Abductions in Elswood-IC

[zydrate]

Please see the OOC for questions and such.

In the small town of Elswood, something strange was happening. Now, here in Elswood, not much of anything goes on. There are mostly elderly couples living here to spend the rest of their days, or married couples with children. The small town could even be considered as a big community. Almost everyone knew each other by name, so there weren't many secrets that people didn't already know.

The crime rate was almost invisible, it was so low that there was only one police station in the whole town. There would be the occasional kid who shoplifted for the first time, or maybe a fight that went to far, but nothing serious. So when there was a breaking news broadcast aired live on a Tuesday afternoon, everyone was shocked.

First one, and then two young girls were abducted in the past two weeks. No one knew where they were, or if they were alive or not. No one was prepared for this to happen, not the police, and definitely not the grieving parents.

The police figured that they got picked up off the road and got taken into the city. There wasn't much they could do but contact to city police and warn them and ask them to be on the look out.

 

[poohlive]

Today Reed began to scout.

Elswood reminded him of one of those wholesome towns on tv. He almost could imagine granny setting an apple pie on the windowsill to cool in one of the lavish suburban homes crawling over this place. Wherever he went people were nice, friendly and knew each others names.

Reed didn't like it.

Something about the whole thing made his skin crawl.

He stood out like a sore thumb, first of all. With his nearly shaved head except for a small patch of mohawk running down the middle, several tattoos and the heavy leather jacket despite the rather warm weather, Reed stood out amongst the northeastern natives.

He hated it with a passion.

But, this would be good business. So Reed did what he always did in tense situations, he put on a fake smile and lied out of his fucking ass. He would shake the hand of almost everyone he met, asking them how their day was, how the weather might turn out, even complaining about the price of gas going up. Could you just believe it, gosh darn to heck?

He hated himself for this little act, but it also served its purpose. Today was all about gathering information.

Today was about finding out who they wanted from Elswood.

He saw a couple of girls outside an ice cream shop. They wore matching sundresses and looked like they might be related. Maybe sisters. Sisters would put up a good price. He wrote down a note of them.

He saw one girl riding a bike across town, some little scooter thing that looked like it would fit in quite well here. She had caramel skin. He made a note of her.

Yes, as small and delightful as this town was, the crop of girls here was just outstanding. Reed put in a text to his partner that he would have another girl in by the end of the week. There would be no need to delay any further. This place was just ripe for the picking.

Reed found himself in the middle of town. There was a small park here with a water fountain. He sat sideways on his Harley, reading over some of his notes from the local college. He didn't really seem to be paying much attention.

Although, every once in a while his careful eyes would look up, to see if anyone else might look good enough to go for a ride.

Careful predatory eyes, slowly taking a look at the girls in Elswood. Dark thoughts were behind those eyes.

 

[thestruggle]

The last tray of tarts was nearly finished. Emma had piped in the lemon cream base and was methodically topping each golden brown pastry shell with an assortment of fruits. After placing a raspberry strategically next to some lined up kiwi, she stretched out her spine and was rewarded with a series of pops.

“Mmmmmmff, that's amaaazing,” Emma groaned. The collection of tarts were for Meranda Rider's baby shower the next afternoon and had taken most of the day to complete. The work was exacting but rewarding; Emma had discovered that the utmost attention to detail and quality had made her bakery the most sought after catering service in the area. The business and praise more than made up for a few aches in her back at the end of the day.

Emma brushed some loose strands of dark red hair escaping out of her messy bun from the corner of her eye and glanced at the girl working steadily alongside her. Lucy had a tiny smile playing at the corners of her mouth, no doubt amused at her employer's lighthearted complaint of implied aging. It was a common enough theme, even though Emma had just turned twenty three in April and was often mistaken for a much younger age. Emma was fresh-faced and petite, with mischievous gray eyes and a lust for life that was almost palpable. Lucy and the other pastry assistant Mae sincerely enjoyed working for Emma, who was a generous and easygoing boss.

Emma grinned and started to cover the tart trays with waxed paper. “I know,” she sighed exaggeratedly, “I'm just so decrepit I can barely cater an event anymore. You can hear these knees creaking across town.”

“If that was the case, I seriously doubt that we'd be so high in demand,” Lucy said dryly. “I get the feeling a hobbling pastry caterer wouldn't sell so many tarts.”

Setting aside five pastries, Emma rolled her shoulders back and placed the rest in the cooler to sit until they were picked up the next day. The ones she had separated would be taken along to her parents' house for dinner: Emma's mother loved lemon pastry cream.

Emma and Lucy then swiftly began going through the closing routine, putting away treats and materials and wiping down every conceivable surface. When at last Emma retrieved her purse hanging from the hook inside the storeroom, the light outside the bakery was growing duskier by the second. She chanced a swift look in the mirror hanging on the door; she didn't want to look like a complete slob to her parents. The lightweight blue t shirt she wore hung just right on her frame, with a miraculous lack of unfortunate bakery stains. The denim cutoffs she had on were a little short, but the weather was continuously heating up and she couldn't imagine it would make a serious difference. She pulled a beaten up pair of flip flops out of the cupboard next to the doorway and changed out her tennis shoes for the more comfortable sandals. Emma's toes instantly curled in contentment at being freed from the constraints of her shoes.

