra almost wept, she was so happy that
someone was rescuing her at long last. charlette untied the
cumbersome looking cloth gag from Debra's mouth, revealing that
underneath it had bee staunchly thoroughly taped shut.
"Jeeze. Someone wanted to make sure you didn't have a prayer of
screaming for help. Any luck with those knots, Lise ?"
"They're really tight, like little beads. They look like... Carol's knots !"
"Very observant." the kidnapper said with a smug expression in her
voice. She yanked off the stocking mask and threw it on the floor, she
pulled back the hammer on her pistol and waved it at the two girls.
Lisa and Charlette looked at each other. They raised her hands. Debra
glared at her over the tape gag.
"You're behind this ? You've been kidnapping us one by one ?"
Charlette asked.
"Yep. First it was Penny and Angela, they disappeared last night, not
that any of you sleepyheads noticed. Jodi this morning then Debra
Sara, and Brianna- though not necessarily in that order."
"This is starting to sound like an old horror movie." Charlette said
with a careful roll of her eyes.
"Where are they ? " Lisa asked
"You'll be joining them soon enough. Here," she tossed Lisa a roll
of duct tape, " You're becoming my temporary accomplice. Take that
tape and give Charlette a thorough binding and a sound gagging.
Leave the legs free though."
"Sure, sure." Lisa said unhappily, picked up the tape and walked
around the bed to Charlette. Charlette put her hands behind her back
and Lisa taped them together solidly with six turns of tape. Carol
made her wrap the tape around Charlette's body five times below her
shoulders and above her stomach, trapping her arms.
"Stuff this in her mouth," Carol said, passing Lisa a wad of white
cloth, " I don't want to hear a peep out of her."
"Forget it !" Charlette cried, twisting away.
"It's either that or Lisa can wrap the tape all the way around your
head." Carol stated.
Charlette glared at her," Very well." she said and opened her mouth.
Lisa wadded the cloth bit up tightly and pushed it between Charlette's
teeth. Charlette pursed her lips together around the ball of cloth as
Lisa applied the first strip of tape. She made a wide X over her mouth
then followed that with three horizontal strips going from jawbone to
jawbone. Lisa packed the tape down with her hands. Charlette
wriggled her face under the oppressive tape, thoroughly silenced.
"Your turn now, Lisa." Carol said, "No funny stuff !"
Lisa passed Carol the tape , turned around and put her hands
behind her back. Carol taped Lisa's hands together, criss-cross style
with six stout turns of tape. She taped the girl's arms to her sides as
she had done with Charlette.
"Your not going to stuff my mouth, are you ?" Lisa asked nervously.
"No, you're not as yappy as Charlette." Carol replied with a sweet
smile. She pressed four pieces of tape over Lisa's mouth and
plastered them down solidly. With Lisa and Charlette captured and of
no avail, Carol untied Debra from the bed and got her to her feet. She
herded the three captives down the hall and into the other bedroom
where Brianna and Sara still lay, struggling uselessly. She released
them from their hog-ties and had them join her growing cadre of
prisoners. Mumbling and mmphing, the four girls were led down the
stairs by their captor.
Carol opened the door, allowing her recent captures to see inside.
Sara and Brianna mmphed loudly at the sight of Penny and Angela
sitting bound and gagged in chairs on the dirty floor. Charlette and
Lisa caught a brief glimpse of them over the others shoulders and
exchanged curious looks. Far to the right, several broken straps of
black duct tape hung uselessly from a metal pole.
Carol, who had her back turned, pressed her mumbling captives
back with one hand and stepped through the door, looking supremely
confident. Jodi, pressed against the opposite wall lifted the piece of
cord she had tied to a nail and stretched it taut across the entrance.
Carol took another step, teetered and fell hard on her butt. Jodi
pounced on her with a dreadful shout. Carol shoved the tiny girl off of
her and tried to stand. Jodi, grabbed her legs and held on.
