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The Hostage - Part One
by billchi

F+/M  - NC Kidnap/Bondage/Tickling/Fetish

A QUICK NOTE - I post to and lurk in many Newsgroups. My own
personal fetishes are many, but most are played out within
the story outline of many girls and one guy as a "victim".
I am not a lifestyle "Sub" (don't like the sight of blood
especially my own) and I don't particularly like Femdom
"kick the crap out of a victim" scenarios. I live a normal
"Het" lifestyle but had a teen experience that scared me at
the time but is a cherished memory now (perhaps I will
write about that one day). This is my first "submitted"
attempt and I rarely do spell and grammar checks (heh), so
you English teachers out there... go easy on me. If any of
you like the sort of things I outline in my story please
let me know and I will continue. If you don't like it,
suggest something better. If you are a writer of ero-fiction
and would like to colaborate, lemme know by E-Mail
billchi@direct.ca


   The town of Port Blade had changed a lot since he had moved ten
years prior. His entire teenage years had been spent there and
though he had been mostly a loner he had had some pretty good times
there. As a teen he'd loved the girls at his school. So pretty and
take charge by nature. He never had the guts to ask any of them
out. Going to school and just seeing them seemed enough to get him
through the day's boredom.

    All that seemed so long ago now as he drove through the town for
what would be his last time. He had lived only 10 or so miles away
in recent years but now he was about to move out of province. A
whole new life that he half heartedly looked forward to.

    Being involved in his reminiscing he lost track of his fuel
situation and as he was about to leave the town's confines he
found himself in need of gas. When he had lived there Mariner
Way was just a jumble of bushes and powerlines. Now it was a
full fledged 4 lane highway with a self serve gas station, 7-11
combo situated for both incoming and outgoing traffic. Pretty bold
step for a town that had once turned down a McDonald's for fear of
teens congragating and partying loudly.

    It was about 1am as he pulled his car into the gas bays and
got out to refill his tank. There didn't seem to be anything
out of the ordinary here, other than a big old van splashed in
almost every non color you could think of. A few more cars were
parked in the area in front of the 7-11 but there didn't seem to
be anyone around.  He pulled the gas nozel from the pump and
prepared to fill the tank when a voice crackled through a speaker.

    "You have to pay before I can turn on the pumps mister." A
bored and disembodied girls voice told him.

    "Shit!" He uttered to himself as he headed towards the store.
"How am I supposed to know how much a fill is going to cost."

    When he stepped inside the store he was surprised to see that
not only the city had gone modern but so had the creatures of the
jungle. Four girls stood by the cashier's booth talking with her,
obviously friends. All of them were gorgeous, he guessed maybe 18
or 19 years old at most. They all looked the same with dark goth
look makeup framed by long teased hair.  Even the one who wore
her dark burgundy dyed hair up had it spilling to her shoulders
from a oversized black ribbon. The four at the booth looked, to
him, like something out of a fetish magazine with uniform style
get ups of rubber and leather. Almost like "biker fashion dipped
in rubber". All of them wore heavy rubber mini skirts over latex
leggings which poured down into shiny black Doc Martens boots.
Over their thick angora sweaters they wore oversized black rubber
biker jackets with black leather wrist length gauntlets. His eyes
took in the shocking yet pleasurable image of them and then he
quickly looked down in his shy manner.

     He stepped up to the cashier noticing she, like the others,
was considerably taller than his 5'6" frame, but in her drab 7-11
uniform she seemed to be a far less imposing character than her
friends behind him. "I was planning to fill my tank so how do I
know how much to pay ahead of time"

     "What you need to do is leave your wallet here for me to
turn the pump on." She said almost without any expression.

     He guessed that a few people drove off without paying for
their gas, but did he really want to hand his wallet over to
these girls? "Uh...okay whatever. By the way do you have a key
to the bathroom?" He asked as he handed over his wallet.


     Again, with almost a monotone, she answered him. "Door's
unlocked...round the side of the store there."

