Carmen San Diego (F/m)

Postby Canuck33 » Tue Feb 05, 2013 10:03 am

This is one of few "innocent" stories I've written in a long time. It is based on a fantasy I used to have back when I was 9-11 years old, sorry if you think it's childish or "boring". Rememer this is G-rated stuff. :mrgreen: I'm very busy at this point in my life so I'm just to write the opening:

This story is happening in the spring of 1999. I am in the fifth grade, a little taller than most boys, but otherwise quite delicate looking - a straight mop of blonde hair, round blue eyes, a fat "button" nose and quite skinny. I also wore thick, plastic glasses. I was an adorable little bookworm. I've always been a "nerd" of sorts. I still am, but back then, I was in a class of my own. I read D&D books for fun, played board games, beat everybody else in chess, and watched cartoons (I was too squeamish for violent movies). One of my favourite cartoons was “Where in The World Is Carmen Sandiego?” So in love I was with that show, that I prayed Carmen would be REAL. I even looked a bit like Zack, according to my sister. Unfortunately she didn’t look like Ivy, but it didn’t matter because she already grew out of it. I didn’t care.
Anyways, here’s a warning to everyone who’s reading this: Be careful what you wish for.
One Saturday morning, I woke up at around 7:00 AM. I hardly ever woke up that early on weekends, unless I could send there was something wrong. I always had a “sixth sense” of sorts; don’t ask questions, it’s true. If you didn’t believe me back then, I would’ve told you you’re an idiot (don’t forget I was only ten/eleven years old). So anyways, I tried to go back to bed but couldn’t fall asleep. Something was making me uneasy...
Before long, a woman appeared in my bedroom. She came out of nowhere, probably climbed up the window. But I kept it closed! And even though the door was open (I was afraid of the dark), I was facing it! How could I have missed her? She wore a red overcoat, red hat, and had long, flowing curls of black hair...she looked exactly like Carmen Sandiego!
I let out a sleepy “hmm?” before she ran over to me and shut my mouth with her hand. “Keep quiet, kiddo, and I won’t have to hurt you. I need you to come with me.” She let go.
“Where? Why?” I was asking the obvious questions, but my mind was still in trying to figure out what IN THE WORLD was going on!
“I’ll tell you later. I’m taking you for a long ride, don’t worry I will tell you everything. But I gotta take you now. Not a sound.”
“Are you kidnapping me?!” I asked, my voice going a little high. Carmen’s bright blue-gray eyes blazed ominously. “Quiet, you silly child, while I tie you up.” She pulled out some rope and tied my legs together over my gray sweatpants. It felt pretty tight. She tied me between my ankles and knees and knotted the rope several times. I’ve never been immobilized like this before.
“Cut it out!” I said. My voice kept rising. I was really getting panicky. Then she pulled out a small roll of tape from her red overcoat. “I bet you’re a girly screamer, am I right?” she asked mockingly. “I’m gonna scream so loud I’ll make you deaf for life,” I threatened her. “No, you won’t,” she said and before I could protest, she glued a piece of duct tape to my lips! “Now seriously, be quiet, I’m not going to hurt you, Alexander.” She said reassuringly. My eyes popped when she said my name. “It’s quite chilly outside, isn’t it?” She asked as she looked inside my closet.
“Hmm!!!” I groaned. I didn’t want this stranger (Carmen?) looking through my stuff! I had some pretty awful personal stuff in there...
“Calm down, I just wanna find your winter jacket,” she said. I pointed with my hands to the left, and she found my glowing neon ski jacket. She also took my scarf. “There, put that on, I don’t want you catching a cold.” Surprisingly, I found myself fully co-operating with this lady. Part of me was fully aware I was being kidnapped, but she was being so...tender about it, almost motherly.
“I think it’s only fair I tell you my name. Carmen Sandiego, at your service,” she took a bow. So it was her after all! She tied my hands behind my back with more rope and then grabbed me in a bear hug (she seemed surprisingly strong, but then again I was only a skinny little pre-teen). She pulled herself AND me out my window, and only then did I realize the thick rope that reached all the way to the ground. “Hold tight, kiddo,” she said softly and I did as she said. She crawled down to my lawn, ran to the left end of my house, where a small HELICOPTER was awaiting her, and then placed me in the passenger’s seat. I noticed there was a small case in one of her overcoat’s pockets, it looked expensive, like a case full of diamonds. I suddenly became excited. When she felt we were safe, she ripped the duct tape off my mouth, but she made sure the ropes around my legs and hands were still tight.
“Owww!” I yelled. “Sorry, Alex,” she apologized, “I’m a little hasty right now. We gotta go pronto.”
“Do you know to fly this thing?” I asked in wonder. “Sure I do.” She wasn’t lying. “Come on, let’s get a move on so maybe we can have breakfast before nine.”
I felt myself getting off the ground. Carmen told me not to look down. I looked ahead, admiring the metropolitan city line and the surrounding trees which were still covered in snow. Before long, I felt my eyes closing and I drifted back to sleep.

