sight of her friend.

“It’ll be ok! Quick! Untie me!” Michelle’s blank eyes stared vacantly for a moment, then she knelt down and began removing the straps from Debbie’s wrists and ankles. Once free, Debbie moved quickly, ignoring the burning pain in her ass, and gathered up their clothes.

“Come on! We can put these on outside!” She grabbed Michelle’s arm. “Let’s go!” With their clothing under one arm and pulling Michelle with the other hand, she pulled the door open and peered out into the hall. No one was there. At one end was a heavy wooden door, at the other was the steel door they’d come in through. There had been no handle on the outside, but there was a bar on the inside to open it. Debbie could see no lock and assumed it was a fire escape like they had at school that couldn’t be locked. They moved quickly down the hall and Debbie pushed on the metal bar. The door swung open with a clank and they stepped out into the dark alley. After checking to make sure they hadn’t been spotted, Debbie led Michelle as fast as possible down the dark alley toward a lit street at the far end. When they reached a couple of dumpsters near the end, Debbie ducked behind them, pulling Michelle in with her, and passed her clothes to her. She dressed quickly and watched for pursuers while Michelle managed to cover herself up. Debbie checked her clothing, wiped some dried cum from her face and gave her a half-hearted smile.

“Ok, let’s go find a cop! We’re free, Michelle! Free!”

Michelle managed a faint smile. After one more check down the alley, they ran out into the lit street. It was empty; no people, no cars. Little more than another alley. Debbie could see cars going by at both ends and they started out for the nearest end at a brisk walk, always looking behind them for any sign of pursuit.

A few minutes later, they emerged onto a busier street. A few cars whizzed by, but Debbie pulled Michelle out of sight next to a tall set of steps that led into one of the tenements. She’d waited too long and had been through too much to risk flagging down a car that may be their kidnappers. They could wait for a cop car.

After about fifteen minutes and no police cars, she was about to give up and try another street when she heard a slow moving vehicle approaching. She peered over the top of the steps and her heart skipped a beat when she saw a black Escalade like Carlos’ moving slowly along the street, as if searching for something, or someone. For now, they were out of sight behind the steps. But once the SUV passed the steps, they’d be sitting ducks. She took Michelle’s hand and stared into her vacant, cum-stained face.

“We may have to run for it. Can you do that?” Michelle looked at her, a hint of fear in her glassy eyes.

“R . . .run? Yeah . . . s . . . sure. I guess,” she replied, her eyes only half focused.

Debbie gripped her shoulders and gave her a shake. “Please, Michelle! This is a matter of life or death. If they catch us, they’ll kill us!”

That seemed to break through the fog a little more. Michelle nodded more sincerely. “I know. I’ll be ok.”

Debbie squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Ok.” She looked over the top of the steps again. The Escalade was closer now. The passenger window was down and she could see a muscular black arm leaning out of it. Joe!

Frantically, she looked down the street. If they ran the same way Carlos and Joe were moving, they would simply speed up and catch them in no time. If they ran the other way, past them, they may get a little further, but would still be easily caught. There was nothing to hide behind where they were now. Frustrated, she was trying to figure out what to do. They couldn’t be caught again! They would be killed for sure after escaping!

The SUV was almost to the steps. She could hear it’s idling engine and the sound of rap music coming from it’s speakers. She was about to grab Michelle and make a run for it, when it’s engine suddenly accelerated and it sped up, passing by just ten feet from where they crouched against the building. Joe and Carlos were both facing straight ahead.

‘What the . . .?’ Debbie thought. ‘Why did they do that?’ Her thoughts were cut off; her question answered when a police cruiser came into view behind Carlos and Joe. With a cry of joy, she jumped up and ran into the street in front of the cruiser, waving her arms, laughing and crying at the same time.

Chapter 20

A few minutes later, they were wrapped in blankets in the back seat of the police cruiser. Michelle sat quietly, tears of relief running down her face, while Debbie tried to explain everything they had been through to the two police officers. The officers listened to their story with shocked looks on their faces. They’d both seen a lot on the street, but Debbie’s story horrified them. From their bedraggled appearance, the way they were dressed, and Michelle was obviously in shock, they had no reason to doubt their story. Following Debbie’s directions, they returned to the building they’d just escaped from. One of the cops got out and knocked on the door. Debbie remembered the code Carlos had used and relayed it to the cop. A few moments later, a very surprised Kim opened the door.