Penny and Angela lifted the ropes supposedly holding them in their
chairs and joined the fray. A fierce melee ensued. Jodi fell away first
only to rise up and rejoin the fight. Penny skittered back once and
then leapt on top of Carol, trying to pin her arms. Carol twisted and
growled as the girls grabbed wrists and elbows, knees and ankles,
pulling her flailing limbs out so she couldn't fight back. Brianna, Sara
and the other girls hopped up and down, mmphing cheers to the
brave girls as they clawed, wrestled and fought with their abductor.
In a few minutes, Carol was pinned to the floor, Penny holding her
arms, Angela her legs, with Jodi perched on her stomach.
"Alright, I give, I give." Carol gasped, wriggling in their collective
grip.
In short order, Jodi cut the others loose and we exacted out
collective vengeance on poor Carol. I use poor only in its most liberal
sense here. Those of us who had been her prisoners for all of the
previous night and most of the following day (willingly or not) found
the act of very securely binding and muffling her highly satisfying.
We allowed her the luxury of a black one piece swimsuit before
setting to work on her however. Dipping into her extensive stash of
tying stuff we gathered up some torn strips of white sheet, a roll of
plastic wrap, and some electrical tape (about a dozen rolls or so). We
tied her hands in front of her and tied a wide cloth gag over her
mouth. Jodi herded the former kidnapper into a far corner and made
her turn her back to us.
Charlette and Brianna came back from upstairs bearing a huge
inflated chaise lounge. They tossed it on the floor.
"What's that for ?" Carol asked nervously.
"You'll see, Miss Kidnapper." Charlette replied smugly.
"Let's stuff her in the steam bath !" Debra cried.
"We don't want to kill her." Lisa admonished.
"Maybe YOU don't." Debra snapped," I was tied to that bed forever ."
"Excuse me ?" Angela asked incredulously," Penny and I were tied
to those chairs over there all night and most of today, not that anyone
here noticed. We should decide what happens to her."
"Steam bath." Debra affirmed, stamping her foot.
"I think we should each take turns with her, like she did with us."
Brianna suggested, All of us individually get to tie her up and gag her
and keep her prisoner for a while.
"That'll take a while." Sara said," I want to tie her butt up for a few
millennia for this one !"
"I'll settle this," Charlette said. She waved us all together and
whispered her design. After some giggling we pounced on Carol with
renewed vengeance.
About a half hour later, we were done. Carol lay immobile on the
chaise lounge, which had been placed on two sawhorses. She was
bound at hands and feet with cloth strips, the hands in front of her,
additional bands of white cloth pinned her arms to her sides and
served as initial binding, holding her to the inflatable. We had
wrapped plastic wrap around her, cocooning her from toes to
shoulders, attaching her immovably to the lounge. This was
reinforced with electrical tape, in wide bands at her ankles, knees,
waist as well as above and below her elbows. Her gag was reinforced
as well with additional layers of cloth tied over it then a heavy wrap of
tight electrical tape over it. Carol's face turned red from the pressure
of the gagging. She could move her shoulders a bit but movement
was impossible. She mumbled something at us.
"Now here's the deal." Charlette explained," Carol stays tied to the
lounge for the rest of the vacation. If she escapes, whoever gets her,
can tie her up their way for s long as they want."
"Including the steam bath ?" Debra asked.
We all looked at her.
"You want to join her ?" Angela asked, pointing.
Debra didn't answer. It was agreed. Carol would stay strapped to the
chaise lounge for the duration. It took all of us to lift her and the
inflatable and carry her back upstairs. We put her on the floor in the
kitchen. Carol looked at each of us in turn, muttering angrily.
"You brought this on yourself." Sara said, shaking her finger at her.
"Yeah, now who wants pizza ?!" Penny asked.
The girls cheered and after a flurry of changing clothes and getting
wallets and keys together, we left for the nearby town to eat, leaving
Carol muttering, imprisoned where she was.
Her time in captivity proved very instructional because Carol wisely
decided not to try to escape her confinement. We let her go after we
came back from the pizza place and spent the rest of the vacation
peacefully.
The End
