Chapter 11: It ended; read on to see if it was happy or sad.
Molly’s eyes opened blurrily as the lid of the box opened. It was a wooden crate, coffin sized, and Molly’s home for the past couple days. Her hands were cuffed, in front of her blessedly. Her feet were cuffed too, not that the box allowed room for her legs to move. Not that she’d been able to move or feel much from her legs lately, except pain. The naked man with the hood stared down at her. “Rise, bitch,” he said. Molly yawned and sat up. At once she was confronted with the semi-stiff cock dangling in her face. She glanced up at him, and then opened her mouth to go to work on him. She took it in her mouth and worked her tongue over it, though his sweat was like stale lemons. “Yeah, suck it good, whore. Suck it like you mean it. Suck it like your daddy’s!” Molly just sucked, going fast only to get it over with, and soon enough she was rewarded with long ropes of sticky cum emptying into her mouth. He kept his dick inside her for the entire jizz, making her swallow it all, but not polluting her face with it for later.
They’d stopped trying to make her walk. When he was done, he grabbed her arms and dragged her out to the main room. She’d seen it briefly before. The amount of electronic and computer gear was staggering. It was no wonder they could fuck with her phone so easily.
“Molly, it’s about fucking time. I want to show you something,” Semi-leader said to her. They dumped her onto the floor beside his seat, but she could see the screen of a laptop he had open. He angled it down for her to view it better. “The one in green in your friend Rachelle. The one in blue is your other friend Jessie. Take a gander.”
Molly looked at the screen. They were texts. In green, she saw Rachelle’s: ‘Molly has had enough, take me.’ Then in blue she saw Jessie’s: ‘Molly has had enough, take me.’ It scrolled for a few before ‘me’ became ‘us’. ‘Molly has had enough, take us.’
“Those two have been texting each other that same message for a half hour now,” he said. Molly felt a surge of emotion. Terror and love. Joy. Horror. “They’re quite clever.”
“They know you’ve hacked everything we have,” Molly said.
“Even so. Your uncle Rick hasn’t tried to communicate directly with us. Shows where the brains are, huh? I have to give you and your batch of cunts credit, Molly. I’ve never seen this sort of loyalty. It, it kind of gets you right here, doesn’t it?” he asked, tapping his heart.
“Don’t take them. They don’t know what they’re asking for,” Molly said. “Please. Ignore them.”
“Don’t they? They’ve had plenty of time to visit Tiff in the hospital. Plus all of your vids they’ve seen.”
“It’s survivor’s guilt. Please, I’m begging you. Leave them alone.”
“Maybe. Maybe. But this is too good to pass up.” He turned to one of the others, buried in a station of electronics. “Are they alone?”
“As far as I can tell.”
“Start the scrambler. Place the call. And put a gag in her!” Suddenly Molly’s head was yanked back, and a thick dildo was jammed into her mouth, tied off around the back of her neck. She could remove it on her own, but not without them seeing and bashing her face in. “Testing, testing,” he said, hearing the deep, mechanical, ominous voice come from the speaker. Molly heard the ringing tone. A few moments later, someone picked up.
“This is Rachelle,” she said.
“Use speaker phone,” he ordered. Several seconds later there was a reply.
“It’s on speaker. Jessie is right here.”
“Here I am,” Jessie said.
“You’ll experience a time delay as we make our call untraceable. Do not panic and do not get ahead of yourself. Do you understand?” he said. Molly heard his normal voice, but she heard his electronic version come back from the speakers, what her friends were hearing.
“We know,” Rachelle said. “Did you get our message?”
“Very clever girls,” he said. “Very loyal girls.”
“Just stop hurting her! You got your money! We’ve done everything you ask! No one’s spoken to the cops in weeks. Molly took her second rape. Tiff suffered. No one’s broken your rules! You made the rules. Honor them!”
He suddenly had to cover the microphone as he began laughing, but recovered quickly. “I am altering the deal. Pray I don’t alter it any further!” One of the other men started laughing and had to cover his mouth. Molly listened in disgust. Jessie would at least get it. Rachelle would just be confused.
