The Peyton List Chronicles Part I – Saving Debby Ryan

The Peyton List Chronicles
Part I – Saving Debby Ryan
It had been several days since Peyton last heard from Debby. Since the sudden
cancellation of their show and now starting work on her on project, the young
blonde starlet thought that they simply hadn’t crossed paths. However, on this
day, everything was going to change that impression. As she headed out of the
studio, she saw Ashley Tisdale’s SUV heading down the road, with what appeared
to be a sleeping Debby Ryan beside her. The look on Ashley’s face was not her
usual perky, uppity self, but a somber, focused, almost angry version. Curiosity
getting the best of her, Peyton pulled out of the drive and followed behind at a
safe distance.
It felt like hours passed as she tagged behind, going outside of Hollywood into
the suburbs, and then into the dry outlying communities along the rim of LA.
They then turned into a new community that was being built, with only one fully
constructed house erected. The white SUV pulled into the blacktop drive, and
came to a stop. Still several drives back, Peyton pulled up over a speed bump,
parked the car, and watched as the door opened, and the shapely legs of Ashley
Tisdale poured out of the vehicle. She walked over to the passenger side and
proceeded to guide Debby out of the vehicle. No longer sound asleep, Debby
appeared bewildered, but what soon caught Peyton’s eyes were the bindings that
secured her arms and hands in place, and what appeared to be several strips of
red tape covering her lips.
“Come on, sister…we have to get everything ready for the boss!” Ashley
demanded as she yanked the redhead out, thrusting her toward the house. They
ducked in through the side door, and Peyton shot out of her car, sneaking around
the area behind any cover in order to avoid the possibility of detection. As she
made it to the front windows, the blonde peered in and watched as Ashley forced
Debby down onto a small wooden chair. “Be quiet or you may not make it to see
the boss.” Immediately, Ashley pulled out her phone and called someone, pacing
around anxiously. Peyton watched as Debby wrenched her hands, struggling for
elusive freedom, all to no avail. Peyton struggled to listen to what was being said,
but the glass was preventing her from making a full determination of the
conversation. As Peyton listened, Ashley came in closer…
“Yes, ma’am. She’s sitting here ready for the next phase. Are you sure this will
work?”
Peyton whispered in her mind, “What? What would work?”
“Yes, I drove by the studio as she would be leaving! Do you really think she’s this
gullible?”
“Who?” Peyton asked again
“I will scout the outside, perhaps she’s nearby at this point…” just as Ashley said
those words, her eyes connected with Peyton’s, who gasped in terror. “SHE’S
HERE! I WILL REPORT BACK!”
Peyton shot off around through the fields and attempted to head back to her car.
The whole time as she ran she asked, “Me? This is to get to me? What does she
want with me!? With Debby?” Just as Peyton arrived at her car she looked at the
front and back tires – all flat. In the commotion of trying to get to Debby, she
failed to realize the spike strip that
was placed across the speed bump.
The blonde damsel looked over her
shoulder and saw Ashley, with a look
of determination in her eyes. Peyton
shot off toward a set of shrubs that
stood high and wiggled through
them. As she continued to run, she
pulled her phone out to call the
police, hoping for a local sheriff’s
office to be able to save her and
Debby from this nightmare. When
she hit the call button, there was
silence, and then three faint beeps.
She looked and saw that her phone
had no service. “HOW? She was on
the phone!” Peyton’s confusion
continued as she struggled to run
from her pursuer through the maze of empty housing lots. After she made it back
to the main highway, she shot over what appeared to be an abandoned motel,
hoping beyond hope to find someone that would be able to help. She continued
to pound on her phone. “Work…come on, wor.MMMMPPPPH!”
A hand with a damp cloth clamped
down over her mouth and nose,
another hand reaching around her
arms and waist, pulling her close to
the body of her abductor.
