Chapter 1

Four sets of eyes were watching the stunningly beautiful girl as she came out of a house dressed in a pink and black lycra aerobics outfit and wearing a set of white running shoes with reflectors on the sides. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled tight into a ponytail. It bobbed from side to side as she started her predawn jog down the small grade, then up a steeper grade leading into a park with an asphalt path for bikers and runners. She had done her stretching in the foyer before exiting, presenting a gorgeous image as her tight outfit molded her body.

"There she is," one man observed from a car a half block away. He had a cellphone and spoke into it.

"I see her, she's right on time," a second man replied.

"Alert the others and close down the phones," the first ordered.

The men worked as they had rehearsed for two weeks; observing, planning, and making corrections for any potential errors. They quickly moved into their places as planned. Her name was Cynthia Thomas, daughter of Doctor Robert Thomas. As an only child to Robert and Vanessa, the 26 year old Cynthia was in her final year of med school at the University of Washington. Next June she intended to do her residency then join her father's practice in Seattle. Her father could pull a few strings and get her out of that year, but Cynthia refused. She wanted the hands-on experience she believed was necessary to become a great doctor.

As she jogged, moving her arms briskly back and forth, she didn't expect that she had been or was being watched. Cynthia also breathed in a way she was taught by her father, and would stop halfway to take her pulse then continue to repeat her self examination on her porch. She would then shower, get dressed, and drive to her classes.

She was a straight A student and showed lots of promise in becoming an excellent surgeon. Upon entering medical school she stopped her dating and love life. Strange as it seems, Cynthia had never masturbated in her entire life. She believed it to be degrading. If she were overwhelmed by desire, she'd hold her sex in her hand until the feeling went away. Except for washing herself, she never put her fingers into her sex to experiment. When she dated in high school, she allowed herself to be taken orally while returning the favor to the one guy she liked. This was done with Paul Parker, the only boy she had ever been intimate with. When she told him that they couldn't marry until she finished her residency. Paul didn't want to wait, so they mutually agreed to breaking up. Not that she didn't have chances with many other males, she did. Her goals were her scholastic standings in order to get into the university that had a good reputation for teaching medicine. She finished her college courses then dove right into her medical studies for another three years, because by going to summer school, she wanted to graduate as early as possible.

She ran up the steep grade where fate awaited her. It was at that spot between two large trees she'd stop to take her pulse. She started counting as her slender long fingers felt the throbbing pulse of her lower wrist. Everything went black. Both men grabbed her as she dropped, keeping her from hitting the ground. Just then a SUV pulled up with its lights off. The men laid her carefully in the last seat while a girl with this team buckled her up across the chest and knees, leaving room for her to sit at her head. The brown haired young girl covered her with a blanket, then sat down, and placed a small pillow under the unconscious girl's head. The men all piled into the SUV. The whole operation had lasted less than sixty seconds.

"Subject secure, Gladys?" the driver, the leader, asked.

"Sleeping like a baby, Jimbo." she responded.

"Let's go," he kept the lights off as he slowly drove down the path to the road where he turned north. He flipped the lights on and drove five miles under the speed limit.

"Now look you guys, this is one babe no one has fun with. Anyone lays a hand on her I will personally put the barrel of my gun up your ass and shoot you up your shitter. Got it?"

"Got it!" they all chorused.

"This one is bringing us huge money," Jim said.

"I guess I won't have to worry about that," Gladys giggled. She was a pretty girl of nineteen who fell into this bunch because she preferred women to men, if that made any sense. She and Jim were lovers but she still felt the need for her own gender. Lesbian sex could be tender and loving as well as rough and tumble. Either way, Gladys went with the flow.

"Keep your tongue out of her holes," Jim snapped. "Your fingers too. As you know, Ms. Thomas can identify us because at one time or another she's met each of us.

Gladys, she doesn't know you so I'm putting you in charge of her. I want her a virgin until we deliver her to her destination. After we turn her over to the buyer, we'll just leave, forgetting what we just did."

They drove on in silence, listening to the moans Cynthia made. Gladys took a small plastic container in case the girl woke up sick to her stomach. She put a needle into Cynthia's arm to give her a mild sedative. It was mixed with an anti-nausea drug to prevent her from vomiting. Gladys sat there stroking the blond's hair lovingly. At that moment Gladys was so horny she used all of her inner strength to control herself.

Prior to Cynthia coming to, they stopped for gas and got cold pop or water. Jim didn't permit anyone to buy any beer or other liquor. Gladys had made sandwiches, and bought some nachos and chips to munch on as they made their way to the Canadian border. They knew the Thomas' were early risers and just about now their daughter would be returning from her morning run. That gave them another fifteen minutes before their prompt girl would be assumed missing. He figured the doctor to drive along her path, see that she wasn't on her course, return home and call the police. Jim knew the doctor held a lot of clout with the powers that be in Seattle, and then a search would ensue and it would be leaked to the media. Later all hell would break loose. Getting as far away as possible was on Jim Walcott's agenda, but he took it easy on the road so he wouldn't be pulled over by the state troopers. The black tinted glass blinded anyone from seeing in. Only the windshield wasn't darkly tinged.

"She's coming around," Gladys announced. The effects of the chloroform was working its way out of her system. "I've given her two mild shots of sedation. Do you want me to do anything else?"

"Give her enough demerol to keep her calm," Jim ordered. "Don't overdose."

"Do you think I'm some dumb bimbo who doesn't know what she's doing?" Gladys snapped at him. "I know exactly what I'm doing," she added, as she looked to the morning sun, measuring the dosage. She gave a quick alcohol wipe and put the needle into the beautiful blond's arm.

"Sorry," Jim apologized. "It's our biggest score to date. And she knows all about us guys. Hell, we went to school with her. When we make delivery with the guy who bought her, I don't give a shit what happens to her. He can fuck her or kill her. I don't care." He explained this to Gladys because he liked her. They had fucked before and he wanted to do it again. Gladys Schilling wasn't a cold fish lying in bed like his former wife. This young girl put out all she had when they were in bed together.

Gladys just continued to stroke the girls hair gently. Under any other kind of circumstances, she'd be making girl-girl love to her. She was happy that she tagged along with this job. Not only would she be making a thousand bucks, she was determined that not one hair on the victim's head would be harmed. Unknown to any of the men, she had a small .22 revolver in her purse with one round already in the chamber. It was an automatic.