Lucy had been patiently waiting by the door and held it open as Emma moved through with her tarts and purse and shoes. The lights were clicked off inside the bakery and the key slipped into the lock.

“Have fun at your parents'. Tell Jack and Marie I said hello, and especially tell Marie I said thank you for the rosemary plant she gave me from that garden of hers,” Lucy said as they both moved away from the door.

“Oh, I will. Remember that we have to be in by 7 tomorrow to box up those tarts in time for the 9 am pick up,” Emma called to her assistant's retreating form. Not sure if Lucy was even watching, Emma flapped a careless wave over her shoulder and settled the items in her arms more comfortably. The darkening light gave a pearly sort of glow to her pale skin, and her vibrant red hair caught sparks from the streetlamps that were turning on down the street. Emma's parents lived four blocks away on Pearson Avenue, and the walk was a restful way for her to unwind after a long day of baking. She eased into a pace that was swift but not hurried, and enjoyed the evening air in her lungs.

 

[Magister26]

Hans was sitting comfortably in his office, looking through the window and admiring how calm Elswood was. He actually saw this place as some sort of vacation. He knew that even though this town was boring as hell for someone as urban as him, it would be very lucrative if he played his cards right.

Sipping on his brandy, the man that was known in the underworld as The Dealer consulted the secret files on his personal laptop and grinned. Walter Mansfield, the reporter that was about to shed some light on his previous operation had been killed in a terrible car accident. This was clearly the organization cleaning a mess. Hans knew that even though it had been done as a favor for his loyalty, the group would not tolerate another failure. The Elswood operation WOULD succeed. With him as its organizer or not.

The vibration on his cellphone brought Hans back to reality. It was his new partner, a man called Reed. The man had come greatly recommended by associates of the organization. Reed was texting him about his first scouting and about the fact that the town was ripe with potential "candidates". Smiling, Hans answered: Good. Everything is already prepared for their arrival at the mansion. Bring us two guests. If you can find a redhead, the price is high on them these days.

Putting back his cellphone in its holster, The Dealer finished his drink and walked out his office, politely saluting his secretary before driving back to his recently bought mansion outside of town. He would prepare the place for the guests.

 

[zydrate]

Another day, another dollar.

It was one of those days when Cherie was glad the day was finally over. She was getting out of work late... a usual routine for the past week since the medical records person was out on maternity leave. Since Cherie didn't know the files too well, it kept her at the doctor's office pretty late, causing her to walk home alone, in the early evening.

Although there were some days when it was really dark..thankfully this wasn't one of those times.

With her headphones on, her MP3 blasted the newest Sweet Symphony song, her favorite group. She wasn't aware of her surroundings, as one in her situation should be... her only concern right now was getting home and getting something to eat before vegging out online for the rest of the night.

Only to start it all over again tomorrow. She had no real friends and kept mostly to herself.

Ahhhh... life in a new town truly sucked.

 

[poohlive]

In his notes there were three redheads in town that met his group's particular set of high standards. He had found one in college balancing school work with an active social life that made sure at least a dozen friends were around her at all times. While she fit the bill, Reed would be hard pressed to try and find her by herself.

It would be a hard take. Doable, but hard.

The second one actually spent most of her time alone, but she also happened to be 6 months pregnant. Reed thought that might turn some guy's on, but he didn't trust himself enough to hand such fragile cargo. Smart as Reed was, he also enjoyed his job far too much to be gentle.

People called Reed a lot of things; gentle wasn't one of them.

That left Tart.

He didn't actually know her name. Reed had gone over his notes and had forgotten to write it down. Instead he just kept calling her Tart. She had fiery red hair and worked in a bakery, what else would he call her?

Reed could think of a few choice names he might yell at her when she was naked and begging for his cock. That would come much later though, for now she had a cute nickname in his notebook.

Tart.

That's the one he'd bring over.

He hot wired a van. There would be no point in taking anyone from his bike so the van became essential. He found one in a used car lot. These were the best places to steal from because it took days for them to figure out it was stolen, and by that time Reed would have ditched it by the side of the road somewhere upstate.

It was a dirty white color and ran like shit, but it did run. He had taken the time to gut the insides of all the seats, leading just a nice carpeted back area for his work. He liked that.

He drove down to where Tart lived, but on his way across town something caught his eye.

A flash of blonde.

Is that right?

Reed flipped a bitch and caught sight of her again. Oh yes, blonde indeed. She stirred up something very real in Reed as he drove passed her. It brought back nostalgia to the first time he lurked the streets to find someone, anyone, wanting to hurt them, wanting to heal himself. Reed lost himself in a moment, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.

She didn't even notice him. She must be listening to something on her ipod, completely immune to the rest of the world.

Life didn't get any better than this.

Reed turned around once more and drove in front of her. He parked the van on her side of the road, turning the engine off. He angled the passenger side mirror so he could see as she walked up next to the van.

He was in the back, waiting.