I definitely want to continue this story, what does everybody think? :)
Last edited by Canuck33 on Sat Feb 16, 2013 5:07 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Carmen San Diego (F/m)

Postby BoundBadBoy » Tue Feb 05, 2013 12:56 pm

I say yes, it doesn't seem half bad. This really was one of your fantasies? Interesting...
I won't struggle, i promise! Just pull that rope down so i can reach it easily.

Re: Carmen San Diego (F/m)

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Feb 05, 2013 12:59 pm

Yes, please!
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Carmen San Diego (F/m)

Postby Canuck33 » Wed Feb 06, 2013 6:57 pm

Thanks guys. BoundBadBoy, yes I used to be obsessed with that show, and I also thought Carmen Sandiego was damn fine, for a cartoon character... :big:
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Carmen San Diego (F/m)

Postby Canuck33 » Fri Feb 08, 2013 3:48 pm

Part 2
“Alex, Alex,” Carmen shook my shoulder gently, what would you like to have for breakfast?”
“Hmm?” I moaned sleepily.
She grew impatient with me. “What do you wanna eat?”
I thought about it for a second. “Pancakes.” I saw her nodding approvingly and drifted back to sleep.

About half an hour later, she woke me up again and told me to move to the back of the helicopter, which was littered with large cardboard boxes and other such (most likely stolen) items.
“Why?” I asked, “This is more comfortable.”
“Because I said so! Don’t ask questions!” She snapped. My movements were clumsy, having my hands and feet tied together. She made me sit on top of a large, flat cardboard box. The walls of the helicopter were cushioned with thick rubberlike material, so I leaned comfortably.
“Do NOT move,” she said sternly and pulled out the duct tape.
“There’s no need for that,” I started saying, but before long, she wrapped another strip of duct tape on my mouth and left.

I have no idea how long I had to stay like that; I just knew I was getting uncomfortable. The tape on my mouth made me feel uneasy. That was before I learned how to remove a tape-gag with my mouth (it’s actually pretty easy, as long as the tape is not wrapped all the way around the head. Luckily, Carmen didn’t get any tape on my hair).

I was never a very patient boy. When I was getting ready to throw a tantrum, I heard the door open and Carmen came in with a large white shopping bag.
“I got you pancakes with fruit and a hot chocolate,” she said. There was the ever-so-slight hint of affection in her voice, but her ice-cold eyes hid it.
“Hmm-mm!” I moan loudly into my gag.
“Oh right, sorry,” she didn’t sound genuinely sorry when she ripped the tape off my face. This time I didn’t yell, but the sting definitely made me wince. She took out what looked like a large English muffin and a coffee and started eating. She looked at me.
“Well, eat your breakfast!”
The food was very appetizing. Having a health-freak mom, I regularly ate fruit every morning, but without the pancakes (there were strawberries, raspberries and blueberries drenched in syrup). Man, they were good pancakes.
“Thanks,” I said to Carmen when I finished.
“Don’t mention it,” she told me to leave the plastic dishes where I was and signaled me back towards the front seat.

This time, I wasn’t gagged (thank God, I was getting sick of it) but Carmen tied my thighs to the seat using more rope, which she reinforced by wrapping duct tape on top.
“Why are you tying me to the chair?” I asked.
“I don’t want you falling from the helicopter, dear,” she said with fake sweetness.
“Liar,” I snarled.
“Do you want me to gag you again?”
I didn’t respond.
“Good, that’s what I thought. Now shut up and enjoy the ride.”

The helicopter was geared into motion, and before long we were up in the air again. The city looked unfamiliar, so I asked Carmen where we were.
“Boston,” she replied.
“BOSTON?!” I repeated, a little louder than I intended. Quickly, I modified my tone, “you have to get me back home, please! My parents are going to freak out when they find out I’m not bed.” I didn’t have my wristwatch, but I assumed it must already be nearly 11 am.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered. You have a story,” she said.
“What story?” I asked.
“I kidnapped you.” She said coldly. I pondered for a second. Wow, this is serious. And it was just like I imagined it happening.

