The Collecters - Horror (standard:horror, 3893 words)
Author: hvysmker	Added: Jun 15 2004	Views/Reads: 3640/2548	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A family has a rather unique business selling girls.

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affect us any, he might as well enjoy himself. 

I silently checked their bonds before passing out the food, then 
returned to the living room. 

“Junior, what did I tell you about marking the girls?  I noticed one
with a black eye.  I just hope it's cleared up by the time we get back 
to Florida.” 

“Don' mean  nothing', Pa.  He don' say nothin' bout that.  He jus'  say
don' break nothin's all.” 

“I don't give a damn.  I don't want any black eyes or bruises on them. 
It's a matter of doing a good job or not.  I want them in perfect 
condition.” 

Since the two target girls had been cutting through a vacant lot on
their way to and from school, it was decided to take them captive in 
the lot.  Right afterward we would head for home, in Florida.  It would 
take two or three days to pack up and leave the house.  Since it was 
now Tuesday, we would do it on Friday morning, assuming the two didn't 
skip school that day. 

****** 

By early Friday morning we had the van packed.  We had informed the
landlord that we were leaving and settled a few things.  It was time to 
wake the girls and get them ready.  We hadn't fed them anything but 
soup for the last couple of days.  Tammy took down a breakfast of tea 
and hot cereal, heavily laced with a fast acting sedative. 

An hour later, they were back to sleep.  I left it up to Tammy, since
one time I put in too much and we lost two girls.  Being an ex-nurse's 
aide, she was better at things like that.  Junior and I carried them up 
and stacked them in the back of the van, on a couple of mattresses.  
Then we cleaned up the basement. 

Time to go, we took the trash with us to a dumpster across town, and
went back past the school, to the vacant lot.  We still had a half hour 
or so until the girls were due to walk by on their way to school. 

**** 

Sarah Jenkins, and her friend Julie were on the way to school.   They
lived in the small town.   Because of the many deer in the vicinity, it 
filled up during hunting season,.  The rest of the year the town was 
quiet, it was considered safe for children to walk to school. 

“You still sick, Sarah?”  Julie asked in concern, noticing her friend
constantly blowing and wiping her nose.  They were still a ways from 
the school, having to cross the empty lot where Elmer's General Store 
once stood. 

“Oh, man, am I.”  Sarah coughed.  “If it wouldn't be for that Algebra
test, I would have taken the day off.  Mama made me drink some orange 
juice for my cold, and it came right back up.  I barfed all over the 
floor.” 

“Maybe the nurse has something you can take?” 

“No way.  If I go to see her, she'll send me home.  Guess I just have to
suffer, at least until after that test.” 

“It's your life.  What do you think of that ‘Lost Respect' album?” 

They were passing a bread truck at the entrance to the empty lot. 

**** 

“Get ready,” Tammy whispered.  Her and Tiny were standing next to an
empty wooden crate near the truck.  I was in the back.   It looked like 
we were set up right.  The way the were headed, they would pass between 
my family and the truck.  If they went to the other side in could get 
messy.  We would have to run them down, and might be seen by passerby.  
We all had guns stuck in our belts, just in case.  They would not get 
away. 

We were lucky, they came straight on, talking among themselves.  As they
came even with the open side door of the van, they quite naturally 
glanced inside.  I could see their eyes open wide as they caught sight 
of the four naked captives lying on the floor. 

The two were caught by surprise as Tammy and Junior grabbed them around
the waist and threw them to me.  They were too surprised to even yell 
out as I held them until the other two got in.  I handcuffed one while 
Tammy held her, with one hand over her mouth. 

At the same time, Tiny held the other one down, also holding her mouth
shut.  I then slammed the door, and rushed up to the driver's seat, 
leaving the other one to my wife and son.  We were on our way.  The 
whole thing, from grabbing them to going on our way, only took a few 
minutes. 

“We got us anymore cuffs, Ma?  I can' fin' none.” 

“Christ, we must have them in one of the boxes.  No time to screw around
now.  Just use your belt Tiny.” 

