PARTY FOR FIVE
Chapter 1
The girls were running late coming back from lunch, as they were most days. The director had warned them about running over their alotted time – “Don’t be late or there’ll be consequences!” – but it was an idle threat. They’d never loose their jobs with the show. They were the reason people watched Party of Five and besides Hollywood just didn’t work that way.
But Neve and Matthew had plans for that evening, and if their shooting schedule ran over, their plans would be scrapped. So it was that as Lacey Chabert bitched in the back seat in that freakish voice of hers, Neve Campbell
barrelled through post-noon traffic in her aventine green ‘97 Porsche 911 Carrera with Jennifer Love Hewitt in the passenger seat consulting a road-map as they soared through unfamiliar territory.
“I can’t believe that asshole stood us up!” shouted Lacey. “He seemed like a really nice guy! And that address he gave us was a total fake! Now here we are in some uncharted part of Los Angeles that looks like it’s straight from the fucken Twilight Zone!”
“Shut the fuck up Lacey. What the hell is going on in that whoring head of yours anyways. Ever since you did that movie – Lust in Space – with Matt LeBlanc you’ve been nothing but a total slut!”
Neve glared in the rearview mirror at Lacey who sat in the back seat brooding now. Neve glared at Love next. “And you, you stupid bitch! Now we’re lost!” screamed Neve. “Can’t you read a map? We have to get back to the studio or I’m not going to make my date tonight. I’m turning here!” And with that, Neve cranked the wheel, hit the gas and rounded a corner. They wound up in some industrial sector, with railroad tracks and warehouses.
Unbeknownst to the three starlets they were being tailed by a black van with tinted windows which was having difficulty keeping up. “Those bitches are fucking psycho!” said Brent, a huge man with short cropped blonde hair. “Where are they going?”
“Relax, would ya?” said a second man, a brute if there ever was one, named Arnold. “As long as we don’t lose them, we’ll be fine”, he said licking his lips as he played with a roll of duct tape. “Lets go get us some Love!”
A third man, a black man nicknamed Anvil, picked up the radio. “Listen Switch! They’ve just turned right on Broadbent and have entered the industrial sector. You copy?”
“Yah, I copy.” We’re still about six streets back. There’s another road heading in that area. We’ll either be able to head them off or we’ll run right into them!”, said Switch. Switch was a caucasian man of about 24 with a nasty habit of playing with knives. “You ready for this?” he questioned the man in the passenger seat.
Bruce was looking absent-mindedly out the window as he swung a pair of handcuffs on his finger. “Yeah. I’m ready. Ready to grind some ass! You know that Lacey chick is 17 now! Only a year more and that slut’ll be legal. I’m gonna enjoy this – you know how I love the forbidden fruit!” he said as he rubbed hs crotch.
“Yeah, well you leave Campbell to me! You know how I love Canadian back-bacon. I’ll give her a real reason to Scream!” he chucled with a smile. And with that he pressed on the accelerator and rounded a corner heading into the industrial sector.
“What the hell is that?” said Campbell, looking in her rearview mirror. I thought I saw a black van turn off behind us.
“Oh that’s just great! Just great!” screamed Lacey. “Lost out here in some park and well probably get carjacked!”
Suddenly Neve saw something moving in front of the Porshe – a car – and so she slammed on the brakes! The car slid but came to a stop, and suddenly with a violent wrench was rear-ended by the black van.
Neve, unprepared was flug forward and hit her head on the steering wheel, knocking her unconscious. Love was also thrown forward hitting her head on the dash, stunning her. Lacey was flung into the back of Love’s chair and was unharmed but shaken.
Suddenly the two doors were opened and Lacey’s first thought was one of being helped, but as she got up from the floor she saw that her rescuers were really masked men, who were hauling Neve and Love out of their respective seats. Lacey began to scream and then she remembered Neve’s cell phone. As she reached forward and grabbed it another man took Neve’s place behind the wheel. Simultaneously Love’s seat suddenly flew forward and in jumped another man.
Lacey quickly backed into the corrner, cell phone in her hand and dialed 911, but before she could press send she was punched in the stomach and she dropped the phone which fell behind the drivers seat. Bruce’s black gloved hand mashed over Lacey’s lips whose screams were now muffled by it. Bruce began panting, not from excersion, as he wrestled with the 17 year old and forced her on her stomach, the side of her face pressing against the tan leather interior. One hand and then the other he seized and twisted behind her back cuffing each wrist as she screamed.
“Jesus man! Shut her up for Christ’s sake!” yelled Anvil as he threw the passenger seat back and pulled the door shut.
“I got her man! I got her!” said Bruce gleefully as he pulled out a rag from his coat pocket and stuffed it into Lacey’s mouth. As Lacey tried to escape her attacher in the restricted confines of the Porsche’s rear seat she only succeeded in rubbing against her agressor, increasing his excitement. Bruce then took out roll of duct tape and proceeded to cover Lacey’s succulent lips, sealing in the cloth. Lacey watched in abject horror as the man bent down over her, his rock-hard manliness thrusting against her ass and grabbed her face and licked it.
