The 13th Hostage
By Peter Walsh
Part Eight
What can I say? Suddenly I was not scared being threatened with a gun. If anything it was starting to piss me off. I swung my boots off the table, jerked my head free of gloved grip, knocked away the hand holding the gun and swiftly rose to my feet. I turned to face my tormentor. ‘What the f-!’ The words died a swift death in my throat. I found myself facing six strangers. All dressed in black, all wearing dark glasses (at night?) and all strapped with enough firepower to level a city block. I had left the little Beretta out of easy reach, not that it would have been much use in these new heightened circumstances. All I could do was raise both hands and surrender. My new black clad playmates did not stand on any ceremony. I was quickly hit from both the left and the right. It took less than ten seconds to remove me from the equation. It was a two person job. A black rubber ball was jammed into my mouth which was then covered with a huge piece of black tape. My arms were pulled behind my back and my wrists cinched together with a cable tie. Another cable tie went around my boot clad ankles. I was then thrown onto the sofa which thankfully broke my landing. What can I say? Small mercies! I twisted my captive body round and cast moderately frightened eyes over the newcomers. Five were definitely men and one was possibly a woman. I heard them whispering. The words were strange. I had a working knowledge of about six or seven languages and this was not one of them. Sufficient to say these accents came from somewhere a couple of continents to the east of where we were currently located. The intruders then checked the rest of the room out. They seemed to ignore Leonora and her friends all wrapped up a few feet away. No threat I suppose or were they on the same team? Then Gina chose to enter the room. The classy red head reacted quickly with determined eyes. I was not sure what was the most impressive? The speed with which Gina drew her small gun or the speed with which she was subdued? The hem of her wispy black skirt flew up as if blown by an invisible breeze, the flash of a black stocking top against the background of a creamy white thigh and then the little gun seeking a target. Gina had her weapon torn from her grasp and she did not have the chance to make the smallest of sounds before the rubber ball entered her mouth. The tape swiftly sealed the ball in place. Her wrists and ankles were trapped in cable ties and then she was lifted up and brought over to be tossed on top of yours truly. Gina was soft, warm, sweet and nice but her lovely body was suddenly suffocating me. I wriggled my head, my eyes blinded by my long hair, out from underneath the captive Gina. I then saw four of the intruders going in the direction of the room where Lee and Gita were resting. I suddenly became cold with fear. These people were armed and so were Gita and Lee. I prayed that there would be no shooting and that my friends would opt for a swift surrender. ****** Gina and I wriggled so we became free of each other. We soon found despite our bonds that it was more comfortable to actually try and sit on the sofa. We did so, side by side. We exchanged pained glances. The balls inside our mouths were uncomfortable in the extreme and the tape holding them there was very tight. Gina was already perhaps regretting her choice of attire. Three of us four girls had opted for the comfort and practicality of jeans and boots. Gina had gone for skirt, nylons and heels. Her skirt was now an untidy bunch at the top of her thighs and her stocking tops and brief black silk panties were on full display. I heard Gina breathing hard with annoyance through her elegant nostrils. She knew that she was not able to adopt a more modest pose. I twisted my body around and came face to face with the muzzle of a scary looking matt black assault weapon of some description. I twitched slightly, this was not nice. I looked beyond the threat of the weapon and saw that Leonora, Marion Brooke and Lynda were no longer seated statues in bondage. They knew something was up and suddenly seemed very aware of their undressed vulnerability. They were struggling against their bonds for all they were worth. I turned back to see the quartet of our new black clad playmates returning. They pushed Gita and Lee before them. Both my friends had their arms secured behind them and had been gagged in the same manner as Gina and I. Inwardly I sighed. We were captives again! Lee was dumped next to Gina and her ankles swiftly secured. Gita fell next to me and my friend fought frantically kicking out with sharp looking boot heels. The brave girl was subdued after her show of defiance. Gita got cable ties wrapped around both ankles and knees. Lee and Gita kept up a furious but futile vocal protest. The balls and the tape gagging them ensured little noise above a low growl. Then my captive friends and I looked up at the figure standing over us. The leader of the scary sextet was the woman. Behind all the black combat gear and weapons lay a long and super toned body and what we could see of her face revealed flawless skin. She had one sexy mouth. That mouth curved upward in a smile and I found she was looking right at me. I don’t mind being looked at by people I like or people I might get to like. On this particular occasion I did mind. I glared at her. She seemed amused by this. There was something of a commotion behind us. I heard groans and splutters of relief. I knew our three original tormentors were being released. Inwardly I groaned. Leonora Ritter bounced round into my vision still in her underwear. The scary girl turned and smiled at her. Leonora returned the smile and kissed the girl on the lips. They exchanged words in that strange language. Leonora was then joined by Marion Brooke and Lynda in their varying degrees of undress. They looked down at me and my captive friends, bound and gagged in our borrowed outfits. Leonora had an evil gleam in her chilly blue eyes. Marion Brooke was also smiling coldly. Lynda’s face bore one of the meanest scowls I have ever seen. It was Leonora that spoke. ‘You are all VERY naughty girls!’ ****** What can I say? This was not good, this was not nice, this was not fair! I remembered Leonora giving out strict instructions as to what the four of us were going to have to suffer in the immediate future. ‘Take them to the safe room. Strip them down to their underwear, tie them up tightly-use plenty of rope, double gag them and blindfold them too. Do it now!’ Leonora’s instructions were carried out to the letter. I lay on my side on the rather narrow bed. I was minus my outer layers of clothing. I had been forced to strip down to my Carine Gilson pastel pink bra and thong and black silk knee socks. My wrists were crossed and bound behind my back. A great deal of tight rope was wrapped about my upper body. My thighs, knees and ankles were also bound. The rubber ball was still trapped in my mouth by a serious amount of tape. I could not move my lips, cheeks or jaws. I was blindfolded with a wide black silk scarf that was tightly tied so it covered my whole face from forehead to chin. Gita, Gina and Lee were on the beds next to me. They were enduring identical discomforts to me. Not one of us could move, see nor speak. We were total captives. The new players in the game had been the ones who had secured us all. Men were involved and I am sure that we had all feared the worst-the very worst. However apart from some minor groping my friends and I stayed unmolested. What can I say? Lucky or what? Lynda came along and visited us a little vengeance. This girl was pissed. She had lost a fight and had been wrapped up like a Christmas present. She was obviously unused to being on the receiving end. Lynda reached inside my frighteningly expensive bra and gave my breasts a good pinching. She also told me that she thought the latter were not up to much. Strange? I had never had any complaints before? My thong offered scant protection as Lynda chose to slap the cheeks of my butt until they turned a shade of red that was satisfactory to her. The back of my thighs got similar treatment. Lynda then moved on and mistreated my bound friends in turn. I heard the slaps and the moans from Gita, Gina and Lee as Lynda did her tour of torment. Finally we were left alone as we heard the door of our prison slam shut. Despite the bindings it was comfortable enough on the bed. With the heavy gag in my mouth I could only breathe through my nose. The silk of the blindfold seemed to cling to my face. I tried not to be sad about things. The tables had been turned on us again. There would be no liberty for us and only bondage to look forward to. Yes, I had to be sad about things. Under the blindfold I started to weep soundlessly, my tears wetting the black silk. ****** I lay bound, gagged and blindfolded. It was uncomfortable and tedious. My friends were suffering just feet away from me but we could do nothing to help each other. The rubber ball inside my mouth totally depressed my tongue and the massed strips of tape covering the lower part of my face made sure that I could not dislodge the thing. Why were mean people always gagging me? I always tried to be polite, witty and honest? There were some people that just did not want me to speak my mind. What can I say? Unfair! In my silent and dark small world of hurt I had no idea of the passage of time. Sporadically I would hear the door open and feel somebody checking my bindings. As I was not pinched or slapped I take it that Lynda was deployed elsewhere in that display case of a house. Some water and a comfort break would have been nice but neither seemed in the offing. I was still prone to short but intense bouts of weeping. These silent tears robbed me of precious body moisture and caused fleeting but chronic bouts of melancholia. I wanted to be free again and that entailed far more than just being not bound and gagged. Though the latter might be a start. Also what about my friends? I longed to see them safe. It was no use. I had to cry again. ****** The door opened and I felt a welcome rush of air. We had visitors and I hoped it was not lethal little Lynda. I was not in the mood for further pain. I felt strong hands on my shoulders. I was pulled up and over so that my bound legs rested over the side of the bed. I was drawn into a sitting position. I knew who was handling me. Leonora was firm but never sadistic. I was now fully picking up her scent. She had a special scent about her. It was almost like she secreted her own unique perfume through the pores on her beautiful skin. It was alluring and exotic not to say very, very sexy. Her fingers undid the knot on the wide band of black silk which masked my whole face. The light hurt my eyes so I tossed my hair forward to shroud them. Leonora sat beside me on the bed and her long and nimble fingers brushed the curtains of hair away from my face. My eyes started to adjust to the bright onslaught. ‘Darling!’ Leonora said to me. ‘You’ve been crying! The blindfold is all wet and your eyes are all puffy!’ She began to take shape in my vision. Mass of red hair, startling blue eyes, cruelly beautiful features. She was smiling. ‘Look at you?’ She cooed. ‘All tied up and upset! Well, you should not be so naughty’. What she after? Given my heavily gagged state I was in no position to ask questions. I lifted my chin up and made some pathetic attempt at sounds that were suitably pleading. I also screwed up my eyes. ‘You want the gag removed?’ I nodded so vigorously I nearly hurt my neck. She smiled and tapped a long finger on my excessively taped lips. ‘Sorry my darling but the gag stays on for now’. I let my shoulders slump for dramatic effect. I was clearly being taught a lesson. ‘You and your friends gave me and my friends quite a battering. Then you tied us all up! You stripped poor Lynda naked too, she is still very angry about that’. What can I say? I had to try to get even. Leonora gently touched my face. ‘You are very lovely you know?’ She told me. ‘You just have the edge over your friend Gita and as you are younger you have more of the girl about you than Gina and Lee’. I was too pale from distress to blush but I sort of liked the compliments. ‘You have fabulous hair,' she said, making me tingle as she ran her fingers through it, 'long, dark and silky and you never confine it-I really like that! I am mad for green eyes and yours are quite flawless and you speak volumes with them. Your face is beautiful rather than pretty. You are tall and have such a lissom body and those legs! You were born to wear short skirts and heels!’ What can I say? Keep it coming! ‘Like my clothes?’ She then asked me. They were familiar. Smart jacket, white top, tight blue jeans and long brown boots. ‘They are the ones you borrowed and I’ve put them on because the scent of you is all over them. It’s nice’. I then looked away from her and cast a gaze that was both helpless and hopeless over my captive friends. Gina lay on the next bed. I saw her long legs in the black stockings and the ropes tightly about them. The captive red head’s only other garment were some very skimpy black panties. She wore no bra and ropes provided the only support for her breasts. Her eyes and mouth were blotted out by layers of black tape. Lee occupied the next berth. The lithe blonde was clad largely in the ropes that bound her. The tiny red thong barely qualified as a garment. I was a thong fan but did not subscribe that something that was already less could be much more. Lee was blindfolded and gagged with the black tape. She had been struggling as her body and hair bore a sheen of perspiration. Then there was Gita. Dear sweet Gita. Her face shrouded by her long dark hair. Magical brown eyes and luscious mouth obscured by a mass of black taping. She slumbered in her bondage. She was clad in a purple bra and panties and some long black socks. The ropes trapped her whole soft frame in a tight web. ‘You are all trussed up with nowhere to go’. Leonora’s voice rang in my ear. ‘Marion wants to sell you all, Lynda wants to get rid of you all and Magda-the hot girl with the big guns-wants to give you all to her boys’. This was scary. I shook my head wildly from side to side and pleaded with my eyes. Damn that gag! ‘But there is a way out for you’ What can I say? I was suddenly very interested! ****** I again lay on my side with my entire face covered by the tear sodden black silk. I was buried very deep in my thoughts. I had been made an offer. Become Leonora’s companion and enjoy the very high life or see dreadful things happen to my friends. I was a prisoner what could I do? I could insist that Leonora let my friends go but what did I have to bargain with? Leonora had me totally in her power, it was clear that I was in no position to make demands. Also what did I have to look forward to? Years of being Leonora’s concubine? I might never be free. I had to think of my three friends and I felt a chill of fear creep through my bound body when I thought of what might happen to them if I was to refuse my captors offer. This was too crazy. I wanted to be free. I wanted to go home. I wanted my friends free of harm. ‘C’mon Sooz, think of something!’ What can I say? I couldn’t. ****** The door opened. I raised my wrapped up head in the direction of the sound of the entry. Was Leonora back for her answer already? I then realised that it was not Leonora in the room and got ready for some torment. Lethal little Lynda was back and she was not alone. I sensed the presence of Marion Brooke. Lynda gripped my shoulders and dug her nails in and pulled me up to a sitting position. She then pinched me on both breasts. I squeaked in pain through the gag. The wide band of black silk covering my face was pulled away and I faced my tormentors. Marion Brooke, blonde, pristine and sinisterly serene. Lynda, pretty and petite with a face masked by pure meanness. ‘Expecting somebody else Ms Kink? Leonora forgets that you are my prisoner and I have plans for you and your friends’. In my tear blurred vision I saw that Lynda had a white gauze pad in her hand. She poured a quantity of liquid onto it from a small vial. ‘Lynda, please do the honours with the chloroform’. Marion Brooke asked her. ‘My pleasure!’ Lynda hissed gleefully and promptly applied the pad to my nose. I made a brief show of fight but the sweet fumes of the narcotic swiftly flooded up into my head and quickly put me under. What can I say? Not again!