Chapter 19. Virgin sacrifice
Karen opened the front door and was surprised to find the two teen girls with bright coats on her door step.
"Hi, Mrs. Williams!" Meg said cheerily. "Can Sarah come with us for some last minute holiday shopping? They're having a great sale over at Tobens' Department Store." Sarah had come off the stairs and Meg looked at her with a victorious gleam in her eyes. "Sarah!"She looked at Meg. Not wanting Karen to suspect that anything was wrong, she painted on her best stage smile. "Meg, how nice to see you; I thought your family was going to Mount Hilliard Resort for the holidays."
"Got canceled," she shrugged. "Daddy has to man the office in Hazelcrest since most of his staff asked for the holiday off." She and Lana stepped into the foyer. "Tobens' is having a great sale! Fifty percent off all cosmetics, sixty on shoes, and there is a killer dress I want your opinion on."
Karen, unaware of the problems or suspicions of her stepdaughter, smiled. "I think that sounds like a fun afternoon. Why don't you run along?"
Sarah came down the stairs, "Fine." She kicked off her shoes and changed into boots, then pulled on her heavy winter coat with the fur trimmed hood. She kissed Karen at the door, "I'll be back soon." She said in a voice laced with promises.
"Have fun." Karen waved her off and shut the door.
Meg hooked one arm, Lana took the other. Meg looked at Sarah, "Oh, Sarah, how silly of me! Here I am, at your door, and I forgot to bring over your skates! How about we drop by my house and maybe my brother could give us a lift back to your house with the skates, and then drop us off at the mall."
The alarms went off in the back of Sarah's head, but she smiled sweetly. "Well, they're not that important."
"Don't be silly!" Meg said making sure her arm was solidly linked into Sarah's. "I bet those skates cost a fortune, if your dad is anything like mine he'll have a fit if he knows you've misplaced them. Besides," she sighed, "my house is only a couple of blocks away. It won't take any time at all."
Sarah looked from Meg to Lana who was grinning, "I don't know, seems like a lot of trouble."
Meg tugged gently on Sarah's arm. "Come on Sarah, Hank will drive us to the mall and we won't be in the cold!"
"Alright," Sarah sighed. "I guess I should have my skates."
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Terry had walked toward the part of town that she knew Sarah lived in. She went over and over in her head what she planed to say. She hoped that Sarah would listen, and take her seriously. She came around the corner, and pulled back, seeing Meg and Lana exiting the Williams' house with Sarah. She hid in the tall evergreen hedge of the house she was near. She watched as the trio started to walk. Terry felt a cold hand of fear clutch at her heart; it was not fear for herself this time, it was fear for Sarah. She looked about, and knew she had to follow them. She moved from hedge to hedge, keeping a safe distance behind.
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Opening the back door of the Henderson house Meg called out. "Hank, I'm home." She smiled at Sarah.
Sarah looked about, "Where are your folks?"
"Daddy's manning his office, and Mom is out shopping." Meg shrugged. She took a seat at the breakfast counter, "Would you like a soda?"
"No," Sarah didn't care much for the strange look that was on Meg's face; "Just my skates, thanks."
Meg smiled coyly. "Sure, Sarah, the skates are in the mud room, come with me." She slipped off the chair she was sitting on. She led the way to a little room off the kitchen that was filled with coats, boots and scarves hanging off pegs on the wall. "They're in here," Meg pointed to the room. "Oh someone put them up on the shelf, Sarah can you reach up there to get them, it's a bit too high for me, you're taller."
Sarah moved past Meg, her hands reaching up and she rose up on tippy toe. Something in her warned her she was making a mistake. As her fingers touched the blades of her Olympic styled skates, Meg pulled something from her pocket- a cloth in a baggie. She opened it and shoved it into Sarah's face as it was turned away from them. Sarah, thrown off balance, clawed at the hand that covered her face. She was gagging and fighting for breath, and struggling to be free of the two girls who were working at holding her and keeping the cloth over her face. The world began to spin as Sarah dropped. The skates lay on the floor where they had fallen in the struggle.
Meg smiled wickedly as she crooned in the ear of the unconscious girl. "That's right baby, have a nice little nap, you're going to need all your strength." She looked at Lana who was helping to keep Sarah upright. "Hank, we've got a fish to fry." She called out.
Hank stepped into the room, "I'll get the truck out of the garage, when I get to the door, we'll haul her over to the truck and toss her in."
Lana looked at Meg, "I think we'd better hurry, your mom is do home soon."
Hank was already out the door. The two girls moved the third girl making sure they left nothing behind that would give them away. A paneled truck pulled up to the door and the driver stepped out. He picked up the limp girl and carried her to the back of the truck that Meg was opening. Sarah was dumped on top of a rug, and the other two girls jumped into the truck. The driver shut the doors, looked around at what appeared to be a deserted block, then moved swiftly to the drivers' seat and pulled back into the street.