“Don’t worry, Peyton…I’m not
going to knock you out, just calm
you down enough to get you to my
ride.” Peyton’s mind raced, “What
the hell was she talking about?” It
was then that the sweet smell of
chloroform filled her nostrils and
made her begin to panic. She
continued to try to break free, pulling in more and more of the noxious vapors
into her body as her breathing increased. Soon, her struggles became more
labored, and she could feel gravity pulling her down. “That’s right…now let’s get
in the truck, sweetie.” Unable to control her legs, Peyton was hurried to the SUV
and thrown into the back, Ashley following her in, closing the door behind. From
behind the seat, a coil of rope emerged in the captor’s hands and she began to
secure Peyton’s hands behind her back, lashing her wrists tightly together so as to
prevent any hope of escape. She then lashed the ropes across the arms and chest
of the curvy, young blonde.
“There we go! I’m not tying your legs yet…I have to get you into the house while
you’re still able to walk. I’m sorry to do this to you, kid, but you are part of my
ticket to freedom, and I can’t risk losing this!”
Peyton’s head continued to swirl as she looked up at Ashley, “Wha…Why?
Whoo..Who’s doing this to you?”
“You’ll find out soon enough, dear. Now, they aren’t going to want to hear
anything from you, so let’s shut those lips of yours.” Ashley secured a piece of
tape in place. “That should silence you till we get back to the house. Let’s get
back…I’m sure Jennifer is there already!”
The only thing Peyton could ask in her mind was why? Why was all of this
happening? Who was causing all of this to happen to her and her friends? The
SUV rolled down the street back to the house where it all began. Ashley opened
the door and pulled on Peyton’s secured arms forcing her up. “At least we didn’t
have to go far to get you back here. Come on!” She threw the house door open
and spirited her captive in. “Now let’s get you comfortable.” Ashley placed her in
a wood chair, and began to look around the room. “Where did that cloth go…I
was going to use it for…”
“For a good cleave gag?” An unfamiliar voice uttered. From around the corner,
the sound of heels clacking across the hardwood floor and the shapely, mature
frame of Jennifer Hewitt. “I found it over here and wanted to be sure our latest
acquisition was silent, but it looks like you beat me to it.”
“Yes, ma’am. I was going to replace the tape as it wasn’t too effective.”
“I see…I will take care of this one. Bring me her friend so I can prep her for the
ride ahead.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Ashley shot around the corner to grab Debby.
Peyton, still slightly groggy from the chloroform, looked up at her new captor,
fear and anger filling her eyes. “Oh my dear, what a lovely young woman you
have turned into. You remind me of myself at your age…so much to live for, and
so much potential! You’re not quite old enough to go and serve my boss at his
house, but you can serve a very…VERY important role for him.” As she said this,
Jennifer grabbed a corner of the tape and pulled with a sudden jerk.
“Ow!!! What are you talking about? What do you want with me? With Debby?
With Ashley!?”
“My pet, I know it’s hard, but in time you will soon understand. You are going to
perform a little assignment for Mr. Mach, the one who has called your friends and
myself together.”
“I won’t help! You’re sick and so is he!”
“You may be right about the sick part, but you couldn’t be more wrong about not
helping! I promise you!” Jennifer tightened the cloth in her hands and began
stretching it out, “See, you don’t have a choice, dear! You will serve us, and you
will help us!” As she said this, she threw the tight cloth across Peyton’s mouth and
pulled it till it jammed into the corners of her lips. Her teeth clinched the cloth as
Jennifer secured it into place.
Just then, Debby was maneuvered in by Ashley, who had received another call.
“Yes, sir. I promise I will make sure my replacement is secured…..I know exactly
how I’m going to get her and should have her by tomorrow afternoon…..Thank
you, sir!”
“What did he tell you, dear?”
“He said you were to take Peyton with the other two snoops and secure them at
the lab…I am to go and retrieve my replacement.”
Jennifer smiled slyly, “Very good, dear! I knew you would be just as resourceful
as I was at your age.”
“Look, this is temporary…you and Robert can have this when I’m through!”
Jennifer smiled as she looked into her eyes, “I said that too…then I realized how
much I missed the adrenaline rush that came with this. The feeling of control; the
absolute ecstasy of pressing you skin against the struggling, wriggling mass of
your struggling prey! It’s not easy as to walk away from as you think it is, pet.”
Ashley looked back at Jennifer with a mild smirk, “Maybe you’re right!”
“Of course I am, and you’ll see that the next time you go out.”