The girls didn’t respond right away. “So alter it to take us,” Jessie said. “Please! She can’t take much more.” Molly’s mind went back a few seconds. They had the money? Her family came up with a half million? How?
“Foolish bitches. We can take you at will!”
“Not if we hunker down. Say to hell with it. Or we can walk out into the countryside and you can just take us,” Rachelle said.
“If Molly is still alive,” Jessie added.
“Now you think you’re adding conditions?” he asked.
“We’ve not volunteering because we like it,” Rachelle said. “It’s for Molly. You’re killing her! You’re just killing her!”
“Two for one. Two healthy and in good shape for one broken down,” Jessie said. “If Molly is still alive.
Semi-leader leaned over and pulled Molly’s gag out, then handed her the microphone. “Talk to your friends.”
“Don’t do it you two!” she cried. And several seconds, a deep electric voice repeated her words.
“Um, as if,” Rachelle said.
The man quickly grabbed another microphone and stuck it in one of the dozens of jacks on the panel. He shoved it in Molly’s face. “Don’t sacrifice yourselves for me!” Molly screamed.
“Molly!” Jessie cried right away. “That’s really you!”
“Stay away from these…” She was cut off as he pulled the microphone from her hand.
“Molly, we have to!” Rachelle added quickly. “We can’t stay away!” One of the men shoved the dildo back in Molly’s mouth and tied if off. She had to sit at their feet, naked and gagged, and listen more.
“We will consider your offer. Make a show of good faith. Take off your shirts, open the blinds, and flash outside the window. Now, please.”
Right away, the men in the room turned to one of the monitors. Molly looked up to see an extreme telephoto image of Rachelle’s house. They zoomed to a window. A few moments later, a topless Jessie and a topless Rachelle appeared. They opened the window up for a better view, and were clearly trying to find the camera pointed on them. But their tits were flashing for anyone in the neighborhood who happened to look up.
“Well, maybe Rachelle,” Semi-leader said into the phone. “Jessie is kind of an uggo.”
Molly closed her eyes to try to hold the tears in. It was stupid, utterly stupid, to be humiliated on behalf of her friend when it wasn’t even a true statement. Both were considered hot, but Jessie was generally thought of as the hottest of the five of them, though it was close all around.
“Ok-kay,” Rachelle said. “Take me then. For Molly. You’ll kill her if you keep her!”
Semi-leader leaned back, smiling. They were all enjoying themselves. Molly just sat, feeling her body die. “Come back to the window,” he said. “Both of you. Fully nude this time.” Sure enough, a few seconds later the girls appeared at the open window. It was hard to tell from the angle, but they seemed to be bottomless as well as topless. “Stand up on chairs, bitches!” he shouted. The signal took the usual few seconds. They scrambled, but soon they were perched up on something. Now only their lower legs were hidden, and it was plain to see for anyone outside the window that both girls were naked.
“Play with your nipples!” he barked into the microphone. Molly watched in shame as they did as he ordered. It shouldn’t have been that way. It was just wrong. “Now, do you have any dildos in your house?” he asked.
“Are we getting Molly back?” Jessie asked. She was clearly several feet away from the phone.
“Find a dildo and stick it up your snatches or I’ll slit Molly’s throat and make you listen to her death throes!” he shouted. “You wanted this conversation, now you have to finish with it!” He turned and pulled Molly’s gag out again. He pressed his switchblade to her neck, hard. She could feel the pain of the point. She felt a drop of blood dribble down her neck. “Tell them what you’re feeling, Molly!” he shouted.
“A knife blade!” she cried.
“Molly?” Rachelle sobbed from the other end.
“Tell them what you’re feeling, Molly!” came the electronic voice on the other end. What an odd, disconcerting voice cluster, Molly thought. Then one of the men, the one in the middle of the pile of stuff, bolted up out of his seat, staring at the semi-leader’s console
“Hang it up!” he screamed. “Hang it up now!” Semi-leader reached over and pushed a button. “You fucking moron! You put her on the wrong line!”
