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 Shannon's Abduction, Part I

   By Redmage

   "Girls, come on!  We're running late already!" Kate sighed with
exasperation as she waited impatiently by the front door.  Shannon and
Brandy were taking forever to get ready for what should have been a simple
errand-run.  From the hallway to the girls' bedroom she could hear the
sound of a fine fight building up.

   "It's my barrette, and I want to wear it today!" Shannon's voice came
through suddenly clear as she and Brandy rounded the corner into the living
room.  Shannon, the older of the two, was fastening what must have been the
disputed hairclip into her long red hair.  Shannon was wearing one of her
summer standards ?  a pair of denim short shorts and a short-sleeve blouse
in dark red, with tennis shoes and short cotton socks that barely peeked
above the tops.  Her younger sister, wearing a white cotton blouse with a
denim skirt and white canvas slip-ons, was looking sulky and holding a
small beaded hairtie with obvious distaste.

   "Mommy, Shannon won't share!" Brandy's whining tone made Kate wince
inwardly.  Her youngest was in one of her rare foul moods.  She didn't get
this way often, but when she didc

   Against all odds, Kate bravely tried sweet reason.  "Brandy, honey, it
IS Shannon's, and if I remember right you wore it yesterday."

   "Yeah," Shannon put in.  Kate sent her a warning look.  That wasn't
helping matters.  Shannon caught the look, and subsided.

   "What's wrong with the one you've got, honey?" Kate tried to get
Brandy's attention back on the hairtie in her hand.

   Brandy's face clouded up like a summer thundercloud.  "It's stupid! 
It's for little girls!" She threw the hairtie on the floor and started
crying.

   Shannon muttered, under her breath but loud enough to hear, "Well you
are a little girl." As Kate scowled at her again, Shannon raised her hands
in surrender.  "OK, OK!"

   "Shannon, go wait in the van.  Brandy and I will be out in a minute." As
Shannon left in a cloud of big girl exasperation, Kate bent down and picked
up the hairtie.  She moved to put Brandy's long brown hair into a pony
tail, but the little girl pulled away and said "I don't WANNA wear that
one!"

   Kate's patience, already worn thin by the long wait while the girls
argued, ran out.  "Brandy, you have to put your hair up.  This is handy,
and I don't have time to look for another one.  Now hold still!" She turned
Brandy around by her shoulders, then held her firmly as she made the pony
tail.  Brandy's crying intensified.  "There.  Now that's enough of that. 
Let's get going."

   As Kate headed out to the van and settled a sniffling Brandy in her
carrier in the back seat with her other unhappy daughter, she hoped that
the day would start looking up soon.

   The first stop of the day was Laurel Valley Mall, where Kate had
promised to buy Shannon some new summer clothes.  And the girls' moods
seemed to improve as Kate merged onto I-275 to take them there.  Shannon
was making Brandy giggle with a story about her last tie-up game, and as
she turned into the parking structure at the mall Kate began to hope that
Brandy was past her early-morning sulk.  But as she opened the side door
and began undoing the straps to Brandy's carrier, the four year old scowled
darkly and crossed her arms.

   "I don't want to go in.  I look stupid!" she huffed.

   Kate sighed.  "OK, Brandy, I don't have time to argue with you.  We've
got to get to the eye doctor for you and Shannon to get your check-ups, and
we're running late as it is.  If you want to wait out here by yourself then
that's your decision."

   Brandy suddenly looked up and, like the sun peeping briefly out from
behind a cloud, reached up and kissed Kate on the cheek.  "OK, Mommy!"

   Kate shook her head in wonder, then closed and locked the side door and
went into the mall with Shannon.

   An hour later they headed back to the van with arms full of bags. 
Shannon was feeling bouncy, and kept spinning in circles - her arms and the
shopping bags flying out to her sides and her long red-brown hair fanning
out behind her.  They were almost to the van when a young voice spoke
urgently behind them.  "Excuse me, Ma'am, but could you help me, please?"

   Kate and Shannon turned to see a young woman wearing faded jeans and an
old T-shirt that read "I'm With Stupid." She looked to be around 14 years
old, a solidly built farm girl with light brown hair in a thick braid down
the middle of her back.  She looked worried.  "I'm sorry, Ma'am, but my mom
fell down the stairs back here.  I think she's hurt.  Can you help us?"

   Kate thought for a moment of minding her own business.  But the young
lady seemed sincerely anxious, and in the end Kate's better nature won out.
Still, no sense taking silly chances.

   "Shannon," she said, "go wait in the car.  I'll only be a few minutes."
She handed Shannon her bags and the keys to the van, then turned and
followed the older girl.