Reed bought all the essential; rope, duct tape and a blindfold. He had his gun in the cuff of his jeans and a butterfly switchblade in his pants pocket. He found himself ready for anything. She could run, she could fight or she could cooperate.

Either way, in about ten seconds she was going to be his new toy.

Blonde walked by the van. He didn't know, but he thought she looked up at him once. A twinge of fear came as he thought she saw him looking through the mirror. He didn't have time to react though, flinging open the side van door and jumping out at her.

It was over in two seconds. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and slammed her into the side of the van. He pressed himself against her, his body on top of hers. He could feel her feminine curves, smell her scent, taste the fear on her skin. He wanted to fuck her right here and now.


He yanked out the earphones from her ears so she could hear him. A moment's blast of some random pop song came to Reed, but then it was lost in the rest of the shuffle.

He hissed at her between his teeth, hot breath on her neck

"You scream and I kill you," he looked first down on side of the street and then another. Empty as twilight twinkled its last in the distance. It would be night soon.

He'd have to hurry if he still wanted to pick up Tart tonight.

Reed's grip on the back of the girl's neck tightened, so she could feel the strength of him. Not just strength, controlled strength. Eager strength, ready strength. He wanted to tell her just what she was dealing with. Sometimes in the heat of the moment little girls forget how big and bad the wolf is. Reed only wanted to remind her for a second.

"Now get in the can, nice and slow. You do as I say little girl and I promise not to hurt one pretty little hair on your head. You understand me?"

He spoke in a low tone of authority that told measures. His docile voice spoke far more than he could ever tell her. He had broken many a new toy just trying to get them into the van. He didn't know if this one would want to test him, but he was certainly ready to play.

Reed licked the bottom of her ear, a small giggle coming from him as he waited to see what she would do.

 

[zydrate]

It all happened so damn fast that Cherie didn't have time to react until after her body was slammed against the dirty van. Her heart was racing and her eyes darted around, looking for anyone she could scream to!

Her stomach turned when she heard him tell her not to scream! It was like he was reading her mind. His body was pushing against hers, literally suffocating her. With her arms at her sides, Cherie nodded at his words, her eyes shutting hard and a voice screaming that this was all some part of a nightmare...that's it...it had to bed...

So why wouldn't she wake up?

"Now get in the can, nice and slow. You do as I say little girl and I promise not to hurt one pretty little hair on your head. You understand me?"

Cherie wanted to tell him 'No! Get the fuck away from me!' but she knew he wasn't playing around. This was no nightmare, she knew right away when she felt him lick her ear...

Could she fight him? No... well, maybe, but she was too scared to do anything. With a few quick jerks of her head, indicating that yes, she understood him.

Cooperate... A voice in her head told her. You're less likely to get hurt if you just do as he says for the time being...

Why was it easier said than done? With his grip still hard on her hair, Cherie complied and got into the van, slowly, ready for a chance to get away. But of course, it didn't happen...

 

[poohlive]

Reed saw fight in this girl. Her eyes sparkled in a way that Reed had seen before. He enjoyed seeing it. It meant defiance. She wanted to run, or fight or scream or do anything except what he wanted her to do.

Good. He liked when there was a little fight. She disappointed him when she steeled herself against it and instead moved into the van. If he weren't on such a tight schedule he might get the chance to bring that rebellious streak out of her, play with her nice and slow.

But, time is never on Reed's side.

Instead he followed her into the van. He held onto her shirt as she climbed in. He pushed her down into the carpeted floor and climbed in behind her. He never let her go, never gave her an inch to move.

Reed slammed the door shut. At once the world left them. The steel walls of the vehicle trapped her in here, away from prying eyes with no real escape. She belonged to him now. She might not realized it yet, but she belonged to him.

She had just become his little plaything.

"Put your hands behind your back, or I break them," He spoke louder now. His voice held a silken edge to it that made him feel like he was a nurse asking her to sit down on the bench and wait for the doctor. This was just procedure, simply follow orders.

He grabbed the duct tape and wrapped her wrists together several times. It wouldn't hold forever, but it would do until they made it back to the mansion. He lapped the tape around her ankles as well.

"We're just going for a little ride," He said, grabbing the girl and flipping her around so she could sit upright. He looked down at her. Damn if she didn't look like the prettiest little present under the Christmas tree.

He stepped back, took out his phone and snapped a picture. He turned the phone around so she could see it.

"Don't you look good enough to eat," Reed had a shit eating grin on his face.

"You a virgin little girl? You ever had someone between those pretty little legs of yours?"

Reed made sure the side door of the van was locked before he jumped into the driver's seat and started it up. Reed drove off, looking back at his first victim through the rear view mirror.

"It's ok... you can talk now."

 

[zydrate]

"It's ok... you can talk now."

Of course Cherie wasn't going to talk just because he said so. She took a good look at her kidnapper. He was stocky, built...covered in tattoos. For some reason she had a feeling she had seen him around town but never really paid attention.

She caught his eye, there was a certain crazy glint in his eyes, yet he was so focused.

Cherie tried to struggle at the tape binding her hands behind her...it was no use, no matter how much she worked them, it seemed to tighten more and more...