Sorry guys I had to stop due to a busy schedule, I will continue when I get the chance.
Last edited by Canuck33 on Sat Feb 16, 2013 5:05 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.

Re: Carmen San Diego (F/m)

Postby BoundBadBoy » Fri Feb 15, 2013 7:30 am

Thanks for this next part! I'm interested to see what will happen. :?:
I won't struggle, i promise! Just pull that rope down so i can reach it easily.

Re: Carmen San Diego (F/m)

Postby Canuck33 » Sun Mar 10, 2013 5:41 pm

Hi guys, sorry about the long wait, but here's the next installment:




I had to take several minutes to digest what I just heard. Kidnapping was a word I generally only heard on the news, and it generally involved an imposing, middle age creepo and some innocent victim who generally was a girl, occasionally a boy, but very rarely. The idea that I was just kidnapped by a woman, and a young, attractive woman at that, seemed nearly alien to me. And besides, I found myself strangely enjoying the experience. It was...extraordinary, to say the least. Wasn’t a kidnapping supposed to be scary, traumatic?

“You didn’t kidnap me,” I snapped, “You didn’t even have to hit me, and I co-operated with you .”
Carmen looked at me incredulously, like I was a silly puppy. “You only co-operated because you had no other choice, Blondo. I tied your hands and feet together, and even if you were free, there’s no way would’ve escaped me.”
“Yes there is!” I snapped again. “Think you’re better than me because you’re an adult?”
“No, because I’m CARMEN SAN DIEGO, BITCH!” Her voice took a surprisingly ear-splitting pitch as her cold gray eyes gazed straight into mine, inches away from my face. Being a do-gooder, I wasn’t used to adults yelling at me like that. Seeing how I involuntary backed away from her face, Carmen softened her appearance.
“I’ve been spotted,” she said somewhat apologetically, as if she disappointed me by getting caught. “I’m going to be all over the news...again. It’s not the end of the world, but it’s a blow. I don’t like being spotted.
I stared at her and didn’t say anything.
“Were you spotted?” She asked.
“Um, the windows were all covered in newspaper, so, I don’t think anybody saw me,” I responded. For the first time, I saw uncertainty in her eyes.
“Yeah, you’re right,” she said. She nodded in self-assurance. “Well, sit tight and enjoy the ride, we’re almost where I need to be. If you promise not to ask any questions, I won’t gag you.”
I sighed with relief and nodded. The duct tape gag was something I didn’t miss.

After what seemed like an hour later, we land safely on top of the roof of a short building. Since I’m still tied up to the passenger’s chair, and the only window in front of me is still covered in newspaper, I have no idea where we just land.
“Um, Carmen?”
“Yes, Chicken Pie?” She responded. I started to get really bothered by this random and slightly-offensive nickname. How in the world is “Chicken Pie” considered a term of endearment?
But I didn’t bring it up yet. Carmen could be having a bad day.
“Where...exactly...are we?”
“Oh, Boston Museum of Fine Arts, baby,” she responded as if we were going on a walk in the park.
“BOSTON?” I yelled, a little too loud for her taste, probably. “Sheesh I don’t even have my passport!”
Carmen chuckled, “you won’t need it, you’re my captive, remember?” She said. “Anyways, you must be getting uncomfortable, let me get you out of there,” and she untied me from the back seat. I thanked her for it.