“Is that one of them?” the other cop asked Debbie.

Michelle gripped Debbie’s arm. “Yes,” Debbie replied. “She helped them rape us.” Her voice was choked and she had to fight to keep from crying.

“It’s ok,” the cop said softly. “You’re safe now.” He picked up the microphone and radioed for backup, then opened his door. “Wait here. The doors are locked. No one can get to you,” he said and went over to where his partner was talking to Kim. Debbie and Michelle watched as he nodded to his partner and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. They faced Kim against the wall and cuffed her. Just then, another police car pulled up. Kim glared at them as she was led to the other car. Debbie calmly held up her middle finger and mouthed ‘Fuck you, bitch!’ as she passed by their window.

They watched as their rapists were brought out one by one, handcuffed, searched, and lined up along the wall to wait for the paddy wagon. The police officer that picked them up came over to the car and opened the door.

“We found six people inside. Is that all of them?” Debbie and Michelle scanned the faces of their torturers and nodded.

Debbie said, “That’s all of them, but there was a black Escalade looking for us. They’re the ones who brought us here, and . . .” She lowered her head.

“Did they . . . hurt you, too?” he asked gently, trying to conceal the anger in his voice. He had a twelve year old daughter and he couldn’t imagine what he would do if something like this happened to her. Debbie nodded, struggling against the tears.

“His name . . . is Carlos. His bodyguard is Joe,” she said.

The cop nodded. “Carlos has a shaved head and Joe is a big black guy?” he asked. Debbie looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears and nodded.

The cop smiled grimly. “We know who they are. Don’t worry, we’ll nail them.” He glanced over his shoulder at the prisoners. “If it’s any consolation, child molesters have a tough time in prison. And I plan to make sure that wherever they end up . . . and trust me, they’re all going away for a long time . . . but wherever they end up, I will personally ensure all the other cons know exactly what they did.” He fixed them with a grim smile. “They’re going to get first hand knowledge of how it felt to be in your shoes!” Debbie did get some satisfaction from his words, and settled back in the seat next to Michelle. She looked over to see an almost malevolent smile on Michelle’s lips as she watched Alex, Ron, David, Mark, and Karen be led into the paddy wagon. She noticed Debbie watching her and looked at her.

“I hope they get fucked up the ass every fucking day for the rest of their miserable lives!” she said matter-of-factly. Debbie stared at her. Was this the same meek, mild mannered girl she thought she knew? She found herself nodding in agreement.

“Me, too, honey. Me too.”


Chapter 21


A few minutes later, a black minivan arrived and the cop waiting with them explained that it was a special unit trained to help rape victims. The girls thanked him gratefully, hugging him warmly, before allowing the female officer from the minivan to lead them away. They went directly to the hospital, where they were each given thorough examinations, checked for STDs, and had semen and DNA samples taken for the investigation. And since they had not taken the time to wipe the various cum stains from their faces and bodies, there was plenty of evidence.

A couple of hours later they were lying in their beds in the same hospital room with a police guard at the door. Michelle had refused to be separated from Debbie and to be honest, Debbie wanted to stay with her, too. Two detectives had just left after asking them a few questions and told them that their parents had been notified and were on their way. Debbie looked over at Michelle, who was asleep thanks to the sedatives the doctor had given her. He explained to Debbie that she was in deep shock and would require extensive psychotherapy if she ever hoped to recover. He recommended therapy for her as well, although she appeared to be doing better than Michelle. The good news was that all the tests for STDs came back negative. And neither of them was pregnant. She lay staring blankly out the window, thinking about how much she’d grown up in the past few weeks and trying to think of a way to help rescue Katie and Carrie.

“Debbie? Oh my god, my baby!” Her mother rushed in and hugged her, her father following close behind. Debbie held them tight for a long time, all three sobbing with tears of relief and joy. They asked her where she had been, what had happened to her. She just shook her head. How could she explain to her parents what had been done to her?

“I called Carrie and Katie’s parents before we left. Do you know where they are?” her mother asked, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. Debbie shook her head sadly.

