Suzie stood under a street light and waited for Nate Tower to arrive. Hidden in shadows down the road, Cindy waited in their car. As cute as her younger sister looked in her miniskirt and sweater, she hoped no one else would try to pick her up before Nate. She lifted the mike of her citizens band radio and called Liddy.
"You there, Liddy? All okay?"
There was a moments pause and the speaker cracked hoarsely. "All okay Cindy. I guess this radio you two stuck in my car will work all right."
"Don't worry about it. Just press the button when you want to speak. I can hear you fine. Do you have the Police radio on also?"
"Yeah, but real low so I can hear you when you call."
"Good. Remember, if you need to get hold of me of the deputies, just turn up the volume and push the button on the mike, too, just like the one you're using now."
"Right. I won't forget Cindy." Nervously the sensuous blonde rested the CB mike back in its cradle. Gingerly she pulled sown her shorts and began to fondle her tender clit. She hoped a little masturbation might help relieve the tension.
The girl looked around as if fearing being taken by surprise. But there was no one in sight. Below her a few cars passed rapidly along the expressway. She had been placed near the exit ramp that Tower would undoubtedly take to Pine Grove. It was just extra security in case Cindy lost the photographer in traffic.
"Here he is," cracked Cindy's voice over the radio. Liddy quickly grabbed the microphone.
"What's happening?" she asked anxiously, quickly pulling up her pants and preparing for action.
"Nothing, he's just picking her up. It must be him ‘cause Suzie's getting in without hesitation. It's a light blue Ford, nearly brand new but there's a big dent in the right rear fender. I can't see the license number, but… there they go. I'm following. Keep in contact.
Cindy glided her car out of the shadows as soon as it was safe. The Ford was headed straight down Locust Street and since there was little traffic the young brunette risked not turning on her lights until Tower swung left Onto Broadway. Fortunately there were enough cars on his major street for Cindy to escape the photographer's notice, if he suspected a tail.
Things seemed to go smoothly for a few moments until Cindy realized that the driver was passing one by one all the streets that led to the expressway. He should have turned right again long ago, but didn't. As they reached the city limits and left them, it became undeniably clear that he had no intention of taking the expressway. They were now on the old highway that headed for Hazelville and picking up speed. Cindy realized with alarm that he had no thought of heading back to Pine Grove.
The teenager bit her lip with frustration and anger at herself. All three girls had assumed that Suzie would be taken back to the photographer's studio. But there was no reason for that assumption-there was more than just Nate Tower involved in all this. It was a mistake Daddy would not have made. Quickly she picked up the mike and informed Liddy of what had happened.
"We're just passing through Cross Corners now, heading at fifty miles per hour toward Hazelville. I'm sure he doesn't realize he's being tailed." Liddy listened to Cindy's instructions carefully. She was amazed at how calm and controlled the girl's voice sounded.
"You're only about a twenty minute drive now from where the expressway intersects this road, Liddy. If you go by maximum speed. It'll take us at least forty minutes to get that far. If you haven't heard from me before, call me. If he hasn't turned off, I'll have you wait there until he passes. Then you can join the tail. Otherwise, I'll tell you where to head for. Understood?"
"Understood," said Liddy in an excited voice. "I'll call you when I get there."
"Roger and good luck, Liddy. We need it."
By the time the conversation ended Liddy was already down the entrance ramp and on the expressway. She pressed her foot firmly on the accelerator and the speedometer rose to seventy. She hoped she'd not be intercepted by a radar unit now and stopped for speeding. This was no time to be delayed.
But all went smoothly. In a few minutes she pulled off the exit ramp and onto the old highway. She checked her watch. She'd made it in eighteen minutes flat.
Nervously she picked up the microphone and called her partner. But there was no answer. Again she called, almost frantic at the refusal of Cindy to respond. Quickly she wiggled the jack on the mike and checked the call button. A little red light on the transmitter showed it was still on. Everything seemed all right in the set. Something must have happened to Cindy.
