The Occasional Kidnapping Chapter 1
by Aldric

Copyright 2007 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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This story is entirely fictional. No animals were harmed in the writing of this story. The creation of this story did not contribute (greatly) to global warming. It is intended for adults only.

You can send comments or constructive criticism to pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com

This story has been copyrighted by the author.

This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this is not real life and should be taken as such.
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The Occasional Kidnapping Chapter 1

"You know, I think I have a way worked out to keep the wind off the back of the fort and still let us look out," Heather said.

"Yeah, it's called a window. Except your mom said no glass in the tree house, remember?"

Heather and Candice had each just moved into the area and they had become best friends. They were both thirteen; in fact their birthdays were only two days apart. And both of them were tomboys, preferring to build a tree house instead of hanging out at the mall. They had spent their own money to buy good lumber and with some advice from their moms they had built a perfect tree house. It was supported by three trees and the main floor was six feet above ground level, but a second floor and various decks extended out and into the trees. They alternated between calling it a tree house and a fort.

"I know, but if we can get some acrylic it would work almost as well."

"You can't see through that stuff. It lets light in, but everything is blurry. Good idea though, just not good enough. We'll have to come up with something else." Candice suddenly stopped walking. "Did you hear that?"

She and Heather stood quietly until they heard the sound. It was someone calling out for anyone around. "I think that's Eric," Heather said. "It's coming from over by the fort and it sounds like he's hurt." She and Candice took off running.

Eric was Heather's eleven-year old brother and even though Heather thought he was a pest at times he had put in just as much sweat in building the fort as the girls, and he had contributed the same percentage of his allowance and savings to purchase the materials. That meant that both of the girls considered him a full partner and he had as much right to be at the fort as they did.

The first thing either girl noticed was their fort, most of which was lying in a heap on the ground. Then they saw Eric. His hands were tied above his head to what used to be a support beam. His shirt and pants were missing and four strings had been tied to holes cut just below the elastic band on the front and back of his briefs. The strings were tightly tied along with his hands such that his briefs were pulled up over his belly button, forcing him to stand on his toes to escape the pain of the wedgy. A yellow stain covered the front of his briefs. Candice held him up while Heather climbed up and untied the ropes.

"What the happened? Who did this to you?" Heather asked.

"I don't know who they were, but they called each other Alberto and Conner." Eric was fighting back tears. "They were wreaking the fort when I got here and I tried to stop them. They tried to make me help knock it down, but I wouldn't and I punched one of them. So they tied me up and started tickling me and said they would keep it up until I cooperated." He paused and looked down at the ground. 'They made me piss my pants," he said quietly.

He paused for a second before continuing. "Then they pulled my pants off and gave me a wedgy and made me watch while they finished wreaking the fort."

"You shouldn't have punched them. Did they hit you back?

Eric was losing the fight to keep from crying. "No. But they had a chain saw! I had to do something to stop them."

Candice had found his shirt and pants and gave them to Eric. "Shit, my pants are still wet," Eric said as he put them on. The tears were still rolling down his cheeks.

"Don't swear," Heather said. "We'll tell mom just what happened and she'll take care of it."

"No she won't. You know what mom says; nothing happens to juveniles unless they've been in trouble before. And even then probably nothing will happen!" Their mom was a police officer. Their dad had been too but cancer had ended his life ended shortly after Eric was born.

"That can't be right," Candice said. "They can't just cause all this damage and get away with it."

"Actually, Eric is probably right. Unless they're like sixteen or more the police can't do much. They won't arrest them for throwing eggs or smoke bombs or other stuff that damages houses so they for sure won't arrest them for knocking down a fort." Heather and Candice were surveying the damage. All three support beams had been cut with the chain saw and there was a lot of other minor damage. It would be salvageable, but new 4x4 beams would be needed and they'd have to take apart the entire fort in order to get it back up off the ground.

"But your mom could arrest them, couldn't she?"

"Conflict of interest," Eric and Heather said together. "She wouldn't work on anything that involved us, she'd give it to another cop to investigate in order to keep from being biased," Heather explained. "And other than take Eric's statement and speak to the kid's parents, there wouldn't be anything else done. Unless their parents got involved it would end at that point. Maybe they would do something for pantsing Eric, but since he punched one of them it's just as likely that he would get in trouble as them."

"That sucks. So we're just out of luck? We have to come up with the money and start over?"

