Remix..By Aerosol Kid

She smells like candy. That's what strikes Erik most as he stands inGina's bedroom, watching her sleep. He's right by her bed, getting off onhow vulnerable she is, on how much power he has over her at this instant.Her bare arm is raised up over her head on the pillow, and she's breathingdeeply. It's been one week since he kidnapped this girl and her littlesister and took them to one of his houses a few miles away from here. Inthis town, nothing's very far from anything else, so he's never been farfrom either of them. The cops don't know who he is, and they don't believehe'll try anything with the same victim twice, because up until now hehasn't. So he's here right now in her house while her boyfriend's offplaying some show downtown. He's getting ready, looking at her throat on the pillow, in the milkymoonlight. He has to be quick, but he's sure of himself. Silently, hepulls the strange metal choker out of his pocket and bends it into astraight line. It feels tight and alert in his fingers, like a powerfulsnake poised to strike. He's careful to ready himself at a safe distanceover Gina, so she won't sense him if she's a light sleeper. The rush ofthe moment is making his hands shake slightly, and he's trying to enjoy thefeeling as much as possible without fucking it up. This is the last instant where he can put the thing back into his pocketand leave, but he wants her too much to do that. Committing himself, Erikbrings the choker down lightly against Gina's throat. On this delicateimpact, it remembers its circular nature and snaps home around her neck, asa soft guttural sound escapes her lips. Gina's eyes flutter open and thisis the best part. As she struggles to awareness and brings her fingersdown to touch the cold metal, before she knows she's not alone, the chokerbegins to work. Her fingers stop before they reach her throat, and hereyes freeze before they focus. This is the first time Erik has usedsomething like this and he's got a painful erection. Gina's a tinymannequin in a department store bedroom display. Frozen. He wants to whipthe blanket away and spread her legs apart, but the game won't be as funthat way, so he savors the moment of her helplessness and keeps his handsto himself. He doesn't know how, but he can tell that she knows he's there. He canfeel the fear that's squelched out in the static of the choker. He sensesher scrambled effort to fight it, as well as the powerful field that keepsher from moving. Erik feels it's best to keep going, so he pulls theWalkman out of his pocket and gently slips the headphones over her ears,brushing stray strands of hair back. He feels that he might ejaculate justfrom feeling her body heat, so he quickly sets the Walkman down on the bedand presses Play. As the brittle copy of his voice leaks from theheadphones into the midnight quiet, he starts to pace the room. He knowsit'll be more fun this way, but he wants her now. He paces farther awayfrom the bed. There's a beautiful, dusky voice: Gina slurs, "I understand," and herhead droops a little on the pillow. It doesn't seem like ten minutes have gone by, but that's his cue. Hegathers up the headphones and the Walkman and slips the choker off of herneck. Then he sneaks out the open window and shuts it behind him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The sight of this house is making Grace sick. It's only been a week,but she's getting stir crazy. The cops said that Erik wouldn't try to gether again, and they wouldn't even send men to watch her house, but Momfreaked out and said she had to stay inside while she was at work, with thedoors locked. Now her mother is away on a business trip for a couple ofdays, and she's not supposed to go anywhere except Gina's. Maybe Mom isover reacting, but Grace doesn't have a big problem going along with her,because she's still jumpy. The other night she screamed when Mom snuck upon her by accident. So her incarceration in the house is a mixed bag - shefeels safe and doesn't have to get a summer job yet, but she's a boredteenager in desperate need of stimulation. And it's not even noon yet. She's watching Dune on the Sci-Fi Network and she wishes she had somepot. That's the only way this fucking movie makes sense to her. She'strying to figure out the deal with the hand gestures employed by the guyswith the enormous eyebrows and bushy hair when someone knocks on the door.It's not the first time someone has come by the house during the day sinceher abduction, but she still feels a bitter electric spike of panic. She'sglad she's not high after all. The girl with the pizza is distorted in the front door peephole. Gracecan't really tell who it is, but she seems cool enough - she's got heruniform on and