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ACTIVISTS GONE INSANE [ part 1 ] The local police arrived at the Woodly estate that morning. Mr and Mrs Woodly were frantic after seeing the tape of their daughter, which was left in the bushges near their back porch. A mysterious phone caller had alerted them to the tape, and what they saw was chilling... It was their daughter. It was only just past three in the afternoon, and they thought she had been at the school all day. Police later found that someone representing herself as Mrs Woodly called Kerry out sick...and the 10 year old girl had been kidnapped sometime between leaving the house for school that moring and the start of the school day. Almso 8 long hours. The police sat down when the detectuve arrived. "Another one !?!" he asked incredulously. "Thats the third today, these people are hitting us all over the state, major business people's daughters, these are a group of organized wacko's," said one of the plain clothes cops. "Run the tape," said the older cop, the man obviously in charge. The large tv screen in the Woodly living room came to life as the parents were escorted out of the room. It was a woman, mid thirties, in a tight black dress, high heeled boots, and wearing a stocking over her face. Her eyes look almost Asian, but it was hard to tell thru the dark nylon. "Rapers of Mother Earth," she began, " as you deny of the children of this, our shared world, peace and tranquility, we in turn will deny YOU the same. Unless all oil production, forest harvesting, and cruel animal practices are stopped immediately, we will kidnap your children, and do to them what you do to the Earth. Whatever befalls them is because of YOU and NOT because of us, and they will be return as soon as you meet with our demands. Its all up to YOU." She paused for dramatic effect and the camera cut off. There was static, and the camera came on again. It was a different scene. It was the same woman, only she was now wearing a halter hop, her head still covered by the stocking. In the backround were cinderblocks, a concrete wall, dull lighting...they could be anywhere, probably underground. There was a small bit of the ceiling in the backround, and the older cop noted that he saw sound proofing accoustics. These people had done a very good job and maintaining privacy. In between the womans words they could hear the muffled gagged screams of the girl, and a sluight rustling sound. "As you know, oil kills thousand of penguins, puffins, and other sea animals every year. You business men do not seem to care much about that. Well, let's see if you change your minds when its YOUR baby chicks at stake! The camera pulled back, revealing the horrific scene: First, there girl, Kerri. Her blond hair was in pigtails, and she was wearing what could only be a tight wrapping of vinyl, a sheath, like a tight fitting gove, from ankles to neck. It was black, and slick, it gleamed, and there was a large white circle on the belly section of the bondage device...she looked exactly like a penguin! The poor, frantic girl was on a small slide, at the very top. She was on the slide part, her head a few inches from the part where a child bottom would be when she first sits. Tied to the top of the ladder was a thock rope, and the other end was clinched tightly between Kerrys teeth. At the end of the ladder was a small pool, perhaps four feet deep, and it was filled what could only be...oil. Thick, black, gleaming oil. "Christ," mutter someone in the room. Thats when they saw that the slide, and Kerry herself, were covered in slick oil. If she opened her mouth, she would slide down into the pool, and trapped in her mummy/penguin outfit she would drown! "MMMPH!" the child squeeled. The woman under the pantyhose mask looked at her and wiped some of the sweat from the poor girls red face. "unnngh!" pleaded the child, but the woman in the mask look at the camera and said, "Im sorry, kerry, only your father can help you now. All he has to do is comply withn our very reasonable requests." The girl started to cry, whimpering, as the camera pulled back again. "Thousands of mother birds feel how you feel now. Consider our demands." Then the screen went blank. It was the third that day. The other two came in from other parts of the state, all far, far from each other, both directed at big businessmen, both demanding a halt to certain practices. The first tape was directed at the father of a lubermill: his twelve year old daughter had been snatched, and the tape he received showed her dressed in what looked like a something from the perils of Pauline days: old fashioned skirt and bonnet and shoes. The girl was tied to a long wooden log, and the log was inching its way towards a buzz saw...the gagged screams when the log first hit the woods and sprays the struggling victim with woods chips chilled his blood. The other was directed at a horse racing track. Two daughters of two partners that owned the track had been snatched, and they had been taken to some secluded farming area: secluded enough for a private race track, and the two girls were dresed up like ponies: tails, mouth bit/gag, high heels to simulate hooves, and both were forced to run around a track with maked men and woman behind thgem , prodding them along with switches...the demand here was to stop using animals as racing entertainment... Thats when the Woodlys phone rang, and the older cop new what it was before he heard the detectiuve in the next room say. "ANOTHER one?!?" |