   "Thanks so much for helping me, Ma'am.  My name is Cassie.  My mom just
slipped on these stairs.  I don't know what's wrong with her but she's not
moving even when I shook her." Cassie seemed to be very worried, and she
was rattling on like she wasn't even aware of what she was saying.  She led
Kate into a stairwell, and back toward the space under the stairs.

   Kate had just a moment to wonder how a woman who had fallen had gotten
under the stairs, when a strong arm wrapped itself across her body, pinning
her own arms at her sides, and a hard hand clamped over her mouth.  The
young girl, Cassie, spun quickly and suddenly seemed not a bit worried. 
She dove down and wrapped her arms around Kate's legs and helped her unseen
assailant carry her to the ground.  Kate was already pinned beneath what
felt like a strong man's body before her shocked nervous system realized
what was happening and she began to struggle.

   Cassie reappeared in her field of vision with a handful of cloth and
what looked like a roll of duct tape.  The hand over her mouth moved to
grab her hair and yank her head back, and as Kate opened her mouth to
scream at the sudden pain Cassie expertly stuffed it with thick cloth.  All
that emerged was a strangled "Mmmgh!"

   Kate strained fiercely as Cassie hissed "Hold the bitch, Todd!" and
plastered one, two, three strips of duct tape over Kate's mouth and chin
while the man kept a painful grip on her hair.

   With Kate gagged and pinned beneath the unseen man, and Cassie moving
back to hold her legs again, it was all over but the shouting.  The man
pulled her wrists back and she felt the chill of steel handcuffs ratcheting
into place.  Cassie wrapped more layers of tape over Kate's knees just
below the hem of her skirt and around her ankles.  Then suddenly the weight
on her back was gone, and she was able to turn over and get her first good
look at her attackers.

   "Todd" turned out to be a young fellow of 19 or 20.  He was over 6 feet
tall though, with a strong, rangy build and his hair in a close-cropped
buzz cut.  Standing next to Cassie the family relationship was obvious.  He
was wearing sneakers, camouflage pants, and a black cotton T-shirt, and
carried a knife in a sheath on his belt.  Both he and Cassie were looking
at Kate as though deciding where to put that knife.

   Kate began to scoot away from the pair when Todd knelt quickly and drew
his knife.  He pressed the edge against Kate's throat and said "Don't move,
you slut." As Kate froze Cassie knelt down astride her knees and favored
Kate with an evil smile.  "Daddy said you'd be easy," she smirked.

   "Yeah," Todd said, smiling just as viciously.  "He said to tell you that
Gary says 'Hi, Katie-girl!'"

   Gary?  The only man who called her "Katie-girl" was...

   Kate's mind reeled.  It couldn't be!  She flashed back to memories
almost two years old.  Gary, known as "luvs2torturesluts" on Yahoo, had
been dangerous and charming at first, and the part of her that loved
rape-play and torture fantasies was immediately captivated.  But as time
went on Kate realized that "Gary's" fantasies were even more twisted than
her own, and as he badgered her for pictures of herself and even of Shannon
and Brandy she became first wary, then frightened.  When she finally cut
him off after just a few months of email and chat he flew into a rage,
claiming she'd regret "being such a cock-teasing slut." But with no way for
anyone to track her through the net, she had thought it was just bluster.

   Now, pinned between two evil-looking teens who claimed to be Gary's
children, she was suddenly very frightened.

   As Todd continued to hold the knife at her throat his free hand began
squeezing her breasts through her thin cotton blouse.  Kate mmphed against
her gag at the pain of his rough groping.

   Cassie didn't remain a spectator for long, either; Kate felt the 14
year-old's hands working their way up her skirt.  She realized with horror
that she was wet even as Cassie's hard hands made the same discovery. 
Cassie crowed with glee and said "You should feel her cunt, Todd.  I think
she wants you!"

   Kate felt her cheeks flaming as Todd laughed at her.  "Hell, Cass, Pop
said she would.  He said this bitch would take us both on and bring her own
little girls along for the ride." He leered down at Kate, still squirming
under his hands.  "Wouldn't you, bitch?"

   Cassie suddenly swung herself off Kate's legs and knelt by her head. 
"Well, don't you worry, Katie-girl.  We've got your little girls covered.
Both of them." As Kate's eyes widened above her gag Cassie pulled the key
to the handcuffs from a pocket of her jeans and picked up the roll of duct
tape.  Tearing off a strip, she continued speaking as she laid the key on
the floor beside Kate's head and sealed it over with the tape.