her car's idling in the driveway. Plus she's not a guy, soit can't be Erik. Before she opens the door she makes sure the chain's on. "Hey," she says through the six inch gap the chain will allow. A blastof hot June air heats her face. The pizza girl looks at her, and fromexperience Grace knows she's tripping on how pretty she is. She seems kindof old to be delivering pizzas. "Gotta delivery for ya?" Her Southern accent is thick. It makes Gracesmile. "Nope." She shakes her head, whacking her pigtails against the door andframe a little. "Sorry, I think you've got the wrong house." "This Eighty-four Sweetbriar?" The question is rhetorical, slightlyaccusing. "Yeah, but I didn't order a pizza." Grace wants to go back inside to thetelevision. A trickle of sweat runs down her neck. "You're sure." The pizza girl is not convinced. "Yes," Grace replies quickly, starting to get irked. The driver looks around the neighborhood for a moment. Grace thinksshe's checking addresses on mailboxes. Then she sighs. "Look, it's toohot for me to figure out who fucked up back at the shop. Why don't youjust take this one on the house and I'll say I was late with it?" Grace perks up a little. "Really?" The delivery girl nods, shifting her weight a little. She looks overher shoulder again. Grace takes the chain off the door and the heat really comes in now. She steps back to let the driver into the foyer. As she reaches for thepizza, the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She frowns and takesthe hot cardboard box out of the other girl's hands, but she's gotsomething else under that: a little carton. The weirdest thing is thatshe's wearing gloves. The delivery girl lifts up the little box to showGrace and her thoughts smack against a wall. She has a hot flash and seesgreen and red explosions. Her skin is prickly and she can't unstick herbrain. She hears a "plop" and feels something wet on her leg. She'sdropped the pizza and the sauce is all over the place. She looks downstupidly to take it all in, which is a big mistake, because the floorrushes up to meet her like a freight train. "Sugar, you're going to have to get up and come with me." The voice isin the air, over Grace's head. She's lying on the living room carpet onher back. She has no idea how long she's been passed out, but it doesn'tseem like much time has passed - the front door is still wide open. Shecan tell because of the damn heat, and she can hear the air conditionerstraining to cool the house. "Shug. Get up for Faye. We have to go." Thevoice is kind but insistent. Grace feels like she could never disappointit, and the voice is a little bit sad that she won't get up off the floorwhere she's laying like a moron, covered in pizza sauce. She strains tosit up and feels thin, strong hands help her along. "That's good." Graceis relieved that she's doing better and making the voice happy, so she getsambitious and bends her knees, then struggles to her feet. The inside ofher head is still hot and it's hard to control her limbs. But then she'sstanding up and looking at the pretty lady who came to see her. The ladyis looking out the front door again, and Grace realizes now that she hasbeen making sure no one was watching. She knows that this lady has justdone something to her and is taking her away, but those thoughts arespeeding away, and the time it takes for her to catch up with them islonger than the time it takes for her to follow the pizza girl out to thedriveway. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Somebody's smoking a cigarette, and the smell makes Grace want to throwup. The nausea rouses her quickly and she raises her head. She's kneelingon some plastic on the floor. Her feet are bound together and they'reasleep. She's chained to something that's holding her up. Her hands aretied, hanging painfully over her head and she's naked. Embarrassmentclumsily flushes her cheeks as she labors to pick out her surroundings. She's hears a confused groan escape her lips as she sees the sheets hangingaround her - they don't want her to see where she is. There are lampsbehind the sheets so she can't make out any details beyond her little whiteprison. "What's next?" the pizza girl - Faye - says from somewhere. A cloud ofsmoke wafts around Grace. "We break her down. Together." It's Erik, somewhere in the room withher. Grace tries to inhale, but sobs instead. Her head is pounding andshe can tell she's coming down from a powerful high. Her shoulder is sore,and from experience she knows it's from a needle. Faye laughs softly. "Your usual games aren't doing it for you anymore?" "We have better toys now," Erik says, rising to the bait. "And cutergirls to play with. With what we can do now, they won't even want to