    He thought he heard them laugh him off as he walked out the
door of the store and headed back to his car. When he reached
the pumps, all was in order. Maybe she didn't have as much
disdain for her work as it seemed... just doing her job taking
his wallet. The lights of the pump blinked on ready to roll,
but the nozel didn't have a latch to leave the fill unattended.
"Damn, and I really gotta use the bathroom." He muttered to
himself. Not wanting to spend anymore time around this place
than he had to, a sudden flash of brilliance hit him. It was
a warm August night so he simply slipped off his runners,
threw one in the car and jammed the other into the grip of
the gas nozel. He knew he'd have enough time now to go
*relieve* himself so, in bare feet he headed for the bathroom.

    The four girls from inside the store had stepped outside
for a smoke but he didn't have to go by them to get to the side
of the store. He decided against stealing another look at them
as he stepped into the darkness beside the store. He took a
few steps as his eyes adjusted from the bright flourescents of
the parking lot to the deep black of the walkway. When his
eyes became functional again he noticed several more girls,
just like the others, were leaning against a railing directly
across from the bathroom door. They were passing around a
bottle of lemon gin and smoking pot. This was getting more
intense by the minute, he thought, but all his life he'd
avoided possible "altercations". Building every situation
beyond what it really was. They were *just* girls with no
place to party, no threat to him.

    But where were all the guys in this town? Surely girls
that looked like this had guys on a string. He kept looking
and walking straight ahead. A couple of the girls kind of
"Oooo'd" at him and as he reached the area of the door one
of them walked directly in front of him puckering up her
lips to make a "smooch" sound. They were just playing with
his head he thought as he pulled the door open and stepped
inside the bathroom, but he locked the door just to make
himself feel safe.

    The bathroom was sparsely lit. Although it was a clean
and large, three stall, five urinal, affair the owner of
this store had chosen to only call on the power of one
single strip flourescent, which hummed and cracked on it's
last legs of service. He walked immediately to a urinal and
unzipping his pants, he pulled his cock from his boxer
shorts. He was surprised to see the effect the girls had had
on him as he held his pulsing penis down towards the toilet.

    After several seconds the last of his stream escaped into
the urinal and he knew he still had a few seconds to recompose
himself and return to his car. At that moment he heard the
doorknob of the bathroom begin to twist and someone began
pushing hard at the door. Voices called out his name..."my
wallet..." he thought in panic.

    "Let us in there Richard!" One yelled. More thuds against
the door as it sounded like boots were now being applied to the
door.

    He hurriedly pushed his fear-aroused cock back into his
boxers and did his pants back up. His head was swimming with
"what to do's" and because they already had his wallet it
was abundantly clear that they didn't plan to rob him. "What
could they want?!?" He wondered as he stepped up to the door
in panic. The car he sumized. Their van was broken down and
now they wanted his car, was his guess. No car was worth
getting mugged by ten or more girls. Should he open the door
and offer the car? What if they just wanted to beat him up
for being courageous enough to walk right by them. His mind
bounced back to the car... "DAMN!" By now it was either close
to full, or spilling gas all over the parking lot. That
*problem* was quickly dashed as the very running shoe he'd
used to keep the nozel open came sailing through the small
opened window, above the door. They want me!!! Why?!?

     It had grown silent outside the door, which he was now
leaning against. He knew they were still grouped there. He
could hear them talking to each other. Then he heard one
say "Listen up boy..." And the sound of a key being thrust
into the lock on the doorknob nearly stopped his overpaced
heart. With all his might, he braced himself against the
door. But the floor was high polished tile and even bare
foot he couldn't get the kind of leverage they all had
with boots on the cement sidewalk. He was losing this
battle rapidly.

     It was like one of those nightmares where no voice came
when you needed to yell or beg. He managed to keep the door
mostly shut when suddenly the lights in the bathroom went
out. If the cashier had been a willing enough participant
to hand his wallet over to these girls, she now dealt another
faceless blow to him by killing the fuse switch powering the
dim bathroom. Plunging him into complete darkness. His only
chance was to reason he told himself, since he was certainly
in no position to hold back all the weight put to their side
of the door. "Okay... I.. I'll open the door...please stop
pushing or you'll fall." Care for their well being and who
knows, right? Wrong!

