Hostage

Back in the summer of 1979 I was just out of high school. I was young and very restless and wanted to see the world. I took a job as a carnival worker for about five months, which gave me the opportunity to travel from one coast to the other. If I didn't get to see the world, at least I would get to see this country. After returning to the East Coast, I settled in with a friend of mine in a trailer he owned and bought a motorcycle. Settled in is probably a poor choice of words. I was anything but settled. The crowd I started hanging around with were a bunch of hard partying street toughs whose only goals seemed to be to get high and get laid. At the time I seemed to fit right in. The only thing we all had in common was we were all very young and very restless.

My friend Roger who owned the trailer was not really a bad guy. He just seemed to know every bad guy in town. One of his associates was a guy named Jeff. Jeff was one of those guys who had more tattoos than teeth. He no doubt spent a good portion of his life locked up. Perhaps that was a good thing. Jeff had a huge attitude problem and his attitude seemed to enter the room about five minutes before him. He was only about two years older than me, but seemed to be so much worldlier in many ways, at least I thought so at the time. For some reason or another he took an almost immediate liking to me and we became buddies. This was certainly not something that could be viewed as a good career move on my part, but it seemed like the thing to do in the mind of one eighteen-year-old guy. Besides, women seemed to love him and he always seemed to have girls around. That was something I never quite figured out.

As the seventies came to a close, the three of us, Roger, Jeff and myself became somewhat inseparable. Three young men out of control would be an accurate description. At this time, I was a young man trying to find myself and was somewhat captivated by the seemingly worldly Jeff and his effect on women. Jeff was into things like drugs, Cocaine being his favorite. Since Roger and I were hanging out with him so often, we soon followed suit. This was the late seventies, after all. This resulted in three young men getting very high and very broke. We always seemed to be looking for money any way we could. Roger was the only one of us who had a steady job but his generosity had a definite limit. Jeff was way too cool for work and I was hoping to hang out on what I had saved from my carnie days until I went off to school the following year.

As the seventies turned into the eighties Jeff's habits only seemed to escalate. Roger and I were right there with him, though not as bad. In order to bring in badly needed cash, Jeff turned to petty theft. This was something he was not unfamiliar with, but it was new to us. I have to say, I was a bit of a bad boy growing up but was never in a whole lot of trouble. In other words, I had never been locked up. I was Jeff's partner in crime, literally. I have to admit I got a certain thrill from our relatively minor crimes, and like I said, we needed the money. It seemed though, that no matter what we stole and fenced, it was never enough. The money never lasted more than a few days. Having three people with a growing coke habit didn't help the situation. I knew Jeff would come up with something, he always did. So, I guess what he came up with should not have surprised me in the least.

It was a Tuesday night if I recall. The three of us were sitting in the smallish kitchen of Roger's trailer listening to 'Whos Next' on the stereo. Jeff spoke in a very serious tone.

"Let's rob a bank." He said frankly.

Roger and I glanced at each other in disbelief. Don't they give time for that sort of thing, I thought? I could tell by Jeff's expression that he was dead serious.

"I've been thinking about this." He started, "It's our only way out."

He then picked up a brown paper bag from in the corner. He pulled out the contents one by one and laid them on the table. In the bag were two handguns. Each landed on the wooden kitchen table with a resounding thud. I could see the steel barrels glisten under the light of the bare bulb over the table as 'Won't Get Fooled Again' played in the background.

I picked up one of the guns. It was a 38-caliber revolver. It felt heavy in my hand. I gripped the wooden handle and pointed the gun towards the door. Jeff let out a chuckle as Roger just looked on as if in a trance. The gun felt good, real good.

"What do you say Kid?" Jeff was staring at me with one of his famous stares that seemed to go right through you.

I hesitated for a moment. Then I took a deep breath.

"I'm in." The words just sort of came out of my mouth like someone else spoke them for me.

Roger just stared at me. I can't imagine what was going through his mind. Then again maybe I can.

"You?" Jeff asked.

"Yea, I'm in too." Roger said rather feebly.

