“Aww, shit!” Denise said as the car rocked with an audible clang, followed by the low “whump… whump… whump…” that told the teen she had a flat tire. The rear passenger side one, to judge by the sudden lurch of the car in that direction.
“What happened?” Katy asked, from the seat beside Denise’s. Her question was echoed by the other two girls, Shannon and Megan from the back of the car.
“Must have hit something...and these tires are practically new!” Denise said with a groan as she slowed the car and pulled off onto the shoulder. The flat couldn’t have come at a worse time either. The four teens were on their way to spend a long weekend up in the mountains at a cabin Denise’s parents owned. It was well off the beaten path. The girls hadn’t seen another building or even another car in the last quarter hour. At the moment, the winding country highway was hemmed in on both sides by thick stands of evergreens. “I hope we can call a tow truck if we need to.” Denise turned to the others. “I’ll check and see how bad it is and get the spare out.”
The teen shut off the car, pocketing the keys by habit, then climbed out, stretching with a quiet groan of relief. 18 year old Denise Peterson stood five feet, ten inches, with a lean runner’s body honed by four years of High School Track and Field. Her long, light brown hair was tied back in a long ponytail that hung halfway down her back. She’d dressed for the mountains with a dark red plaid shirt, unbuttoned over a light gray tank-top, jean shorts, high socks and sturdy hiking boots.
The teen circled around the car, dreading the time they’d have digging out the spare tire, buried as it was under the bags the four girls had packed for the long weekend. She knelt, looking over the flattened tire with a sour grimace. Denise was just wondering what could have caused it to go flat and so quickly, when she caught a glimpse of something silver glinting between the tire and the wheel well. It took her a moment to work it out. The bit of metal was stuck in the tire pretty good, but soon she had the troublesome thing in her palm.
It was small, maybe an inch or so wide in any direction and consisted of four hollow metal tubes joined together. They’d been bent and twisted by the wheels running over them, but Denise could easily puzzle out how it would have sat, three of the tines supporting the fourth which would stick straight up, ready to pop a tire: a caltrop.
With a start, Denise realized it must have been placed to deliberately waylay them. That realization came just a moment too late. The teen had just leapt to her feet, getting ready to shout to her friends, when a loud rifle crack echoed through the trees. At that same instant, a bullet chipped up a small chunk of asphalt, a foot or so away from where Denise had been crouched.
“Hold up right there!” A voice called out. Denise spun to face that direction. Coming out of the woods were two figures. Both appeared to be in their mid-thirties and were dressed in hunter’s camo. Both had backpacks on and held short carbines fitted with scopes, pointed in the direction of Denise and her car.
“Get your hands up!” The first of the armed figures, a woman, barked at Denise. She was shorter than the teen, with shoulder length dirty blonde hair and wore a pair of mirrored shades. Stunned by this sudden ambush, the teen froze with panic, gaping at the frightful figures as they approached.
The second figure, a man, was tall and broad-chested. He was bald on top, but it was more than made up in the bushy beard of dark black hair. He jogged ahead, past Denise, to aim his gun at the car windows. “Out, you three!” He shouted to the girls still sitting inside. Startled screams filled the inside of the car.
His partner, meanwhile, had closed the distance with Denise. “I said hands up!” She snapped, giving the teen a hard slap across her face. Denise yelped, stumbling back against the sudden, stinging pain that blossomed across her cheek. Before she could react, the teen found the barrel of the woman’s gun thrust into her face. “Hands on your head, sweetie!” The older woman repeated. This time, Denise obeyed, placing her palms, one top the other, pressed to the back of her head. Tears started to well up in her eyes. Why was this happening, she wondered.
Meanwhile, the car doors opened and the rest of the girls tumbled out, scared and bewildered. First out from the driver’s side was Shannon Franklin. The 18 year old girl was a short, curvy redhead with long wavy hair. She had on a hoodie over a t-shirt, cut-off jeans and sneakers. Following her out of the same door was Megan Jones, age 19. The tall, dark skinned girl had short, curly black hair. She wore a t-shirt with shorts and hiking boots. Last, getting out of the front, passenger-side door was Katy Van Owen, 18. She was a short, stocky tomboy with freckled cheeks and dark brown hair cut in a short pixie cut. She wore a tank top, cargo shorts and hiking boots.
As the three teens got out, they were ordered to put their hands on their heads the same as Denise. Shannon and Megan stumbled past the gunman who shoved them towards the back of the car to join their friend.