“Hey, I needed an unscrambled circuit!”
“You unscrambled the voice, but you sent it on a regular phone line! They could have traced it!”
“A regular phone line? How can they have two lines going into the same call?” Semi-leader asked.
“Who’s the hacker, Bob? You?”
“Watch your mouth, VINCENT!”
“Shut up!” one of the others said. “Okay, can you find out if they did trace it?
“Maybe,” Vincent said. He sat down and looked at his displays. Molly watched him. His face turned white. “There are six phone calls leaving the Espinoza house right now. Two are going… going to the FBI field office. One to the Ashtonberry PD. One to 911. One to the Meacham home in Gloucester. One to a private firm.” He typed a few keys frantically. “A private security consulting firm.”
Two of the men quickly ran from the room. Molly couldn’t help but smile a little. They were all naked and hooded, probably waiting to gang rape her again. How much equipment was set up for her in the basement? Only the prospect of calling and taunting her friends had delayed them.
“There’s got to be something!” Semi-leader said.
“Ashtonberry PD is scrambling their SWAT team,” Vincent said. There was a momentary pause, and then all three men rushed from the room. Molly was left alone, chained, but not to anything. If she could just use her legs. She grabbed a chair and tried to pull herself upright with her cuffed hands. But she fell back again with a cry. Her legs were dead to her. Now she tried to crawl. With cuffed hands and unmoving legs, she tried to crawl from the room. If she was out of sight, maybe they would leave without her. Maybe they would not wait to find her. But she could only drag herself with her cuffed hands, inches at a time.
“No, no!” she cried. “God damn it!” She was weak, so very weak. She hadn’t had a healthy meal in days. Cum drinking was her sole protein source since they took her again. But two of the men fled out the front door without paying her any attention. She heard the squeal of tires.
Soon enough, Bob and Vincent appeared, clothed but still hooded. “Jeez, that’s a hundred grand in electronics right there,” Vincent said.
“Well back your car up, then.” He turned to Molly. “Well, Molly, this is a conundrum.”
“Just shoot her!” Vincent said.
“We haven’t killed anyone yet. Want murder added on, in case we don’t get out of this?” Bob asked. Molly was listening, cowering at their feet. She couldn’t even crawl away. Suddenly there was a bang. A shot. Then another. One of them sprayed her with blood. She looked up to see Bob and Vincent falling to the ground, each with a large gunshot wound. She looked back to see the remaining man, stale lemon cock man. Dressed now, and hooded like the rest. He reached down and simply grabbed Molly around her neck and dragged her out to his car. He opened the passenger side and shoved her into the floor section, out of sight. She didn’t fit well, but he used his foot to kick her and stuff her in. She cried out in agony as old wounds re-formed. He got into the driver’s seat, placing the gun at his side. Molly couldn’t even hope to reach it.
“You’re a hostage, bitch!” he said. “You move, I shoot you. We get cornered, you are my ticket out. I don’t give a shit if you live or die, but I care about me, so you’d better too. Got it?”
“Yes, please. I’ve got it.” It was the most he’d ever said to her. And…
“Who are you?” she cried. They were leaving fast. He glanced down at her.
“I guess I can’t drive through town like this,” he said, pulling the hood off. Molly gasped.
“Tessier! Mr. Tessier! You! But, you, why?” she screamed. “Why me?”
“You little cock tease. You shake it around like it’s going out of style. We had to start with some little whore. No one else had one picked out, so we went with my choice.”
“All this!” she screamed. “My mom! Tess! Melissa! Shelly! That other girl!”
“She was Bob’s pick,” Tessier said.
“You fucking crippled me! You sick sick fuck! You crippled me because you liked my ass! You’re a goddamned monster!” she screamed, lost in rage and hate.
“You should thank me, bitch! If I hadn’t used a weak rope on your left leg, you couldn’t have kicked the wall for help. Which I then provided.”
“Th-thank you? I’ll fucking kill you you piece of shit! You tortured everyone I love for nothing but a hard-on and a fantasy!” She was lying folded up, naked, handcuffed, and mostly upside down, but in Molly’s mind she could practically reach out of strangle him with her bare hands.