“We were separated the night they . . . took us. I haven’t seen them since, but I did hear from one other girl that she had seen Katie . . . um, about a week ago, I think. She said she was ok.” Her father was out in the hall, talking to the doctor. When he came back in, his face was dark. Debbie could see the frustrated anger in his eyes.

“Those . . . bastards!” he exclaimed, looking at her with tears in his eyes. “How could they . . .” He broke down, unable to continue. Her mother looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. She looked at Debbie, who decided she had to tell her.

“They . . .they raped us, Mom. Over and over and over . . .” She began to shake and sob and her mother held her in her arms, rocking her in that soothing way only mothers can do.

They were still hugging each other a few minutes later when Michelle’s parents arrived. She was still deep in a drug induced sleep. The doctors had gently explained to them what had happened to their daughter. Her mother came in and sat next to her, holding her hand and sobbing quietly, both in relief that she was alive and in sorrow for what she’d been through. Michelle’s father was a tall man who had the muscular physique of a linebacker. The pain in his eyes was clearly evident as he stood next to his wife and watched his daughter sleep.

After a few minutes, he turned to Debbie’s parents and introduced himself and his wife. He looked at Debbie and shook her hand firmly, but gently. “I understand you’re the reason you two were able to get away from those . . . those . . .” He choked back a sob, took a deep breath, and continued. “Please forgive me. When I think about what those . . . sick sons of bitches did to you, I just want to . . .” He paused again. “Anyway, I just want to thank you,” He gestured toward his wife. “We want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for bringing our baby home. If there’s ever anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask.” Tears filled his eyes and ran down one cheek. “We thought we had lost her,” he said, his voice cracking. “And we may still. She certainly isn’t a baby anymore.” He looked over at Michelle.

“She’s stronger than you think,” Debbie said. “If it wasn’t for her untying me, we’d still be there.” She managed a weak smile. “She’s going to be ok.”

The big man looked into her eyes and patted her on the shoulder, before going back over to his wife and daughter. Debbie watched them for a moment, then turned to her parents.

“Mom, Dad, I want to help the police find Katie and Carrie, and all the other girls who they kidnaped.”

“Sweetie, let’s just worry about getting you taken care of. Leave that up to the police,” her mother said.

Debbie shook her head. “No. The doctors say I need therapy. I can’t think of any better therapy than helping to nail those . . .” She bit her tongue, almost calling them ‘fuckers’. “. . . bastards to the wall.”


Chapter 22


A few days later, Debbie was in her living room talking to Detectives Frank Green and Elaine Masters of the Special Victims Unit. They’d been talking since she was brought to the hospital and they knew everything she did about Donna and her gang of child molesters. She told them she wanted to help in their capture, actively. The two detectives exchanged glances.

“Uh, Debbie,” Detective Green said, “We appreciate your cooperation and you’ve already been a big help, but I’m afraid anything beyond that is simply out of the question.” Masters spoke up.

“We can’t allow a minor to be involved in an investigation, Debbie. I’m sorry.”

“But I’m already involved!” she protested. “What more can they possibly do to me?”

Elaine took a deep breath. “They could kill you, Debbie. Or recapture you.”

“But they’re my friends!” she pleaded. “I have to help them!”

Elaine took her hand. “We understand how you feel, but leave this to us, ok? We know how to handle these people.”

She could tell that she wasn’t going to get anywhere with them. She sighed resignedly. “Can you at least keep me updated on any progress?”

Elaine smiled and stood up. “That, we can do!” They both shook her hand and left her alone.

Her parents were still both at work. She thought about calling Michelle, but she was still at the shrink. In the days since her release from the hospital, her and Michelle had talked for hours on the phone and Debbie had gone to visit her every day. She was being released today after her therapy session and Debbie was planning to visit her at home tonight. She leaned back on the couch and thought. There had to be something she could do!

Then it hit her. The movies. They had to be selling the movies they made somehow. Probably over the internet. She picked up the phone and called her older brother, Tom. He was twenty-four and had been living in the city for almost two years. Maybe he could help her find out how they were doing it.

She explained her idea to him, swearing him to secrecy. He reluctantly agreed to help her. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help, he just didn’t want to put her in any danger. And he wanted to see the people who did this to his baby sister pay as much as Debbie did. He agreed to get back to her as soon as he knew something.