The next couple of days we spent planning our heist. It was decided we would do this Friday morning. The bank would have extra cash on hand to handle the large number of people there to cash their paychecks. Roger would drive the getaway car. Jeff and myself would do the actual robbery. We chose a local bank that was near a major road so we would be able to exit the area swiftly. That time of the day should not be bad traffic wise.

That Thursday night, Jeff slept over in the trailer with Roger and myself. The reasoning was it would be easier for us to get going in the morning, but I think he did not want Roger and I talking to each other about it too much. After all, we might change our minds. We spent most of the evening drinking beer and playing cards. There was really not much conversation about it, all things considered. It was almost hard to believe we were three guys who would be bank robbers the next morning.

We went to bed that night, but not to sleep. I know I could barely sleep. I'm sure Roger felt the same.

The next morning finally arrived. I was tired but woke up fast when Jeff handed me my gun and ski mask. We all piled into Jeff's old green Chevelle. Roger was at the wheel. I was extremely nervous as I fingered the handle on the 38, which I had put inside the ski mask. Nervous but excited like never before.

We arrived at the bank and my heart was racing a mile a minute. I could feel the surge of adrenaline flowing through my veins. Jeff told Roger one last time to circle the block once and then wait in front of the bank with the engine idling. Jeff and I then stepped out of the car. As soon as we closed the car doors we put on our ski masks and ran inside the bank.

"Don't anyone move. This is a stick-up!" Jeff shouted loudly.

There was a murmur in the crowd. I could see the guard was an older gentleman who was barely awake in the corner.

Jeff started giving directions to the customers, ordering people here and there. All of a sudden the alarm went off.

"Fuck!" Jeff shouted.

The old security guard pointed his gun in Jeff's direction.

"Don't you move, Kid. I sounded the alarm. The police will be here any minute." He said sternly.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Jeff said loudly.

All of a sudden Jeff grabbed a nearby customer and held her in front of him. She was a pretty girl in her thirties with short blonde hair. He then pointed the gun at her head. I instinctively found another young woman, a black haired beauty in her early twenties and did the same thing.

"Now what?" I asked Jeff.

"We just have to get the fuck out of here." He answered.

Jeff backed out slowly towards the exit with his gun held to the head of his captive the whole time. Again, I repeated Jeff's actions. The guard had his gun pointed in our direction the whole time as the alarm blared in the background.

We got outside just as Roger rounded the corner. We quickly opened the back door of the Chevelle and pushed the girls in the back seat with us.

"What the fuck happened?" Roger asked.

"Just get the fuck out of here." Jeff shouted.

"You're not going to hurt us?" One of the girls asked almost tearfully.

"Shut the fuck up!" Jeff shouted.

"Did you get the money?" Roger asked.

"Fuck!" Was all Jeff could say.

I sat in the back seat pondering the situation as I removed my ski mask. I had one hand on the gun as I fondled the mask in my other hand. No money, and now we have two hostages. Don't they give time for this sort of thing? Oh yes, they certainly do.

"Head out to the Parkway. Southbound." Jeff said with a sense of authority.

Jeff tried to remain calm, but I could tell he was a nervous wreck. One of the girls was starting to sob.

"What's that way?" I could not help but ask.

"My aunt has a shore house in Point Pleasant. It's empty this time of year." He answered.

Jeff directed Roger as we got off the Garden State Parkway at exit 98. He ordered Roger to stop when we got into town.

"Put the masks on the girls. We don't want them to know where the house is." He spoke in a serious tone.

I did as directed as the girl emitted soft sobs.

Minutes later we arrived at the house. It was a small shore house, designed for summer occupancy. There was nobody around. We all got out of the car and went up to the front door. Point Pleasant was generally deserted this time of year. I kept thinking that was a good thing as I led my hostage up to the door in her ski mask.

"Damn door is locked!" Jeff shouted.

Jeff kicked the door open and we all went inside.

"Welcome to your new home." Jeff said as he took the mask off his girl. I did the same with mine.

Jeff looked around the house for a few minutes as I held the gun pointed at the two girls. He came back shortly with some rope. He then directed us to a guestroom with a bed. We then tied the girl's hands together and tied their hands to the headboard of the bed, which was an old brass affair.