She could feel him looking at her every now and then, a good amount of his attention was focused on the road so she took that time to scoot closer behind him and start kicking at his seat!!!

"YOU FUCKER!! LET ME GO!!!!!" She screamed as she kicked at the back of his seat!!! Cherie didn't let up, she may have cooperated when he grabbed her but that didn't mean she was just going to let this happen or make it easy from here on out!

 

[poohlive]

Reed actually found himself quite surprised. He had seen fight in her earlier, but for some reason it hadn't come out before. The adrenaline had shot through her body and in the end she found the urge to cooperate. Now though, that fight returned. Instead of being a good little girl she chose to piss him off.

Reed drove the van faster to the mansion. He had to sit as forward in his seat as possible to stop from being jerked violently when she kicked it. Still the van would swerve from one side of the road to the other, Reed did everything he could to stay in control.

His temper began to boil over.

He didn't see a lovelier sight than the mansion on the horizon. He pulled the van off the road, down a long driveway and to the front steps. He skidded to a stop and turned around to see his little plaything.

"Oh sweetheart, you just made my day."

He was on top of her in a second, leaping into the back with her and grabbing her throat. His tough hands could feel her soft skin and a kind of demented shiver ran down his spine. He didn't want to hurt her, not just yet. The most he wanted was just to scare her, threaten her. He didn't choke her, but his intimate fingers held a close grip on such a vulnerable area of hers.

She was on her back, and at this angle he lay almost on top of her.

"I just asked a simple question... if anyone had ever touched you."

He reached down and began to unbutton her jeans just getting them loose enough so he can get his hand down there. If she dared to struggle he would tighten the grip on her throat just enough so she could feel the strength behind his grasp.

"You don't wanna answer my questions little girl, then I guess I have to find out for myself."

He slipped her underwear to the side and a feral moan escaped Reed's lips when he felt the first brush of her raw cunt.

"There you are," Delighted eyes looked down at his prize.

 

[zydrate]

He had shoved his fingers against her pussy so hard that she could feel the violence eminate from his touch! Cherie wanted to scream again but with the hold he had on her throat, she thought better of it.

She was still struggling against the tape around her wrists but it was no use.

Another thought hit her and for some reason she knew she would pay for it but she still had to let him know she was NOT going down easy!! Cherie brought her knees up hard, making contact with his sides but because of the way her ankles were also taped up, she couldn't really make it a worthwhile shot.

"Get away...from...me!!!" She cried out as she closed her legs on his hand! But it was no use as she felt his fingers pinch the outside of her pussy hard, making her scream in pain.

 

[Magister26]

Hans was calmly reading his emails at his desk when he heard the sound of a van entering the garage. Closing the computer, he grabbed a pair a leather gloves and went down slowly, giving time to his associate to enjoy their new guest's company.

Since his former partner had received a promotion to set up his own operation down South in another country, Hans had worked alone, having not found the best candidate yet. When he had received a phone call from his contact in the Warlocks, The Dealer had finally found a good partner. A violent man with a brain! Someone with enough guts and instinct to succeed in that kind of business. Since then, Hans had left the "removal" part to Reed while he took care of finding customers. Both of them took part in the training, usually working together on one candidate but also sometimes each of them choosing one favorite.

Curious to see what kind of girl Reed had picked up, Hans put the gloves on and walked into the garage and was surprised to hear her scream. Opening the back door, Dealer saw the biker on top of a beautiful blonde. The kind of girl that seemed to have an attitude, attitude that the two partners would enjoy breaking to a point where the bitch would become the perfect little doll.

"Well well partner, what have you brought us? A blonde? I suppose this one is a bonus. I am starting to know you well enough to know that when you see someone with potential, you don't hesitate and bring her back. What will be her nickname?"

Hans moved back, taking a collar on a shelf, ready to put it around her delicate neck as soon as she would be out of the van.

 

[poohlive]

Reed grunted from the pain, but he didn't flinch. His body was made of granite, her desperate attempts to try and get him off of her met with only a small laugh from him. She needed to squirm some more.

He wondered if he should take the tape off, just to make it more of a challenge.

The door in the back of the van flung open though. Reed paused from his work long enough to acknowledge his partner. The struggling little victim beneath him had the bulk of his attention. He found that he rather enjoyed teasing her pussy, pinching and pulling.

Reed did finally rise to his feet though. The moment of perhaps teaching this little girl a lesson had passed. Down to business as usual. He grabbed her by the hair and drug her out the back of the van, making her fall down to the cold pavement below.

"Nicknname? I just saw her walking down the street. I didn't get enough time to grab a nickname off of her."

Reed flipped her over and grabbed her wallet, pulling out the driver's license.

"Ah, ain't that a cute little name," He smiled, showing it to Hans.

"We should call her Cherry."

He stuck Cherry's wallet into his own back pocket.

"I got the other one still waiting though. You wanna deal with this while I go get seconds?"

 

[Magister26]

Hans chuckled when he heard is partner's proposition for their first captive's nickname. Cherry. He sure hoped they would have the privilege to break hers.

"Sure, I will bring her to her new room while you go pick up our second guest. I am sure, considering your taste, that you will bring us the perfect complement to this fighty little blonde..."