A few days later, Debbie was in her room. She had just gotten off the phone with Michelle, who seemed to doing much better, although she still had a long way to go. They both did. Debbie was also going to therapy, but she was careful not to let her detective work slip out. She wasn’t sure if the sessions were helping much, but it did feel good to talk about it. There was a quick knock at her door and Tom poked his head in.

“Hey there! How are you feeling today?”

“Tom! Hi! Come on in!” She and Tom had always been close, even though he was ten years older. There was never any sibling rivalry between them, probably because of the age difference. She gave him a hug, then in a hushed tone asked, “Did you find out anything?”

Tom sighed and held out a computer printout. “If the cops ever look at my computer to see what websites I’ve been visiting, they’ll throw me in jail!” he said, shaking his head. “I can’t believe all these sickos are free to sell their garbage to anyone with a computer and a credit card!”

Debbie scanned the paper. It was a list of websites that offered sex tapes of young girls, and boys. Most of them were set up so you could order on-line or by mail, using a PO box.

“Are you really going to stake out all these PO boxes?” Tom asked, looking over her shoulder at the list.

She nodded. “At least the ones here in town. It’s the only way I can think of to find them. It has to be one of them, and they’ll have to check it fairly regularly.”

“What if they see you and recognize you?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“I’ll wear a disguise,” she replied, studying the list. “A wig, dark glasses, and baggy clothes so they won’t be tempted to kidnap me again.” That part was supposed to be a joke, but Tom wasn’t laughing.

“Just be careful. And let me know when and where you’re going. I’ll come with you if I can,” he said.

She kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks, Tom. It really means a lot to me.”


Chapter 23


Three weeks later, Debbie was sitting near one of the PO boxes on the list at another post office in the city. Tom had been with her on most of her stake-outs, but today he was working. This was the seventh post office she’d watched and none of the people who’d picked up the mail at the other boxes looked familiar. She couldn’t be sure she would even know the person who picked up the mail, but at least she was doing something. She had met quite a few of Donna’s staff and she was hopeful whoever was picking up the mail would be someone she’d recognize. Her dark wig covered her blonde hair and she wore an old cap and loose fitting clothes, trying to appear as ordinary and unattractive as possible.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man enter the post office and approach the bank of PO boxes. Something about him seemed familiar and she casually glanced in his direction. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. There, not twenty feet from where she was sitting, was Andrew, the man who seduced and raped her! She quickly ducked her head behind the magazine she was holding and held her breath as he opened the box she was watching and collected some envelopes from it. He turned around, looking quickly around the room, then went back out the doors he came in through.

Acting on impulse, she ran to the doors and looked out in time to see him enter a subway station just outside. She went out and ran down the steps to the station. He was already past the turnstiles by the time she reached the bottom of the stairs. She bought a token and ran to the platform in time to see him standing on a train that was pulling out of the station. ‘Damn it!’ she thought, then considered what she’d almost done. What if she had managed to get on the train with him? What was she going to do? Make a citizen’s arrest? More likely, he’d just take her back to Donna and then what? They’d have to kill her, of course! She pulled the list of PO boxes from her pocket. She had to call Detective Masters. Maybe when she saw what Debbie had done, she’d let her at least watch as they picked up Donna and her cohorts. She smiled to herself. ‘I’ve got you, you bitch!’ she thought, and went back up to the street.


For the next three days, Debbie and Elaine waited in Elaine’s car outside the post office for Andrew to reappear. When she’d explained to Elaine how she found him, Elaine was impressed by her ingenuity and reluctantly agreed to ask her captain if Debbie could observe when they arrested the gang.

“But, you stay in the car!” Elaine had scolded her after she had obtained permission from her captain and Debbie had convinced her less than enthusiastic parents. Debbie agreed, but secretly hoped she could be there to see the look on Donna’s face when they slapped the cuffs on her.

They were parked across the street where they could see the subway station and the entrance to the post office. Two plainclothes cops were in the post office and two more were in the subway. Debbie and Elaine talked like old friends as they whiled away the hours. Debbie learned that Elaine was married to a lawyer who worked in the DA's office and had a four year old daughter.