The girl who'd been following the trio stepped out of her hiding place in the hedges. She became frantic. Her plan was to get to Sarah's and warn her, but she'd seen Meg and Lana on the door step. Following them had seemed her only recourse. Now she was beside herself with anxiety, they had taken Sarah, and she was sure Hank was going to rape her. She tore at the hair on her head, what could she do? Her mother had said do the right thing, but what the hell was that anyway? The rustling of wings in the tree above her startled her. Looking up, Terry saw the eyes of the owl looking back at her, and then she knew what she had to do.
She cut through the park, knowing the doctor's office was just beyond in the old Rookery building. She would go to him; he'd know what to do. She raced over the bridge and toward the knolls. Seeing him standing at the far end of the park where the parking lot was, talking to someone, she raced toward him, not caring anymore about whether she was involved or not. "Doctor Mayfaire! Doctor Mayfaire! Meg's abducted Sarah!" she screamed as she came within earshot.
Mayfaire's face went stony. "What?"
Terry, out of breath, grabbed his arms, taking little notice of the woman standing alongside the man. "Meg's abducted Sarah… her brother plans to rape her… I think they've drugged her."
Mayfaire shook the girl lightly. "Where did they take her?"
"Meg's brother keeps a run down little house in Hazelcrest," she explained as the man began to pull her toward the parking lot. They were followed by the woman who'd been talking to the doctor, but Terry was not looking at her. "He uses the place for sex parties." She moaned.
Opening his car door, Mayfaire reached in and lifted the car phone he seldom used. "Yes, I want to report an abduction," he looked at the mousey little girl he'd seen at the school offices. "You did the right thing…Terry, isn't it?"
She looked up at him, feeling as if the cloak of invisibility had dropped forever. "Yes, sir."
"Judith, can you take…Terry, isn't it?...home or over to the tea shop to calm her. I have a patient to look after." Mayfaire spoke to his companion who nodded with a very serious look on her face.
Terry looked up at the woman and dropped her jaw.
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Meg and Lana moved from the back of the truck to the house the moment Hank opened the back doors. Meg unlocked the door and opened it wide to allow her stepbrother to carry the limp Sarah. "Put her on the bed, and we'll strip her." She said coldly.
"You do that." Hank said with a smile. "I'll watch." He sat back in a chair, unbuttoned his coat, and got comfortable.
Lana tossed her coat and Meg's over a chair. "Where's the tranquilizer?" She asked Meg.
Meg pointed to a bottle with clear liquid on the table beside the bed that was now in the center of the parlor of the little house; "Right there. We'll give it to her soon as we have her naked and bound to the bed, not before." She began to undress the girl on the bed. "You want her boots on or off?" she asked Hank with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"On. I've got a leather fetish, as you well know, and it'll look even sexier in the pictures." Hank began to rub himself to stimulate his cock.
Neither Lana or Meg were being very careful in the undressing of the third girl, they were pulling roughly on the pretty blouse that Sarah had been wearing and laughed as the buttons tore away. Once they had Sarah down to just her bra and panties, they undressed themselves as well. Meg turned to her stepbrother, "You want us to finish or would you like the pleasure of unwrapping the bitch yourself?"
"Leave her bra and panties," Hank ordered as he stood to strip off his shirt and unfasten his jeans. "Just make sure she's cuffed before you give her the Ketamine. And make sure you pour plenty of that stuff down her throat. I don't want her to get away like the last time."
"I know what I'm doing." Meg snarled. "I've done this for you before, remember?"
Hank smiled. "Finish up tying her up, Meg. My pecker is waiting."
Lana picked up the camera she was to use. "What kind of shots you want me to take, Master?"
Hank looked at the naked girl with the camera in hand. "Long shots. Meg is better with the close-ups."
Lana positioned herself, as Meg opened the bottle of vodka laced with KetamineSarah sputtered and spat the foul tasting fluid, trying not to drink as she started to come to.
"Meg?" She turned her head, realizing who was on top of her, "Meg, don't do this!" She looked about herself; the room was foggy, but yet looked vaguely familiar. "No!" She clamped her lips tight refusing the drugged drink.
Meg, naked, laughed as she straddled Sarah, she pried Sarah's lips wide enough to pour the vile libation down the throat of the struggling girl. "Keep bucking me like that Sarah, and I'll have to do something you're not going to like." She threatened coarsely. "Keep this up and you're going to get your first taste of pussy."
Both Hank and Lana were chuckling at the sight of the struggle that was ongoing. Hank's aroused member was now standing at attention, throbbing at the sight of Sarah bucking under Meg. "Meg, baby you look so hot over her like that. Why don't you strap on a dildo and have Sarah after I'm done? I love watching two girls get it on!"
Sarah coughed as the liquid burned going down. "Meg, don't do this!"
Meg hopped off the bed, turned to her brother and giggled. "She's all yours, Hank."
