The Wet Hostage
Warning: 1) Young girl. 2) Mentions
wetting/urination, desperation.
It was supposed to be a normal school
trip to the Middle East, a region filled of wonder and beauty as well as
conflict. Our flight was slightly delayed but soon enough we were all headed
home. As it was an early morning flight, most of us were sound asleep.
That is, until there was a commotion,
which grew in volume. An eerie, heavily accented voice came on the intercom
announcing that the plane was hijacked!! I literally shot up in my seat as I
saw masked men with submachine guns and pistols walking down the aisles instead
of the flight attendants. We were all ordered to turn in all electronic devices
and I regrettably handed over my iPhone which contained pictures of the sites
we had visited. The plane turned sharply to the left and began to descend.
Within minutes, land could be seen out of the window until the accented voice
told all of us to close the shutters.
The plane did a hard landing but
thankfully I remembered to put on my seatbelt before landing. Then came the eerie
accented voice. "You all will be allowed to disembark. All of you, except
one person. We will take one hostage for collateral. "
Immediately everyone started to murmur,
wondering who it will be. "Silence!" The voice continued.
"Everyone quiet, stay in your seats and look straight ahead." I did
so, trembling. Who would be picked? I surmised a sort of young and good looking
person. But a boy or a gir...
"You," I heard the same
voice from the speakers and turned to see a masked man. "You, stand
up!"
"Noo...." I cried not
believing I was chosen.
"Mister, look she's only a kid,
pick someone...OW!!!" I turned to see my teacher Mrs. Seagger
interjecting, only to receive a large blow on her head. "SHUT UP!! Girl,
get up NOW!" With my feet trembling I did so and was immediately yanked
forward by a second masked man.
"NO! Don't take...OW! OW!!"
My teacher was again struck on the head but before I could turn around, I was
pushed towards the front of the aircraft. The accented voice was on the
speakers again: "All passengers will now disembark. Slowly and no heroics.
We will watching you." As I heard the movement of the passengers, I
was turned around to face the masked men again.
"What's your name girl?" The
senior one asked.
"Catherine...” I mumbled more
because of my fear of their looks and their weapons.
"Well Catherine," he
continued, now with a softer tone, "don't be scared. We won't hurt you,
unless you try to resist. We will fly on to another airport where after a short
while you will be released. OK?" I slowly nodded but didn't expect the
next part. "Tape her up, and watch things from here," he ordered his
companion.
WHAT?! My hands were yanked behind my
back and I felt the feeling of thick duct tape surrounding them.
"Ha...mmmmppph!" something cloth-like was jammed into my mouth and
then I felt another strip of sticky duct tape plastered over my lips. Before I
could move any further, he knelt down and wrapped tape around my nylon-covered
knees and ankles. Her further wrapped tape above and below my small breasts.
With tape literally all over me, he
lifted me up and carried me to the front cabin. He buckled me in and said,
"now stay here." I certainly couldn't move anyway; the tape was
really tight!
A few minutes later, I felt the plane
move - we were flying off again! It made me even more apprehensive since they didn’t
say where we were heading. What if the hijackers/kidnappers didn't keep their
promise and left me in some deserted place? What if they threw me in some hell
hole or fed me to some animals or evil people? Or worse what if they killed me?
As I thought about my fate, I then
felt a signal from my bladder. Yeah, I drank a lot of water, juice and soft
drinks during the flight and the meals provided. As the plane continued move, I
felt a stronger signal from my bladder and began to struggle against my bonds.
Suddenly, the plane banked and started to descend. Well, that was fast I
thought. And thankfully too. Hopefully they would release me and I would run
straight for the toilet.
The land was even rougher than before.
As the plane finally halted, my bladder pressure was unbearable.
"MMMMpppp..." I groaned through my gag. One of the masked men appeared
and asked, "WHAT?"
"Mmmm....." I cried again
and finally he peeled or rather yanked off the tape and took out the cloth.
"Please, mister, can you let me use the toilet?"
"No, no way girlie. You want a
quick escape," he replied and attempted to replace the cloth.
"Please, mis....mmmppph!!!!" He jammed the cloth back and taped it
up. "Mmmmmppph..." I wailed but he disappeared.
Shit they won’t even release me for a
pee. I squeezed my legs tight together, knowing that wasn't going to help but
still did so. Please, please, please release me. Five minutes later, I felt
that my bladder was really going to burst.
"MMMMMMPHHHH!!!" I cried and
the man reappeared.
"I said no." He snapped but
I continued to wail and give him a pleading look. Finally, he reached down
and cut away the tape around my knees and ankles. My hands were shortly freed.
"Mmmp?" I said, pointing at my gag. "You don't need your mouth
to pee. Two minutes max."
I scooted off but just as I got past
the end of the cabin, my bladder gave way. Warm pee soaked my knickers and
trickled down my tights. Oh SHIT SHIT SHIT! I thought silently as I pushed open
the door to the cubicle. I had just managed to unclip my skirt and lower my
undies as another lot of pee shot out. Oh man, I thought, I'm so embarrassed.
Then again, it was that hijacker's fault for not releasing me the first time. I
cleaned up as best as I could but the stained undies and tights felt just
terrible against my crotch.
"Good, you are back," he
said seeing me. "Accident?" I was still too embarrassed and in any
case was gagged so I couldn’t reply. Suddenly, “BANG! BANG! BOOM!!!" The
air suddenly turned smoky and I gave a muffled yelp as I smelled pungent fumes.
My body collapsed to the ground more from the odour rather than the
ear-shattering explosions. Just over a minute later, I heard cries of "She
here! Hostage safe!" The smoky air suddenly dissipated and my vision
cleared to see many masked men with MP-5 submachine guns. One knelt down and
gently removed the tape across my lips and eased out the soggy cloth.
"Are you ok Miss? Everything fine
no...oh dear, looked like you had an accident," the HRT man said, causing
me to turn bright red all over.
THE END.
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