The blonde looked down at the helpless pair as they looked up at their
tormenters, “Looks like it’s time for you two to have some company!” Ashley
walked out the door to her truck and headed out to her next assignment.
Jennifer looked down at Peyton with a wicked grin, “Now, my firm young
pet…let’s get you ready for your big trip!”
The Peyton List Chronicles
Part II – Taking Dove Cameron
The sun was beating down on the scenic
beauty of the fountain park that was the
background for Dove Cameron latest photo
shoot. Her popularity was on the rise with a
hit show and TV movie under her belt, and
she was enjoying all the fruit of her fame’s
labor. She was taking time out to apply
sunscreen to her creamy white skin. The
photographer commented, “You must have
been a natural redhead with you skin.” Dove
smiled as she finished her arms, “You’d
think so wouldn’t you? Can’t be too careful
these days – pale or not.” She slipped off
her sandals, her soles at first sensitive to the
warm concrete. She was preparing to finish
up the shoot when her phone began to
vibrate. She looked down and saw a text
from her older sister, Claire. “Car Trouble.
Help a Sis out? ”
“Tim, I’m sorry…Claire needs a ride. Can we
make up the rest of the shoot tomorrow?”
“I’d be pushing deadline…but I know family has to come first. Head out.”
“Thanks, dear!” Dove slid her shoes back on and headed out to her car. As she
looked around, she noticed something odd. An SUV with a sign was parked close
to her. She read the sign, “CAUTION – PRISONERS AT WORK.” Why would a
work detail from the
jail be in the lot
cleaning? They were
supposed to clean
roadsides and
highways? It was
then she felt an arm
wrap around her
waist and a hand
clamp down tightly
across her lips.
“MMPPPPHHHH!”
There, in an orange
jump suit was Ashley.
“Ok, cutie, it’s time
for us to take a little
trip!”
Ashley lifted the
starlet’s 5’ 2” frame
up and hauled her
over to the SUV.
“Don’t make a sound, understood?” Dove, terrified, nodded obediently in the
positive.
Ashley removed her hand and began the process of securing her arms.
“Ashley….what have I done to you to cause you to do this? Is it a joke?” There
was no response, just the pull as both of Dove’s wrists were pulled together and
secured with tight nylon rope. “Please, talk to me..my sister is going to expect me
to pick her up! What is going ommmmpph!”
“I told you to shut the hell up!” Ashley silenced the pleading actress’s lips with
several strips of duct tape. “Your sister isn’t expecting you! I hacked her acct and
sent you the text. As for the rest, you will know all you need to shortly! We have
a date to keep with Jennifer!” Ashley
placed her across the floor of the backseat
and shut the door. In moments, she was
back in the driver seat, making the call to
her collaborator.
“Jennifer, I have the replacement!”
“Is she intact?”
“100%. She is quite beautiful.”
“Excellent, bring her to the lab, I will meet you soon!” Jennifer smiled as she
looked at the freshly dressed Peyton, now sporting blue jeans. “Your partner has
just been located and is being brought to our next destination, dear!”
Jennifer licked her lips as she watch Peyton’s socked feet shuffling around in a
desperate attempt to be free. “I do so love when a girl flirts with her feet! We
need to lose those little socks and let your toes gets some fresh air!”
Peyton’s eyebrows raised in confusion and disgust, wiggling to try to escape the
grasp of her eccentric captor. Jennifer grabbed the tip toe of her right sock and
gave a gentle tug, slipping the blonde’s foot half way, and then then did the same
for the left one.
“Ohhhhhh….what a lovely way to start, pet!” Jennifer once again reached down
and slowly removed the hanging socks from Peyton’s toes, her dark nail polish
shining as she attempted to pull them away.
“Such lovely little
feet, dear! Mach
will love those!”
Peyton, now
growing angry,
struggled
viciously against
her bindings,
screaming
though her cleave
gag.
Jennifer, with
calm demeanor,
reached over and
removed the gag.
“Where’s Debby?
What are you
going to do with
her?”
“Oh, she’s fine
dear…a friend
has come by to
send her ahead of
us. You’ll be seeing her again soon enough!”
You’re fucking sick!”
