The Spencer Girls

by Ashley Steele

 

I slowly awoke but I couldn't open my eyes. It was as if they were forced shut. I tried to speak but could only get out a few muffled grunts. Suddenly it dawned on me that I was blindfolded and gagged and gagged with something that felt like a golf ball in my mouth. I could even hear since something had been shoved in both ears and tape wrapped tightly around my head, mouth, and ears.

What was even worse was that my hands were tied behind me. It wasn't just my hands that were tied, I was tied so tightly that my forearms, elbows, were actually touching each other. Even my shoulders were pulled together in that same direction. My legs were tied together from my ankles, past my knees, and up to my thighs. My bound ankles were brought up to my butt and were tied securely to my hands in a tight hog-tie fashion. As I began to struggle to free myself, the knots only got smaller and tighter. All I could do now was sit there and cry since I was completely and totally helpless until somebody came and rescued me. Why would somebody this to me?

Meanwhile, when Linda and Nikki got back to tell Coach Williams about Amy being kidnapped, most if not all of Rivervale sprang into action. The police were called in and a search center was set up in the school gymnasium. An nation wide Amber Alert was sent out for fifteen year old Amy Louise Spencer who was last seen wearing a blue, yellow, and white cheerleading uniform.

Back at the Spencer house, concerned neighbors outside started a round-the-clock vigil. A next-door neighbor named Hank Jones summed up the basic sentiment of the town by saying, "as for myself, I'm ready to kill the asshole that did this to Amy and you quote me on that word for word".

Inside the house, Amy's mother was being cared for by Amy's friend Cindy, her mother, and a friend of the family—Janice Williams—spokesperson for the family—came out recently to state that Faith Spencer is doing as fine as well can be expected.

Back at a deserted fishing cabin up in northern Maine, Rachel James was having the time of her life. It was so much fun in seeing that little bitch, Amy Spencer all tightly hog-tied that she is and watching her squirm and struggle to free herself from her ropes. The little stupid bitch doesn't even realize that it is futile—that she is never getting free.

Rachel goes back into the room to undo the tape around Amy's ears and removes the earplugs that she had inserted earlier.

"Nod your head yes if you can hear me bitch', screamed Rachel.

I did hear and nodded my head yes

"OK. Second question. Do you need to use the bathroom"?

Again, I nodded my head yes.

OK. Since you have to go. I'm going to undo your hog-tie and remove the gag from your mouth but your hands, arms, and legs stay tied. Also the blindfold stays on. I'm going to carry you outside to the outhouse where you can do your business and to prove that I'm a nice person I'll even let you close the door to give you some privacy but no funny business, which includes no screaming. Even though it wouldn't do any good since we're out in the middle nowhere.

All I could do was to nod my head yes and allow myself to be carried effortlessly by Rachel to the outhouse. I really needed to go. I was just thankful that I was wearing that new gaff that my mother had brought for me off the Internet. It was a brand new model that not only tucked my penis but also forced me to sit to pee. The only thing that I needed help from Rachel was lowering my cheerleading skirt and panties since my hands were behind my back

After a few minutes, I could hear this woman screaming, "hey bitch, are you finished yet?

I haven't got all day"!

"Yes, but I need help in wiping myself", I begged.

"Boy aren't you a helpless little bitch", taunted Rachel.

"Please, I pleaded. What do you expect with my hands tied behind my back".

"I guess you have a point", ceded Rachel.

"Thank you", I said.

While this girl was retying my legs, I kept trying to reason with her.

"Please, what are you going to do with me", I pleaded.

"That is for me to know and for you to find out".

"Please just let me go. I won't tell anyone. I promise I won't".

"YEA. RIGHT. Like I'm going to believe a little lying girlfriend stealing bitch like you".

"Please, what are you talking about? I didn't steal anybody's girlfriend. At least tell me what your name is and we can be at a first name basis".

"Like that's going to happen. You must think that I'm as stupid as you are".

