KIDNAPPED

CHAPTER 8

THE CABIN

I was in deep thought as I glided down river toward a now certain, life or death confrontation. Ricky watched his two deputies trying to gauge how they would react if they came under fire. I glanced back to look into their faces from the prow of the small flat bottom boat wondering who wouldn't make it home tonight. I left it in the hands of fate.

I turned my eyes into the darkness surrounding us from all sides, apprehensively searching the banks for any sign of trouble. There was a ominous stillness that stared back from the depths of the deep woods and impenetrable thickets of green briar and scrub brush. It was to still.

There were no sounds of insects or night birds on their evening hunts. We may as well have been on the river Styx. I hoped the evening would bear no closer resemblance after we had contacted the kidnappers of the boy we were here to collect. Fate would be busy tonight.

Ricky killed the motor and let us drift in the current for longer than I thought possible. We ran aground on a sandy bank that rose gently to a patch of high ground that was sparsely vegetated. I stepped out and pulled the small boat securely onto solid ground. Dean and Mark were as somber as a funeral as they stepped onto the bank lugging the riot equipment. Ricky followed and was the first to speak since we had left the bridge," I think you boys should wait here until we get back. We don't know what we're walking into and it would be best until we have a plan of attack."

Dean and Mark started for their sidearms before getting hold of themselves. They were edgy and more than a little scared. Dean spoke for the both of them when he replied," Sheriff, I took this job to help people. You know I'm a little scared, but I just imagine that little boy is even more scared than I am. So if it's ok with you, I'm in this to the end." Mark nodded agreement as he withdrew his Kevlar vest from the duffel.

Ricky beamed with pride at his two young deputies. I heard the admiration in his voice when he spoke," You boys hang back until we see what's ahead. We're still a mile from the cabin and it's damn thick between here and there. If we're caught off guard try to take them out quietly. Surprise is our advantage, we don't want to loose it. Keep a ten meter spread, stay in the shadows and move slow. Watch me. When I stop, you stop."

We were geared up and ready to go by the time Ricky finished his instructions. That was when he took out the bag he had brought with him. He unfolded the meanest looking bow our military could produce. It was followed by a half dozen throwing knives that fit into sheaths along a quiver containing ten broadhead arrows.

I had to ask another dumb question just to lighten the mood," Are you going to make some banjo player squeal like a pig or is this a Rambo thing?"

"My squad thought Rambo was a pussy. If he had been with us, he would have to have been somebody's bitch."

So much for lightening the mood. I checked my .45 and jacked a round into the chamber. I knew it would be a last resort, but I didn't want to arouse anyone's suspicion. I may be hard to kill but they didn't need to think I was. My gift would protect me, but I felt I was here to protect them and a .45 is a lot of things but quiet is not one of them.

Ricky lead us away from the river and into the shadows. We walked in silence stopping every few yards to peer into the woods ahead of us and listen for any noise a base camp would make. After some time Ricky stopped and pointed to his eyes with two fingers and then at the shadows ahead. He had seen something ahead. We froze in our tracks and waited as he lay down his bow and signaled us to stay put. He disappeared in front of the two men between us and crawled forward to meet the obstruction.

I thought this was an excellent time to put my gift to use. I stepped off the trail the others occupied and moved into the brushy darkness with the quickness and stealth of the nocturnal hunter I had become. I saw what no man could see in the near pitch blackness around us.

Ricky was almost onto the man smoking a cigarette in the edge of the clearing ahead when I reached around the cedar tree twenty yards away and pulled the second unseen sentry into the scrub. He didn't make a noise as I clamped a vice-like hand around his larynx, crushing his throat. His hands had instinctively went to his throat instead of his weapon. He went down to stay. He wouldn't be a problem later and I kept his mini 14 for myself. It had more range than my .45 and held 30 rounds in the extended magazine.

I saw no more threats around the clearing and quickly moved back to my place at the rear of our procession. Ricky was waving us forward only moments later with his man dispatched to glory. We gathered at the edge of the clearing to rethink our plans.

I kneeled at the edge of the circle of men and listened to my leader. He was the only one who noticed the additional baggage I had recently acquired though he made no mention of it as he sent his men to circle the clearing to one side saying he would meet them directly opposite us. It was then he spoke to me," Did you find a new toy?"

" Someone left it leaning against a tree."

" Who?", he asked raising an eyebrow I shouldn't have been able to see.

" He won't be a problem, ever."

" You know more than you should. There's something "not right" with you. Do you want to tell me now or will I have to find out myself?"

" Nothing more to tell. Let's get around this clearing and find that boy.", I said it knowing my friend would have to not like it. I wasn't ready to share everything yet.

Ricky stated tersely," I'm going this way. You follow my men around and keep low until we meet on the other side and decide on the best action.", he didn't like secrets.