“Wow! I never expected that from such soft, young lips…But you may be right.”
Peyton’s eyebrow rose at this statement, “What did he do to you?”
Jennifer smiled, “He started this when I was just starting out on TV. As I said,
we’ve been into this a long time. One night I wanted to go out for a drive, maybe
have a drink or two. Hit a club on the Westside, and had a blast. I noticed that a
well-dressed guy was looking at me, but never said anything to him. I went over
to the bar, and the guy slid me a rum and coke. I smiled at him and took a
drink…he asked if I would like to dance, and we hit the floor….well, I should say I
hit the floor. Everything got dizzy, the room spun….I remember hearing someone
say, “Tonight, you
become my prize
protégé,” and
everything went
black. Next thing I
remembered, I woke
up with a serious
headache and a
really bad taste in
my mouth. I
couldn’t move…I
had been tied up,
much like you are,
and there he stood.
He smiled and said,
“One day, you will
thank me for the
training you’re going
to receive.” He
promised he would
not hurt me, nor
would I be asked for
money or sex.
“He never forced you
to have sex with
him? What did he
do it for? If you got
away, why didn’t you turn him in?” Peyton probed for answers as she tried to
untie her bound wrists, which was still an impossible task.
“He just wanted to show me what he was about. He untied me, showed me
around his mansion, and told me that I was free to go, but that at some time in
the near future, he’d grab me again.”
“How many times did he abduct you?”
Jennifer looked around, rolling her eyes around as she figured, “At least 5 times
before he offered me my first opportunity. The first time he took me, I was
terrified. The second time, I was intrigued. By the third time, I was addicted!”
Peyton’s expression changed, “How many have more people have you
kidnapped?”
“Now you’re asking way too many questions, dear! You’re starting to sound like
that reporter that was snooping around a while back.” Jennifer reached down
and pulled the gag back out.
“No, please, not agaiMPPPPPPHHHH! SMMMPH!”
“No, I won’t stop…and before long, neither will you!”
As she finished securing the gag in place, the cell phone rang. “Yes?”
A woman’s voice came across the line, “Mistress, the van is here. Are you ready
for package delivery?”
“Of course, dear. Are the other two packages with you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good, my pet. I will bring up the new one.” As she got off the phone, she looked
down at Peyton, anger once again in her eyes. “Well, I suppose it’s time to go!
You’re going to have a very busy day, dear!” She picked up the blonde damsel
and walked out a door that led to the driveway. There a white van with no
windows had pulled up. A redheaded woman, who looked wore an outfit like a
Brinks armored car drive emerged from the driver’s side.
“Ready for collection, Mistress.”
“Good, Cory! Our latest acquisition will be interested in seeing what lies ahead
for her. Can you open the side door so I may deposit and secure the package?”
“Of course, Mistress.”
The door flung open and there, struggling against their own bindings were
Zendaya Coleman and Bella Thorn, who had been caught snooping at Robert’s
original warehouse site. The two looked up in terror as they saw their friend
being carried and placed beside them. Jennifer looked over at the other two
snoops along with Peyton and smiled, “I hope it has been worth it, ladies…cause
this is where the story you stumbled on now includes you in the cast!” The door
closed and the captors bolted to the front of the van and drove to their next
destination.
The Peyton List Chronicles
Part III – Preparing For Guests
After nearly an hour of travel, the delivery van came to a halt, and Peyton was
removed quickly and separated from her friends. They had traveled to a facility
deep in the heart of California’s desert terrain, where civilization would not
interfere with any works that would be conducted.
As she was maneuvered through the winding hallways, they came to a cold,
metallic room filled with centrifuges,
refrigerators, and operating tables.
There standing bound in gagged next to
Ashley was Dove. Jennifer pushed
Peyton next to her friend as the pair
struggled for freedom.
Ashley looked over at Jennifer, a smug
grin across her lips, “Now, I think that
just about completes my assignment.”
Jennifer sighed, “You really aren’t
having much fun with this, are you?”
“Look, you have what you want and
what that maniac boyfriend of yours
wants! Give me my walking papers and I will leave you two the fuck alone!”