"Can I at least have back my winter coat to cover myself with? I'm freezing wearing only my cheerleading outfit.

"I guess I can at least do that for you, but I won't".

 

"Right now, just be quiet because I'm going to be outside for awhile chopping some firewood that we'll need. I just heard on the radio that there's a major snowstorm headed our way and we'll be stuck here for a long time. Maine winters can be such a bitch. With that said, Rachel left and closed the door, leaving me crying through my gag until I fell asleep.

Back in Rivervale

The vigil is continuing outside the Spencer house waiting word of Amy's safe return. A silence comes over the crowd when Rivervale Chief of Police Roy Adams pulls up into the Spencer driveway and heads into the house.

Chief Adams speaks briefly to Coach Williams and asks, "how is Miss Spencer doing? Is she ready to speak with us"?

"Not right now she isn't, answered the coach. The family doctor just left and had given Faith some sedatives. She is sleeping right now. As for the time being, I'm the spokesperson for the family.

"Well, we have a few leads. A cab driver from downtown has informed us that at 10:07 he took a call from an Amy Spencer to pick her up at the highschool and to drop her off at the Pizza Hut. Miss Spencer made that call from her cell phone we found in her purse. We verified the call from the cell phone records. The cabby waited for twenty minutes as standard procedure. When Miss Spencer hadn't shown up, he went around the school several time hoping that she was still around. When he hadn't found her, he assumed it was another high school prank and he left for the garage", explained the chief.

"You said that there was another lead", asked coach Williams.

" This lead wasn't verified but someone saw a couple of young people, a boy and a girl driving a brown Chevy van, circa late 80's filling up for gas and groceries. The gas station attendant that filled their tanks mentioned that they appeared to be very nervous and in a hurry. While he was filling them up, he thought he heard a thumping and a kicking from in the back of the van. He tried to see through the dirty side windows and he thought he could see the figure of a bound girl in the back but he couldn't be sure.

The attendant tried to keep them there as long as they could but they in a hurry and couldn't wait. The attendant then called the local cops but since he couldn't be sure of what he saw, the police just took note of it and left it at that. After the Amber Alert went out and the gas attendant heard about it—he immediately called the cops and they contacted us.

"Where was this gas station", asked coach Williams.

"Just about short of a mile from the Maine border", answered the chief.

"Right now we just want to keep that part out of the papers so we asked that the family not to tell anyone about it. We do think that Maine was where the kidnappers were headed. You can tell Miss Spencer that if I have to, I'll go to the pits of hell to bring her daughter back safely. This is personally for me. The wife and I have five daughters and the youngest is the same age as Amy. I must have to tell you that there's a major snowstorm headed our way and is expected to hit the whole northeast. We already have the FBI in on this since it is a kidnapping.

"Thank you and please do keep us informed of anything as it comes", replied the coach.

 

Once I wake up again, I realized that I had been moved. I can feel the heat from a fire nearby. I also can feel that I'm laying some sort of furry rug of some kind—actually it feels kind of nice. At least I'm no longer in that damn cold bedroom.

"Oh, I see that the sweet little cheerleader princess is awake. Have a nice sleep"?

All I can do is to "mmphhhh" through my gag.

"What was that you're trying to say, princess? Gag must be getting in the way".

Rachel no reaches down to remove my gag.

"Now, is that better"?

"Yes, I replied. Will you tell me what your name is, please"?

"I guess there wouldn't be any harm in that since you won't be going back"? My name is Rachel James. I'm the girl that you stole your girlfriend from".

"I didn't steal anybody's girlfriend. You've got to believe me. Nikki doesn't even like me".

" I saw the way that she was hugging you after that game tonight. It was as if she didn't want to let you go".

"Oh, come on Rachel. We were just celebrating our undefeated season. Everyone was hugging everyone else".

"Yea, I saw that too but with you and Nikki it was just different. When she lifted you off your dainty little feet, I noticed how you wrapped them around Nikki's waist.

