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The Hostage Chapter OneThey were warned not to go out there.”The town is full of blood thirsty insurgents,” the captain said. “Theyhide in civilian homes. They use mothers and babies as human shields. Younever know when one of them will snipe at you from behind a woman, or fromthe other side of a closed door.”But Trevor Lawrence was not to be discouraged. He wanted an interview withan insurgent and he wanted it badly. He wanted the hatred to spew out ofone of them in his own words. He especially wanted the bastard to claimthat it was the will of Allah. It was his intention to show the world thatthey were not soldiers of Allah or freedom fighters, as they claimed, butblood thirsty murderers, hiding behind innocent women and c***dren, andbehind God.He commandeered a Jeep during the night, and he and his Arabic speakingcameraman, Ahmed, set out toward the nearby town just before dawn. Thesmall population of the town was just awakening when Trevor and Ahmed gotthere. The first life they saw was a young boy sitting aimlessly in adoorway. They stopped, and Ahmed brazenly asked the youngster where thesoldiers were. The boy gave out a little sob and waved his head,indicating that they were behind the door he was sitting in front of.Trevor parked the Jeep, and he and Ahmed approached the door. Theyknocked. There was no answer, so they opened it anyway. Ahmed enteredfirst, and was instantly shot in the heart. He died without knowing whathit him. Trevor was luckier. He was surrounded and knocked u*********s bytwo insurgents.When he awakened, he found himself propped up against a wall. His handswere tied behind him with a heavy rope. The rope was course and was bitinginto his wrists. His feet were also tied at the ankle with the same rope.Heavy duct tape was covering his mouth. His head felt light and the roomseemed to be spinning around him. He was sick to his stomach, and hewanted to vomit, but that would be impossible with his mouth taped shut.He had to control his urge to spew up, or else he could drown in his ownpuke.He looked around. He was in a bare room with one small window high up oneof the walls. It truly looked like a prison cell. The heat in the roomwas unbearable. He was alone, and his head was throbbing. He knewinstinctively that he had been moved to a different location, probably someinsurgent hiding place. He passed out again, just as he became aware thathe had to pee.In his sleep, he felt someone shaking his shoulder. “Wake up, Trevor,” heheard a voice commanding him, and he thought Thank God. It’s all a dream.The shaking got more insistent, and he realized that he wasn’t dreaming atall. He opened his eyes with great difficulty.A tall, thin man hovered over him. He needed a bath, and he emitted aputrid body odor. He sported a mustache and a small beard, whichincongruously bahis siteleri was well trimmed, because he could very well do with ahaircut. His breath was also a surprise. It was sweet smelling, as if hehad just brushed his teeth or eaten a breath mint. He was naked from thewaist up. Of course he was. The heat in the room was truly oppressive.Trevor would have liked to have stripped also.In spite of the situation, Trevor had to admire the man’s torso. He wassolid and muscular in spite of his thin frame. Once past his body odor,Trevor also realized that the guy was very handsome indeed. His almostblack eyes stared into Trevor’s, until Trevor had to turn away.”What are you doing here? What do you want?” the man asked in perfectEnglish. Trevor was shocked. He had a million questions of his own, andwould gladly have answered the man’s questions, but his mouth was taped.Suddenly his captor roared with laughter. “Forgive me,” he said. “Iforgot about the tape.” That said, he ripped off the tape in one quickmovement, leaving Trevor’s lips burning with pain.”Now answer my questions,” he said, not unkindly.”How do you know my name?” Trevor asked.The man retrieved Trevor’s wallet from his pocket and waved it at hiscaptive. “Now answer my questions!”Trevor lied. “I wanted to interview one of you, so that I could show theworld that you men fight for a cause, and you aren’t the cold bloodedkillers most non-Muslims believe you to be.”The man roared with laughter once again. “You expect me to believe thatdribble, you Jewish Israeli slime.””Actually, I’m an American from Fresno, California, and I’m a Christian;Presbyterian to be exact.””What’s the difference? You’re all the same. We can’t convert younon-believers, so we will have to kill you.””You’re off to a good start. Why did you kill my cameraman, Ahmed? He wasa Muslim.””We could not know that, and we wanted his camera equipment so we couldphotograph you, and send pictures outside to show what we do to spies.””I’m not a spy.””So you say.””Can I know the name of my friendly captor, and how come he speaks perfectEnglish?” Trevor asked.The man sat down right next to Trevor and rested his rifle on the floor onhis side away from Trevor.”Here’s the situation, Mac” the man said. Trevor couldn’t wait to hear.This guy was as American as he was.”My name is Martin Spenser. My mother, Janina, is a Saudi. She married anAmerican who worked for one of the big oil companies. After my father’shitch, they moved back to Chicago, his home town. I was born and grew upthere. My father did not practice his religion, but my mother secretlyinstructed me in the teachings of Islam. She taught me to detest theunbelievers and to bring Islam to the world.””Did she tell you to spread Islam through murder?”Martin’s face clouded over. “It’s not murder canlı bahis to do the will of Allah.It’s a duty and a privilege.””Rot in