PART 2 – Needless to say, George gets kidnapped by the vampires. Oops, did I spoil the story? Oh well, keep on reading if you wish.
“Do it! Do it George!” Screamed the students in the audience; oh well, I’m not going to spoil the show, thought George. He stepped inside the blue satin sack and allowed Caitlinette to pull his hands behind his back. She locked the handcuffs. They felt surprisingly tight, almost uncomfortable.
“I hope they don’t hurt too much, darling,” she whispered in his ear. Unthinkingly, George replied: “Please let me go, I don’t wanna do this,” to which Caitlinette didn’t reply, she merely grinned at him sinisterly. George opened his mouth to plead again, but she shut him in midsentence by sticking a piece of bondage tape over his lips, silencing him.
“Hmmmm!” George screamed. It wasn’t scripted. The audience was still amused, even when the second piece of tape was wrapped over his eyes, blindfolding him, there was still genuine laughter from every side of the auditorium.
“It seems that our hero is a little helpless now,” announced Alozjy mockingly. Caitlinette felt the front pouch of his tight boxer shorts, and squeezed it! “HMMM!” George couldn’t believe the humiliation. Worst of all, the girls in the audience were now getting hysterical. “So...yummy...” he heard his captor whisper. Bitch! Thought George; I’m going to take you down in court for sexual molestation. Caitlinette responded by tightening her grip on his crotch and rubbing it. She released her hold when Alozjy bagged the helpless captive, closed the satin sack over his head and tied it off. Damn, it’s really hard to breathe, thought George. The sack looked much smaller from the inside, the delicate satiny fabric nearly clinging to his skin.
“Alright, let’s see if George can get out in time,” George heard Alozjy’s penetrating voice; “let’s be fair though, I think we should give him twenty seconds, is that okay? Twenty seconds?” Alozjy waited for a collective affirmation from the crowd, and then lifted the curtain over the bound victim, while Caitlinette cinched the top tightly.
“Twenty, nineteenth, eighteen...” George was frantically fighting against his handcuffs, moaning through his gag the entire time, but nothing happened. He couldn’t see what he was doing because of the tape that covered his eyes. He was already getting sweaty as the stale air inside the sack was very hot.
“Three, two, one, zero!” The countdown ended, with no escape. “Alright, let’s see if George managed to evade his capture,” said Alozjy and lowered the curtain. George was still tied tightly inside the satin sack, concealed, but clearly gagged since he kept making “hmppp!” sounds, and now struggling frantically. The audience was laughing, mocking him at his misfortune, his helplessness. “Aww, what a pity, Georgie Boy couldn’t get out. Well, unfortunately we’re out of time, so I guess we’ll just have to take him home, what do you say, Caitlin?”
“I think that’s a great idea, darling,” Caitlinette whispered into the microphone, “will you help me grab him?”
“Of course, babe,” said Alozjy; George weighed a solid 160 pounds of pure muscle, but Alozjy was surprisingly strong. Still, he didn’t lift George off the floor, merely dragged him forcefully.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for watching our show, we hope you enjoyed our acts, Caitlinette and I will be around campus next weekend, you can find out more on the campus website. Until next time, have a good night!” The audience cheered loudly, clearly content, and clearly ignorant of George, still helplessly bound inside the silk sack. They didn’t know where the magicians were taking him, none they seemed to care that he was getting kidnapped!
As soon as the curtain dropped, Alozjy and Caitlinette grabbed George inside the sack and lifted him off the ground. They were flying! They were definitely off the ground. George couldn’t tell exactly because he was still blindfolded and completely disoriented.
“Let’s go, my dear moonlight,” Alozjy said to Caitlinette, “through the large window in the hall leading to the green room. I left it open on purpose.”
“Yes, love. We must head out quick, before anyone can see us,” Caitlinette replied seductively. They grabbed George between them and escaped with their captive through the window. George was too shocked and confused to react, and even if he wasn’t, he couldn’t say anything audible because he was gagged. ‘Please don’t drop me,’ he kept praying as he felt the cold night air seeping through the fabric. George wasn’t particularly fond of heights, and he could feel himself getting higher and higher. They must’ve been at least a hundred feet in the air! At least he couldn’t see anything. At this moment, George managed to make the connection. Caitlinette’s pale white skin, the seemingly normal magic tricks which are merely a cover for REAL powers, he also remembered that Alozjy had unusual looking teeth. They were a little sharper than normal. Alozjy wasn’t a normal person by any means, yet nonetheless, could this be a...vampire couple? That’s impossible, thought George. But they were flying. Flying! Oh dear God! George started panicking again, but he told himself that any jerky motion could lead the couple to drop him to his demise. Silently, George endured the rest of the flight.
They landed in a dark, naturally moist location, probably a cave. The duct tape sealing the sack was removed, the top unknotted and George was released. The tape blindfold was removed somewhat painfully, but the gag remained. George realized how cold he felt, being clad merely in those Lycra boxer-shorts. His hands were still bound, so he couldn’t warm himself up.
“Aww, look, our little boy is cold, how cute!” mocked Alozjy. George was around Alozjy’s height, about 30 pounds heavier and considerably brawnier, but of course, he did not possess vampiric magic powers. Alozjy pulled George back inside the silk sack, leaving his head outside this time, and tied it around his shoulders to keep him warm. He also threw a woolen blanket over him, to which George would be grateful.
“Hmppff,” George moaned softly, as he was already very tired. The flight seemed strangely exhausting. Even Caitlinette seemed weary.
“You know something, Georgie Boy,” Alozjy began. “We vampires aren’t bothered by the cold. We’re don’t get sick, never get hypothermia, never have to worry about leaving the house with our jacket on,” Alozjy trailed off and let his girlfriend finish. “We also don’t have to worry about get old and weak. We’ll always be beautiful. While you, mere mortal, one day your muscles will lose their elasticity and begin to shrink. Your hair will thin out, your skin will sag, and even your balls will shrivel up. And having touched your balls, I can honestly say that would be a damn shame...”
“Caitlinette, that’s enough,” Alozjy cut her off, annoyed. George felt the chill blowing out through his nostril. Wherever they were, the air was getting really cold, and he was still shirtless. “Not that you really have a choice, considering your, um, current situation, George. If we really wanted to turn you into one of us, we will. Like the doctor said, this won’t hurt one bit. It will be like a sharp hickie that never goes away,” Alozjy chuckled at his own joke. “I think it would be a shame to let such a fine specimen of manhood decay with age. Wouldn’t you want to always be young, beautiful, with all the girls...and all the boys you ever wanted?”
“Hmmpff...”
“Oh I’m sorry, that was a rhetorical question. Anyways, Caitlin and I have some unfinished vampire business to attend to. We’ll have to leave you here for about...two hours, max? Don’t worry, we won’t be tardy. Meanwhile, think about this whole vampire business, I think you’re going to like it,” Alozjy waved goodbye.
“Hmppfff!” George moaned, as in “don’t leave me like this.”
“One more peep, and your head goes inside the bag again,” warned Alozjy. George stopped immediately. It was far too claustrophobic inside, total silence was better than total helplessness.
“That’s what I thought. Okay, we’re off now, and meanwhile, think about it as I’m going to give you the choice I never had!”
TO BE.... CONTINUED?

Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.