Grabbing her by the hair, Hans dragged the first captive coming from Elswood into the basement of his mansion and towards the secret section he called The Dungeon. This place was soundproof and made to keep a maximum of ten girls in captivity. There was an independent water, air and electricity supply, automated doors made of stainless steel and lots of toys. Everything was planned to allow the girls to survive without the outside world for months and for his team to prepare the girls for their future customers.

The Dealer finally stopped inside a large room filled with cameras and lights. Everything was linked to a computer that was programmed to record everything and upload it on the organization website. There, there would be bets for the girls once her training would be completed. Dropping the girl in the middle of the room, Hans placed her wrists in leather manacles that were linked to a set of chains connected to the ceiling. Once he finished securing her wrists into the manacles, the German moved to the computer and clicked on a button, starting the machine that would lift her off the floor. Hans made sure she would remain in an uncomfortable position on her toes and returned to her side, admiring her body without touching it....yet.

 

[poohlive]

"Bye bye Cherry pie..." Reed exaggerated a wave as he watched her being "escorted" away. Hans would definitely treat her right. If anyone knew how to deal with a challenge, it would be him. Cherry seemed eager to be broken in.

She had come to the right place.

Reed jumped back into the van and swung the doors closed. He had one more stop to make. He drove back to town. The dying evening light gave him a sense of urgency, as if he were already late. He didn't know why, but Reed usually trusted his gut instinct. If he felt a need to hurry, Reed hurried.

He did know where Tart lived. It didn't take much to find out information in a small town like this. People were so nice and friendly. Reed could give a smile and a handshake and get someone's bank account number. Nice friendly people live here in Elmwood, yessirre!

The van roared down the suburban streets, searching for his lost Tart. Unfortunately for her, he didn't need to go that far. He saw her just two blocks from her place, walking down the road without a care in the world.

One look around revealed empty houses and looming elm trees that provided almost the perfect cover. One more street in a quiet town, and Reed's behemoth van is the only thing stopping that serenity.

Reed didn't bother with being subtle this time. He swerved the van just in front of her, tires squealing and his horn honking just as he stopped a few feet from her. Just close enough to give her a start.

"Shit..." He cried out, stepping out of the van to get a better look at her. The hot little redhead with an innocent smile and a flawless body. He tried his best to keep the darker thoughts in check, but it was not easy. The monster had found his prey.

"Did you see that dog just run out into the street like that? Made me almost hit you. I'm so sorry, are you all right?"

He held his hand to shake hers, gripping it tightly. Reed gave her a once over, looking down her side for a better look. He could pretend to care if it meant staring at her for a few more moments. As much as he wanted to run his fingers over her to see if she was ok, he decided not to. That might step over some line.

Not that it would matter in about two minutes.

"You can't be too careful around here, you know that. I'm so glad you are all right. I'm sorry... what is your name? Do you need a ride anywhere?"

 

[thestruggle]

Emma had decided against staying at her parents' for dinner. The next day was going to be so long and hectic that she couldn't imagine rolling through it on less than eight hours of sleep. The call of her bed with its smooth sheets and pillows was too much to resist. She had given the tarts to her mother (much to Marie's delight) and promised to come by as soon as she could for dinner. Her father walked with her as far as the sidewalk and then gave her a hug.

“Be careful walking home in the dark, Emmy,” he said, his brow wrinkled with worry.

“I know, Dad,” Emma laughed, exasperated. “You say this every time! I'll be fine. Love you.”

“Love you too, sweetpea,” Jack watched her walk away and then turned and went back into the house.

She started out towards her place, which was only five or six blocks from her parents'. Elswood was so small she could have named every person in every house on the short walk home. But it wasn't a bad thing. Emma liked the community, the closeness and relaxed pace. It suited her, especially when work was so busy. The walk was like a balm, the evening air wrapped around her and the trees framing stars above. She swung her tennis shoes at her side, not minding the bumps they made against her leg. The stars always looked so much bigger here at home. Her head was tilting back, gazing at the sky.

HONK HONK.

The squealing of tires brought Emma out of her reverie with a huge start, and she gave a small scream. She had dropped her shoes and purse as soon as she realized how close the vehicle was. The van was white with a dirty hue to it, like it hadn't been washed in long time. Emma's heart kept pumping and she noticed she was quaking all over, her hands wouldn't keep still. She brought them to her throat as the van's owner ran up to her.

“Did you see that dog just run out into the street like that? Made me almost hit you. I'm so sorry, are you all right?”

She felt his hand on hers and relaxed a little. “Oh, my God. No, I didn't see the dog. I-I...” Emma held her hand to her forehead for a second. “I nearly had a heart attack, I'm sorry, give me a second.”

Taking a few deep breaths she finally felt her shaking subside. “I'm fine, I'll be alright. I was just really, really startled,” Emma said haltingly.

“You can't be too careful around here, you know that. I'm so glad you are all right. I'm sorry... what is your name? Do you need a ride anywhere?” the man asked.