That same moment, Katy, seeing an opportunity, suddenly turned and ran for it, aiming to get among the trees. The teen was quick on her feet, she ran track with Denise, but she’d barely got started when the man spun, raising his gun. The bullet whizzed past Katy’s head, close enough for her to hear the ‘crack’ of its passing before it gouged a chunk of bark from the tree in front of her.
“Next one won’t miss, bitch!” The man yelled. Katy froze. “Get your ass back over here!” Reluctantly, she turned and trudged back towards the car. Baldy met her halfway, holding the gun in one hand, barrel thrust threateningly in the teen’s face, his other hand reached up and seized a handful of dark hair. “Come on, bitch!” He growled.
“Aah! Let me go, you bastard!” Katy swore and yelped in pain as the man jerked her forward, painfully, but her hair. He growled for her to shut up and jabbed her side with the gun. The teen scowled, but kept quiet as she was led back to the car.
The other three girls had, meanwhile, been lined up along the back of the car by the blonde woman, who kept her gun trained on the frightened teens. “No more warnings! Next person who tries to run will get a bullet in their back, got it?” The girls stared back, eyes wide with shock and horror.
“Please!” Shannon started to plead. “You can’t...aahh!” She was cut off as the older woman stepped up and delivered an open handed slap to the teen’s face.
“Shut up! All of you keep quiet and do what we tell you or else!” Blondie growled. Shannon stifled a sob as the other two quietly moaned in fright. They’d fallen into the hands of a pair of cruel and ruthless criminals.
Three, as it turned out. As Katy was marched over and lined up beside Megan with her hands raised to her head, Blondie pulled a small radio from her belt and flipped it on. “We’ve got all four of ‘em. You can come on back.” The person on the other end squawked back an indistinct reply and she switched off the radio and put it away. Glancing at her partner, Blondie brusquely stated: “Let’s get them off the road.” She turned back to the teens and gestured with her carbine. “Get moving girls! Single file! Nice and slow now! Don’t try and run or you’ll regret it.”
Glumly, the teens were marched up the road to a small gap in the trees that marked the start of a narrow dirt trail, winding into the woods. Their captors brought up the rear, keeping their prisoners covered with their guns and growling threateningly whenever one of them slowed down or tried to speak.
The four were terrified, unable to believe their weekend trip had taken such a dark turn. Between the caltrops on the road, the ambush and this other person on the radio, it was obvious this was too well planned to just be a simple, random mugging, but none of them wanted to contemplate any other reason for their abduction just then.
The group had walked a hundred yards or so, winding through the densely packed trees before they came to a small clearing. There, the four friends were lined up, facing their captors. While Blondie kept guard, her partner went down the line, frisking each in turn. The girls’ cell phones and wallets were confiscated, as well as Denise’s keys. The man stuffed the phones and wallets in a pouch on his backpack, tucking the keys in a pocket.
The captives were then ordered to kneel, keeping their hands on their heads. This elicited cries and moans of terror from the girls. The set up too closely resembled an execution for them, but a bark from Baldie silenced them. “Long as you do what we tell you, you’ll survive. If not…” He brandished the gun threateningly. While hardly reassuring, the girls realized they had no choice. Slowly, they sank to their knees.
Blondie, meanwhile, paced the line, her cruel gaze falling on Megan, kneeling at the far end of the quartet. “Let’s start with you, sweetie.” Megan looked up, trembling with fright, but otherwise unmoving. Blondie frowned. “Get over here, dumb bitch!” She snapped. When the teen was still slow to obey, the older woman strode forward and grabbed her, dragging the hapless girl to a spot in the center of the clearing. Megan yelped as she was slapped a couple of times. “That’ll teach you, stupid slut! When we give an order, you obey straight away, got it!” Sobbing, Megan nodded. Her friends, cringing under the gun of Baldie, whimpered in fright.
“Good.” Blondie said. “Now get your clothes off! I said strip!” With her cheeks still stinging from the recent punishment, Megan had no choice but to do what the older woman said. Sniffling, she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. Beneath, she had on a white cotton bra holding up a pair of full, round breasts.
“Lose the bra, hun.” The woman said. “Let’s see those titties!” From where he stood guard over the other teens, Baldie agreed with an excited whoop.
Face flushed with embarrassment, Megan unhooked her bra and slid it off, letting her naked breasts bounce free. She kicked off her boots and socks, then unzipped her shorts and pulled them down, revealing a pair of skimpy black panties. These joined the rest of her clothes in a small pile on the grass, leaving the teen completely naked. She straightened up, arms crossed over her chest to try and preserve some shred of modesty.