Liddy waited another anxious five minutes, futilely trying to get a hold of her friend. Finally she decided to drive back in the direction of Normasburg. If they were still headed toward Hazelville she'd intercept them in less than five minutes. And whenever a car approached the young blonde would slow so that she could get a good look at the oncoming vehicle. But none of them even resembled the blue Ford or Cindy's car.
Steadily the girl drove down the old narrow highway, looking carefully for signs of either vehicle. But not the slightest trace of them appeared. And when she topped a hill and saw the lights of Cross Corners below, where she had last heard from her friend, she knew she'd lost them.
Quietly she pulled the car off the road and leaned her head against the steering wheel. She felt sick and desperate. Liddy began to sob almost hysterically.
Suzie had felt no discernible apprehension when she hopped into Nate Tower's car. With her sister behind her and Liddy on the alert ahead, she felt secure. She had complete confidence in the abilities of her sister and her friend. Yet in spite of this reassurance, she was aware of a growing feeling of anxiety. They had passed all the roads leading to Pine Grove and were headed out on the old highway.
"Is this the way to Pine Grove?" she queried hesitantly, sounding a bit unsure of herself.
"No," smiled Nate generously, "we're not headed there. I've got a friend who lets me use his deserted house in the country. It's a great backdrop for photos and there's absolute privacy."
"Oh, I see," replied the teenager timidly. She had not been prepared for this. Desperately she wanted to sneak a peak over her shoulder and see if a car-Cindy's car-was following them. But that would be too dangerous. She could easily give their plot away if she appeared anxious. Instead she settled back in her seat and listened to the soothing drone of the photographer's voice.
But suddenly Nate had ceased his easy flow of conversation and was staring worriedly in the rear view mirror. "Something wrong?" she asked, her heart in her throat.
"I don't think so," was the measured reply, "but that car behind us I'm sure has been with us ever since we left Normasburg. Strange. Few cars travel this old road for very far these days."
Suzie cleared her throat and smiled. She put aside any fears and concentrated on the part she had to play. "But why would anyone want to follow us?" she asked in a voice that was meant to sound half-joking, half-incredulous. Nate glanced at her sharply, then broke into a broad grin.
"No reason at all." He laughed lightly. "Guess I'm just too sensitive to that kind of thing. We're still less that five miles from Cross Corners. Probably just some farmer going home after a few beers."
"I should hope so," giggled Suzie lightly.
"In any case, we'll know in a moment. We turn off at the top of the hill." In agreement with his words he switched on the turn flashers and slowed the Ford to a safe speed. In a moment they slipped onto a narrow dirt road, obviously a little used farm way. They drove slowly for a few moments while the driver kept his eyes on the mirror. Finally he smiled. "Yep, drove right on by."
"Well I hope so, Nate," replied Suzie, this time looking back. "You had me scared. I mean, I don't know who would follow us. But what I'm doing tonight-you know, nude modeling-has kind of got me nervous anyway. What would my parents think if…"
"Don't worry, honey," broke in Nate again in his reassuring voice, "no one in Normasburg will ever know. It's quite safe and discreet. And an easy hundred bucks?'
Suzie smiled and sat back again. She could not however suppress the growing sense of anxiety. Of course Cindy would have driven by the turn at first, in case she had been suspected of tailing. Undoubtedly in a moment she'd follow them, at a safer distance. But somehow Suzie would have felt more easy if the car had turned in after them.
In a few moments they topped a hill. Before them was a washed out bridge and old dilapidated warning sign. She caught her breath for it looked as if they were going to crash right into it, when the Ford quickly made a sharp left. They were on a private road now, headed for the mansion of Nate's friend.
"It really is quite private, isn't it?" she asked casually, realizing that they were now far from any traveled paths.
"Right. I told you it would be. No eavesdroppers here. The county never replaced that old bridge when it washed out. And we're the only house on this road now."