She wasn’t going to let me go anywhere, of course. Carmen told me to lie down on the floor and stretch my limbs. I was still wearing my winter jacket, and it was getting a little hot, but I insisted on wearing it because I wasn’t wearing a sweater, just my white t-shirt that I think I slept with for the last four or five nights in a row. And my gray sweatpants.
“You might want to take off your jacket, otherwise you’re going to get very uncomfortable and hot with my next tie-up,” Carmen said. I took off my winter jacket and threw it on the chair. She gave me two orange, rubbery looking wristbands and told me to wear them, and then I let her re-tie my hands behind my back.
“Lay down on your side,” she said. I complied.
I felt my legs being tied together, similar to the manner she tied them when I was taken from my bedroom, except she used twice as much rope this time. I realized my hands are being pulled towards my legs. I wasn’t sure why, so I turned my head to look. I’ve never been tied up like that, so I had no idea what was happening.
“This is called a hogtie,” she explained like it was a science lesson, “I’m going to tie your hands to your feet so you can’t get up. Well, not without a struggle that will exert a significant amount of physical effort, which I’m sure you don’t have.”
“That sounds...scary,” I stuttered. “Do you really have to do that?”
“She shrugged, “hey, anything is better than having to sit for hours without moving. At least now you’ll be able to wiggle, since I’m not going to tie you very tightly.” She lied; this hogtie felt extremely tight on my legs. Thankfully, the weird looking rubber wristbands made sure I wouldn't get ropeburns.
“If you shut up, I promise not to gag you," she said with her now signature villainess smile.
I looked at her silently. She took the duct tape role, and taped all my fingers together, but she didn’t gag me. Thank God she didn’t gag me again.
“Good boy!” She said in fake enthusiasm. “Now I’m gonna go rob myself some originals by Manet and Degas and if I have time, I’ll get you something too, dear!” I was about to say I didn’t care for stolen artwork, but I didn’t want to risk being gagged again. Instead, I responded by slithering around the floor like a sloth. I actually felt like one too, after eating those delicious pancakes. My mom was right about sugar.

Carmen covered all the helicopter windows with newspaper again, and when she was sure I could not be spotted (and I promised her again that I wouldn’t make noise), she left me inside the helicopter, all alone.

For the first time since being snatched from home, I started feeling scared. Being grabbed out of bed and carried out my second-story window wasn’t nearly as frightening as being left all alone in this damn helicopter. Carmen was right when she told me to take off the jacket; she left the heating on, since it was still cold outside, and all the writhing and crawling about made me work a little sweat. The duct tape wrapped over my fingers made it impossible to remove that hogtie, which in my opinion was pretty tight, almost uncomfortably so. I was glad I could still move my to toes and my head, and that I could turn unto my back and look at the helicopter ceiling. That was the extent of my freedom, though. I looked at the duct tape roll and started thinking about the many different ways she could’ve tied me up...when suddenly I hear shouting in the distances.

I thought I heard the words “this is Boston City Police!” and “Lady Stop!” Both phrases were yelled by a firm, deep man's voice, which sounded very much like a cop. But we were on top of the museum roof, could they have followed her that far? Even worse, did Carmen get caught???
And that’s when I started screaming back. “HELP!!! HELP!!!” I don’t know what I did, because part of me didn’t want Carmen to get in trouble. But still, I needed to be back home otherwise my mom was going to FREAK OUT...I didn’t want to imagine her reaction when she found out about this...adventure.
“HELP I’M IN HERE!” I screeched again when the passenger’s door opened and Carmen jumped in.
“Crap! Alex baby we have to get out of here,” she gasped, out of breath.
“She has a captive inside!” I heard the same cop yelling about.
“Ah DAMN IT! They spotted you!” Carmen hit her fist against the board. “Why did you scream??? Why???” She looked at me, genuinely upset.
“I’m so sorry, I...am sorry,” I stuttered.
But that didn’t seem to sit well with her. “I will deal with you later, child,” she said coldly and prepared for liftoff. Still hogtied and crawling on the floor, I felt the helicopter lifting onto the air again, and several indistinct voices yelling behind us. Carmen didn’t say anything, and seeing how worried she looked, I was too frightened to even open my mouth. We must have been flying for about half an hour without a single word. I noticed Carmen was actually breathing heavily. A thousand thoughts were passing through my head, one of them being whether Carmen has accomplished her mission, or whether this near “bust” was actually fake. Maybe this entire kidnapping was fake. A belated April Fool’s joke. I was waiting for the punchline, when Carmen finally turned to face me and said:
“Tonight, Alex, you’re going to be on the news. Congrats kiddo, you’re a celebrity.”

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

Re: Carmen San Diego (F/m)

Postby BoundBadBoy » Wed Mar 13, 2013 6:54 am

I'm excited to see why he'll be famous! Nice continueation, and as alway, am looking forward to the next part!
I won't struggle, i promise! Just pull that rope down so i can reach it easily.

Re: Carmen San Diego (F/m)

Postby Canuck33 » Sat Sep 14, 2013 6:29 am

Part 4

After a very long hiatus, I just decided to complete this story. Please feel free to comment and give feedback.

