Terrorist preperations (mm)

Postby LikesItTight » Thu May 05, 2011 7:57 pm

Fair warning, there is some mild swearing in this. You have been warned.

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PART 1:

Time: 10:36
Date: Thursday, 06 May 2011
Location: A farmhouse on the border of Houghton-Le-Spring and Durham



THE PHONE CALL

“Yo! Dee! Where the fuck are you man? I’ve been waiting around for half an hour,” I told down the phone, kind of annoyed.
“Dude, don’t worry. We got caught in accident traffic on the A19 but we’re almost there,” Dee replied reassuringly.
“Alright then man. I guess I’ll see you soon then” I said, smiling slightly.
“Yeah, we’re about five minutes away so see you” he said.
“Okay man, see you” and with that said I hung up the phone.

I put my mobile down on the kitchen table and picked up some rope. I twiddled it with my thumbs for a few minutes while I waited. But that got boring, so I switched to spinning a set of hand cuffs around on my finger. Within minutes I could hear the rumbling of the diesel engine from Dees mums Audi A4 approaching the farm house along the dirt track. I looked out of the window and could see the silver car approaching slowly, gathering a bit of dust behind it.

I threw the handcuffs to the side, put on some shoes and a pair of shades to block out the brightness of the sun. As I opened the door it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, the reflection from it shining on the car didn’t help. The door opened and out stepped my good buddy Dee. (Details: Age: 16 Height: 6”00 Build: Average/Athletic Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde) We greeted each other with our usual hug, a signature greeting between me and my friends. His mum drove off and we waited till she was nothing more than a speck in the distance.

THE ARRIVAL

We entered the house and I took the time to ‘admire’ Dees attire, he was wearing a light blue v-neck t-shirt, white three, quarter length shorts and some white plimsols. He was clearly dressed for the country. “Dude, seriously, what the fuck are you wearing?” I asked looking him up and down.
“What? Is this not appropriate?” Dee asked me innocently.
“Well, those are some nice clothes, we don’t want them getting ruined. Not really for getting dirty out here in the countryside” I told him. He looked into his bag, but he had nothing for that sort of thing. I sighed deeply “Don’t worry, we’re the same size, you can lend something of mine”

I took him up stairs and let him loose in my casual country wear wardrobe. Immediately he picked out a plaid t-shirt, some jeans with a few rips in them and a pair of airwalks (I know, not really country shoes but have to have a bit of style) He began to change into those clothes while I stood in the doorway.

“Do you mind not watching me undress?” he asked as he pulled his shirt off over his head.
“My house, I look where I like” I replied with a smirk on my face.
He glared at me, but it didn’t stop him continuing. Within seconds he had completely finished changing and began querying what we were going to do. So I gave him my honest answer.
“Well, the country is currently under nuclear threat because Bin Laden was killed, so we have to be prepared incase we end up in a FallOut like situation or the terrorist decide to kidnap us, torture us, or hold us hostage. We always have to be prepared” I told him.
“Ah, Hostages? Kidnapped? That explains the handcuffs on the floor in the kitchen.” He said, smirking. “So what do we do?” He asked eagerly.
“Well, we’re going to start by going into the old barn and then we shall commence.” I answered.

THE HOSTAGE SITUATION

He quickly slipped the shoes onto his feet and started walking; I followed after him till we got outside then I opened the big barn door to let him see what was inside. I could tell from his facial expression what was eager turned to a small level of fear. He stepped into the barn and looked around, marveled by the amount of places and ways in there to be held captive.

“So, what do you want to do first?” I asked casually.
“Where can I even begin? I don’t know what does what,” Dee replied cautiously.
“Well just point somewhere and we’ll take it from there” I instructed.

He slowly raised his arm, pointed his finger and moved it into the direction of a cage in the corner of the barn near our old pick-up truck. (Note: I have a cage because it used to be used for our border collies while they were moving around as they were restless. It’s also big enough to fit 3 fully grown dogs in it, and fit’s into the back of a Land Rover Discovery II when the seats are down, so you can grasp the size) He thought he was playing it safe, getting locked in a cage, but he was wrong. I walked him over to it and instructed him to lie down on his stomach which he did so without any objections. From the bed of the pick-up I got my specially modified handcuffs/leg irons (I welded the chains together so it was a 4 way lock for wrists and ankles) and shackled his wrists behind his back, bent his knees and moved his ankles accordingly so he was in a hog tie position, but with chains. I next took a normal pair of steel handcuffs and locked one ratchet in place on the 4 way chain and then lifted them up to the bars of the cage and looped it then secured the second ratchet in the same place as the first one. This had Dee slightly suspended causing a little strain on his arms, but he’s a big boy, he can handle it. My next job was to shut him up, nothing worse than a nagging captive. So I went back into the truck and pulled out a scarf, I put it in his mouth and used it as a cleave gag. Still trying to simulate terrorist situations. I doubt Al-Qaida use duct tape or ball gags.

Dee spent a lot of time wriggling and squirming trying to get himself free (his first time as a captive bless him) but it was useless. I was moving stuff around, going backwards and forwards, but everywhere I went his head followed as far as his neck would allow it to turn. It was a little creepy. So I had to do something about it. Solution, a blindfold. I found an old bandana so I opened the cage and wrapped it around his head covering his eyes.

I left him while I worked on replacing the electronics in my winch on the pick-up as I had an idea. It only took 25 minutes so I built a ramp going up to the trucks bed. With that done, I used the winch to haul the cage onto the bed of the truck. But by now Dee seemed lifeless.
“Dee? Buddy? You wanna be free?” I asked.
He gave a gentle nod, didn’t even try to speak. So I immediately got him loose from his bounds and made him able to see and speak again.
“You son of a bitch. I better be allowed to get you back for this later on” he sniggered.
“Don’t worry you’ll get your chance, but we aren’t done here yet” I told him.

