Chapter 2

The kidnappers planned their escape route well. Jim had driven it twice before. Just north of Orrovile near the Canadian border was an old abandoned mine, closed for almost one hundred years. The mine was little known to others, except a few kids who explored it before one got lost and died. Since then, a steel door had been installed to keep them away. It was a mine that had various kinds of semi-precious gems. Around 1881 it shutdown because financially it wasn't feasible to keep operating. Most of the miners turned to farming and forgot its existence.

Little did anyone know that the other end of the shaft was in Canada. Jim hid the SUV in a prearranged spot he believed would be well concealed. Despite Gladys' protests, the men bound and gagged Cynthia. The victim was still half out of it as they dragged her close to the door. They had opened it before but spot welded it shut. It would take only a few minutes to pop them and open the entrance. They had much less difficulty opening the heavy, thick steel door than pulling it back into place once they entered the mine. Upon closing the barrier, it turned pitch black, they all drew out their flashlights with the exception of the girls. Everyone, except Cynthia, was tired, especially the men. There was a house not too far from the mine in Canada. It took them an hour to navigate past the border and into Canada.

Their goal was a house not too far from the mine exit. It would take them at least an hour to wend their way through the dark and trecherous mine.

A million thoughts ran through Cynthia's mind as she was dragged by two hefty men. 'Am I going to die? What are they going to do it me? Why am I the one being pulled in the dark against my will?' That and many other things popped in and out of her head.

"Don't be so rough!" Gladys snarled, being protective of the captive.

"Shut up, bitch," one of the men snapped.

"Everyone shut the fuck up," Jim barked. Back in school he had many times masturbated to Cynthia's image in his head. No one was going to hurt her. It wasn't that he still had a crush on her, it's just that this was his biggest payday in his life. Emotions had nothing to do with it. They moved along slowly until they found the open exit. The Canadians hadn't bothered sealing their end. Outside was dark but nothing like the mine. This was an area sparsely populated. They stumbled about a half mile with no flashlights to another black tinted windows SUV.

Jim drove ten kilometers to a house which he rented a week ago. They entered the large, rustic, five bedroom log cabin, which was complete with kitchen, food and supplies. Everyone's odor meant that showers were in order, as well as shaving for the men. Cynthia was given the opportunity to shower first. Gladys joined her but restrained herself from what she wanted to do with the girl. Cynthia had an amazing body. Full breasts, a small trimmed patch of pubic hair covering the lips of her sex, long muscular legs that exuded much sensuality. A small waist that made her hips standout all the more. Gladys only shampooed the girl's head.

"You have such beautiful hair," Gladys complimented.

"Thank you," Cynthia returned, with her mind elsewhere. She imagined her parents being frantic about her disappearance. Especially her mother who didn't know how to handle problems very well. If it hadn't been for her father and herself, Vanessa would have been a basket case a long time ago.

Once they were out of the shower, Cynthia permitted Gladys to pat her dry. When the young girl took her time on her breasts, ass, and pussy, particularly her pussy, Cynthia began think of Gladys was a lesbian or a bisexual. At that time Cynthia did not debate the issue. She felt fortunate that she had someone in this gang to have her interests at heart.

After putting a long cotton gown on Cynthia, Gladys clad herself in some sexy baby doll lingerie and led Cynthia to their room. She cuffed her right foot to the iron bedpost and climbed in beside the comely blonde. Gladys lay next to her, cuddling, with an arm about Cynthia's waist. Although she felt uncomfortable in this situation, with all the drugs in her body as well as the residue of the chloroform, the Thomas woman eventually fell into a restful sleep. Gladys soon followed.

"Can you get me something to eat? I'm starving," Cynthia asked, shaking Gladys awake It was the middle of the night.