   "This was all just a distraction, you stupid bitch.  Dad told me and
Todd to keep you busy while he grabbed your little slut Shannon.  We
snatched the younger one as soon as you left her in your car." She sat
back, smiling.  "That was really stupid, you know.  We were gonna run you
off the road on your way home.  But you went and dropped them both right
into our laps."

   Cassie leaned down, her face just inches from Kate's, so close that Kate
could smell cigarettes on the teen's breath.  "Don't you dare call the
cops, Katie.  Dad will call you later today to tell you what to do.  If you
breathe a word of this to anyone before then, you'll never see those two
little cunts of yours again." She and Todd stood up, and Todd taunted her,
"After the way you treated Dad, I hope you do fuck it up, bitch." He drew
back a booted foot and kicked Kate in the stomach, knocking the wind out of
her.  The two teens left her gasping behind her gag and vanished into the
parking structure.

   Shannon went back to the van and put her bags down, then unlocked the
side door.  As she pulled it open she heard the unmistakable sound of a
young girl struggling to speak through a gag.  When the door was open
Shannon stared in shock at the site of Brandy, still strapped into her
carseat, but bound hand and foot with tight ropes, her cheeks bulging
around a huge wad of cloth packed into her mouth and held in place with a
bandana.  Brandy was crying above the gag, and Shannon had a brief, wild
thought that Brandy was still making a fuss about things.  But she barely
had time to form the thought before she was grabbed from behind and lifted
clear off the ground as a man clamped his hand over her mouth.

   Shannon's surprised shriek was muffled to a squeak.  In the next moment
her much larger attacker carried her to another van parked just two spaces
down.  Shannon struggled, but against a grown man's strength it was
useless. The other van was parked with its back door toward the wall of the
parking structure, and that door was open.  The man pushed her against the
carpeted cargo floor of the van with one hand while the other left her
mouth for a moment.  Shannon seized the chance, drew a breath, and
screamed, "MOMmmmmpph!" as the man's hand came back to stuff her mouth with
something soft and thick.  In the back of her mind Shannon recognized it
from her tie-up games as a flour-sack towel, this one with a big knot in
the middle that the man forced deep between her teeth.  In just a moment
the man had knotted the towel tightly behind her head and was pulling her
hands back to tie them behind her.

   A man's voice ordered, "Hold still, you stupid little slut, or I'll slap
you into next week."

   Shannon stopped struggling - that voice hadn't sounded like he was
fooling around at all.  The man quickly and efficiently tied her wrists in
back, then added more rope around her chest and arms, then tied her ankles.
Shannon knew a little bit about being tied up, and only her mother had ever
bound her this well and this quickly.  And even Mom never did it this
tight. Shannon felt herself getting frightened.  The man finished the knots
on her ankles, then stepped back and said cheerfully, "There!  Pretty as a
picture!"

   Shannon wriggled around onto her back so she could see.  The man who had
kidnapped her was about Dad's age, she thought, with short dark brown hair
and a bushy moustache.  His skin was tanned dark, like he spent a lot of
time in the sun, and his face had the little wrinkles that Mom called
"laugh lines." He was smiling now, and it looked like he smiled a lot.  He
was wearing a black T-shirt and black pants, and what Shannon thought were
army boots.  He reached down now and patted Shannon's cheek.

   "Well, it sure is a pleasure to meet you, Shannon," he said.  "I've
heard all about you in emails from your mom.  She calls me Gary.  But you
can just call me Sir."

   Just then the girl that Mom had left with came running up, with an older
guy.  Gary said, "Ah, and this is my son Todd, and my little girl Cassie.
Cassie, Todd, meet Shannon.  You two are just in time!  Did you have any
trouble with little Katie?"

   "No, Daddy," Cassie said.  "It went just like you said.  She's tied up
in the stairwell, least 'til she picks that tape off the floor and gets the
key."

   "Good.  Well, no time to waste, even so.  Todd, you go get Shannon's
little sister from her mother's van." As Todd trotted off Gary laughed
happily.  "Ah, you should have seen the look on our Shannon's face when she
saw Brandy tied up and waiting for her.  I wish I'd had my camera." He
looked at Shannon in a way that scared her even though he was smiling. 
"But we'll get plenty of pictures of you soon, honey-lamb.  Yes, we will."

   Todd came back carrying Brandy and Shannon's bags of clothes in his
arms. Brandy was very scared, and struggled and "mmphed" when she saw
Shannon tied up and gagged as well.  Gary and Todd put Brandy and Shannon
in the back seat of their van, with Shannon curled up on the floor and
Brandy lying on the seat.  Then Todd and Gary got in front and Cassie got
in back with the younger girls.  Gary started the van up and drove them out
of the parking structure toward the freeway.

