Chapter 20

Debbie had dialled the police station desk three times. Each time as a voice greeted her she had hung up." The note dropped through her letter box was proof surely? But she'd not wanted anyone to know, hadn't she? Just forget about the whole thing, but now this." She was about to dial again. Then the phone rang.

"Hello," she said her head confused.

"Hi Debbie. It's nice to speak with you again."

She nearly dropped the phone. It was him the filthy black thug. The one who had sent her the note. He didn't wait for her to begin a volley of abuse, instead began to talk about her parents. He knew they were out, he knew all sorts of details about them. His manner was as calm and as menacing as ever. The note he explain wasn't an invitation it was an order.

"Let's not argue about choice honey, you haven't got any. Be at that address at 4 and maybe when you return your house and family won't have burnt to the ground."

Debbie shivered in disgust." You can't keep doing this." She shouted down the receiver.

The phone went dead.

She read the note again shaking her head." Hi Debs meet me at the station; I would like an hour of your time. B"

Stacey had refused to speak to her husband for the third time that day. Her mother made excuses for her and hung up. The past four weeks had been like a nightmare. She remembered the face of the ambulance driver when he'd been called that evening; their embarrassing story of a sex game gone wrong. She was so ashamed; the hospital A&E nurses applying jelly and tugging, their faces saying a thousand words. But she couldn't tell them the truth instead she had just laid there red faced. Now she had her disgraced mother still tutting to herself a month later. She'd not spoken to her husband for three weeks, made up a pack of red faced lies to everyone and now this. She read the note again. The note described her younger sister in menacing detail before giving instructions where to meet, signed B.

That afternoon Debbie stood in her long raincoat, skirt and boots at the bus station terminus. She looked up and down the busy street." What was she thinking off, this was crazy." She turned to hurry away when she heard the pap of a horn. Across the road was a black pick up, an unmistakable shape at the wheel.

Stacey looked at the clock. It was past 4. She'd decided to say fuck you. She was scared but they wouldn't hurt her sister would they? Her mobile rang.

"Stacey lets not fuck around, take your cute ass and get in the van parked outside. Do it now don't speak to anyone. Her sister walked in from college as the phone went dead.

"Hi sis there's a big black guy parked over the road he say's he knows you. Seemed a bit creepy? Said he knew me but I don't remember him."

Two minutes later Stacey opened the van door easing her thin waist and ample butt onto the seats. The Boss smiled then began to drive. Stacey just sat there like a statue. She was dressed in t shirt and jeans sexy sling back sandals on her feet. Her freckled face was tense, lips tight shut. The Boss didn't want to talk and drove the van a few blocks down before pulling into an alley.

"Get in the back." He ordered.

Stacey nervously got out and turned the rear door hatch. As the doors opened the horrendous zipper face of the Mask leered out his muscled arms reaching to grip her wrist. She gave a yelp of fright seeing another figure, a young woman sat in the corner hands tied a cloth sack over her head. The Mask pulled her inside slamming the door shut. She struggled but he bound her hands. The other girl writhed at the sounds till finally Stacey's mouth was taped and a bag put over her head.

The van began to speed away to its destination. In the humid dark rear of the van the Mask leered and gloated at his captives.

"That's right two of you this time. Your both so lovely and fuckable, and both so accommodating." He laughed as he stroked Debbie's booted leg. He traced up to her jumper. We've got lots of games for you two to play together." He laughed again seeing both bagged head tense in realization." Yes that's right girls, you're gonna get hot and horny with each other."

His hand went to Stacey's zipper." But don't worry we'll play as well." He unbuttoned her waist top then slid the zipper down. Debbie could hear struggling and grunting. She shifted feeling the person next to her been man handled. The Mask had Stacey's trousers all the way off her sandal heels looking sexy on her bare long legs. Stacey groaned through her tape mouth as she was pushed on her back her thighs been forced out wide as she had experienced once before.

The Mask paused to turn to the covered head of Debbie. "Don't worry you hard titted bitch, it'll be your turn soon enough." His finger tugged aside Stacey's white small panties." Now then Stacey what shall we fuck you with?"