## Silent Obedience

Post by Soul_Rebel » Tue Aug 11, 2009 9:17 am

I originally thought of this as a premise for a short story series involving a political 'cu' where train stations all across the east coast are taken over by a revolutionary group. There is the threat of bombs in every station, and all of the hundreds of thousands of people are held hostage until such a moment when all government buildings are vacated, and then frequented with the revolution's new officials. Ltt me know how y'all like the concept/writing.
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It was just another, uninteresting, and unnumbered day. I was riding the subway to work, sipping my morning oil-like-black coffee, and reading the morning journal's business new section. I wasn't paying attention the figures though, as I seemed to scan over the nasdaq, Boeing, bank of Ireland, Lockheed martin- no my real attention was on a few suspicious looking men and women frequenting the compartment. Cheap round slowing (could not say they were "bullet-proof") vests sat subtly beneath their otherwise regular attire. No need to raise the alarm now, I thought; it was inevitably going to happen.
A deep voice crackled over the loudspeaker, "This train has been taken over by a group which does not intend to harm any of you. However," there was a pause, and a barely audible sigh, "there is a bomb on this train. If you do not do exactly as I say, the detonator will be activated." Some women began to sob lightly into their hands. I knew what would come next somehow. I could do little without notice from others, but I slipped my sharp apartment key into my pant waistline, against my spine. "The men and women wearing light armor will be passing a roll of tape, and two zip-ties to every other one of you. Use them to tie and gag the person setting next to you. If any of my comrades feel you are unfit to secure you neighbor well enough, you will also be secured and silenced."
A young, skinny woman with glasses, likely a secretary fresh out of college sat next to me shivering. We looked at each other, in an effort for comfort in such a hapless situation. I moved my glance to the masked woman standing front of me. She said, "take it, you seem like you'd know how to keep this slut quiet!" With that she handed, (kinda pushed into my hands) a big roll of silver duct tape, a hander kerchief, and the two issued zip-ties. Before passing the two of us, she ripped open the poor little woman's dress shirt, exposing her push-up bra, and large, reserved bust. I felt like I identified with the cruel woman at that moment. It was strange, I was ready to do the bidding of this unknown authority, and possibly enjoy it.
My empathy for the abused young secretary wasn't non-existent though. I looked into her eyes once again, trying to comfort her silently, while cable-tying her wrists and ankles. My sadism-identifications though, were expressed, as I popped the cloth into the girl's mouth mid-sentence, "ple-please, can you protect me, can I tru-smmmeppmmph!"
I shushed her, and whispered, "I promise you that I will do everything possible, but now I must seem altogether abusive towards you, I must appear to enjoy doing this to you. Do you understand?" As I smoothed a large strip across her lips, she nodded hesitantly, and nervously mmphed lightly into her gag. I finished up with another two large strips, one from her chin to her mouth, and the other all across her entire upper lip, leaving her nostrils almost touching the tape.
I then man-handled her a little, taunting her with my hand holding her tapped chin, pretending to tighten her wrist ties. Just then one of the men working for the terrorists, or freedom-fighters, or revolutionaries- whatever they preferred to call themselves, approached me, handed me another roll of tape, and spoke agreeably, "I think you've earned this, haha, your gonna need it soon."
Just then the train pulled into the station, and the voice early heard on the loudspeaker enunciated, "Final stop, tiers, get out, we got some more work for you. "Tyees" , you just stay where your at, because well, hahahaha, you can't do much else."
The bound and gagged train passengers didn't seem to share his sense of humor, many grumbled loudly into their gags.
The train doors withdrew, and I stepped into quite a scene, members of the rebel group had already sealed off this tunnel, hundreds of business men, shop girls, and families lay face down against the pavement, ready to be tied I thought, now unsure of weather I was pretending to have sympathies for the terrorist group, or if I was actually trying to join their ranks.
Whips and chains may break my bones, but ropes and gags excite me!
The image in my avatar is the work of Vonnart
"Duct tape makes you smart." - Michael Weston

### Re: Silent Obedience

Post by lasse672000 » Tue Aug 11, 2009 10:21 am

Good start! This could turn out to be very good, or very bad. In the hopes for the first (i.e very good) I wait for the next part!
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Silent Obedience

Post by Soul_Rebel » Thu Aug 20, 2009 9:04 am

She had the most distressed look on her face when I told her to lay on the ground face-first. I wanted to tell her not to worry, but there was no breaking character at this point; I'd be no good to anyone zip-tied and gagged. So I tried to to exaggerate my movements, create the aura of brutality, without harm being actually present. I became the sadistic-girl-tying man I had to be, and soon my second victim was wearing half of the roll of duct tape I had been given. I turned her over, and trying to not look into her eyes, slipped a satin scarf she had been wearing into her mouth. I could no longer avert my vision from this slender and lightly complected woman. I gave her the slightest reassuring wink before slowly placing two strips of tape over the lower half of her mouth.
Breaking eye contact, and standing up over my tightly bound project, I noticed that there were yet several hostages yet to be bound, and set about it. Then, something occurring at the end of the subway, I heard muffled screaming. I made my way inconspicuously across to the place of commotion. Several of the black-clad terrorists were on the tracks, tying what seemed to be a family to the tracks. There was a pair of young girls, now quiet with fear and shock, a beautiful young blonde mother, and a older man which must have been the father.
"You profit from the struggle of the poor working man, you are a slave master, an usurer, and now look where you are!" The man who seemed to be heading the operation finished and grinned. He motioned to a man at the controls of a train about two hundred yards down the track, and the car began rolling, my mind raced as the train began to accelerate. My eyes met a pistol side-holstered on the leader's main bodyguard. The world sped up, things happened too quickly for anyone present to comprehend.
"Order him to stop!" I Screamed into the top gun's ear, jabbing the barrel into the large man's jugular.
The man motioned obediently, and the car screeched to a stop only a couple yards from the first young victim. The two daughters sobbed into the tape and cloth gagging their mouths, but all was fine.
Well fine aside from the fact that a dozen or more highly trained mercenaries now surrounded me with their weapons drawn.
Whips and chains may break my bones, but ropes and gags excite me!
The image in my avatar is the work of Vonnart
"Duct tape makes you smart." - Michael Weston