getaway." Faye's tenor changes. "You're lucky I understand you. Or at least putup with you. If I hadn't been able to find that Anodyne shit throughMarley, if I hadn't been there to help you, you'd still be fishing atraves." She stops to take a drag. "I know how good you are to me, babe." Erik is trying to smooth herover. Grace can tell he's afraid of her. "You think of groovy things tospend my money on, and you brought me that little princess. Soon we'llhave the complete set. I've already seen to that." Faye snorts. "Just so long as you don't fill the house with collegebimbos, and as long as you know what time it is." There's a threat in thatstatement that makes Grace shiver involuntarily, rattling her chains. Erik changes the subject. "She's awake. Let's start." There'srustling: plastic and sheets. Erik steps behind Grace and starts to touchher. Grace's head is swimming and she remembers sex on this floor. "I'mgoing to finish what I started with you," Erik tells her, stroking herhair. Grace can already feel a crude training in place, in her body. Erik'sproximity has melted her fear, and she's swaying in the chains with basearousal. But she can still mumble through the fog of hormones. "You. Yougotta let me go..." Erik sticks his finger in her mouth and she starts to suck itimmediately. "See, that's the first thing we need to take care of. Youwant to leave, but I want you to be my house slut." Faye steps in front of her and Grace shivers in her shadow. She gruntsa little around Erik's finger. "Look at how much she likes that," Fayeobserves, lifting Grace's chin to see better. "That's one horny littlesuburban girl. Let's start this thing up." Grace hears a sound like acamera flash charging as Erik starts to massage her shoulder blades. Thenshe feels something like a bike helmet slip onto her head. Erik ties astrap under her chin. "Ready?" Faye asks. "Do it," Erik invites. There's a strobe inside Grace's head that's a mile wide. There are twoalternating colors in her being - silver and dark blue - that flash by sofast she feels herself slacken in her chains before her aching arms gonumb. The last thing she's aware of before losing her body completely is astring of drool, from her lips to her thighs. The strobe gains forwardlength to match its width, stretching out in front of her forever and sheplummets into it immediately. She's hurtling down a silver and blue tube,striped with fractal patterns of infinite complexity. All she knows isspeed, interspersed with jarring flashes of the world outside: \A clamp on her nipple\ \Her chains removed, she spills onto the floor\ \Plastic sticking to her sweaty back\ \Her sister's voice. Cumming\ \Faye with her head between her legs. Erik taking Polaroids\ \Lying on her stomach, something in her ass. Cumming\ (Falling falling falling falling)----------------------------------------------------------------------- Gina's place is really, really clean. She's been holed up here for aweek, obsessively cleaning, not venturing out at all except to stay withSeth. His place is really clean, too. She's humming to herself as she cleans her shower, naked except for thesponge in her hand. When she's finished, she'll cruise over to Mom's andkeep her little sister company. Mom's out of town and Grace has requestedthat she make a beer run. She's just now graduating from mixing togethereverything in the liquor cabinet and watering the bottles down to cover hertracks, and moving on to pestering people over twenty-one to buy Corona forher. Gina wipes some sweat from her forehead. She could use a beer. The phone is ringing, down the hall. Careful to avoid the flashing anypassers-by through the windows, she grabs the phone in the living room andducks back into the hallway. "Yup?" "Baby." It's Seth. "Baby yourself, loverman," she croons. "'Sup?" "Are you getting your sister drunk tonight?" "There's nothing better to do, and you know very well how entertainingGrace is when she's tipsy." "Oh, she's a laugh riot all right." Seth doesn't sound very sincere. "Iwish I could hang out with y'all, though." He definitely means that. "Fucker. I wish I could come out to your show." "Let's wait a little longer. I don't care what the cops say." Seth isbeing protective. Gina's knees wobble a little. "I'll have my cell. Callme for anything. I'll put down my guitar and leave in the middle of theset if I have to." "And soon Lain will have a new guitar player, if you miss much more bandshit because of me," Gina teases. "Don't sweat me. I think I'll be fine." "Gina, I mean it..." "Go do your sound check, asshole. Kisses. Bye." She looks at the phone for a second like she might kiss it. Then shepicks up her sponge and heads back to the bathroom, but the phone ringsagain. She