Chapter 10

At twenty minutes past five, a taxi with Mrs. Virginia Holden, sitting nervously on the edge of the back seat, turned off the main street and drove slowly into the nearly deserted Hitchcock Mutual parking lot. She held her purse in one hand and her high-heeled shoe in the other. She was showered, freshly made-up, and dressed, except for her bare feet and legs. Her nylon hose had been discarded, after walking several miles down the isolated farm road where Wash and Red had pushed her from the back seat of then car. By the time she'd reached the highway, the soles of her stockings were worn through and her feet were raw.

Luckily there had been a service station at the junction of the highway and farm road. From there she caught a ride into Little Rock with an aged farm couple. It was a slow, bumpy ride in their dented and rattling pickup truck. She'd been embarrassed at their questions and comments during the trip, but had answered every one, starting with the truth of her abduction and turning to lies to finish the explanation of how she came to be "afoot" so far from town. But they had believed her lies; and now, much to Virginia's relief, she had a reasonable story firmly fixed in mind to satisfy the curiosity she knew her abduction had caused.

"Back there," she said, leaning forward and pointing past the driver's shoulder. "Let me out at that station wagon."

Walking gingerly across the few yards of rough asphalt-because of her sore bare feet-Virginia was glad that her co-workers had left for the day. She was bone tired and in no mood to begin explaining what had happened to her. Her asshole throbbed with every beat of her heart. Her pussy was tender and stretched. Her throat felt numb, no that all passion was gone. And her voice was little more than a whisper. Taking the big cock down her throat had damaged it somehow and made her hoarse. She hoped that it was a temporary condition caused by the stretching and probing. She'd decided to wait till the next morning to worry about it. If she was still hoarse then, she would go to the doctor, but not today. All she could think about at the moment was getting her son from the nursery and going home to soak in a tub of hot, hot water.

Someone had put her lost shoe on the driver's seat of her station wagon, Virginia saw, when she pulled open the door. She sat with her legs sticking out of the car and: winced as she wiggled her swollen, bare feet into her pumps. She started her car and began driving from the parking lot, making it almost to the building when her boss came running out, waving his arms. Virginia stopped, forcing a tired smile as he hurried toward her.

"Mrs. Holden!" he exclaimed, bending to lean on the door and peer questioningly through the open window. "I'm so relieved to see you! We've all been worried sick. What in the world happened to you? Are you all right? Do you need a doctor? Those men didn't. .. didn't harm you, I hope."

Virginia grimaced. It was time to tell her lie. "No, they didn't harm me, Mr. Jennings. I wa-"

"Your voice! You're so hoarse! Let me get you to a doctor!"

"I screamed a lot," she said. "I was scared to death. Ill be fine after a good night's rest."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure." She smiled, warmed by his genuine concern. "If I'm still hoarse in the morning, I'll go to a doctor instead of coming to work."

"By all means, do that. Have him send the bill to Hitchcock."

'Thank you, Mr. Jennings. That's very nice of you, but I hope it won't be necessary."

"We called the police, Mrs. Holden. I'll notify them that you have safely returned. They'll probably want to talk to you, though. You know ... to find out what happened and see if you can give them any information to help them apprehend those animals who kidnapped you."

"I'd just as soon forget all about it. It was like a bad dream."

"I'm afraid we can't just let it drop. That nigger broke Mr. Collin's jaw when he hit him."

"Oh, for heaven's sake! Poor Mr. Collins! How is he?"

"All wired up and miserable, but hell be all right."

"I'm so grateful to him for trying to help me. It's a shame he got hurt. The whole thing was a mistake, you know."

"No, I don't know. What do you mean?"

'They kidnapped the wrong person. I don't know who they were after. But when they found their mistake, they decided to let me go rather than demand what little ransom I would bring. They took me out into the country and threw me out on an isolated farm road. I walked for miles before I caught a ride back into town."

'The beasts!" Mr. Jennings hissed. 'Treating a lady so shabbily! Well, never you fret, Mrs. Holden. The police will catch them. They'll pay for their atrocious action!'

"I have to go now, Mr. Jennings. I'm already late to pick up my son.

"Yes, of course. You go on, Mrs. Holden," he said, reaching in to pat Virginia's shoulder. "Ill call the police and tell them the good news." Seeing little Mark and hugging him to her breast helped ease Virginia's troubled mind and abused body. A long soak in a hot bubble bath helped some more. Virginia wanted to wait till after supper and Mark was in bed to tell Harold her lie. But he rushed into the house worried and panting, having just heard the news of her kidnapping and safe return his car radio during his drive home. He'd been out of town all day and a jump ahead of all attempts to notify him of his wife's misfortune.

Harold accepted her explanation just as readily as had Mr. Jennings and the farm couple. He was immensely relieved by the news that she had not been raped or harmed in any way.

The police came. Virginia could tell them nothing of importance other than the physical descriptions of her abductors. The police reporter made her more nervous than did the police themselves. He wanted to know how the experience had affected her. Had she been frightened? Yes, she had been literally scared to death. Could he photograph her for the newspaper? Virginia posed with little Mark sitting on her lap and Harold hugging her. The picture was taken of the cut and raw soles of her feet, also for publication in the newspaper to show how much she had suffered and to arouse public concern.

If they only knew the truth, thought Virginia, hoping against hope that her abductors were never captured. She had deliberately given the police totally erroneous descriptions of Wash, Bob, Red, and Lotta. She had to. It was the only way she could protect herself. If they were caught and brought to trial, the whole world would know of her wanton behavior. Knowing that they had her lustful actions all on film and planned to make thousands of copies to sell all over the world was bad enough.

But as long as the four remained free, Virginia could hope that no one she knew would ever see the sex movie in which she was the star performer. Even if someone did see it, perhaps he or she would have a keen insight and be able to realize it was forced upon her against her will and would remain forever silent about recognizing her in it. Common decency would demand it, she thought-hoped!