Emma took a second while she was calming down to study the driver. He was cute, a little rougher. She couldn't really make out the tattoos on his arms in the evening light but they looked extensive. He was a nice guy to avoid hitting the dog, even if it had made him almost run her over. Reminded, Emma looked around briefly to see if she could see the animal. It was nowhere in sight. Must have gotten pretty spooked by all the noise.

“Tell me about it, my dad was just lecturing me about that,” she laughed ruefully. “I told him I'd be fine. Well, I am. But I mean-”

Emma realized she was babbling and blushed. “I'm sorry, I'm Emma. I just had my head in the clouds, I guess. I should have seen you coming. What's your name?”

Realizing he had offered her a ride, she hesitated. She hadn't seen him around before. In a town this small, you saw everyone at one point or another. Then again, she had been gone until a year ago and this guy could be a guy that traveled. He looked like a biker. She had thought most bikers were tougher, more gruff, but this guy was really solicitous. Emma felt like he was really contrite about the whole accident. Her place was only two blocks away. Nothing could happen in that amount of time. Too bad I didn't save a few tarts. I could have given him one. There were no warning bells going off in her head. Emma prided herself on her instincts. Where was the harm?

“Well... I guess a ride would be okay. But straight to my place, okay? I've got a really early day tomorrow,” she said, smiling at him a little.

 

[poohlive]

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, my name is Ryan."

Reed had to admit, the few times he tried a certain unassuming charm came to him. It was as if the monster deep within could somehow leave, being replaced by an almost normal human being. He looked like the kind of guy who would swerve out of the way not to hit a poor stray dog trying to cross the street.

"Come on in, Emma, your chariot awaits."

He led her over to the passenger side of the van, opening the door for her. He even held her hand as she stepped in. A gentleman all the way. One look in the back might reveal his other intentions, but Reed didn't care about that right now. He hopped into the driver's seat, putting the van in reverse.

"Away we go."

He pressed the button to lock her passenger side door. The click really couldn't be heard over the roar of the engine and his own sweet voice speaking to her. He pulled the van down the same way she had been walking. At least for the moment nothing would seem out of place. They could both pretend innocence for a bit longer.

Not too much. Somewhere within him, Reed already wanted to see her naked, bleeding, screaming out as he forced his cock into her.

"Just straight home then? Such a shame. It's an early evening with the stars out. You ever just go lay out in the country somewhere, staring up at them? I got to do that the other day. Beautiful. You never realize what you are missing until you catch a glimpse."

Reed turned his van away from the city, going down a long road that led into the forest.

"So, is it me or do you smell a bit like strawberry tart?"

 

[thestruggle]

“Nice to meet you too, Ryan,” Emma replied. The guy was a charmer, she had to admit. That's not necessarily such a bad thing. I need a little charm, considering the bottom feeders that usually come my way.

Emma felt a small thrill of daring when Ryan led her over to the van. She had never done anything like this before, never taken a ride from a stranger or hopped into an unfamiliar vehicle. The high she was getting from the interaction appeared in her cheeks, her face was suffused with pink. She waited while he opened the door and then tried to stay graceful as she clambered into the passenger seat.

The inside of the van smelled like motor oil and dust, with a bit of gasoline in there somewhere. It wasn't a displeasing odor: it smelled like man. The seat was rough underneath her thighs and Emma squirmed a little to get more comfortable. She looked through the dirty windshield and saw how dark it had gotten. Well, at least I'll be home quick. I won't have to walk in the dark this way.

Emma was about to turn around and look in the back when Ryan opened the driver's side door; the hinges groaned and the noise distracted her. She didn't want to look like she was snooping so she quickly snapped back into her seat, fumbling for the seat belt at her side.

“Great. I live about two blocks down, in the little yellow house,” Emma said, a little nervous about telling him where she lived but a little pleased too. I can take care of myself.

She had to clamp down on a hysterical giggle that threatened to pop out. I'm acting like such a kid. This is ridiculous! It's not like it's the first time a guy's shown good manners. Maybe I just really wanted to meet someone.

“Well, I have really early mornings,” she remarked as he reversed the van. “It's too bad but I enjoy my work, so it's a price I'm happy to pay.”

She smiled at his comment about the stars, “I have. They're beautiful, and the sky looks so much bigger...” Her voice trailed off as they approached her house. “This is me, up on the right.”

Emma pointed at her home, which Ryan passed.

“Sorry, that was it. Back there, the yellow... The yellow house...” She felt the first flash of wrongness, that something was off. “Hey, did you not hear me? That house, back there. That's me, you're going too far.”

The van kept moving, with Ryan ignoring her increasingly loud voice. “Where the hell are we going? HEY!” Emma tried hard to control her panic, trying to catalog the circumstances.

Then, something happened that made her heart sink into the bottom of her stomach.

“So, is it me or do you smell a bit like strawberry tart?”

Emma couldn't stop the terrified, “What?” that burst from her mouth. It preempted the violent wave of bile that she could feel rising in her throat, the fear pricking at her temples. “Let me out! Where the hell are you taking me? Oh, Jesus.”

“Stop the car! Please, let me out. Please, please, I won't tell anyone. I won't say a word. Just stop the car and let me out.” She screamed the last few words. Her fingers were frantic to find purchase on the seat belt buckle, her brain moving a mile a minute. Oh God, oh God. Please get me out of this van, please please PLEASE.