The young teenager looked into the darkness that surrounded them. Anything could happen to her here and no one would ever know.
Cindy was already following close behind. As Suzie had suspected, she'd passed its entrance with lights on, swung about quickly and headed back for the road. She had been justifiably afraid Nate would have noticed her behind him with no more traffic than there was on the old highway.
Immediately she switched off the lights. She wasn't going to risk losing her sister by following too far behind. But if her car lights suddenly reappeared it would be a dead give away.
She looked desperately into the darkness in front of her. As she topped the first hill she saw in the distance the taillights of the Ford. It had taken only a few minutes for her to turn around and begin the pursuit again, but obviously Nate Tower knew the road they were on and was making good time. They were already dangerously far ahead of her.
Determinedly the seventeen-year-old stepped on the gas and shot forward into the darkness. She knew that she was going too fast even if she had her lights on but Suzie was running more risk than she was.
In moments she topped the second hill and started down. Before she realized what was happening she crashed through the sign defending the wrecked bridge and felt her car skid wildly out of control down the creek embankment. It came to rest against a tree at the water's edge. Cindy's head cracked solidly against the windshield and she slumped unconscious into the seat, blood oozing down her face.
Nate Tower glanced sharply in the rear view mirror. "You hear something?" he asked curtly.
Suzie started to reply negatively when both of them heard a dull thud somewhere behind them. It sounded as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.
Together they waited without speaking. Suzie became increasingly concerned. She would have felt better if Cindy's car had come along and had been seen-at least she would have known her older sister was all right. And she would have had time to report their position to Daddy's deputies. Maybe she was alert enough to see Nate stop the car, she reflected. But she doubted it. Nate had been traveling at a good clip and Cindy would have to travel without lights to avoid being seen.
Without lights, she thought again, startled. Without lights, the dilapidated warning sign, the washed out bridge. Suddenly the young teenager knew intuitively what had happened. She rested back in the seat and drew a deep breath, trying to control her nerves. But her primary concern for the moment was not her own safety, but whether her sister had been hurt. And how badly.
"Must have been a dead tree limb falling," commented Nate finally, apparently satisfied he wasn't being tailed. A few hundred yards later they came to a secluded old mansion, its windows full of lights.
"There are people in there," whispered Suzie, her voice betraying her anxiety.
"Camera crew," was the unemotional response.
"I thought we'd be alone."
"Just you and us." His voice was calm and devoid of feeling. Suzie hesitated for a moment.
"I don't want to go through with it. Take me home," she demanded quaveringly.
This time Nate didn't try to lie or coax her in with reassuring words. You're here now and you have no choke about it. Get out."
Certain that her companion was capable of ruthlessness and murder. Suzie knew exactly where she stood. Her only hope now was to play along and wait till help arrived, if it arrived. Somehow she gathered courage to face what was within the old mansion.
Inside the gaily lit front room the people were obviously not photo technicians. Six women and five men dressed in deep red robes, their fronts generally open to expose the nakedness of their bodies. Suzie said nothing as she took in their surroundings.
In the middle of the room was a long, low mahogany table, stained with blood, as were the guests robes. It was obviously an altar and the people there were the butchers. There was no question who the victim would be. Suzie shuddered as she wondered what Sally Donalds and the other girls had thought when they first entered these strange surroundings. And how long it had taken them to realize they'd never leave here alive. The fourteen-year-old choked back a sob for her dead playmate-the not too bright little virgin, Sally.
The twelve malicious men and women that surrounded her gazed on her sadistically. "Wait just a moment," Nate commanded and disappeared briefly into another room. When he returned he, too, wore a red robe open at the front. Suzie could not suppress a gasp when she spied his cock completely lax, with no sign of erection, it was well over a foot long. Grotesquely it dangled almost to his knees.
"One thing about it, you bastard," the teenager whispered hoarsely, "you're hung."