"Please, I have no idea why I did that. We were so happy with winning that game and being undefeated. You have got to believe me and let me go. I swear I won't tell on you", I begged.
"Since you won't tell me the truth, I guess that you have had enough warmth and comfort. It's back to the freezing bedroom".

"Please NOOOOO", I wailed.

Now I was once again lying on the bare hardwood floor and my mouth was re-gagged. All I could do was cry and cry I did.

 

"Johnson!!! Screamed the coach. You are moving like molasses. That's the eighth time that you've missed an easy shot. Concentrate and follow through".

No matter how Nikki Johnson tried to concentrate on team practice, she just couldn't do it. All she could think of did not know where Amy is. That was it. Ever since Amy was kidnapped, all Nikki could think about was getting him/her back. I can't even concentrate on my game without our little mascot cheering us on.

"Sorry coach. I'm out of here. I need to be outing there helping in to search for Amy and bring her home. With that said, Nikki walked back to the girls' locker room to shower and change clothes and rejoin the search.

"Nikki is right. Practice can wait. All of you head for the showers and meet me back here after you're done. We wouldn't be here if it weren't for that girl", said Coach Williams.

"Crazy bitch", thought Amy Spencer. Rachel must have been practically stalking me for the last few weeks just waiting for the right moment to make her move. How can anyone in his or her right mind think that I would steal anybody's girlfriend? Nikki's not even my type; at least I don't think that she is.

"If I could only get this blindfold off me, then I could get an idea of where I am. I can only hear the howling wind shaking the ramshackle fishing cabin. I can feel the ever-tightening clothesline binding my limbs together. Please, somebody save me! I just want to go home to my mother and my friends. The hopelessness that I am in only makes me to cry until I fall asleep.

As Nikki Johnson makes it to her car, she happens to notice Daryl James black van in the parking lot. "Oh, I see that Daryl must be serving detention as usual", mused Nikki.

She then remembers that it's been at least three days since she has seen or heard from Rachel after breaking up. On impulse, Nikki tries the side door to the van and finds it unlocked. Finding only a few scattered automobile parts, she is about to close the door when she notices something shiny from behind a fuel filter. What she finds, is a girl's wristwatch that she immediately recognizes as belonging to Amy?

"Now, why would Amy's wrist-watch be in Daryl's Van", wonders Nikki.

 

Daryl James was scared. He just had a feeling that he had gone to far this time in agreeing to help his psycho, lesbo sister out. "Shit, I should have told Rachel to screw herself and to leave me out of it. Before I was just a plain ordinary bully but now I'm an accessory to kidnapping". Daryl leans over to look over at the clock and notice his detention will be over in five minutes and then I'll be out of here.

Nikki Johnson didn't know what to do. Should she go to the police with the Amy's watch or confront Rachel's brother. Nikki quickly makes a decision. She crawls into the van and slides the door closed to wait for Daryl to come back.

Daryl James emerges into the freezing cold, pauses long enough to light a cigarette and begins walking to his van. He finds nothing out of the ordinary since he is busy trying to stay warm in his light denim jacket. He gets to the van, opens the door, and gets in. As he is just about to start the van, Daryl hears a voice from behind him,

"Well hello shithead! I want to know where Amy Spencer is".

"How the fuck should I know", denied Daryl?

"Wrong answer asshole. Lets try it again, prick", ordered Nikki.

"Screw you, you freaking dike".

"Last chance before I take you to the cops. You tell me now where you and your psychotic sister took Amy Spencer and maybe I'll tell the cops to go easy on you. Now where is Amy Spencer"?

Daryl only look in this crazy bitch's eyes and knew that she meant business. If he was going down, then he'll take is psycho sister down with him.

"I'll talk man!

"I'm listening".

"We took her to a isolated fishing/hunting cabin that our dead old man owned up in northern Maine. The lake that it is on is completed deserted—the nearest neighbor is about sixty miles".

"You better be telling the truth, Daryl", threatened Nikki. If something happens to Amy, then I'm coming after you".