It was what I needed to get away from prying eyes. We split up and as soon as Ricky was out of sight I slipped into the waiting darkness. Mark and Dean were ahead of me by almost thirty yards. I moved ahead of them as unseen as a night breeze. I was at the perimeter of the cabins clearing before they had covered a third of the distance. I wasn't ready for the sight that lay before me.

A fortified compound, surrounded by at least twenty armed men. The old cabin had been turned into a major drug processing lab. The smell of methanphentimine being processed was permeating the surrounding area. A lab had been set up in an old building behind the cabin and it was shift change.

The guards were formed around the out building as four naked women waited to enter as four more were leaving the lab. They were greeted with cat-calls from the men surrounding them as they were led to the cabin. As they entered the stone structure they were groped and mauled by the guards at the door. They served a dual purpose it seemed. When they weren't cooking they were fucking the men to keep their crude needs sated.

Once the women were inside the guards nearest the cabin moved inside with them. Only moments later a small boy was led outside on a leash and chained to the porch like a dog. He crawled under the edge of the porch as far as he could to escape the leering eyes of his captives. Only moments later cries of pain rang from the cabin as the off duty guards sought their nightly entertainment.

Eight men remained on duty outside. Two were on either end of the lab, two more were stationed similarly around the cabin leaving four more to roam the grounds. It would be impossible to rescue the boy without someone dying. Firing at the cabin would endanger the boy. He would be their human shield. We needed a miracle.

Ricky was first to arrive at my vantage point and recognized the grim look on my face," How bad is it?"

"Bad as you can imagine. Twenty or so men, armed. Eight outside and maybe as many inside the cabin. Four women in the lab located in the out building. Four more at least inside the cabin getting their brains screwed out. I would summize there are more men in the lab and on sentry duty on the far side of the compound. We're outnumbered out gunned and to top it off the kid is on a chain hiding under the edge of the porch."

" That's bad enough. We need a diversion. Someone will have to draw their fire and attention away from a rear action.", Ricky was thinking like a commando again.

I stated my opinion and let it fall where it would," Let's review our objective here. We want the kid. The rest be damned. We have to get all the way to the cabin and out again without being seen. A diversion would bring everybody out and start a firefight."

" So what are you suggesting?", I was glad to hear Ricky was at least open to suggestion.

" We need to give them a problem that doesn't tip them off that we are here and at the same time distracts them from what's going on."

" And what the hell would that be?"

" I'm thinking Agent Webber."

Ricky smiled an evil grin as he recognized the solution to two problems. Agent Webber didn't belong in the F.B.I. anymore and we needed a sacrificial lamb. " I like it. I'll send Dean to get him and give him a boat with directions on how to get here. We'll let him make a group arrest."

Dean and Mark arrived to be met by two men who were far to happy about what seemed like such a bad situation. They were briefed and both sent on their way to send Agent Webber back to us with instructions to send in the Marines if our plan failed.

They left us to watch the compound and gather intelligence. It was going to take awhile and we would make preliminary plans. That's when the cabin door burst open and a naked woman ran screaming from her tormentors.

I could tell from the small lights around the cabin that she was young and pretty. She was a mirror image of the young, honey blonde I met earlier in the evening. She had to be Kelly's sister Keri and she wasn't happy to be here.

A young man rushed out of the cabin after her as he pulled on his pants. She didn't make it more than a few yards from the cabin before she was surrounded by guards. She stood straight up in defiance of them, naked and beautiful.

The man chasing her caught up to her and savagely tackled her from behind slamming his full weight into her shoulder blades. She went down only to be pulled back to her feet gasping for air. She was rewarded for her escape attempt with a slap across her mouth.

Her assailant spoke to her when she was back on the ground," Bitch, you don't want to fuck me? Well, maybe you will like one of my men." He was their boss, Gary.

" You men take this bitch and teach her how to fuck like a dog. When you're through give her to the rest of the men. She's not fit to have my cock in her. When they are through with her, bury her in the woods."

Keri screamed before a man shut her up with a right hand. He added insult to injury by grabbing her hair and throwing her across a barrel in the center of the compound. He followed her ass with his hand and shoved his fingers into her from behind. She twisted away trying to free herself, but it was no use. The other men in the yard came to her attackers aide.

Four men each grabbed a limb and spread her out for the assault. She was thrashing against her captors grip, but there were to many, and they all wanted a turn. She wouldn't be released until they all had fucked her.

We watched as she was raped by the first of several. She was entered from behind and the man slammed into her mercilessly. He was only concerned with blowing his wad deep inside her. After only a few moments he did just that, howling his success to his buddies. They all scrambled to try to be next in line and use her before she was ruined by the repeated attacks. That's when it hit me.

" This is perfect.", I said mostly to myself.

That statement struck Ricky as inappropriate," How can you say that? She's being raped right in front of our eyes, and you think this is a good thing."

