Although we'd warned Hannah while whipping her pussy before we left that if she contacted the authorities that we'd be back to rape & kill her, we watched the news & scanned the papers for the next few days, looking for any mention of what had happened. After a week had passed with no mention of our assault, I began to breathe easier & the desire of both Amber & I to kidnap, rape, & torture another started to become overwhelming.

In hindsight, it was that desire that led me to ignore both my own warnings & common sense to abduct Courtney for us the way I did, although I'd be lying if I didn't think fate had a hand in it as well.

After all, had it not been for the afternoon emergency call to do field support in an office an hour away, I'd have never left home that day. Had there not been an accident on my exit off the interstate, or the bridge not been out on the alternate route I picked that caused the detour that I was taking a shortcut to get around, I'd very likely have never crossed paths with Courtney. If she even been at some other point other than the thickly wooded stretch where the road narrowed, say somewhere in the two miles she was from home, or the thick foliage enveloping the road hadn't muted dusk to twilight, it wouldn't have happened. Had she not looked so cute as in her tight shorts & white t-shirt that was semi-transparent from sweat, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail as I approached, I might've just driven past & waved. And had she not been tired from her jog, red faced from exertion, hands on her hips, & breathing hard as she walked, maybe she'd had instinctively run, bringing our adventures in rape to an abrupt end.

But fate was on my side.

I'd like to say I was cool, calculated, & coldly efficient in taking Courtney, but the truth is it was like I was on autopilot or watching a movie. It seemed to both happen very fast, yet also be in slow motion: rolling down the window, pulling the pistol out from the console, jumping out of the car while she stood there with a shocked look on her face, grabbing her arm & forcing her to the back of the car, wrapping duct tape around her wrists, then around her head covering her mouth & eyes, forcing her into the trunk before taping her ankles together... it was like watching myself do all of it, & by the time I had done so, I was utterly unsure how long I'd been stopped.

My heart was racing & my pulse was pounding in my head as I glanced both ways, expecting to see a car approaching, but there was none.

I used a rag in the trunk to snatch her cellphone from the pocket of her shorts along with her ID. Later, in hindsight, part of me wished I'd have had time to use her thumbprint to unlock her phone & been able to peruse it's contents, particularly when we tortured out of her that the reason she was so proficient in going down on Amber was that she'd spent so much of her freshman year of college doing so with both her roommate & one of her teammates on the volleyball team, both of whom I wanted to see, especially if their sexting & erotic selfies were still on the phone, but I'd already been stopped too long. Instead, I wound tape around her hands until I'd transformed them into a useless ball, slammed the trunk shut, & after yanking the SIM card from the phone, drove away. The SIM card went into a pond about a mile down the road, her phone got chucked into a stream a mile or so further down the road after I smashed it with a hammer.

I was beaming when I called Amber. "Meet me at the cottage & bring your toys - I got a winner". I'm not sure Courtney heard me from the trunk, but she got fiesty again like she had when I'd stopped to smash her phone & pitch it off the bridge.