spins on her heel and answers it. "Don't make me hurt you. Go. I'll be fine." "Pineapple upside down cake." It's not Seth. It's Erik. Gina drops thesponge and leans against the wall. "Yes?" she half whispers, looking at the ceiling. "Sit down," the voice says. Gina crouches in the hallway. "Yes?" "Finger yourself." Gina complies. She bites on her upper lip as shemoistens herself. "Are you good and wet?" "Yes." She's still saying it like a question. "Taste your fingers." Gina plunges them into her mouth, making greedysounds into the phone. "Now play with yourself some more." Her handlingers by her mouth, but she traces a wet line from her collarbone to herclit and picks up where she left off. She makes some more noise. "I want you to listen to something." There's some muffled noise, thenshe can hear someone calling out in the background. It's Grace. And she'scumming. Gina has never heard her sister do that before, but the sound isunmistakable. "Hear that?" Erik asks. "Yes!" Gina's hand speeds up. Grace starts to whimper rhythmically. Someone is working her but good.The phone is obviously right up in her face now, and Gina's back archesaway from the wall slightly. Reach out and touch someone, indeed. Grace is close to getting off, and Gina is silently encouraging her,timing her own motions to the incoherent moans crackling in her ear. Ginais sure they're about to cum together, but Grace drops her rhythm, and Ginaloses track of her own groove. She grips the phone in frustration,straining to hear Grace find her way again. She's frowning, strummingherself slowly as she waits, but her little sister gets them both on trackagain, and then there's a weird doubling effect, which is kind ofpsychedelic. Gina realizes that she's keening along with Grace, and thesound of her own voice is chorusing from the earpiece, so she's got thisdouble feedback loop going - her sister unknowingly egging her on, and herown throaty encouragement. And this is too much, because she crests, andshe can't breathe until her shoulders stop quaking against the wall, andthe perspiration breaks through her pores as she melts to the floor, stillclutching the phone for dear life. "Gina," Erik prompts. "Mmmmmmmm." "What are you doing tonight?" "Going to see Grace." "No you're not. You'll turn in early. You have a big day tomorrow." "Yes." "Ready?" "Yes." "Five... four... three... two... one..." And he hangs up. Gina blinks twice. She breathes deeply, then she stands up, puts thephone back in the living room, and goes back to clean the shower, humming.----------------------------------------------------------------------- "No. No more..." Grace is moaning. Her ears are buzzing and whenevershe closes her eyes she sees vivid patterns that make her feel sick. Shedoesn't understand the machine they've been using on her, but she knows inher bones that they're not using the recommended setting. They're tryingto burn out her neurons. Erik leans over her on the floor and absently reaches out to her nipple,which makes her cum instantly. Again. He's been hovering over her eversince she woke up, sticky, next to an empty can of whipped cream. He leansin and licks her, from her belly button to her throat. Her thighs locktogether as the multiples fire off. "Stop..." Erik smacks his lips, then kisses her on the mouth, causing her toflinch against the climax. Inches from her face, he says, "I won't stopuntil you want it over and over again, until you can never get enough. You're still resisting." It sounds to Grace like he wants her to keepresisting for a long time. "I can't... stand it any more," Grace whines softly, rolling around alittle on the plastic. Erik looks like he's hearing her for the first time. He takes herpulse, which thankfully doesn't make her cum. He makes her drink somewater, then he stands up. "Get some sleep. I'll be back later." Grace is so relieved by his absence that she drifts into sleep as soonas she can't hear his footsteps anymore. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- It's a really hot afternoon, and Gina is driving home from Seth's. She's not really one for air conditioning, so she's got all the windowsdown and she's blasting Crystal Method - some off the wall remix by DJ TrilB. She thinks about swinging by Mom's to see if she's back from her trip,but she'd want to change out of her negligible halter and bikini bottoms toavoid a prudish lecture about "giving away the whole store", so she decidesto go by later. She adjusts her fly Kerropi sunglasses at a stoplight andtaps her toe on the floor to the music. Today's the first day that shefeels mellow after the abduction and she doesn't know why, exactly. Maybeit has something to do with the three wild rounds of sex with Seth on