“Alright, Alright! Don’t get so excited, dear…” The devilish brunette made her
way over to Ashley with a briefcase in hand. “1 million as promised. Mr. Mach
wishes to thank you for your effort.” She sat it down and scooted it across the
floor, right in front of the angry blonde.
“Good enough…”
“You need to make sure every penny is in there…I know Mr. Mach has a bit of an
issue with counting.”
“Are you serious? Ok, I’ll look!” Ashley sat the case on a table and opened it up.
She scanned across the contents and verified that there was more than enough
cash to settle up. “I hope you’re happy, it all checked oMMMPPPPPHH!”
“Yea, and while Mach was ok with letting your tight ass go, I’m not! It’s time for a
well-deserved nap, my new little pet!” Ashley violently clawed against Jennifer’s
hand, which had clamped down tightly across her mouth and nose. It wasn’t long
before the effects of her initial deep breaths were visible. She started to swoon,
her eyes rolling back and her struggles weakening. “Good dear, just keep
breathing it in! All of this drama will soon be over.” Ashley’s head slumped over,
her breathing slowed, and her eyes shut tightly.
Peyton and Dove looked on in horror, unable to make any difference in the battle.
The cried into their gags in terror and anger. As Jennifer finished up, she looked
up at the pair, a smile once again across her lips.
“Now…who should go first?”
The pair looked at each other, their minds racing. “Go first in what?”
Then four burly men entered the room, one grabbing on of the mobile operating
table that was parked in the corner.
“Take Ms. Cameron and prepare her for the treatment!” Jennifer hissed.
Two of the men placed the young
heroine on the table and moved her
to an adjacent room, visible to
Jennifer and Peyton through an
observation window. The men held
down Dove as they secured her hands
above her head, and strapped her
down to the table. A cloth gag was
wrapped around her head, replacing
the tape. It was then a man appeared
in a white coat, carrying a syringe
with a bright pink fluid and a small
metal pin. Dove’s eyes grew in fear as
she saw the needle.
“I promise, dear, this will only sting
for a minute.” The white coat stated,
as he affixed the pin to her neck, just
an inch below her ear. It was then
that he inserted the needle into the
pin, which opened up and began to
pierce her flesh. Pain shot across her
expression, a tingling feeling from the
base of her skull to the end of her
spine. She twitched and screamed
into her gag, trying to
overcome the burning
sensation that was
shooting across her head.
Then, within 30 seconds
of the initial shot, her
struggles ceased, her eyes
started to grow heavy, her
heaving chest began to
slowly adjust, and soon
the damsel was at rest.
Peyton screamed into her
gag, demanding answers.
Jennifer reached over and
removed the gag once
more.
“You killed her!”
“No, my dear, just the opposite. We brought her new life. Observe!” Jennifer
walked over to a control panel and flipped a switch. “Dove…It’s time to wake up.”
At that moment, Dove
eyes opened, showing a
bright pink glow as the
implant took effect.
“Gentlemen, I think you
can release our patient.”
The men unlashed Dove
from the table and
removed the gag that
had tempered her
screams. Her bare feet
gently touched the floor
as she stood motionless.
Peyton’s heart raced as fear engulfed her, “Wha…What’s wrong with her?”
Jennifer looked over her shoulder, “Nothing at all, dear. In fact, she’s probably
more alive that she’s been in her entire life.” Turning her attention back to Dove,
she spoke into the mic, “Dove, my dear, I want you to come to me right now.”
“Yes, Mistress…” Dove replied and made her way back to the observation booth.
“Very good, my pet…now I want you to do me a favor.”
Dove’s expression was blank, no emotion at all, and her eyes continued to glow
bright pink. “Yes, Mistress. Anything for you.”
“I want you to take Ms. List and prepare her for treatment. Can you do that for
me, hon?”
At the request, Dove’s eyes changed to a bright glowing red, her expression
shifted to a focused anger as her gaze turned toward Peyton. “As you wish,
Mistress.”
“No….NO I WON’T LET YOU!” Peyton bolted toward the door, hands still
secured behind her, and tackled through the two men standing guard.
“Dammit!” Jennifer screamed, “Dove, retrieve…I will send for backup.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Dove bolted through the door and traced through hallways.