### Re: Silent Obedience

Post by dreadnaught3200 » Tue Aug 25, 2009 7:01 pm

An entire country of people bound and gagged... Awesome!
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

### Re: Silent Obedience

Post by Soul_Rebel » Mon Aug 31, 2009 5:57 am

The zip-ties came first. They tightened braces around my ankles, thighs, wrists, arms, and even attached my wrists to my thighs in front. I began to try and tell the top dogs their failings, "This isn't going to improve anything, don't you see? You are no more fit to lead than the bastards in power now! The same type of people come into power and nothing changes! You are just another example of hist-oommmphhh!" A dark haired woman with bright blue eyes had knelt down and silenced me. The taste of her scarf was that of a nice body spray fragrance. The tape came also, five or so fine long strips covering the lower half of my face. However, as desolate and defeated as I felt, I couldn't help but notice her look into my eyes and blink, reassuringly, just as I had done moments earlier to the girl I had tied. She did not repeat the gesture, but I was sure she was also attempting to remain untied, so that she would be in a position to help others.
She walked away with a tough grace, dressed in black, a color hiding her true intentions. A gang of the blackshirts mobbed around me and started to spout insults and the like, however, anything but non-reaction would only egg them on, thus I did not struggle or groan. They left me, and set to getting the train back online. Apparently the sudden braking had caused a malfunction. I rolled over in my balled-up posture to observe my fellow captives. There were hundreds-no thousands of us. The sobbing of gagged women and children could be heard, as well as the curses of the balding leader. "What do you mean two hours?! We don't have two hours to get out of here!" The head honcho shouted at his engineers in frustration.
I noticed all too late that a group of the self-proclaimed tough guys had begun to pace my way. They were made up of a few over-built juicers, and a couple women who seemed to have had a rough life so far. One of the hardened middle-aged group members lifted me to a sitting posture by my ear, speaking into it with a malevolent whisper, "we've got plenty of playtime now." They lifted me roughly, and carried my bound figure off to a nearby, abandoned ticket-office. "Let's play a little backyard football with this one," one of the large men called out. They knocked me around, at first only pushing me back and forth to each other, and soon the five bullies were full on striking me with punches, and kicks when I fell to the ground. I thought of better times, attempts to get free would be in vain. I tried to make as little reaction-noise as possible. But my duct tape gag did not hold back everything.
"Mmmph!" the sadistic woman whom had whispered to me earlier had me under her arm, punching me repeatedly in the chest and gut. "I knew we'd have fun!" she exclaimed, clearly enjoying every moment. Two of the larger men began to lose interest, and agreed to go antagonize some of the other hostages. Of the four of us remaining in the room there was one short blonde haired male, whom I now recognized as no more than a teenager of maybe 16 years old, and the two middle-aged women. The sadistic woman said to the boy, "go get more duct tape! We're not done with this one!" He obediently left the room quickly.
The two women continued to strike my chest, and I started to become somewhat numb, my gagged cries became light and less frequent, and my captors noticed. "I know a way to get more noise outta this one! Toss me my purse!" I didn't like the lustful tone in her voice at all. The device the woman pulled out was long and electronic, I needn't describe it further. I began to yell wildly into the gag, and one of the women tried to force my pants down. I wriggled, and made a loud cry, the only thing inspiring the idea of survival was the almost lost fragrance of the mysterious blue-eyed woman's scarf in my mouth.
Yet just as the device from the sadistic terrorist's purse was turned on and moved towards me, I realized that I could not only taste the fragrance, I could smell it growing as well. The door to the room whipped open, the boy from earlier entered. He had the duct tape, but it wasn't on the roll. The boy was wrapped in tape from nearly head to foot. He hopped in and fell over against the far wall. "What the hell?" my torturers said in unison. They said little more as two darts fired, one sticking into each of them. They both fell unconscious to the ground. The dart shooter revealed herself in the light as the blue-eyed brunette from earlier. She approached me slowly, knelt down in front of me and looked in my eyes, stroking my soft black hair. We shared a moment that felt like a year of grace before she looked down on the floor and noticed the vibrating device. She playfully held it up and said, "looks like I broke up the party before the fun started." I mmphed annoyed into my gag. She dropped the dirty toy and set to untying me, "right, I have to get my scarf back, don't I?"
She gently peeled the tape off my mouth, and removed the scarf. "So I see your a bit of party crasher, me too, I assume you wanna work together?" She answered with a smooth rub of her lips against mine, and proceeded to share a wonderful kiss with yours truly. I recalled the precise taste of her lips, this was not our first meeting. I had known this woman once, it had been years though, and only now did I fully remember her.
While chaos ensued outside, we rejoined once again in love's embrace. But it could only last for the moments it would take for her to casually cut me loose. We had sadistic women to tie, and a bloody revolution to stop, yet all seemed fine, I was in her arms.
Whips and chains may break my bones, but ropes and gags excite me!
The image in my avatar is the work of Vonnart
"Duct tape makes you smart." - Michael Weston

### Re: Silent Obedience

Post by ilikebeingtiedup » Sat Jan 30, 2010 8:49 pm

wonderfully epic story. the main character is truly intriguing.