"Don't talk like that," spoke up a gray haired, fatherly looking man. "Young girls shouldn't use such language." Quickly he stepped forward and slapped her sharply on the face.
Suzie stepped back, startled. But she showed no other emotion. Grimly she waited, knowing she'd suffer a lot more than a slap before she got out of this.
"We've got a real brave girl with us this time," spoke up one of the women. "The others were all in tears by now."
"Real brave, real pretty and real smart," responded Nate, eyeing her coolly. "But she should be brave, she's the Sheriff's daughter."
Suzie stared at him in surprise. "How did you know?" she gasped.
"Any man who lives around this part of the country very long and has an eye to young girls as I do knows the two Smith girls. Your sister's too grown up and well developed for our tastes, but with your beautiful small bottom and still underdeveloped breasts you meet our specifications perfectly. And the reputation is that you're still a virgin."
At this the small girl raised her eyebrows, but said nothing. Her best course would be to keep silent except when told to speak.
"Put this on," commanded a man beside her, offering her a pure white, terrycloth robe. It was brand new. Suzie figured they probably bought them by the dozen so each victim could have one free from blood stains. She took it mechanically and headed for the room where the abductor had changed.
"No, strip in front of us, Suzie," said Nate, "we like to watch."
Obediently the girl stopped and laid the robe over a chair.
She pulled her sweater up over her head. She had worn no under clothes and her small but perfectly young breasts jiggled into view. To hushed comments of praise and admiration she unbuttoned her tight old blue jeans and slid them down her long slender legs. She wondered momentarily whether she'd ever be able to put the worn pants on again.
As Suzie was stripping naked in front of the greedy eyes of her abductors, Sheriffs cars were already screaming full siren from every part of Normasburg County. All had a single destination: Cross Corners. Liddy had finally called in Big Daddy.
An Big Daddy himself was speeding at a reckless pace from the capitol. His own siren howled piteously as he streaked to join Liddy. In his eyes were tears of anger, passion and fear. As a trained policeman he knew instinctively that a thorough search would take days, and then it would be too lath for his young, virgin daughters.
At least, he comforted himself, they had enough sense to see that Joey was well taken care of Miss Kuim-excellent choice. No sex crazy young girl.
Back at the old mansion the fatherly looking man was exploring Suzie's quim. "Damn," he grunted loudly, "she's not virgin."
"You're kidding," said Nate Tower flatly, stepping up to take a look. "You're right and more than once. This furrow's been plowed many times." There was a general murmur of disappointment and anger from the twelve kidnappers. "And at your age, Suzie," Nate continued moralistically, "you should be ashamed."
"And with your reputation, too," added a slender blonde in her thirties, whom the young victim recognized earlier as a librarian at the Normasburg City Public School System.
Suzie sat without comment on the corner of the altar, her legs spread well apart so that they could examine her pussy with ease. When their anger at her early promiscuity had settled, all the men and woman alike came forward to feel and explore her genitals and breasts. She shuddered involuntarily as uncaring fingers shoved into her cunt and asshole, pulled at her breasts and pinched her nipples.
But surprisingly, the fourteen-year-old felt no embarrassment or even anger. She kept cool. The only thought in her mind was survival. Ironically, if these people had asked her to do these things freely, she would have agreed eagerly. She had dreamed of an orgy for years, even before she lost her virginity. She would have loved it, and there would be no need for murder. When the guests had finished, Nate helped her off the altar and guided her to a huge chair. It was like a throne, resting on a raised platform at one end of the huge room. Yet it wasn't comfortable, made of hard flat boards without any sort of padding. Her hands and feet were shackled to it so that she could not move. A woman approached her and spread Suzie's virginal robe fully open, exposing all of her body but her shoulders and arms.
"Don't be afraid Suzie," said Nate, "tonight you're our Queen. You symbolize the eternal rebirth and variety of sexuality for us. We don't hurt you tonight, Suzie. In fact, you'll receive the very best of whatever we have to offer." The well hung stud sat down quietly before her. "I imagine you'd like to know what's going on, wouldn't you Suzie?"