hiskitchen floor today. Gina grins - her boy can't get enough of her. Her cell phone rings, so she fishes it out of her handbag. The lightturns green and she steers with one hand while she pulls the antenna outwith her teeth. She notices the guy in the car next to her is checking herout hardcore. He grins at her and nods, so she throws him a bone andsmiles coyly around the antenna in her teeth, then puts the phone up to herear. "Scully," she says. She'll never get tired of that one. "Pudding in a cloud," a voice intones. Gina feels her smile fade as herface relaxes. "Where?" she asks, paying rapt attention to the road. "Destination number three." Click. Call's over. Gina drops the phone into her lap and steps through the directions -left on Fryberg, right onto Maxwell. As she rounds the corners the streetnames are erased from the list of directions in her head. There could be agiant monster chewing up the world behind her and she wouldn't know orcare, she has someplace to be. She hopes she looks hot enough. Sometime later she pulls into a driveway. She knows she has to wait,but doesn't remember what for until the garage door in front of her creepsopen automatically. She pulls in and turns off the ignition, then stepsout of the car. She's staring at the wall because she doesn't haveanything left to do on the list, and she doesn't remember anything aftergetting out of the car. "Go through the door on your right and come into the living room," avoice says over an intercom speaker. It's the same voice as the one on thephone, the one that's making her bikini bottoms sticky. She feels dizzy. Gina tromps through the garage in her flip-flops and marches through thedoor, through a hallway, and into a typical living room. Erik's here andshe's thrilled and nervous. She doesn't remember why she's nervous, andshe doesn't care because he's kissing her and grabbing her ass. She'sstraining to meet his mouth because he's so much taller, so he scoops herup into his arms and starts to carry her off somewhere. She starts togiggle, but she sees a strange woman glaring at her across the room. She'stall, thin and pretty in a strange, exotic way. Gina decides she hatesher. "So this is the big sister?" the woman says, with a cruel emphasis on'big'. "Yes, this is the sister," Erik says. "The one that clocked me on thehead last week. Isn't she the hottest little thing?" He gives Gina asqueeze. "She looks like a skank. What's that outfit about?" "Jealous, Daisy?" Gina inquires, getting a load of the girl's cutoffshorts. The woman makes a lunge forward with clear intent to bust her inthe mouth, but Erik says, "Faye!" Faye catches herself and stares Gina down. "Your sister was Erik'sproject. But you get to be mine." She stares bullets at Erik. "Rightbabe?" Gina gets apprehensive at the same time Erik does - she can feel it inhis body language. "Right," he says hesitantly, giving her an unreadablelook. "My sister?" Gina squeaks. She had forgotten all about Grace. Faye looks very pleased with herself. She looks like she's just figuredout what makes Gina tick and she's going to take a screwdriver anddismantle her, spring by spring. "Oh, I picked up your sister yesterday,and we've gone to work on her already." She puts her hand to her mouth andcalls upstairs. "Grace? Come down and meet the company." Gina feels a dark pit form in her stomach and starts to wish she couldremember how she got here. She gets very tense in Erik's arms and tries tothink of the name of the last street she turned down. If that comes tomind, she hopes to God the previous one will shake lose, and so on. She'sthinking very hard about this because she's trying not to hear the softfootsteps on the stairs. But Erik swivels around so she can see Grace atthe bottom of the stairs. She's wearing a lot of makeup. She's decked outin a prep school girl uniform, with her shirt tied over her belly like thatstupid fucking pop singer in that video that makes Gina want to throw abrick through her television. Grace's face is expressionless, infantile,and it's getting closer because Erik is carrying Gina over to her. They just look at each other stupidly, because Grace looks totally friedand because Gina is being restrained by something in her head. Somehow,Erik has already done this to her without her even knowing it. She can'tjump out of his arms and grab Grace and run for the car, and she doesn'thave a clue where this house is. So she just stares at her little sisterin her ridiculous plaid skirt, with a vague notion of how fucked they bothare. "Baby baby..." Grace babbles, raising a little box up to her bigsister's face. Gina's ears are buzzing, burning, and her eyes roll back inher head. She's dimly aware of Erik carrying her up the stairs.