"That should do it." Jeff said confidently.

"What are you going to do with us?" The blonde asked.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head over it." Jeff said.

He then proceeded to literally rip the clothes off both the girls starting with the black haired beauty. When he had her down to her panties he slid them off her with the gun barrel as she emitted soft sobs.

"We are going to have a little fun my friend." He said.

He then took the gun barrel and stuck it between the sobbing girl's legs. She emitted a loud moan as the cold steel came in contact with her womanhood. He began to tease her with the tip of the gun barrel, inserting it under her bra straps and popping her bra off with it. The blonde looked on in worried anticipation.

"Don't worry Baby. Your next." He said with a big grin.

With that he proceeded to do the same with the blonde haired girl. She didn't seem to emit a sound as the cold gun barrel came in contact with her wet pussy but the look on her face clearly gave away the fact that she felt the steel against her clit. The gun barrel glistened with her juices in the harsh light.

"One more thing. I got a special gift for you since you are such a good little girl." Jeff stated with a smile.

He then undid his pants and whipped out his large erection. He stuck the tip in the blonde's face and teased her with it.

"Now open wide and say 'ahhh'. Come on, you can do it." He said.

The girl did as told. Jeff held the gun in her face as he shoved his cock into her mouth. With his free hand he held the back of her head firmly onto his erection and began to fuck her mouth as he started to moan. When it was over he wiped his cock on her left cheek. There was visible cum running down her face.

"Make sure you clean her up for me, real good." He said.

"Why, where you going?" I asked.

"I got to take Roger back." Jeff answered.

Jeff left with Roger. I knew they would be gone a while. I was left to guard the girls. This would give me plenty of time to ponder our predicament.

I found a face clothe in a hall closet. I wet it and cleaned off the face of the blonde.

"What are you going to do with us?" She asked.

"I don't know." I answered. I really didn't know.

After I was done I took a tour of the house. There really was not much to see. Nothing really in the refrigerator except condiments and a bottle of orange soda. After my tour, I returned to the room with the girls.

"She has to pee." The blonde said. The black haired beauty just sobbed quietly, as usual.

I thought for a moment. I wondered into the kitchen and came back to the room with an empty two-pound coffee can I had found. Then I thought for a moment and returned with a roll of toilet paper from the bathroom. I held the can between her legs.

"Can she get a little privacy?" The blonde asked as the other girl continued her sobbing.

"What's the matter can't she talk? And no, this ain't the Holiday Inn." I said sternly.

I held the can between the girl's legs. She flinched as the cold metal rubbed against her inner thighs. She continued her soft sobs. In a couple of minutes she started to tinkle into the can, the noises of her stream reverberating off the metal.

When she was done, I ripped off a piece of toilet paper and wiped her wet womanhood. Her sobs became more audible. The blonde just stared at me as I put the paper in the can and left the room. I flushed the contents down the toilet.

I came back into the room a bit later. I could not help but notice how incredibly sexy these young women looked helplessly tied to the bed. They were both so young and beautiful. The black haired beauty had big blue eyes. They were a bit red from her sobbing, but still gorgeous. She reminded me of a girl I went out with in high school who had moved away. I could not help but notice her beautifully shaped breasts. She was not large in this area, but her breasts were so round and perfect. Her nipples were perky and pointed skywards when she arched her back towards the bed.

The blonde was a bit more full-figured. She had much larger breasts and bigger hips. She had a full bush of soft blonde hair between her legs. I was about to stick my fingers between her thighs and touch her mound when I heard Jeff return. That time already, I thought.

Jeff walked into the house carrying a case of beer and a McDonalds bag.

"Got us some food and brews." He said rather proudly.

"Good, I'm hungry. Did you get anything for the girls?" I asked.

"No. Didn't think of it."

I grabbed a couple of burgers and some fries as Jeff sat himself in front of the TV. I went into the room where the girls were. I sat there and shared what I had with the two beauties we were holding hostage.

That night we all went to bed. Jeff slept in the main bedroom. I slept on the sofa in the living room and of course the girls stayed in the spare room tied to the bed. I could hear Jeff get up during the night and rather loudly have sex with the black haired beauty. After he was finished I could hear him go into the kitchen and get a beer out of the refrigerator. I heard him open the can and sit in the dark. I could hear black haired beauty softly sobbing.