“Hands on your head, sweetie!” Blondie snapped. Tears running down her reddened cheeks, Megan raised her hands again, baring her body to the other woman’s gaze. Another order had her return to her original spot and kneel once again.
Meanwhile, Shannon was ordered to stand up and strip next. Pale cheeks bright crimson, the redhead pulled her hoodie up over her head, followed by her t-shirt and, at the prompting of her captor who clearly seemed to be enjoying the show, her bra, exposing small, but perky B-cup breasts tipped by small, pink nipples. Last was her jeans, followed by the sky-blue briefs she wore beneath it. Then it was Katy’s turn.
The brunette tomboy scowled as she was ordered to stand and strip. Blondie glared back at her. “You can strip or we’ll rip them off you, your choice.” Katy quietly swore as she got to her feet. Reluctantly, she began to strip, adding her top, sports bra and shorts to the pile of clothes. She paused, clad only in a pair of light gray briefs.
“Lose the undies, hun!” Blondie ordered. Cursing under her breath, the teen slid them down her legs, exposing her naked crotch with a small triangle of brown fur. She started to drop them into the pile when the other woman stopped her.
“This is what you get for being a stupid, stubborn bitch.” Blondie said. “Ball them up!” Puzzled, Katy obeyed. “Good, now stuff them in your mouth!” Katy recoiled, a look of disgust on her face, mirrored by her friends.
“What! Ew! No way! You crazy bitch! There’s now way I’m sticking them in my-hey!” Katy’s protests turned to yelps of pain as Blondie pounced on her. Taken by surprise, Katy found her seized and bent forward by the other woman who began to spank the teen’s naked bottom with her palm.
“Didn’t you see what happened to your friend, you dumb cunt!” Blondie snarled, raining down blows. “Or is that fat head of yours empty? You don’t talk back and you don’t refuse an order! That goes for the rest of you as well! Sooner you learn to do what you’re told, the easier things will go for you! Understand” The three kneeling captives moaned in fright, nodding frantically.
“Ow! Ow! Okay!” Katy pleaded after a while of this punishment. “I’ll-ouch-I’ll do it!” She made a face and, after another moment’s hesitation, stuffed the balled up panties into her mouth.
“All the way in, dumb bitch!” Her captor ordered, still delivering sharp spanks to the girl’s reddened bottom. “And if you spit them out, I’ll find something worse to replace them with!” Katy wretched, but succeeded in cramming the wad of cloth past her lips. Only then did her captor release her, ordering her to kneel back in line.
Once Katy was on her knees, hands on her head, grunting through the cloth packing her mouth, Denise was ordered to stand and come forward. With an example of how worse things could be, Denise obediently stripped naked, tossing her clothes on the pile and returned to her place. As she got back down on her knees and put her hands back on her head, she saw Baldy unslinging his backpack.
He unzipped one of the pouches and turned the contents out on the ground. The four teens moaned seeing what it was: half a dozen brightly colored ballgags, followed by lots and lots of rope. Some of it was in coils, others had been tied into short lengths with loops tied at either end. Setting the bag down, Baldy grabbed one of the gags and walked towards the line of naked, kneeling girls. His partner, meanwhile, took up her gun, keeping them covered.
“Open your mouth, hun.” He told Megan, crouching over her, a bright red ballgag in his hands. She blinked back tears as the ball was raised to her mouth. Glumly, the teen opened her mouth, letting the man cram the gag between her teeth. She groaned as the straps were pulled behind her head and tightened, dragging the ball deeper inside, and buckled secure.
Leaving her to groan and grunt, Baldy fetched another gag with a blue ball. “No, please don-Mmmppphhh!” Shannon pleaded before the gag was jammed into her mouth and strapped as tight as Megan’s. Again, the man went to the pile for another gag. It made for a slow process, but it seemed the two kidnappers were in no hurry. They were careful to ensure one of them was always covering their captives with a gun, leaving them no chance to escape or fight back.
Katy’s mouth was already packed with her own panties, which made getting the green ballgag in as well rather difficult, but eventually the man succeeded in cramming the gag all the way in, pushing the wadded up underwear deep in Katy’s mouth. The teen grunted curses through the packing as the gag was buckled on snugly. Lastly, a yellow ballgag was popped between Denise’s lips and strapped tight.
As soon as Baldy had finished gagging the teens, his partner went and grabbed a couple hanks of rope. As she walked towards Megan, the man picked up his gun, keeping the girls covered. Blondie stood Megan up and grabbed the girl’s left wrist, twisting it roughly behind her back, followed by her right, placing them so the wrists were crossed. “Keep them like that.” The older woman snapped, unfurling one of the hanks. This was looped around Megan’s wrists several times before being cinched tight. The teen yelped, biting down on the rubber gag as the ropes dug painfully into her skin.