The naked man moved to the bed. "Thank you, sister dear; now get out of my way."
Sarah struggled with the bindings that held her arms above her head; she knew her legs were bound, too. "Don't touch me, you ape!" She screamed.
Lana was taking pictures and laughing. "Tear her undies off, Hank!" She cheered him on.
Hank straddled the helpless girl; he reached down and pulled the delicate bra apart. He grabbed the rounded mounds that were exposed to him. "Nice tits," he growled.
"No!" Sarah screamed.
"Give her more vodka," he said to the girl taking close ups of his hands pulling the struggling girl's nipples taunt. "She's still full of fight."
"I'll drown her if I have to." Meg promised.
Lana took pictures of the scene, Meg prying the jaws open to pour in the tainted fluid and Hank playing with Sarah's tits. "God, I wish we'd thought to video this." She said gleefully.
Hank jumped back in surprise when Sarah spit the mouthful of vodka back in his face. "Bitch," he backhanded her face. "Just for that, I'm through playing nice." He moved down the bed, ripping her panties as he moved down between her legs. "I don't care if I rip you wide open." He growled.
Sarah recognized the determination in not just his voice, but his face. She knew he meant it; he was going to hurt her. Things were beginning to go fuzzy, the drug in the vodka was beginning to work on her. Sarah knew she'd have only a short time before she was helpless. Time she had to make count, she thought of the right words, her right words and knew she had to say them while she still could. "Goblin King! Save me!" She cried out as his hands went for her throat, choking off her words. She felt him press his sex organ closer to her dry vagina. It was getting dark, and she was losing consciousness, but cried out with the last breath in her throat. "Save me, Goblin King. Save me." The room began to spin about her.
A great gust of wind filled the room as the door was broken open with a battering ram. Lana and Meg both screamed as Hank was yanked off the drugged and bound girl on the bed. The room that had held only the four of them was now filled with police officers with drawn weapons. A man in a long dark coat moved into the room, his blond hair seemed to have gone wild on the gusts of wind. He moved to the bed, removed his coat to cover the girl, only then did he release her hands and feet from the bindings. He looked at her face and inspected her eyes. He saw the bottle of vodka and suspected there was something in it. "What did you give her?" He snarled.
Meg laughed as Hank and Lana, both in shock, looked at her. "I gave her what she wanted, what she needed." She boasted.
Mayfaire had never in his life struck a female, yet at this moment he was sorely tempted. "What did you give her?" He demanded.
Meg, naked and unashamed, smiled.
Mayfaire grabbed the bottle of vodka, sniffed and growled under his breath. He looked over at the other girl who was trying to shrink. Moving toward her, he held the bottle out to her. "Would you care to drink this?"
Lana gasped, "No." She pulled back, coming up against the female officer who had entered the room with the men. "Keep that shit away from me."
"What is it?" He demanded.
"Ketamine." Lana said quickly tossing the camera in her hand to the bed.
The man looked at Sarah, "How much did Meg give her?"
"Nearly the whole bottle." Lana admitted quickly thinking of getting out of this as fast as she could. "It was all Meg's idea, Meg's and Hank's."
The officer in charge of the raid looked at the doctor, "I've an ambulance on the way, I'll warn them they'll need to pump her stomach."
"We don't have time." Mayfaire moved back to the bed, raised the girl's body and opened her mouth. "Sarah, forgive me." He whispered softly as he shoved his gloved finger into her mouth to begin the gag reflex and begin the process of empting her stomach. She retched into the bed. He forced her to continue retching.
"What are you doing?" a feminine voice asked.
"Buying time." He stated, "Buying time."
Sarah looked over at him, a weak smile forming. "You saved me," she whispered. "Goblin King." She lapsed back into a semi-conscious state and remained there.
Mayfaire held her, gently. He looked over at the three naked fiends. "Take them away." He growled.
Terry was standing outside the house talking to an officer, giving what sketchy information she could. Her mother stood not too far off, having brought the girl over in her own car.
Wrapped in blankets provided by the police and the ambulance crew the three deviants were led out of the house. Hank with his wrists cuffed behind his back, making lewd suggestions to the female officer who was ushering Meg and Lana out of the house. Stepping into the cold air and the light of day, Meg stopped at seeing Terry, Meg glared at her. "You! You're supposed to be in Utica." Meg's voice was harsh and ugly.
The mousey girl shrugged, "I lied."
Hank walked past her as if she didn't exist, thinking it was the best put down. A cast off slave was of little interest to him, not now. Terry watched the squad car pull away with the three in the back seat. She turned to see the emergency team from the hospital carry Sarah out on a stretcher. Looking so pale and still she resembled one close to death. Terry turned to her mother who was at her side now, "I never wanted her hurt, not really."
"We know dear," The woman said softly. "We know."
The screaming siren cut through the cold air, as the ambulance moved toward the Hospital carrying the stricken girl and the man with mismatched eyes holding her hand.