 

[poohlive]

This was the best part for Reed. He drank it in, eyes half closed as if he were enjoying a fine wine. The first few moments of fear and panic, when the mind is lost in irrational movement and action were pure ecstasy to him.

He had felt so damned rush with Cherry's pick, he didn't have time to savor the terror, to invoke any real emotion from her. He forced her to choose and she did, having to fight with him after. Maybe that had been his problem, he hadn't scared her enough.

It wouldn't do any good now. With Hans training her she would be afraid soon enough.

And now Reed could enjoy the finger things. A simple drive in the back roads of America. A fine scent of baked goods wafting in the air, and a young girl realizing she had just made the biggest mistake of her life.

Reed slammed on the brakes. The entire behemoth of a van came to a sliding stop. For a moment everything pulled to the front. Reed's own seat belt crushed against his chest. He could see actual blue smoke churn up from the front tires.

They came to a stop, Reed thrown back into his seat. He unlatched his belt to move on Tart. He moved slowly, but with purpose, the same way a shark might move in the water. It was all fluid, each action a transition into the next until he had his hand against her throat.

"I'm gonna taste you," He whispered as he squeezed her throat closed. He wanted...

no...

no...

He needed her to panic right now. He held her fast in her seat, not so much to stop her from struggling, but just so he could feel it. He wanted to feel the struggle, the fight of her, the utter chaos, unsure even what to fight for, or against. He wanted to feel her claw at him, unable to move him even the smallest bit.

He wanted to feel her lose.

"I am gonna pry your legs open, expose that cunt of yours and have my fill. Little tart, you gonna taste sweet for me, aren't out?"

He needed to see her eyes. He leaned back far enough to face her now. He had a smile, just enough to show his mild amusement. His grip was like stone, his eyes were dark and dead inside. The only flicker of life shown in the interest of her, what she might do.

 

[thestruggle]

Click.

The seat belt button finally released underneath her agitated purchase. Emma yanked her body free of the strap and grabbed the door handle with both hands. Oh my God, it's locked. Locked. She should have known, should have realized that it wouldn't be so simple. For one crazy moment of clear thought, Emma confirmed that this had been planned. Strawberry tart. It was beyond imagining, how he had tracked her and now kidnapped her.

FIND A WAY OUT OF THIS VAN.

She gripped the door handle until her knuckles were white from the strain. Emma had started sobbing without realizing it, her vision was blurred. It added to her overall panic and made seeing nearly impossible. Her fists hit the glass of the window. She screamed for help at the empty surroundings, dully aware in the back of her brain that there was no one out there. No one could hear a girl screaming in a rundown van that smelled of oil.

Screech!

As Ryan slammed on the brakes Emma was tossed forwards into the dash. She hit her shoulder painfully and scraped her knee. The sharp sting was enough to quiet her for a moment before she became overwhelmed again, the pain adding to her current burden. Emma pushed herself into her seat, feeling his eyes crawling all over her. Get away, make yourself small. Push your back on the door, do something. She could barely breathe; her sobbing had rendered her almost airless.

“Nooo...” Emma moaned when his fingers touched her throat. She was desperate to look away from his eyes, so dead and flat. His grip, so cold and invasive.

“I'm gonna taste you.”

Her eyes became wild, and she began to struggle. She scratched her nails on his arm holding her neck, digging them in as hard as she could. Emma felt his flesh give way beneath the crescent moons of her fingernails, hoping with hatred that he would bleed. Fight. Good girl. Feeling a measure of strength return to her, she mustered as much courage as she could. There was barely any saliva left in her mouth but what she could get up to her lips, she spat in his face with as much force as she could manage.

“You're crazy! LET ME GO! Let me out of this van!” Emma tried to scream but her voice was hoarse. She wished immediately that she could take back her spit, as her mouth was completely dry. Let him keep it on his awful face.

“I am gonna pry your legs open, expose that cunt of yours and have my fill. Little tart, you gonna taste sweet for me, aren't you?” His words were low and menacing. Like he had all the time in the world. All the time he wanted in this van in the woods.

It terrified her.

Her legs locked together as tight as they would go. His grip on her throat was becoming painful with every rejecting movement she made but she had to do it. Her mouth was raw and tasted like sawdust. Her eyes burned and quivered with tears that would no longer come. With one hand Emma tried to reach out and claw him again, but he had leaned so far back her petite limb couldn't stretch to gain purchase. Her other hand attacked his hand at her throat.

There was no give, no lessening.

He was a slowly falling ax. He was a boat sinking. He was coming at her in increments, slow and methodical.

Emma felt everything become futile. The desire to protect herself was the only thing left.

 

[poohlive]

Reed emerged as an artist before her. She would become his unmolded clay and transform into a masterpiece of pain and pleasure. She would stand as a living avatar to sensation, her own body a conduit through which Reed's own craft could finally emerge.

It was this thought that truly excited Reed.

She pleasured him in a way no woman had before, bowing to his power. Even the grip of her thighs closing shut told him volumes. Her body flailed uselessly, reaching for handhelds that would never come, pleading for help that only sounds as music to her tormentor.