"I swear that I'm telling the truth".

"You better be", Nikki warned again. Now, get into the front seat of my car and I'll take you down to the police station where you can tell Chief Adams what you just told me

After Daryl finished singing like a canary, Chief Adams just stared at him and said,

"Book his sorry ass and throw it in jail but don't worry about being lonely since your sister will be joining you soon and that's a promise".

 

Sheriff's deputy Clarke Wilson had just come on for his third shift duty. The third shift had always been his favorite part of the job. It was always quiet at this time of night. Being a cop in the village of Upton Falls was easy, nothing ever happened here and that was fine by Clarke. On this particular night, Clarke knew that it was going to be especially quiet with the snowstorm raging like it is and was expected to rage throughout the weekend. All that changes when the phone suddenly rings and Clarke picks it up,

"Upton Falls Village Police, Deputy Wilson speaking. How may I help you"?

"This is Chief of Police Roy Adams here. I'm calling about a missing fifteen-year-old girl that was kidnapped earlier last Friday night. We have reason to believe that she is being held in a fishing cabin at Willow Lake. The girl's name is Amy Louie Spencer

"Holy shit, thought Clarke. There's a Amber Alert out for her". What can I do for you chief, asked Clarke.

"We have a team of officers on their way up in four wheel drive Hummers and when we get there we are going to need snowmobiles to get to the lake. Get as many sleds as you can find", ordered the chief.

Willow Lake is twenty miles from here and snowmobiles are the only thing that is going to get you up there tonight. The roads around here are all closed. We have two sleds at the station you can use and I think I can scrounge up a few more. I'll have them gassed and ready when you get here, sir".

The pain was excoriating as I tried to get some circulation through my bound hands. "Please, I silently prayed. Please let somebody or anybody find my watch in Daryl's van, it's my only hope to being rescued. I wonder what time it is. Hell, I don't even know what day it is. For some reason, the ropes felt like they might have been loosening. Either it was my wishful thinking or Rachel was getting sloppy with the untying and retying. "Just stay calm and keep working on the knots", I said to myself

After fifteen minutes of working the knots, I was finally rewarded. Yes, the knots were definitely loosening. "Yes, I'm going to get free", I promised himself.

DAMN, DAMN, DAMN, screamed Rachel as she heard the approaching roar of the snowmobiles getting closer to her. Rachel knew immediately that her wuss of a brother must of broke down and ratted her out to the cops—why else would they be coming up to the middle of nowhere at Willow Lake and in a blizzard no less. "I have to get the fuck out of here", Rachel thought to herself. The Spencer bitch will just have to get hers another day", Rachel thought again bitterly.

"What is that sound", I wondered. It sounds like several snowmobiles and they appear to be getting louder.

From another room, I can hear Rachel screaming like she's pissed. Then I hear the trampling of feet and the slamming of the front door. Finally, I hear the starting up of another snowmobile. The engine struggled and finally caught and roared to life. Rachel then races off into the night and into the oncoming blizzard.

"Damn, I thought. That crazy bitch has left me all alone".

As I keep on loosening my ropes, I hear the continuing roar of the sleds beginning to pull into what must be the driveway of the cabin. My hopes begin to soar even higher when I hear voices yelling and calling out to me.

"AMY, WHERE ARE YOU? ARE YOU HERE?

All I can do is muffle through my gag to try to answer back.

"Ok, now. I want every square foot of this searched and be careful of the James girl—she may be dangerous", ordered another voice.

I can hear the footsteps and voices getting closer to where I am when the door bursts open and I hear a voice yell out—"I've found her! The poor thing is all bound and gagged.

As I try to shrink away from the hand that's about to remove my blindfold, I hear a female voice of one of the deputies;

"Calm down Miss. Everything is going to be all right. I'm just going to remove your blindfold and gag and untie you".

"Thank you" was all I could say to my rescuers before I closed my eyes and passed out from exhaustion

  

  

  

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