“Easy Boy!” Anvil said with a sneer. “Remember our deal! And keep her out of site!”. And with that the Porsche pulled around the now abandoned car Switch stole earlier, and out of the industrial sector and heading across the city.
While everyone went into action, securing the actresses and the Porsche Brent backed up and pulled forward to position the van so the sliding side door was easily accessible to both Switch and Arnold. He watched as the confusion ensued and made a mental note while simultaneously watching the mirrors to make sure no one was coming, that when they pulled off their next job – the taking of twins Cynthia & Britany Daniels, and Tia & Tamara Mowry – that their car seating arrangements would have to be better planned.
As Switch grabbed the unconscious Campbell he couldn’t help but feel her body first. Lacey’s screaming brought him back to reality and with a forceful heft hauled Neve out and over his shoulder, running with her towards the van. On the opposite side of the car Arnold smiled as he drew the dazed Hewitt out of the car. Fearing she might regain her wits he covered her mouth with his stong hand and dragged her to the van also.
Switch was in first with Neve whom he threw on the musty matress before returning to the door. By the time he was there Arnold was pulling Jennifer in and as soon as her feet cleared Switch threw the door shut and nodded to Brent who put the van in gear, turning it around and leaving the industrial sector the way they had come in.
In the back of the van Arnold had thrown Love down on the second mattress and then jumped on top of her. Sitting on her hips he leaned forward and drank in her scent, his nose running along the curve of her chin. His hands explored her waist and travelled to her breasts. There was speculation that Jennifer had implants recently put in, like that slut Britany Spears just did. He was determined to find out. As he pulled back he could see that she was starting to gather her wits and saw her struggling to understand what was happening. He knew his time was limited.
Arnold quickly grabbed a roll of duct tape he’d brought along for his Love and started by wrapping a nice swarth of it around her head and over her mouth. As he did so Hewitt was quickly becoming focussed and began to scream through the tape, but her muffled pleas for help were swallowed in the silvery tape. She began to beat at him with her fists fighting for freedom.
Switch watched and smirked soaking the site in. He loved it when bitches fought back. He offered his help, wanting in on the action, but Arnold just snarled – “Back off! This bitch is mine! You can have her if she lies about those implants and we have to cut her open to see if its true or not!” Love’s head snapped towards Switch as she looked with horror and fear written on her face. Then her panick began redoubled unable to believe what was happening or what was going to happen to her.
Arnold siezed the 20 year old’s wrists and rolled her over, Hewitt kicking the whole time. Behind her back he forced her wrists and bound them together with the tape, around and around. He didn’t know whatHewitt’s limits were but he was going to test them. After her wrists were secured he pushed her elbows together and using more tape secured them. Arnold then turned around and lightly taped her feet together at the ankle, not wanting to much to cut through in case he decided he needed a little Love enroute to their final destination. He watched with great interest as she squirmed on the floor, his interest quite evident by the growing bulge in his pants.
Switch turned from Arnold and Love and looked at the unconsious body of Campbell. Neve Campbell. He couldn’t belive his luck. he spent most of his time recently fantasizing about this moment and here it was. Switch took out his knife and got on the floor of the van. One by one he cut away at the cuttons on Neve’s blouse and then opened it to see her beautiful upper body. He’d read in her online bio that Neve absolutely fears knives and confining spaces and the thought of that excited him. “Guess she won’t like being in that box I made for her under my bed.”he chuckled to himself.
He wanted to see the 26 year old bound and helpless. He started with a coil of rope and started by binding her wrists behind her back. Then he removed her shoes and inspected her feet. He couldn’t help himself as he put her toes in his mouth and started to suck on them and then licked the sole of her feet. A nice piece of rope was wound around her ankles, and then at her knees. Neve hated her feet. He knew that too, from the online article. Another piece of rope secured Neve in a hogtie, not that she was going anywhere in her current state. Finally a last touch. He went into the bag he had and pulled out a black penis gag. Slowly he inched it in her mouth and her throat, savouring every moment as it slid in, wishing it were him, detemined to make it happen later. With it in place he pulled on the strap and buckled it in place.
He got up and pulled out his polaroid and banged off some shots. The guys in his internet club were never going to believe this. “Just wait until I videotape this shit and mpg it!” he thought. “Everyone will think its a fake, until she turns up missing!”
Brent drove on ahead, cautiously, watching for pursuit. You don’t kidnap three of TV’s most popular starlets in one day and not expect some kind of resistance. But so far, the coast was clear. His contact had said there wouldn’t be, and that the news of their disappearance would take a couple days before the police were notified.
End of Chapter 1