He climbed into her seat, knees digging into the upholstery around her. The poor van's seat hadn't expected two lovers at once and it groaned in frustration. For a moment it felt like the whole thing would snap off, tumbling them both into the back of the van, but stubborn steel kept them close together.

He could smell the shampoo in her hair.

The contact of them became electric. He felt more of her now, thigh on thigh, her chest heaving against his own in desperation for each breath of air she could manage.

He wondered if she truly felt alive now that every gulp of air could potentially be her last. He imagined this moment, above any other, was one she lived in the most. No air would taste quite as sweet as the one forced down between her rapist's clenched fist. No color quite as bright as the landscape beyond her rapist's cold dead eyes.

Reed caught one of her hands as she tried to strike him. He felt unsure if that meant she was going to slap him, hit him or maybe just scratch. He tightened the grip on her wrist with a child-like ease. He enjoyed the feeling of her muscle and tendon slowly bending, grinding against bone.

Slowly he pulled her hand over her head, keeping it there.

"Naughty girl, trying to hurt me?" He couldn't help but laugh, a deep and throaty sounds that showed his wild abandon. It was a laugh of someone who could never quite fit in with everyone else at the party, always a pitch higher or louder than anyone else, finding humor in others misery or enjoying the simple pleasure of tearing the wings off a fly.

"Do you want to know what pain really is?" His tongue came out to lick the side of her cheek. It was red hot to the touch. He enjoyed the salty trail of one of her tears, providing him a pleasure he had not known in so long.

The thrashing between them became unbearable. He felt his cock strain against the fabric keeping him locked away, desperate for the touch of the young girl's flesh. Even now he could feel himself hard against her stomach, pressing into her in a desperate attempt to feel more friction between them.

In one swift fluid motion Reed let go of her throat and caught her stawberry hair in his thick maw, forcing her head back as far as it would go, enjoying the snapping sound it created. He looked at her wild eyes and spoke, his sweet voice almost calm despite the hell happening around her.

"Scream for me."

 

[zydrate]

With a shuddering breath, Cherie finally looked at the man who had secured her into the most awkward position in her life. She felt so vulnerable that Cherie couldn't help but whimper.

"Please let me go...I won't tell anyone, I swear!" Oh, how corny that sounded but right now, she didn't have time to make it sound any other way. It was said in a pathetic, pleading voice that she hated.

With her hand bound tightly above her, Cherie didn't know how she could fight this. She looked away from the man and did her best not to cry or whine anymore.

How did this happen anyway? She was just walking home...this isn't the sort of thing that happened in this town, Elswood was suppose to be a boring, no excitement of any type place. But lately, it wasn't that...women were disappearing and if she didn't try her damnedest, Cherie would be next!

 

[Magister26]

"Please let me go...I won't tell anyone, I swear!"

Hans turned to look at Cherry and looked at her with a serious face. He took a few seconds to think and then added:

"Really? You won't tell anyone? Well then I suppose I can let you leave!"

Moving forward with the keys in hand, Hans stopped right in front of her and threw the keys back on the table, laughing. "You have watched too many movies dear....Do you really think I would allow such a beautiful creature to leave? Especially when she has seen our faces?

Grabbing her hips with one strong hand, Dealer brought the other to the front of her jeans, ready to start the evaluation of his new captive. This was the first thing he had to do with every girl brought back to him. Evaluate her potential, her worth and the possibilities. To be worth a good price on the market, a girl would need to have a flawless body and be a virgin but would also need to have some special talents or at least the ability to learn quickly.

Hans caressed Cherry's legs, going upwards until he reached her crotch. he then yanked at the buttons closing her jeans and slowly unzipped the pants. He was curious to see what kind of panties a girl like her would wear....

 

[zydrate]

Blushing furiously, Cherie so wanted to kick him..hurt him, anything to wipe that smug look off his face.

When she felt his hands on her waist, it took a lot for her not to throw up. Her entire body was shaking with fear and as he unzipped her jeans, yanking them down, she felt so exposed and vulnerable...

Under her jeans, Cherie wore a pair of light blue bikini panties that matched the bra under her shirt. She had always made sure her underwear always matched, no matter what...kind of made her feel more girly...

Her pale skin was already flushed as she waited for him to do whatever he was going to do next...

 

[Magister26]

Dealer amused by the girl's reactions, continued to turn around her, analyzing her body. Definitely, his new partner had good taste in women, a talent that would be valuable and lucrative to the operation. Now it was time to confirm Reed's talent in finding the type of girls that were prized by the organization's customers....

Hans stopped behind her and started to caress the back of her legs, slowly climbing towards her ass. He stopped right underneath it, squeezing her upper thighs and adding:

"Good god this skin is soft! By the way, do you know that the red of your skin fits perfectly on you? It also matches with the blue of these panties....But honestly, I don't think they fit you that well. How about we remove them?"

Without waiting for an answer, the German yanked her blue bikini bottoms down in a single shot, exposing her little ass and her private parts to the cold air of the room. Hans pushed her softly, making her balance as he moved back in front of her to observe what he had recently exposed.....