   Back by the stairwell, Kate had squirmed around into a sitting position.
Her hands were still cuffed behind her though, and she was forced to pick
slowly at the sticky tape that sealed over the key to the cuffs.  After
what felt like an eternity she felt the key in her hand, and it was a mere
century after that before she was able to fit the key blindly into the
cuffs and free her hands.

   Kate tore frantically at the tape on her legs and ankles, then ran out
to where she hand parked the van.  But in her heart she knew she was too
late.  The van stood open and empty, except for a note on the driver's
seat. With shaking hands Kate picked it up.

   "Hi, Katie-girl!  I told you you'd be seeing me.  But I made the
acquaintance of Shannon and Brandy first.  It looks as though your girls
and I are going to be very good friends.  Now, don't you fuss, Katie-girl.
There's no way you'll find us, but I'll be in touch.  And as long as you're
a good girl you'll get to see your own good girls again very soon.  In fact
I'll see to it that you don't miss a moment of it.

   "Hugs and Kisses, Gary"

   Kate dropped the note on the seat and stared at it numbly for a long
time.  Then she climbed into the van and began the long drive home.

   As Gary drove onto the freeway, Cassie said, "Daddy, do you mind if I
have a little fun while you're driving?"

   "Well, I guess that'd be OK," Gary said casually.  "Just don't take
their gags off or untie them, and don't leave any marks on them just yet."

   "Kewl," Cassie said.  She reached for Brandy, who shrank away from her,
and pulled the little girl across the seat, laying Brandy face up across
her lap.  Brandy watched her, eyes frightened above that thick gag.  "When
I was little I always wanted a little dolly that I could do this to."

   Cassie began stroking Brandy's legs below the hem of her denim skirt. 
She ran her hands up and down slowly, and Brandy began to squirm slightly
as though it tickled.  "Oh, you like that, do you?" Cassie said teasingly.
Brandy shook her head, but Shannon thought it looked as though she wasn't
sure.  Cassie unbuttoned Brandy's little white blouse and ran her hands
over Brandy's chest and tummy too.  Brandy squirmed even more, especially
when Cassie tickled her tiny nipples.

   Slowly, Cassie began slipping her hand farther and farther up Brandy's
legs as she stroked up and down.  Soon her hand disappeared under Brandy's
skirt, and suddenly Brandy mmmphed loudly and shook her head.  Shannon
could see she was trying to say "No", but the thick wad of cloth in her
mouth smothered her protests.

   "What's that?" Cassie mocked her.  "I can't understand.  You say you
want these panties out of the way?  Cool.  I can do that." She pulled
Brandy's panties down around her knees and Brandy began crying again, still
shaking her head.  But with her hands tied behind her and her ankles tied
too there was no way for her to stop Cassie's hand from slipping back under
her skirt.  Shannon couldn't quite see what Cassie was doing to her little
sister, but she could guess from the way Brandy suddenly began struggling
and sobbing.  Cassie just smiled, held her tighter, and kept playing under
Brandy's skirt.

   After a few minutes Brandy's sobs started to change.  And her movements
changed too.  It looked less like she was trying to fight Cassie and more
like she was trying to lift her hips up toward Cassie's hand.  But she was
still crying.  It was like her body was doing things that Brandy didn't
want to do.  Then all of a sudden she shivered and shuddered.  Cassie
started laughing, and Brandy started crying even harder than before.

   "Hey, Daddy!  Little sis here came all over my hand!"

   "Really, Cassie?" Gary said, as though he was talking about some great
trick Cassie had learned.  "Who'd have thought it at her age?  But if
anyone could make her, I know you could."

   Cassie laughed again, and pushed Brandy off her lap so that she landed
on the floor next to Shannon.  Brandy hid her head in Shannon's lap, still
crying.  Cassie looked at Shannon's eyes, wide over her gag, and said "You
think your sister had fun, you little brat?  Just wait 'til it's your turn.
I can't wait 'til Daddy gives you to me."

   "Yeah, well, you just keep waiting, Cass," Todd spoke up.  "Dad said I
could have her first, so you just keep your hands to you until I'm done
with her."

   "Oh, both of you hush," said Gary.  "Nobody gets Shannon before we get
to the studio.  So just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride."

   "And as for you," he said, reaching around the seat and patting
Shannon's leg, "You just wait.  You've got a ride coming too."
   TO BE CONTINUED