Hocus Pocus
Copyright© 2010 by Freddie Clegg
Chapter 11: Hostage
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 11: Hostage - Gregg Gilstrom's criminal and lust driven career continues as he exploits his mystic powers. A sequel to "Abracadabra"
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Coercion Mind Control Magic Fiction Humor BDSM Humiliation
Gregg Gillstrom stood in the dingy room that was serving as Victoria's prison. He stared at their captive, quite enjoying the way that she sat on the chair testing the ropes that held her.
They had brought her here just as soon as the police had decided that wherever else Victoria Leon was, it wasn't in the theatre. "We'll get out of your way, Mr Gillstrom," the Commissioner had told him. "She's obviously not here. I don't know why the Chief is bothering!"
If the Chief had bothered any more they might have had problems. Victoria was already starting to stir when Gregg and Maxine got back into the under stage space. Gregg released the hidden catch to free the false bottom of the chest. He was impressed at Maxine's ropework and the neatness of the tape across Victoria's mouth and eyes, especially given the speed she had to do it with. Maxine leant forward to give Victoria another whiff of anaesthetic as she started to struggle fitfully. She soon succumbed again.
In fact it had been just after they left the theatre with an unconscious Victoria in the back of their station wagon that Maxine and Greg came closest to being caught. As they pulled out of the alley way that ran along the back of the theatre they were flagged down by a woman police officer.
Gregg, full of confidence reached for his ruby and turned it in his hand in front of her. To his horror it had no effect.
"What is it with the red rock, buster?" the officer snapped.
"Sorry, officer," Gregg stuttered, wondering what had gone wrong. "It's just one of my props. I was – err – performing, back there. The theatre."
"Oh sure," she said. "You know we're checking folk because of what went on there?"
"Ah, yes, sure, ah." Gregg could feel his bowels loosening by the moment as he realised the problem. The officer was wearing dark glasses. Pilot style, mirror shades obviously did something to the light of the ruby. That was why she wasn't affected.
He was busily trying to think of a reason to get her to take her glasses off when a call came from across the street. "Come on, Krupke. Time to go. Chief says we're due back at the station."
The police woman stood up. "You can go," she said. "We're finished here. Have a nice day."
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