hell,” Trevor said, and he turned his head from Martin’s. Martinhit him on the head with the butt of his rifle, and Trevor was u*********sonce again. When he awoke, he knew immediately that he had been moved onceagain. He was in a completely different room. Martin could see theconfusion on his face.”We move around a lot so you unclean pigs can’t find us so easily. Rightnow we are in an abandoned cabin in a remote part of the mountains, and weare alone. There is no way you can escape. We have plenty of provisionsand water. I am going to untie your hands and let you clean up a bit.Then we will rehearse a little speech that you will recite for the camera.You are going to tell the world that your captors are very kind to you,considering that you are a spy, and that you are being treated very well.””You’re k**ding, aren’t you?””Do I look like I’m k**ding?”Trevor realized that he hadn’t really looked carefully at Martin since hewoke up again. Obviously the man had bathed. His body smelled clean andhe had groomed himself somewhat. His long hair was neatly combed. He hadshed his dirty clothing, and was wearing only a pair of American styleboxers. Trevor could see Martin’s black pubic hair through a small gap inthe fly of his underwear.”There are two things that are a must,” Trevor informed Martin. “First ofall, I need to pee badly, and I am not in the habit of wetting my pants.The second thing is that if I don’t get rid of some of this heavy clothing,I’m going to die of a heat stroke, and your propaganda campaign will beover.””I am a humane man,” Martin smiled. “Your wish is my command.” He untiedTrevor’s hands and feet, and immediately Trevor stripped to his boxers.”I’m glad you’re wearing boxers,” Martin said. “I think that jockey’s arevery unattractive for a man, and very slutty.” Trevor was very surprisedat that last remark. It sounded very gay, and he should know, because hewas gay.”Where can I pee?””I’ll take you outside, but first I need to retie your hands.” Martinretied Trevor’s hands behind his back, and led him outside. The firstthing Trevor saw was his Jeep standing just outside the cabin. He saw itas a means of a possible escape. All he had to do was get hold of thekeys. Since Martin was only wearing boxers, the keys were not on hisperson. He needed to find out where Martin had put them.”I’ve been peeing behind those rocks,” Martin said, and they walked behindthe rocks. There was no road to be seen anywhere, and Trevor wondered howMartin had maneuvered the Jeep through the desert and the mountains. Whenthey got behind the rocks, Trevor saw a beautiful mountain stream runningjust a few feet away. There were also many cypress güvenilir bahis trees along the banksof the stream. It gave his area of captivity, a kind of serenity.”How do you expect me to get my cock out of my underwear?” Trevor asked.Martin just smiled, and he walked behind Trevor. He put his arms aroundhis hostage. To Trevor it felt like a caress. Martin unsnapped the claspin Trevor’s boxers. Then he took out Trevor’s rod and aimed it at therock. His touch was gentle and feathery and in spite of himself Trevorbegan to erect, but he didn’t get totally hard as he began to pee. When hefinished, Martin shook off the excess drops, and wiped the slit dry withhis finger. Trevor got stiff again and leaned back into Martin, whocontinued to stroke Trevor’s cock very gently.Unable to restrain himself, Trevor was able to grab Martin’s cock with hisbound hands. Martin was as stiff as he was.”Thank Allah that you are circumcised,” Martin said. “I could never touchan unclean, uncircumcised cock.””It doesn’t matter to me if you are cut or uncut. Just don’t stop doingwhat you are doing.” But Martin did stop, leaving Trevor with a severecase of blue balls.”Homosexuals will never see Allah’s paradise,” Martin said. “I helped youpee, and nothing more.”Trevor was not convinced. He had been with enough men to feel the passionin Martin’s touch.”How will you get the film out of here?” Trevor asked just to change thesubject.”About once a week we’ll get a short visit from a courier. He’ll replenishour provisions, take the camera with all your recorded messages, andreplace it with a new camera.””Are you telling me that I must continually tell lies which you willrecord? How long do you intend to keep it up?””They will not be lies,” Martin spat. “They will be truths that I willscript for you. We will keep it up as long as those fools continue tosearch for you. Do as you are told, and you will not be harmed.””You will kill me in the end, so why should I LIE for you?” Trevoremphasized the word, lie, and he could see Martin’s eyes narrow into slits.”I said that I would not harm you if you cooperated.””Hah! Great! So one of your sick buddies will do the deed.””Believe what you will, but trust me I can make life very miserable for youor very pleasant. It all depends on your attitude and cooperation.”Trevor did not bother to answer. He knew it was useless. Instead hedecided to plan a strategy to let the world know that he was forced to saywhat he did. He had no idea yet what that would be, but he knew fromexperience that experts would be studying his facial expressions as hespoke. He also knew that Martin was familiar with his culture so he had touse extreme care.”I’m hungry,” he told Martin. “Make my life pleasant.” Martin smiled, andTrevor hated himself for thinking, what a beautiful smile.Does that mean you’ll cooperate?'”Let’s just say I’ll think about it. In the meantime, I’d like to knowwhere you bathed. I need a bath badly.””In that stream a few meters behind these rocks. Come I’ll take youthere.”To be continued…

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