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A Tape
Part One
By Razor7826 (Copyright 2008)
The tape was waiting for me when I returned home from work, leaning against my apartment door just three days after my only daughter left for college. A note was slipped inside the case. It read:
Play this tape immediately and wait for further instructions. We’re watching you. Don’t do anything stupid.
No label, description, no other writing, just a simple tape that would mark the beginning of the end for my life as I knew it. Nothing I could possibly imagine would have prepared me for the devastation of that day. I thought it was some sort of prank, at first, and I still wish it were.
I slid it into the unused VCR and I reclined back onto the couch. The picture took a few moments to stabilize.
It showed an empty, windowless room with a small bed in the far corner and a toilet mounted into the floor beside it. The smooth, grey walls and concrete floor signaled that it was a prison.
For nearly a minute, nothing happened. What a lame joke, I thought to myself as I reached for the remote control. Just as I was about to hit pause, however, the action began.
A woman stumbled into the frame from the lower right-hand corner. I could see that her arms were stuck behind her back, but I couldn’t make out how they were bound. She wore tight jeans and a vaguely familiar baggy sweatshirt. Her hair dangled past her shoulders in two wide auburn pigtails. She frantically flailed her head from side to side as she scanned her surroundings.
“Calm down, Monica. You have work to do.”
Monica? Monica? I looked closer at the screen just as the girl turned to face the camera.
Monica, my one and only child. A piece of packing tape covered her mouth, but her distinct green eyes and purple-rimmed glasses gave away her identity.
A man followed her into the frame. He was a few inches taller than her, just over six feet tall, and had a short crew cut. An expressionless white mask covered his face and his identity.
Monica frantically backed into the corner, but the man grabbed her arms and threw her onto the bed.
My daughter tried to squirm away on the bed, but the man grabbed each of her thighs and pulled her closer. He undid her zipper and quickly worked her pants off of her body.
I knew what would come next. My stomach dropped as I realized what I was witnessing, what the pranksters had wanted me to see—the rape of my only daughter. A chill overtook my body, and I sprinted towards the kitchen phone intent on calling the police, but moments before I picked up the phone, it rang. I answered.
“Miss Brooks, what were you planning?”
“I…”
“We are deadly serious when we say we are watching you. I see you fidgeting with the hem of your blouse, and that you still haven’t let your hair down since work like you normally do.”
My eyes darted around the room, trying to spot the camera, but I saw no immediate signs of bugging. However, the mere fact that their cameras would be watching me at all times made my skin crawl, knowing their eyes were watching every bit of my body. “Who are you?” I demanded angrily.
“That doesn’t matter right now. If you do as exactly as we say, your daughter might live long enough to see you again. From this day forward, you will watch whatever we send you, and you will act only when we tell you. Tell anyone about this, and she dies. If you even hint that you know something, she dies. We are watching you at all times. Do you understand?”
On the TV, my daughter’s attacker grabbed her cotton patterned panties and tore them off, revealing her pussy. I yelled out her name, but the voice on the other side of the telephone merely laughed.
“She can’t hear you, Janine. What’s done is done.”
“Give me back my daughter, you freaks!”
“You’re pushing it, Janine. We’ll kill her if you defy us. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes,” I stammered, my eyes fixated on my daughter’s plight. Her assailant pierced her with his cock as he man-handled her thighs and tits.
“Good. Now, finish watching the tape. Once it is finished, check your private email account.”
“What?”
“I will not repeat my commands. Goodbye, Janine.”
I stood frozen holding the phone against my ear as the phone went dead. On the screen, the man was ramming his cock into my daughter as she screamed and cried beneath her gag. I wanted to run to the bathroom, to cry for the cruelty of their scheme, but my belief in the mysterious man’s words drew me closer to the television.
My only daughter, Monica, started her freshman year of college less than a week ago. She used her valedictorian status to get a full scholarship to the best public college in the state, where she hoped to get a degree in Biology. However, the last time I spoke to her was Monday night, less than forty-eight hours ago. The tape was recent, but how recent? Was her absence from campus noticed? Would people even notice she was gone? As I watched her raped and defiled, these questions swirled through my mind, but my thoughts always honed in the most important question of all.
How can I save her?
While her voice was muted by the tape gag, I swore I could make out the words. She was crying for me, crying ‘Mom’ over and over, hoping for the help and protection I had given her at every single moment of every day for the first nineteen years of her life.
Tears cascaded down my cheeks just as they slid down hers. I slid my hand against the television screen, as if to reach out and help her, but it was only a tape; nothing I could do would undo the indignation of the crime. All I could do was follow their demands and pray that they spare her any further assaults.
The man finished and pulled out, leaving a pool of cum between Monica’s legs. For minutes after the screen went black, I stayed kneeling in front of the television, still in shock over what I had witnessed. Somebody was forcing me to play a cruel game over the life of my daughter, but it would be weeks and months before I realized the true extent and purpose behind the captors’ sadism.
I stumbled to the computer in a daze and logged into my email account. As expected there was an email waiting.
‘Janine Brooks,’ as you know by now, we have your daughter. You will do exactly as we say or she dies. You will tell nobody of this or she dies. You will follow each and everyone of our requests perfectly or she dies.
We are watching you, at home, at work, and in your car. If we see anything suspicious, we will make her pay for your transgressions.
You are to return home straight from work next Monday and await instructions. We will communicate with you primarily through email, so have a laptop at your side when watching future videos. Do not bother to respond to the email- we are spoofing the IP and address of origin.
Your daughter will live as long as you obey us.
Do not disappoint,
P
I collapsed to the floor and cried at my helplessness. Why were they doing this to her? What motivate could a person possibly have to force a mother to watch her own daughter’s rape? Was it to punish her?
Or, was it to punish me?
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