As I felt the helicopter engine coming to life, the cops' angry, frantic shouts became more distant. Surprisingly, they haven't fired any shots. Probably because they knew Carmen had me as a hostage, I thought. Were they able to identify me? I wasn't blindfolded or gagged (thankfully). We were moving off the museum roof and back onto the Boston afternoon skies.
''I am very disappointed in you, Alex,'' Carmen said in a tone that legitimately made me feel bad. I was the kind of exemplary kid that didn't like to disappoint adults, even if they were armed criminals.
''I'm sorry,'' I mumbled. Being hogtied on the floor, I found it difficult to speak loudly enough to project over the sound of the engines. ''I don't know why I did that, I guess it was an instinct...''
''Yes, I know Alex, you're in trouble, you see a cop and then you immediately start screeching for help like a little valley girl drowning in the shallow end,'' she sounded impatient. Then she sighed; ''it's okay, I forgive you. Just don't mess up again, we're in deep trouble as it is.''
''Is that why you said I'm going to be a celebrity?'' I asked naively. ''Yes, chicken pie,'' she said with a mocking snarl, ''your picture is going to be all over the two o'clock news.''

Needless to say, that afternoon, a breaking news feed featured me, a ''Caucasian boy of eleven years, blonde hair, blue eyes, pale complexion, wearing a white t shirt, gray sweatpants and no shoes.'' My disappearance collided with a vicious one-person attack on the Boston museum, which led most detectives to believe the kidnapping and robbery were related. Most surprisingly, the news feed offered no information on the robber other than thst he or she was wearing a red cape-like raincoat, big hat and black boots. Despite the fact this mysterious robber was dressed like a woman (and was, IN FACT, a woman), the security guards refused to state the robber's gender, most likely to avoid being ridiculed. One particular witness noted that the robber was a hulking crossdresser.

Meanwhile, my family was probably getting extremely worried about me. I'm assuming my mother probably yelled at the police constables about being useless and unprofessional, despite the fact they had no way of stopping the kidnapping. Nobody could stop Carmen Sandiego.

We didn't stop for lunch. Instead, Carmen and I shared a large sesame bar. It wasn't enough, as I had a ridiculous appetite, but Carmen mentioned repeatedly it was too dangerous to land right now, so I didn't bother her. I still didn't know what she robbed. Later, I found out that a box of rare Victorian-era diamonds, a gold crown and some pure bars of gold have been stolen. With all the money they're worth, Carmen could definitely settle down in a nice mansion and quit her criminal life, I thought. I had a lot of time to think, we were just flying for hours and Carmen wasn't being very talkative. I imagined she was still mad at me. I was still hogtied the entire time, but eventually I managed to loosen the rope around my legs. However, since my hands were so tightly bound, and reinforced with duct tape, I couldn't get too much movement. It's not like I was trying to hard, because even if somehow managed to untie myself (which in retrospect, was definitely possible with the right effort) I was at least several thousand feet off the ground.

Eventually, I felt the helicopter gradually dropping its elevation. We were finally stopping! ''Where are we?'' I chipped.
''Hey Kid, I'm gonna let you off. I think I shook the police off, and I don't need you anymore. You can go back to your normal life.''
''Jjjjjjust like that?'' I stammered. This kidnapping didn't even last a whole day. I was feeling genuinely dissapointed.
''Alex, I'm not a child-snatcher. You need to go back to your parents. I'll drop you off at the park that's right by your house.'' I knew which park she talked about.
Expertly, Carmen landed on top of a hill with little vegetation other than some low shrubs. When the helicopter came to a halt, she grabbed a pair of scissors from one of the compartments and cut off the tape and rope binding my hands in two swift motions.
''You have about ten seconds before I'm heading out. Go!'' The helicopter door opened. It was still bright outside, a little chilly. She grabbed my coat and scarf and threw them towards me.
Reluctantly, I put those on and stepped of the helicopter. As soon as I was safely out of the way, Carmen slammed the door down and flew away, before any local police could spot her. Man, how did those cops manage to miss her every time?
As her little black helicopter disappeared in the twilight sky, I looked out into the horizon and wondered what was the meaning behind my kidnapping and forced custody. I wondered if Carmen worked for anybody, a high-level evil boss in a power suit, or if she robbed museums for her own gain. Then I started making my way back home before my parents were going to get even more worried.


THE END

If you guys have any suggestions or editing you would like me to do, please tell. Feedback is more than welcome.
Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.