"Why bother, they'd just come back and destroy it again," Eric said. "We should get them back somehow."

"I think we should tell mom what happened," Heather said. "Even if nothing happens maybe they would leave it alone once they find out mom is a cop."

"No; it'd make it worse except they'd only come by when we weren't here. You guys are plenty smart, let's think up a plan to make them leave us alone."

Heather looked at Candice, who nodded in agreement. "Look, I still think we should tell mom. If we start down this path, we can't go back later and change our mind and tell her. We either do it now or not at all. And if we get caught getting back at them then we own up to it and take our punishment because we know right now that it's the wrong thing to do."

"Okay with me. We won't get caught if the plan is good enough," Eric said, his tears ended.

"I'm in too," Candice said. 'How old were these guys?"

"Not really a lot. Fourteen I think. Why, you afraid of them?"

Heather knew that her little brother wasn't afraid of anything. Big kids, big roller coasters, scary movies; none of it ever seemed to bother Eric. But it was the first time Heather had seen him cry in years so she knew how much these two boys had upset him.

"We'll need to find out a lot about them," Heather said. Mom will be home by the time we get there so we'll need a story for why you pissed your pants. I'm thinking we just tell her Candice started acting like a girl and that scared you."

"Up yours," Candice said with a smile. "You guys can come to my house and wash them if you want. But I don't have any clothes that will fit Eric."

"What, you think I'm afraid to be seen naked? It's you who should be scared. Mine's probably the biggest one you've ever seen."

"What, your mouth? I'm sure it is," Heather said with a smile.

Once they got to Candice's house Eric's sense of modesty overcame his boasting and he wouldn't let the girls have his clothes until he was done taking a shower and was wrapped in a big towel. While Eric's clothes were washing they began making a plan.

They spent two weeks studying the two boys. Alberto was fourteen and Conner was thirteen. The girls made Eric stay home so they wouldn't recognize him while they followed the two boys around.

They quickly learned their habits, including the fact that they went swimming in the stream many afternoons. One day, while Conner and Alberto were swimming, Candice quickly grabbed their pants and went though the pockets.

"Good, they both have original keys instead of copies," she said as she wrote down the numbers on the keys.

"What difference does that make? You've got the keys, let's just take them."

"No, if we take the keys then they will know somebody stole them and maybe their parents will change the locks. But all I need now is who made the lockset. With that and the key number my mom will have a master key from which I can make my own copies." Candice's mom and dad owned their own lock smith business. They had taught Candice a lot about the trade hoping she'd take over the business when she was older.

Two days later they had keys that Candice said had better than a fifty-fifty chance of working.

"Why only fifty-fifty? I thought from the number you could make a copy?"

"I can, but every key can be cut slightly different. I may have to file them down in spots to make them fit the locks. But the keys are close enough that it shouldn't take too much to get inside. We should try them out before we need them." Their plan was nearly finalized at this point.

"Okay, you guys realize a lot can go wrong. If we blow it on the initial entry and get caught we could get arrested for breaking and entering," Heather said. You do understand that we can get into some serious trouble with this plan, don't you?

"You mean we could get in trouble for going into their house but they would get off after destroying our tree house?"

"A tree house isn't the same as breaking into a real house. By the way, if our plan works, how do we transport them to the tree house? With them gagged and handcuffed people are sure to notice and somebody may interfere."

Eric came up with the answer. "The same way you got the lumber there. You use the trailer behind the ATV and just haul them out."

"Yeah, but even in the trailer it would be kind of obvious. We need some better method."

"No we don't be stupid," Eric said. All you need is the right packing material." He explained his idea and the two girls loved it.

Alberto was still sound asleep having a pleasant dream when he felt his mom roll him over on his back. He began to wake up as his mom put something hard and cold on his right wrist. He came completely awake when the same coldness encircled his left wrist and closed with a distinctive sound. But it was already too late because before he could move a pillow case was pulled over his head and he was dragged out of bed. He could feel fingers over the pillow case on his head and when they found his mouth they were quickly replaced with a round object that was forced through the cover and partially into his mouth. He could hear the sound of duct tape being wrapped around his head.

He was aware that his dick was still hard as the dream he had been enjoying just a few minutes ago faded. It had been hot in his room last night so all he was wearing was a pair of boxers. He was lifted and dragged to the side and then rolled sideways several times. The light that filtered through the cover over his eyes went black. He knew he was being kidnapped but didn't understand why. His dad didn't have much money.