Suddenly there was a siren. Tessier looked out, but Molly couldn’t see. He sped up. Soon they were going fast, very fast. At least eighty. Or more. Molly heard more sirens. She cried out in terror every time Tessier yanked the steering wheel to one side. If they crashed, she died. She knew that. But Tessier was driving a big Lexus, with a big strong engine, and the power poles that Molly could see out the windows were shooting by in a blur, much faster than she’d ever perceived. How crazy fast were they going? There were more and more sirens. He took some more big turns and then they were moving most straight. There were no poles.
They had to be on the freeway. Now, unimpeded, the big normally-quiet engine was revved up. From the foot well, Molly could hear the engine screaming, red-lining. Tessier was sweating, desperate, barely able to control his car at such speeds, but trying to dodge cars, presumably. Each twitch sent them rocking and shaking. Molly screamed, crying, terrified of his incompetence. And did the cops even know she was in the car?
“If I die, you die, whore!” he shouted. “The air bag won’t save me at this speed, and you don’t get one down there!”
“Please, Mr. Tessier, please!” she wailed.
“Not so tough now, you fucking cunt!” he screamed at her. “Cock teasing little slut for brains!” He jerked his head up to look in the rear mirror. “Uh oh,” he muttered.
“What?” Molly almost said, but suddenly the rear end of the car shot out to the right. They were spinning, spinning wildly. She screamed instead. There was a thud. Screeching. Crashing of metal on metal. And suddenly their spin changed. They were not connected to any solid surface whatsoever. The spinning became three dimensional. Molly was jerked out of the foot well. She saw the world tumbling around her too fast to track. Several seconds of this went by. And then came the crashing return of asphalt into their lives. The car bounced, spun, flipped flipped and flipped again, bouncing off some unfortunate large vehicle, and sliding hundreds more feet to a stop upside down in the middle of the freeway.
Molly was not dead. Neither was Tessier. He was better off than she was, and quickly extracted himself from the seat belt and air bag. The windows were all shattered. He grabbed her by her still cuffed arms and dragged Molly out through the windows, over the broken glass, and onto the asphalt as cars screeched to a halt around them. Cop cars screamed up to them. Police and news choppers hovered overhead. Tessier got Molly about fifteen feet from the car, himself now limping on his left ankle.
He froze, then knelt down and rammed the big gun into Molly’s mouth. She felt pain, and tasted blood. “Back off!” Tessier screamed frantically. Molly just lay there, half paralyzed by then, staring up at the big revolver in her mouth, practically deep throating her. She imagined she was quite the spectacle, but this was a nude performance she wouldn’t feel any shame over.
“Back off or I kill the bitch!” he screamed. “I’ll shoot her dead I swear it! Stay back! Stay the fuck back every one of you motherfuckers! I’ll kill her dead! I’ll blow her whore brains out and decorate the road with them!”
He shifted position, lifting her up and wrapping one arm around her neck while the other kept the gun in her mouth. She was powerless to fight, least of all with her hands locked together. Now she could see the police, probably all of them in the city, circled around, surrounding them. There were hundreds of guns aimed at Tessier. How many would hit her? Was this how it ended? A naked, lurid spectacle on the interstate highway. How many kinky weirdos, she wondered, would be fapping to the newsreels tonight?
“There’s no way out,” someone on the bullhorn was shouting. “Don’t add her murder to your troubles.”
“She is my trouble!” Tessier screamed. “This is all because of her! Every fucking bit of it! Every last scrap of trouble is her fucking fault! She’s the…”
He fell away, even before Molly heard the shot, his hand sliding from the gun, the gun falling from her mouth to the pavement. Some of Tessier’s blood and brain were on her body, but he was done with them anyway. She slumped down and rolled off his body as well as she could as every law enforcer in town rushed forward.
“I can’t walk!” she cried to the police trying to get her away from there. She finally ended up carried away, and soon in an ambulance. And soon in comfort as the good drugs came out of the cabinets. And soon to rest.