The next day Jeff went out early. I spent as much time as I could with the girls. Black haired beauty was sobbing more than usual.

"What's the matter with her?" I asked.

"She needs tampons." She answered.

"Tampons?"

"Yes, tampons. You know, tampons?" She stated.

Oh damn, I thought. I had some money left, but this was not really what I planned on spending it on. That, and where the heck was I going to find tampons in Point Pleasant in the middle of winter?

"I'll see what I can do." I said.

I thought about it for a bit. Really did not feel like going out in the cold, though we could use more beer as Jeff drank most of it. After making sure the girls were securely tied, I decided to take the walk.

Heading outside was a rude awakening. Point Pleasant in the middle of winter is hardly pleasant. It is like a ghost town. After walking about a mile into town I finally came across a couple of stores that were open. A liquor store and a drug store. I made my purchases and returned back to the house.

I took off my coat and went back into the guestroom. I showed the box of tampons to the girls. They nodded in approval. At least I bought the right thing, I thought. I opened the box and took one out. After carefully unwrapping it I started to insert it into her womanhood.

"String goes out?" I asked, trying to make light of the situation.

"Yes." The blonde answered. It was the first time I saw her smile.

I left the room and opened a beer. I put the rest in the refrigerator. I went through my pockets and realized I did not have a whole lot of money. Jeff and I would have to come up with something. I really did not know what Jeff had planned, but he always thinks of something I thought.

Jeff came home a little while later. I did not even ask where he had gone. He always seems to have some place to go though.

I told him I had bought more beer and he immediately helped himself.

"Hey, how much money you got left?" He asked me.

I told him not much as I bought more beer and I had to get tampons.

"Tampons!" He shouted, "I'll show her!"

He then ran into the room with the girls. I immediately followed close behind.

"Tampons!" He shouted, "You need something to stuff up there, I got something."

The black haired beauty then recoiled in fear as Jeff raised his hand as if to slap her. Then a sly grin came over his face. He then reached into his pocket and produced a cigarette lighter. He then flicked it and reached down and holding black haired beauty's legs open with the other hand reached down and lit the string on her tampon. The string caught fire and smoke rose from between her legs as black haired beauty screamed. Just before the flame reached her womanhood, Jeff licked his fingers and put out the fuse. He was laughing hysterically the whole time.

"Next time it will be a firecracker!" He joked loudly.

Black haired beauty began sobbing loudly as Jeff headed out of the room.

"We needed that money for beer." He shouted at me.

I sat there on the edge of the bed and watched this girl sobbing uncontrollably. She looked so damn beautiful I thought. I wished I could help her but I was caught up in something that seemed to be getting out of hand.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. Jeff seemed preoccupied but really didn't say much to me. That night he told me he had to get to bed early because he had somewhere to go in the morning. Fine with me. Even though I used to think he was a fun guy, lately I had been starting to think it just more peaceful without him around. This whole thing was obviously stressing everyone out.

The next day Jeff left the house early. I spent most of the morning cleaning up the place, as it was quite dusty since nobody had been living there since the summer. From time to time I would check in on the girls to make sure they were alright. I was really starting to feel bad for them. I especially felt bad for black haired beauty, as she seemed to always be sobbing.

Early afternoon arrived and I heard Jeff barge through the door. He was rather excited about something. I followed him into the kitchen where he started putting out lines of cocaine on the table.

"I solved our money problem." He said proudly.

"I can see." I said, "How did you do that?"

"You'll see." He said, "Here do a line."

We each did a line of coke. Then I followed him out to the car. Inside the car he had big metal equipment cases with handles.

"Here, help me with this shit will you."

I helped him carry the cases inside. When we got in he started to open them. Inside were various lighting fixtures and a video camera.

"This is the solution to our money problem." He said proudly, "Right here."

"I don't understand." I said somewhat perplexed.

"I have a friend in the porno business." He started, "All we have to do is film the girls, and he'll pay us big bucks."