     He slowly opened the door and managed to get the "Wha.."
part of "what do you want" out before a steady stream of
girls began to push inside the bathroom, forcing him back.
He couldn't make out any faces and the only light were the
embers of a few girl's cigarettes. They didn't say a word.
They just kept pushing into the room until he was backed up
to a waist high heat register. The warmth crept up his back
and he noticed for the first time that he was dripping in
sweat. There had to have been close to fifteen of them in
line upon line of dark figures. He could now see the sheen
of each rubber and leather outfitted body in the dark.

     "What do y-y-you want f-from me?" he asked. His choked
words sounding a lot higher in octave than usual.

     Without an answer they began to grab for him. Arms and
gloved hands wrapped around and grabbed him everywhere. He
felt as if the world's largest python had just descended upon
his whole body at once. He couldn't budge and taking large
gulps of air he began to come under the "spell" of their
perfume. He felt a gloved palm clasp down over his mouth and
the door to the bathroom was pushed shut and again locked.

     He writhed and squirmed but couldn't budge much at all.
Each attempt to break free became a seperate last ditch
effort, prepared for by his dwindling strength reserve and
squashed just as quickly by their unrelenting grasps.

     "That's right darling, work yourself weak and you'll
be so much easier to kidnap!" One purred into his ear. He
immediately began to buck wildly in their arms, which
had about as much effectiveness as his struggling before
he knew their intentions. Not knowing if it had been her
teasing his ear or his new knowledge of his demise that
had made him jerk so strongly, she went back to his ear
again and playfully nipped at it.

     "No-No-No!" He cried, through the hand clasped over his
mouth, his body again going into spasmodic rythm.

     "Mmmmm-Yes-Yes-Yes." She laughed into his ear as the
others felt his fighting become weaker and weaker. They had
him cold. Their first male captive... a toy. The room erupted
with their defiant cheering and taunts to their muscle spent
captive, who lay completely subdued and weak in their grasps.

     They held him that way for nearly 10 minutes. Not loosening
their hold or letting him move. His clothing became soaked with
his sweat and every breath he took was a wash of chocolate like
rubber scents or sweetened more so with their heavy perfume. He
was in first stages of shock at what little had been done to him
already. He'd always lived the "man is the breadwinner" lifestyle
drummed into him by his father and society at large, so to be so
utterly helpless at the hands of girls likely 10 years younger
than him was a total and imbarassing defeat.

     They still continued to cheer, laugh and taunt but
individual voices came clear to him as he lay there subdued.

     "We'd better get him tied up and get out of here."

     "Yeah, how much longer `til Sarah get's off work?"

     "Two hours, but we don't wanna be seen dragging a man out of
here by the next shift. Sarah can drive our boy's car to the house
when she get's off work."

     "Yeah, tie him up and let's get goin', now!"

     None of them relented their grip much but he did feel his
legs being forced together as some sort of fabric, likely silk
scarves, were wrapped around his ankles, tying his bare feet
together.

     "Oooh, skin!" One giggled as she dragged her gloved fingers
across the soles of his feet. Again he bucked as much as their
tight grips would allow. "Looks like he's a ticklish captive
girls!"

     "We're just gonna have to see where else our Li'l boy is
sensitive. And darling, we won't be disturbed, so put any
thoughts of us stopping out of your mind right now."

     That was it for him. He felt a few more begin to toy with
his feet as his arms were forced above him and also tied,
tightly, at the wrists. This initial "meeting" and their finding
one of his worst fears and weaknesses so quickly was enough to
send him fully into mental flatliner. He laid there wide eyes of
horror taking in nothing but the blackness sorrounding him.
Purplish clouds seemed to swirl in his sight with each hard pound
of his heart. Sure, if he'd been sitting around with a buddy
talking about this type of scenario he might have said, "Sounds
like a good time, to me!" Bravado is all it would be because
as he lay wondering what they were going to do with him he was
in complete terror.

End of Part One

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