" Get that bow ready and drop anybody that's not focused on the pussy they're about to get.", I said as I turned to fade into the woods.

Ricky grasped my meaning at once and readied an arrow. It wasn't a long distance to cover and I was better equipped than most as I stepped through the brush dodging the low hanging limbs and the thorny briars in the darkness.

Most of the guards were in front of the cabin fucking or waiting to fuck. The two men stationed at the lab in the rear of the compound were at their posts and regretting being so far from the action. They were in place, but they were watching the distant gang rape of the pretty blonde and not the menace coming out of the woods behind them.

The man nearest me stood in the shadows at one end of the lab. I was standing less than an arms length from him as he fished out a smoke. I blew a small breath across the back of his neck and he turned, still lighting his smoke, to see my face before I reached through his ribcage and pulled out his heart. He looked surprised when I took the cigarette from him and took a drag before he fell.

I dropped the butt and moved around the rear of the lab to find the second guard intently enjoying the view as the second rapist blew his wad onto Keri's ass and shouted to his friends how tight she it was. Keri went berserk as a third man took his place and announced his intent to pop her ass cherry.

The men holding her had to renew their efforts to hold her in place. She was going to be an asset to me if her will was not broken. If she surrendered to her attack she wouldn't be the distraction I needed. She was enough distraction for me to spin the second guard's weapon out of his hand and strike him in the throat with the butt of it. He couldn't shout before I twisted his head around on his shoulders. He didn't look surprised at all. It was strange though, to see a body lying chest down with a head that was staring backwards, right at me.

There only remained one guard across the compound from Ricky's position that wasn't involved in the actual rape in progress. He was standing with his back to the light facing the woods. I didn't know what his fascination was until I got downwind of him and smelled and heard his steady stream of urine hitting the leaves at the edge of the clearing.

He sighed his relief and zipped his pants when he was finished. I was almost within striking range when a broadhead erupted from his chest. Ricky had sent an arrow the forty yards across the compound to pierce his heart. I moved in at once Keri was grunting and moaning a sound that only a woman being forcefully fucked in the ass could make. It had everyone's attention.

The distance to the cabin was not far but it was all open ground. I took the arrow out of the man at my feet and borrowed his letterman jacket and baseball cap. The punk was still in high school. " Class dismissed, asshole.", I whispered to his corpse as I picked up his rifle and started a leisurely walk across the longest twenty or so yards of my life. I wasn't afraid for myself, but if this went wrong, innocent people would die.

Keri's third rapist must have been hung like a horse. She was hitting a guttural note that sounded like he must have been buried in her ass up to his nuts. The four men holding her were laughing and slapping her on the ass as he slammed into her, shaking the barrel she was bent over.

I was at the cabin when she broke and started crying. She wept in sobs as the man brutalized her ass. She went limp in their hands. They no longer had to restrain her. They released her as the man increased his rhythm and lengthened his strokes. Her ass cheeks were bouncing hard every time her entered her to his fullest. Her arms hung lifeless over the edge of the barrel. She had become a rag doll. There wasn't much more to watch once her fight was gone.

I snapped the cheap dog leash that held the three year old boy to the porch and waved him to me. It must be true about kids and animals. He knew I was there to help.

He came to me like he had known me his whole life. I blocked his view of the rape that was going on behind me when I heard some one from that area speck," Hey, you know what Gary said. That kid doesn't leave this cabin until...Thunckk."

I glanced behind me as I strode to the rear corner of the cabin to see three men walking slowly in my direction when an arrow sprang through the speaker's neck. Blood was running down the front of his shirt as he sank to his knees and fell forward.

The two men who had already fucked Keri were still looking at him when a second arrow entered the man furthest from me piercing him from the left side and pinning his left arm to his chest. His shout was muted by the blood rapidly filling his lungs.

The man in the middle of his dead friends was unarmed. He could only look back longingly at his weapon. It was leaned against a crate near the barrel where Keri was still getting her ass pounded. The man buried in her ass was oblivious to anything that wasn't in contact with his cock. I think he may have seen the arrow that took him square in the throat. He fell with his hands around it's shaft as if removing it would somehow make it better. He died before he ever found out.

The last man alive in the compound grunted an animal noise as he came deep in Keri's ass, sending his cum deep into her bowels. She moaned in disgust as she felt him empty his balls into her body and withdrew from her leaving her asshole gaping open for the enjoyment of anyone who wished to look.

She wished he were dead. She never knew it when the arrow struck him in the back of the head and lept out of his forehead. He just came and went. He fell behind her without uttering a sound. All of them had.

Keri wouldn't rise for several minutes until she relized that her rape was over. It had been over when a dead man reflexingly shot his load up her ass. She looked around the compound and saw it littered with dead men. She was a smart girl. She didn't waste time looking for clothes. She found her feet and the strength to use them. At last sight she was headed for the river and the nearest boat ride to freedom.