Shackled to her chair, the young girl nodded her mute affirmation. At least she'd like to know why, if she had to die. Easily the handsome young man launched into his explanation.
"Each of us here has a particular sexual variation or deviation. John here," he pointed to the fatherly looking man who had slapped her face and been so disappointed at her loss of virginity, "John likes to fuck extra young girls. Even mere children if he can get them. Especially he wants virgins, and that's why we're so disappointed in you Suzie."
"At least I had a tight one last time," commented John gruffly. Suzie winced, realizing he referred to her friend, Sally Donalds.
"Then we have a male and a female homosexual, a hermaphrodite, another who loves to bind and fetter female victims, one who likes to be beaten, a girl that has a fetish for breasts, one who likes to fuck and watch others fuck animals, another who likes to whip and torture women. And myself," he paused a moment, "I like women to admire and suffer from my beautiful pendulum." Tenderly and lovingly he lifted the gigantic dong that hung soft between his legs.
"Limp like this it measures twelve inches, and when it's hard-a full eighteen." He smiled proudly down at his enormous tool. "It's the largest penis I've ever heard of Suzie, a real mutation. And you'll feel every single inch of it Suzie-every inch." His eyes took on a malicious twinkle. Suzie swallowed hard, realizing that in other circumstances she would love to try it.
"And of course there's Otto here who is a cannibal." He paused a moment to let this sink in. Otto stood up an abnormally fat man in his late twenties, with a jolly and amiable face.
"Otto's a meat cutter by trade. He knows how to cut out those slices of human meat that he loves, even from the leanest young body."
For the first time Suzie was visibly shaken. An audible gasp escaped her trembling lips. "That's why those girls have been cut up and mutilated," she managed to say in a frightened voice.
"Right Suzie, those tender cuts of thigh, breast and tongue are served up for Otto's supper." The unfortunate teenager closed her eyes and hung her head to the side. She was dizzy and nauseous. After a few moments Nate's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Are you going to be sick, Suzie?" he queried in a kindly voice, "We'll bring you a receptacle."
The fourteen-year-old looked up at him out of watery eyes. "No," she whispered faintly.
"Good, for I have more guests to introduce. Bill, stand up."
In response a thin pale man in his forties rose. His body was unbearably skinny, but his cock was healthy and showing signs of arousal.
"Bill's a necropheliac. He likes to screw the bodies of dead women."
Suzie flinched. She hadn't recognized him without his normal dark wool suit. "You're our undertaker, Mr. Lilly."
The man bowed in acknowledgment, smiled tightly with his thin lips and sat back down. Suzie stared at him and then the rest, lacking total comprehension. She'd always loved sex in any form but these people were criminally sick.
"And of course Suzie," Nate concluded, "at heart we're all sadists. And since we cannot find normal outlets for ourselves in Normasburg we have formed a club in which we join together in sacrificing a victim. Each one will in turn have complete authority over your body during the next day Suzie."
Suzie took a deep breath. "Why…" The young girl stopped and cleared her throat so she could speak more clearly. "Why is it necessary to kill us? And why," she paused a moment, while her naturally logical curiosity asserted itself, "why is it that these happen regularly every nine days?"
Nate laughed humorously. "So the Sheriff's figured out our nine day interval. Well, it doesn't matter. As to your questions Suzie, one answer will suffice."
"Only eight of us can fully satisfy ourselves within our group. They reign in succession for eight days. Four of us require a fresh victim from outside, so we share one day. But an entire day, not just an evening. I need someone from outside because the women here know I'll damage them if I fuck it all the way in them. John needs virgins, and of course a girl is only a virgin once. With Otto of course, the girl necessarily dies as he achieves his pleasure. And Bill must have a dead body for his. So on the ninth day we sacrifice a victim to our lust. You understand Suzie?"
The naked young girl nodded. It was all too clear.