“So you see, this case really hits home for me,” she said, sipping her coffee. Debbie nodded her understanding. She began telling Elaine that she was seriously considering a career in law enforcement. She wanted to help put sick people like Donna away so they couldn’t hurt anyone. Elaine was explaining to her how she had gotten interested in it when Andrew stepped out of the subway station and walked up the steps to the post office. She interrupted Elaine abruptly, almost yelling.

“That’s him!” she cried, pointing to him.

“Are you sure?” Elaine asked, picking up a pair of binoculars and training them on the slim young man.

“He pretended to be my friend, then raped me,” she said flatly, her eyes never leaving him. “I’m sure.” Elaine nodded and keyed her radio.

“Tall blonde man, Caucasian, wearing a blue windbreaker and jeans. He just walked from the subway and is now entering the post office.”

The radio crackled a second later. “We see him.” Elaine smiled at Debbie and she felt her heart rate increase. They had him!

A minute later, the radio crackled again and a woman’s hushed voice said, “He opened the box and retrieved several envelopes. He’s moving back toward the exit.”

Elaine keyed her mike. “Copy that. Are you ready, Frank?” Frank was one of the detectives in the subway station.

“I copy. We saw him get off the train. We won’t lose him.”

A moment later, Andrew left the post office and entered the subway station. After what seemed an eternity to Debbie, Frank’s voice barked from the radio. “He’s getting on the east bound train. We’re right behind him.”

Elaine acknowledged his transmission and started the car. “Now what?” Debbie asked as they pulled away from the curb.

“He got on the east bound train. We’ll follow it’s route up here until Frank tells us where he gets off. There are two other cars doing the same thing.” She glanced over and smiled. “Don’t worry. He’s not going to get away!” They drove in the general direction of the subway train. Every few minutes Frank would check in to keep them appraised. The minutes seemed like hours as they waited for word on where he got off. Then the radio crackled.

“He just exited the train at the West Island Station!”

“Copy that,” Elaine replied, squealing the tires as she made an abrupt turn to get them to the West Island station. “Our ETA is two minutes!” She made another turn and said, “It’s only a couple of blocks from here, but we won’t get too close in case he recognizes the car from the post office. We don’t want to spook him before he leads us to the others.” Debbie just nodded a reply, too excited and nervous to speak.

The radio came to life. “He’s walking south on Fifty-third.” They sat in silence as the moments ticked away. Finally, Frank said, “We’ve got him! He just went into an old warehouse . . .uhhh . . . number 10358 Fifty-third Street!”

Debbie sucked in her breath. “They took us to a warehouse . . . with a deep basement. All the rooms were down there.” Elaine nodded. Debbie and Michelle had both described Donna’s ‘studio’ to her in separate interviews. Their stories were nearly a perfect match, and more importantly, the warehouse Andrew had ducked into also matched their description.

Elaine picked up the mike. “Let’s all meet one block west. I want the building surrounded. Cover all the exits. No one gets out.” Several officers acknowledged her order and the radio came to life as they coordinated their surveillance.

When they arrived at the meeting area, three other unmarked cars were already there with a total of seven plainclothes cops. Elaine pulled up and rolled down her window. Frank leaned in.

“We’ve got one garage door on this side and a man door on the other where our mark went in,” he said, pointing in the direction of the two entrances. “There are a couple of other doors and several ground floor windows, but they’re all boarded up. Those two doors seem to be the only way in or out.”

“Good work,” Elaine replied. “Do you have the warrant? Is backup ready?”

Frank held up a piece of paper and nodded. “They’re waiting for our signal.”

Elaine took a deep breath and looked over at Debbie in the passenger seat. “Are you ready?” She nodded. “Then let’s do it!” Two of the cars roared off to cover one entrance. Elaine remained in the car with Debbie while Frank and two detectives went over to the man door next to the garage door. They were about to kick it open when it was suddenly opened from the inside and a very startled looking man, who Debbie knew as Mike, found himself staring into the barrels of three Glock automatic pistols. He raised his hands automatically and one of the detectives holstered his gun, spun him around against the wall, frisked and handcuffed him. He read him his rights as he led him over to Elaine’s car.

“I said, do you understand your rights, scumbag!” the detective was saying to him.

“Yes!” Mike growled in reply. “Do you understand police brutality?”