“My pants'll fall down.” 

“No they won't, Junior.  Do what I say.”  I could hear a scuffle in the
back, which soon quieted. 

“Open that mouth, girl.”  I heard Tammy say.  “You're going to swallow
this whether you want to or not.” 

“Muuufff, Nooo, you can........ Muffff.” 

“There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?” Tammy asked. 

“Let me go, Please let me go.”  I heard a loud slap, and the girl
started whimpering like a wounded dog. 

“Now the other one, Junior.”  The scene was repeated.  I could hear soft
thuds as the girls were thrown on top of the others.  Tammy came up 
front to sit in the passenger seat, leaving Tiny to find a place to sit 
in the back, probably on top of the captives, he liked that. 

“They'll be asleep in a couple of minutes.”  She told me.  “It they
start yelling Tiny can take care of them.” 

**** 

Sarah felt the belt being wrapped around her hands, behind her back, her
stomach flip flopping with excitement.  Then, her head held back, she 
was forced to drink a nasty tasting liquid, by a smiling older woman 
with white hair and shining eyes.  She struggled to hold it in, knowing 
she would just get more if she threw up. 

The big man, who had a face like a young boy, threw her on a mattress. 
Sarah fell on her stomach, also on the stomach of a sleeping girl.  The 
other girl had her eye closed and made no motion as Sarah landed on 
her.  A minute or two later, while she was trying to pull her hands 
free, she felt something soft land on her back.  It was her friend 
Julie.  Sarah could tell because an arm wearing Julie's watch landed 
beside Sarah's head.  The truck was moving. 

Julie still struggled and her body shifted as she tried to make herself
comfortable.  Sarah easily vomited the liquid.  It came back up, 
pouring onto the mattress, alongside the strange girl's head.  Sarah 
felt a little better, and tried to avoid choking or coughing.  “Let my 
nose just run.”  She decided.   Julie soon relaxed, Sarah figured she 
was asleep, and pretended to be asleep herself. 

**** 

After a while I stopped at a State Highway Rest Stop.  I wanted to
change the side panels and licence plates.  Driving between some deep 
woods in the back and a parked semi-truck, I parked and got out.  We 
could take a little time to unwind and use the restrooms as well. 

“The girls all right back there, Tiny?”  I asked. 

“Sure Pa.”  He sounded out of  breath, probably from playing his games
with the new girls. 

I got out and went around to unlock the back door.  Choosing a couple of
‘UPS' logos, I changed the signs.   Feeling the urge to take a leak, I 
followed my wife's retreating back toward the restrooms, after pulling 
the back door down most of the way.  Junior could guard the sleeping 
passengers. 

**** 

When the van was underway, Sarah could feel a hand exploring her leg. 
It stopped, only to be felt again between the other girl and her green 
blouse.  She forced herself to stay still, but couldn't control her 
frantic heartbeat as the hand forced itself between two buttons and 
groped her breast. 

It played with a nipple for a few seconds before retreating.  Then it
tried to slip into the top of her jeans, but they were too tight.  She 
couldn't stop a sigh as it left.  There was a shift of weigh above her. 
 She could hear and feel Julie's jeans being pulled down, then what 
could only be the whisper of her friend's panties. 

A large weight landed on Sarah, and she felt a rhythmic thrusting. 
Nervous sweat covered Sarah's body as she understood what was happening 
above her.  After things quieted, she noticed that the motions had 
loosened her bonds.  Her left wrist felt real loose.  The girl lay, 
waiting for a chance, hoping nobody would notice the loose belt on her 
wrists. 

She could hear people talking up front.   It seemed so incongruous to
hear them talking like a normal family, while the back was full of 
sleeping captives.  Two men and a woman, talking about their home in 
Florida, past experiences, and activities for next week. 

Sarah could feel the van driving over bumpy stones, before it came to a
stop.  The front doors opened, and the vehicle shifted as though people 
were getting out.  Soon the sound of the back door being raised and the 
scrapping of something nearby being pulled out.   She heard the door 
being closed, but still felt a breeze on her leg.  It must not be 
closed all the way. 