“Get used to it, sweetie.” Blondie teased, yanking the last knot tight. “You’re gonna be like that a while.” Giving the girl a playful swat on the bottom, Blondie repeated the process with Shannon next. She went and fetched two more coils and bound Katy and Denise’s hands the same way.
She had just finished this, when Baldy picked up one of the odd, short lengths of rope and went to Megan. The point of them soon became apparent as he crouched, ordering the girl to lift her left foot. As soon as she had done so, Baldy slipped one of the loops around Megan’s foot. He gave a quick tug, pulling the loop snug around her ankle. This was repeated with the teen’s other foot, leaving her hobbled, any steps she took limited to the foot or so of rope now tied between her legs.
Hobbles were swiftly applied to the other three girls. Just as Denise’s feet were being tethered to one another, there came a rustling sound in the underbrush. The girls’ captors stopped, raising their guns, but relaxed a moment later as a third figure emerged from the trees.
He was about the same age as the other two, dressed in the same camo. He had a slimmer build then the other man, with short brown hair and a mustache. On his back was another pack and another short rifle slung over one shoulder, plus a set of binoculars hung round his neck. He must have been watching the road, radioing ahead to let his partners know there was a car full of pretty girls coming up it, giving them time to ready their ambush.
The man ran his eyes over the naked girls as he approached, a leering grin crossing his face. “Didn’t I say we hit the jackpot with this one?” His gaze fell on Denise, or more specifically her breasts. She cringed as the older man approached, shuffling back but as she tried to get away. Blondie suddenly appeared behind her, planting the butt of her gun in the small of Denise’s back, fixing her in place.
Denise whimpered as Slim loomed over her, his hands reaching out to seize her tits, squeezing and groping. Baldy, following his example, stood between Megan and Shannon, grabbing one of their breasts with either hand. The girls squealed indignantly, Katy grunting in sympathy as her friends were felt up but bound and gagged the teens had no choice but to endure things.
“Okay, that’s enough for now…” Blondie barked. “You can play later. Let’s clear up here. We’ll get these ladies stored away. You go and stash their car with the others. Should be some good loot. They had plenty of bags in the back. If we’re quick we can get back and hopefully bag one or two more scores before nightfall!”
The men grumbled but did as she said. Giving the girls’ tits a final squeeze, they turned and went to the pile of the teens’ discarded clothes. Slim took a large plastic trash bag from his backpack and the two began to carefully gather up everything that had been dropped, along with the unused restraints. Meanwhile, Blondie gestured with her gun to the four captives.
“Start marching, girls!” She ordered sharply. “Single file and don’t think of trying anything funny!” Groaning, the teens turned in the direction she’d indicated. Across the clearing, opposite the one they’d come up, another narrow dirt trail plunged deeper into the woods. Their first steps were slow and halting as they struggled to adjust to the strictures of the ankle hobbles. Katy tried too long a stride and nearly fell flat on her face when the rope unexpectedly snapped taut, throwing her off balance. Megan stumbled and briefly went to one knee. Denise and Shannon shuffled slowly, not risking going any faster.
Their captor had little sympathy for the girls’ plight, however. “Move it!” She barked, going down the line and encouraging them to follow the instruction with a couple good, hard slaps to their naked bottoms. Thus motivated, the captives trudged across the clearing to the trail, groaning and sobbing as they went. By the time they had reached it, the other two kidnappers had finished cleaning things up. Nothing had been left behind to show what had gone on in the clearing. Baldy handed Denise’s keys to the other slaver who ran back in the direction of the road while Baldy hurried to catch up with the train of captives.
This second hike went on longer and further than the one before. They must have marched half a mile or more, though the winding nature of the trail and the thick woods which hemmed them in close on all sides, limiting their view to never more than a dozen yards ahead or behind made it hard to judge just how far they’d actually gone. It had just gone noon when they set off, which meant the sun shone straight down on the trail, the trees affording the captives no shade whatsoever and they sweltered as they marched in the hot summer rays. Their captives gave them no slack for this, however. Any time one of the girls slowed, one of their captors was behind her in a moment, encouraging her with more spanks and slaps until she sped up again.
At last, they came within sight of another open clearing. In the center was a small, one-story log cabin, a dirt road in front of it heading off in another direction. Parked there, just in front of the cabin was a dark SUV. Beyond was a small shed, made of dull, rusted corrugated metal. It was to this second, rougher structure the captives were marched…