I tore a sleeve off him and told him to take off his shoes. While he did that I ruffled his hair a bit, and wiped my oil covered hands on his cheeks so he looked a little bit dirty. (Adorable if I may so myself) I threw his shoes into the trucks cab and closed up the cage with him still in it.

“What are you doing?” He asked.
“We’re going to go for a little drive, that’s all”


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Right, glad I got that over with. An introduction building up to later events. It's a little long, but I'm a writer, I try to include detail as best as I can. And it takes too long to right each peice so I'll upload them in parts. Hope you guys enjoy.
I use the term "I'm a little tied up right now" to a literal extent.

Re: Terrorist preperations (mm)

Postby starduster » Fri May 06, 2011 7:28 am

good start! :)

Re: Terrorist preperations (mm)

Postby xtc » Fri May 06, 2011 8:23 am

Good start, canny lad. Any writing in the English language is always wecome.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Terrorist preperations (mm)

Postby LikesItTight » Tue May 10, 2011 2:52 pm

Right, thanks for the comments. Here's the second part of this. Managed to quickly write it up in a bit of spare time.

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THE DRIVE

“What are you doing?” He asked.
“We’re going to go for a little drive, that’s all”

The land is privately owned with many acres. As I’ve stated in a previous story there are different buildings scattered about the land. I was planning on driving to the tractor garage on the other side of the farm, which is along a very, very bumpy road.

I got in the truck and started speeding along the dirt road. Dee was clearly not enjoying the ride in his cage. It was secured down, but he wasn’t. He was flying all over it. Every now and then I’d slam the brakes and he’d fly forward. He wasn’t being given an easy day I’ll say that much.

“I’m going to kill you as soon as I get out of here.” Dee shouted to me in a frustrated tone.
“You couldn’t do it even if you wanted to,” I joked.

I’d make sharp turns and hit the brakes suddenly on purpose just to annoy him. But it was only around 4 minutes drive. I felt sorry for him when I pulled up to the building and turned to him. Sitting calmly, panting with his legs crossed in the cage. I got out of the truck and walked around to let him out of the cage. Dee stumbled slightly when his bare feet touched the dirt, so I held him up until he had collected himself.

“Are you alright Dee?” I ask worryingly.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just got a little bit of adrenaline running through me,” he replied.
“If you want to stop this nonsense and go back and just play some Xbox then that’s fine”
“Nah, I think I can last a little bit longer.”

THE SHOOTING

He looked as if he’d just been through hell. His hair more messed than my little ruffle, dust smothered his face along with the smudged oil, his clothes (my clothes) were all tattered and filthy and he had gathered a few bruises. The fact that he still smiled at me whenever he looked at me was shocking. It wasn’t like an evil smirk like he was plotting revenge and imagining terrible things in his head, it was a genuine smile. I have to give him his dues he’s a tough kid that’s for sure.

“So, you gonna kill me now?” I teased.
“Well I’d say yes, but I’m really worried that you aren’t quite finished yet.” He said sarcastically.
“Got that right, I must know though, how did you feel being properly bound for the first time?”
“It was, weird. At first the strain on my arms was a little bit annoying. And all the struggling I did just made it worse, so I stopped and watched what you were doing, till you blindfolded me, Bitch, and then it was like, woah? What’s going on? I can hear him, but what’s he doing. So it was a little scary.” Dee told me truthfully.
I just smirked and handed him the compliment I’m sure he wasn’t expecting. “Well, you’ve been my best captive so far.”

Before he had the chance to reply I dragged him to the side, pulled his arms behind his back and bound them together with cable ties. I also put the gag from before back in his mouth and tied it firmly.

“Follow me” I instructed and began walking to the garage. “You know what I keep in here right? If you do, then you can guess what’s coming next.”

I turned to him as I opened the door and his eyes were wide open. He did know too well what was kept in the tractor garage. My paintball guns and ammo for them. I dragged him over to a wall and latched the cable tied onto a hook that was jutting out. He tried to get his wrists off it, but he couldn’t see it to work his way around it. While I got my gun ready he continued to try and figure out the hook, but had very little luck.

With everything prepared I place the gun on the floor and walked over to him. I rolled up his jeans while telling him “This is going to hurt. Tell me if you want to stop.” I removed the gag so he was free to talk.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure I can take a few paint pellets” he said as I walked back to my position.

I was making sure to aim nowhere near his face; it was mostly the lower part of the body excluding the crotch region. He was cowering, but he’d tensed up his body and staying strong.

I shot him with a full canister. Once it was emptied I stopped shooting and inspected my work. A few hefty bruises but nothing he wasn’t used to from going paintballing without padding as we usually do. While I looked him over I realised that the cable ties had came off the hook that was keeping him in position. When he’d gotten it off I don’t know, but I was impressed at the thought that he was just accepting the pain.

I cut off the cable ties and let him relax for a while. His wrists were glowing red from how tight the cable ties had been. I hadn’t realised when I tied them, so they must have gotten tighter while I was shooting him.

“Do you want to stop now?” I asked him as I was beyond feeling sorry for him at this point. He had put up with everything with no complaints.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind a break. We can pick it up later though,” he replied.

So we left it at that and went to play some XBOX. Until later that night.
I use the term "I'm a little tied up right now" to a literal extent.

Re: Terrorist preperations (mm)

Postby sarwrductan » Thu May 12, 2011 10:04 am

Oh boy Oh boy what happened next?
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