She could feel and hear someone walking in the rear.  They seemed to be
going toward the front.  This was it, she decided.  Maybe her last and 
only chance.  Tensing, her heart beating wildly, she took a chance on 
turning her head, bending her neck for a glance at the front of the 
truck. 

She saw the big kid's back as he reached over the front seat for
something. 

Now, Sarah got her hands and knees onto the floor, throwing Julie off
her back.  Seeing the door open about four inches she grabbed it and 
thrust it upward.  With a loud ‘Screech' it slammed against it's stops 
on the ceiling.  By that time Sarah was out of the van.  She stood on 
unsteady legs, looking back inside, to see a stunned man, looking over 
his shoulder at her. 

Sarah turned and ran, as fast as she could on trembling, half asleep
legs.  After about a dozen feet, she noticed that she was running along 
a parking lot, a fence on her left and the lot on her right. 

She had spent a lot of time in the woods around her house and felt
comfortable there.  Her father had often taken her hunting and camping, 
so she held no fear of the wilds.  Without conscious thought, Sarah 
headed for the foliage. 

**** 

I was just finishing and zipping up, when I heard a commotion outside. 
Fearing the worse, I wasn't disappointed to see the back of the van 
open, with Tiny getting ready to jump out.  I saw a flash of a green 
blouse,  above some brown jeans, entering the dense woods.  One of the 
girls had somehow escaped.  For a moment, I considered   just letting 
her go.  No, besides losing ten thousand dollars, she might know enough 
to get us caught.  We would have to catch her before we left. 

“Junior, wait a minute.”  I yelled to stop him.  The damn fool was
barefoot, yet. 

“We gotta get her, Pa.”  He was excited, to say the least. 

“Go back and get your shoes on, and for Christ's sake don't take your
gun.  Oh, yeah, and check the other girls.  Make sure they're asleep 
and tied good.”  I looked around and saw Tammy coming at a quick walk.  
At least she wouldn't panic. 

I motioned for her to meet me at the truck.  Junior had his shoes on by
then. 

“Go on, Junior.  But be careful, don't hurt yourself.”  The idiot. 
Tammy came up while I was checking the girls over.  “You lock the van 
and finish checking the captives.  I have to get going after Tiny.  The 
idiot let one get out.  Who knows what he'll do in there alone.  
Probably kill her.” 

“I'll help in a few minutes, Honey.  Be careful yourself.  You know you
have high blood pressure.” 

I went after the two runners.  The escapee and the stupid idiot I had
for a son. 

**** 

Sarah soon calmed down in the familiar settings.  She had never been in
here, but had played all her short life in a like environment.  After 
all, the forest started right behind her house.  As she ran, easily 
evading the trees, she started thinking. 

Tiny's belt was still wrapped around one wrist.  She figured that she
could get away from the big one, but the other two might be another 
matter.  Three against one odds, with her being not only the one, but 
the smallest one, were against her. 

The one thing her captor's wouldn't expect, was for her to fight back. 

She was running down a narrow path, young trees on both sides.  Looking
behind her, she ran into a tree limb, and scratched her forehead.  It 
almost knocked the girl down, but gave her an idea.  Running along 
until she saw one about two inches thick almost across the path, she 
tested it with her weight.  Yes, she could bend it, but would it be 
strong enough and still weak enough for her to bend it right?  It would 
only take a few seconds to find out. 

Sarah fastened the belt, using the buckle, about a foot from the tip.
Fastening her own smaller belt to the end of the long one, she through 
it over another nearby tree limb, and pulled with all her weight on the 
belt.  The first limb bent, first quickly, then more slowly as pressure 
built up on it's fibers. 

When she had it bent all she could, she tied the belt over the second
limb.  Searching the tight pockets of her jeans, she found a dainty 
handkerchief.  She wished she could still take her pocketknife to 
school, like she used to do. 

Going back to the path, she hung the white handkerchief on a tree on the
other side of the path.  It hung there about six feet from the ground, 
shaking slightly in the breeze.  Sarah then went back to her trap and 
waited.  All the kids had done this before, at ankle height, to trip 
others while playing in the woods. 