He could tell he was being dragged through the house and then heard his door closed. He was dumped onto something hard and could feel ropes tying him down. A motor started, not like a car's motor but more like a motorcycle. That didn't make sense but nothing about this morning's events made any sense. He tried to call for help but could only make some muffled noises. His world was dark and all sounds coming in to his ears were muffled and indistinct.

Candice was amazed at how well Heather's plan had worked. They had used the key to Alberto's house twice; once when nobody was there to make sure it worked and to learn their way around and once to watch Alberto's daily routine. They knew what time Alberto's mother left and what time he normally woke up and they had an hour between those two times. With Alberto asleep, putting the cuffs on had been easy. And now they had him rolled up in a carpet and tied to the trailer as they headed towards the destroyed tree house where Eric would be nervously waiting for them.

The only tight spot came when a patrol car drove by and waved for them to stop. "You girls haven't been stealing stuff from the construction, have you?" the officer inside asked.

"No sir. We got this from Carpet World; a Ms. Weller gave it to us. Here's her card, please call and check on our story if you like," Candice said. She could say it with confidence because every word was true.

My mother's a police office," Heather said. "Officer Darlene Williams, badge 60701. If we ever got caught stealing it would be bad for her career and even worse for my rear end. Everything we used to build our tree house we obtained legally and with our own money. My mom will attest to that." Heather kept the motor running on the ATV so that the office would not be able to hear any muffled yells from their real cargo.

"Oh, yeah, I know your mom. You must be Heather," the officer said.

"This is my best friend Candice. My brother is waiting for us at the tree house." Heather had told Candice that under no circumstances should they tell a lie. The cops could smell a lie from a mile away. "We're pretty careful about following the law; my mom makes sure of that. We just participate in the occasional kidnapping and stuff like that."

The officer laughed. "Sorry to slow you down. You two be careful and don't get hurt working out there alone. I've heard you've done a spectacular job with it; when you're all done building it I'll have to come and see it for myself." He drove off as Candice and Heather waved.

"God, I was so scared. But you were right; as long as everything we said was true we were fine. But did you need to tell him we kidnapped someone?"

"But we did, it was the truth. And remember, if this doesn't play out right and we get caught we discussed this and we knew before we started that it was kidnapping. And Eric was never part of the plan." Heather put the ATV into gear and continued the trip to the fort. They had to dump Alberto off and then go after Conner. And Conner would not be as easy since he would already be awake.

Eric was waiting for them and the three of them worked without saying a word. A leather strap was put on each of Alberto's wrists and a rope tied to the strap. With Heather holding onto one rope and Candice the other Eric unfastened the handcuffs and Heather and Candice immediately pulled Alberto's arms above his head and tied them off. They gathered up the stuff they would need to capture Conner and took off, leaving Alberto under the watchful eyes of Eric. They knew Conner's schedule and hoped the plan worked as easily on him as it had on Alberto.

Conner finished his breakfast in front of the TV. When his show ended and he switched it off and put his dishes in the kitchen. He dropped the sweat pants he slept in and thought about putting on his bathing suit but decided it was a waste of time. Nobody was home but him and the hedge around the pool provided complete privacy. He slid open the door that lead from his bathroom to the pool area open and stepped out.

There was a sudden movement from his left side and as he turned to see what it was a bright flash went off in his face. The flash was followed almost immediately by another. He could hear the sound a flash camera makes as it charges and immediately wished he wasn't naked. It was supposed to be safe here; you needed a house key to get the gate open, and even his best friend Alberto didn't have a key. But someone had just taken two flash pictures of him which left him temporary blind.

He felt something slip over his body. He tried to move his hands but he could feel a net enclosing them. The net was pulled tight around his waist, trapping his hands. Then something was pulled over his head. All he could see now was the bright spots in his eyes from the flash.

"Hey, let me…" he started until something was forced into his mouth and taped in place. He was pulled sideways and down and then rolled into something that made it dark and blocked his hearing. Then he was lifted up. He could hear the sound of the gate closing as he was dragged away from the deck.

"Oh my god, I'm being kidnapped," he thought without understanding why or by whom. He tried to yell out but all he could make was grunts. Outside sounds were muffled, but he could hear a motor start up as he was dumped on his back.