Ahead, Peyton wandered through the maze of corridors and made it to a large
hanger area, and around 100
yards, a garage door that could
be opened. She bolted toward
the gate when she was
confronted by two more
familiar faces – Alyson and
Amanda Michalka.
“Hello Peyton…” Both said in
unison, both having blank
expressions just like Dove.
“Guys, I’ve got to get out of
here…please help me!”
“We are all here to help you, Peyton…you just have to let us.” Alyson muttered
without emotion.
“Wha…What do you mean?”
Amanda turned her head to peer behind the scared damsel, “You will see soon
enough.”
Then there was the sound of shuffling from either side of Peyton. It was then that
she saw in the darkness the bright glowing pink eyes of others, heading toward
her.
“We are here to help you Peyton!” A unison chorus cried out to her.
As they eyes approached, their faces became clear. There stood a contingent of
her collogues and friends – Selena Gomez, Miley Cyrus, Victoria Justice, and
others. There had been rumors of several Hollywood actresses that had vanished
or returned acting very different from their usual selves. Now it was all becoming
clear to Peyton…Mach had collected them and placed them in his control, just as
Jennifer had with Dove.
“Please…you all are my friends.”
“Yes Peyton…we are your friends.” Emily
Osment appeared alongside the terrified blonde.
“And soon you will be one of us.”
“You…you won’t…you CAN’T.”
“Please, Peyton…do not make this harder. You
must submit.”
“No…NEVER! Please, let me go…I will go get
help for you!”
The group spoke in unison as they encircled her,
“We do not want help…we want
you!” With that, their eyes began
glow red.
“Please, no!”
Just as she uttered those words a
hand reached out for her and turned
her around. There stood Dove with
a white rag in hand that clamped
across her face…soon, everything
went black.
Peyton awoke to find her hands
secured above her head, tied to a bar
under the table she was strapped to.
She struggled in vain to free herself
from her restraints. It was then she
looked in the direction of her strapped
down bare feet to see Jennifer and
Dove standing there.
“Why me? Why Dove?”
Jennifer touched Peyton’s cheek, “Because,
dear, you have connections that will prove
very…VERY useful to our needs. You will
be able to get into areas that neither
Robert or I could get into, and be able to
subdue those that need to be brought in.
You will find that you will have amazing
abilities once your mind is unhampered.”
Jennifer pulled out the tape again to gag
her, “Remember, it will only hurt for a
moment, my dear!”
The Peyton List Chronicles
Epilogue
Peyton pulled the van into the driveway of the mansion, sporting a fashionable
hat and designer dress. She texted to Dove, letting her know that she had arrived
at Jennifer’s house with her delivery, and to follow up on how Dove’s mission was
going. Two men came out of the mansion as she finished up and hit send.
“Are the packages still secured?”
“Yes…they aren’t going anywhere.”
The men opened the back of the van to see Debby and Ashley tightly bound and
secured, ready to serve Jennifer. Much to the dismay of Ashley, who’s anger
burned though the gaze she shot to her captors.
Just then, Peyton’s phone vibrated, a message from Dove came in:
“All going according to plan…these two will give us the others we need.”
In the back of her van sat Rowan Blanchard and Sabrina Carpenter, bound and
gagged tightly in preparation for delivery to the desert compound. Dove
responded again to Peyton, “While you are there, ask Jennifer what is next.”
Peyton went inside the large doorway and was greeted by her Mistress.
“Hello, my pet…do you have a report?”
“Yes, Mistress…Dove has the two young girls and will be taking them to the lab
for preparation. She wanted to know what was next.”
Jennifer took Peyton by her hand and led her to a study. “You, Dove, Rachel, and
Sabrina are the first part of our latest project, and as you and Dove have so
wonderfully demonstrated, we are off to a great start.”
Peyton’s expression remained blank, her eyes glowing bright pink in subtle
submission to her Mistress. “Who will be next, Mistress?”
“There are eight more…Dove has already obtained the two that will bring us
seven of those eight, but I need you to bring me Ms. Marano”
“It will be done, Mistress.”
“Soon, we will have a new group for Mach’s collection!”