All was quiet for a while, so she could catch her breathe, and quiet her
heart.  It seemed so peaceful at that moment.  She saw some berry 
bushes behind her and figured that if it didn't work, she could always 
roll under them.  Being so much smaller, she knew you could crawl under 
them if you kept real low.  She could go where adults couldn't. 

**** 

Tiny ran along the path, he knew nothing about these thick woods, and
didn't want to take a chance of getting lost.  They didn't have them in 
Florida, not like here.  He soon had to slow down.  He was getting 
tired and couldn't keep up the pace.  He would show that little bitch.  
Papa would yell at him if he didn't catch her.   He was at a walk when 
he saw the fluttering handkerchief.  Stopping, Junior grabbed it and 
sniffed at it while he looked along that side of the trail for the 
girl. 

The next thing he knew, he was looking up at the tree tops, his head
filled with pain.  He barely noticed a small hand fumbling at his belt. 


**** 

When the big guy stopped to grab her dirty handkerchief, Sarah saw him
sniff at the snotty thing, and released the belt.  The tree limb 
straightened and kept on going, giving a satisfying “Throck” as it hit 
him behind the ear.  The man dropped like a rock. 

Looking around quickly, the girl ran out to see her handiwork.  She
wondered what to do next, not having thought that far ahead.  While she 
stood looking at the unconscious man, she noticed the butt of his 
pistol.  “I'd better take that.”  She decided, being familiar with her 
father's .45 pistol.  “It's better that I have it, than him.”  The man 
stirred and looked at her as she drew the weapon free. 

As she backed up with the gun in her hand, she felt his fingers around
her right ankle.  Remembering what he had done to Julie, she pulled the 
trigger, aiming at his leg.  He let her go, yelled, and grabbed his leg 
with both hands.  He didn't even notice as Sarah ran off into the 
woods. 

**** 

I was shocked to hear a gunshot.  I had been quietly searching for the
little bitch.  I had seen Junior running down the path, so I took to 
the woods.  I heard Tammy somewhere on my right.  Why couldn't we be 
lucky and have the bitch wearing a white shirt or something.  Her green 
and brown would tend to blend right in, making her harder to find.  
Sooner or later we would find her.  Then came the shot. 

Junior must have found her, I thought.  He had probably disobeyed me
again.  Who else would be armed in these woods.  Tammy would have just 
run her down and caught her.  My thoughts were on the lost money, as I 
started over to the trail.  I hoped he had killed her, saving me the 
trouble.  We could hardly deliver damaged goods.  Maybe we could find a 
replacement on the way to Florida, if we looked hard enough. 

I found my son, lying on the trail, holding his bloody leg. 

“Junior, what happened?”  I rushed up and checked him out.  “Who the
hell shot you/” The blood was flowing, but whoever it was hadn't hit an 
artery, since there wasn't all that much blood.  He had held it in 
pretty good with his hands.  While I checked him out, Tammy ran up. 

“It was her, Pa.  She hit me on the head and then shot me.”  I noticed
the bloody lump on the side of his head. 

“What the hell you talking about, how did she get a gun.”  He got his
shit eating grin on his face, and lowered his gaze.   I was right, he 
had obviously disobeyed me and had his gun with him.  And the little 
girl had even shot him with it.  Nothing we could do now, we had to get 
him back and get the hell out of there. 

I cut his pants leg and Tammy put a tourniquet on his leg, using his own
belt, found hanging from a limb, of all things.  If I had my gun I 
would have killed the bitch, but it looked like she was the one with a 
gun, not me. 

Well, me and Tammy finally got moving with Tiny leaning on both our
shoulders.  When we got to the parking lot, we found two armed 
truckers, along with the little girl.  A couple of others were in the 
van with the captives. 

Now I'm sitting in a cell at the local hoosegow, waiting for my lawyer. 
He said he would try to get me a little time to talk to Tammy.  Tiny?  
He can go to hell as far as I'm concerned.


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