Held Captive Chapter 2

I slowly came to, my body bouncing ever so slightly with what felt like the rhythm of foot steps. Foot steps? What had happened. I remembered being on a date. The person on the other end… wasn’t what I expected. Actually, as I recalled, she was a LOT MORE than what I expected. She was enormous. Okay, that part was coming back to me, but what else happened.

I remembered leaving. I turned the corner. I was on my way home. I was so caught up in the moment, I wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings. I had walked those streets so many times, there usually wasn’t a reason to. I guess this time it was different. I hated myself for being so weak, and even more for being so careless. It’s like I never learned my lesson. Eventually I would pay for it, and here I was getting-

Speaking of, where was here? Where was I?

My eyes were adjusting, and I was looking down at the pavement. It was still dark outside, but I was probably five or six feet up. I turned my head, afraid of what I might find. It was as if I was floating in the air. But as I got my bearings, I realized something was holding my waist. That’s when the realization sunk in.

I was being carried. Carried down an empty street. There were street lights, but nobody around. Well, nobody but me. Me and whoever was carrying me around. Someone was literally walking around with me on their shoulder. They had to be pretty strong to do something like that for as long as I could have guessed they were doing it. Not that I was particularly heavy. I was actually quite tiny. But to carry someone around for a long time like that was actually impressive.

And confusing.

Why would they do that? If I was getting mugged, wouldn’t they have just taken my wallet? Surely they would have been disappointed by what they found, but they would have no reason to take me anywhere. Just leave me on the side of the street.

I turned my head a little more and realized this person had long hair. Fear was starting to kick in. My date had long hair. Not exactly uncommon for a woman to have long hair, but if we looked at the reverse, not exactly common for a man to have long hair. And then I looked back down.

The pink dress. Or the back of it. That pink dress Victoria was wearing was now jutting out. How had I missed this before? It was taking up like half my vision. With each step, it wobbled back and forth. It was utterly huge. It was at least three times as wide as me. Actually, I would bet each cheek weighed more than I did. The size of her was just astronomical. I remembered being blown away by her size in the restaurant, but up close was another story entirely. This girl was huge.

And it now made sense how a huge woman like that could carry me around so easily. She was used to carrying around a lot of weight. My tiny body didn’t make much of a difference at all. I was probably as light as a feather to a woman like her.

And so she kept walking. I didn’t know what to do, how to react. Did I try to escape? Clearly, we were past the point of a slight misunderstanding. She was taking me. Where to? I had no clue. But she was taking me there, and she had every intention of getting there. I was just a passenger.

“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice still groggy.

She didn’t say anything. She just kept walking. I knew she could hear me. These streets were empty. You could hear a pin drop. There’s no way she just misheard. Here I was asking for information and she had no intention of answering. It was time to escalate to my next step. I had thought about escape before, but part of me weighed against it considering her size in comparison to mine. Yes, she was a girl, but she was a big girl. A girl several times my size, with more strength than I could ever dream of.

I judged the area below carefully. If I would to flip myself over her shoulder, I should be able to spin myself onto my feet. Or maybe my back. But I would be ready for it so I could brace for impact. If I landed on my back, it would hurt, there was no doubt about that. But as long as I made it to my feet quickly, I could run away. Surely I was faster than a woman of her size. I may not be stronger, but I didn’t have to carry around that much girth. Then I could make it away without getting pummeled.

I had no idea how close or far away the destination was. Based on the fact that she was walking, it had to be close. I decided now was the time to act. With a quick thrust with my hands on her sizeable back, I managed to surprise her and flip over her shoulder. My heart raced as I managed to land on my feet in what was probably the most acrobatic maneuver of my life. I had to pause for a minute just to let my body understand I had done it. With feet firmly planted on the ground, I kickstarted my getaway.

But her hand was too fast and now gripped my neck. I jerked forward but my bottom half got further than my upper half. My legs went in the air, but they never touched the ground again. With one hand, she lifted me off the ground, my legs dangling helplessly in the air. She rotated me so I was now face to face with her. There she was, the same obese woman I had just dated in the restaurant. Her face now a dark, mean omen of doom. She was not happy. She had big lips turned into a frown.

“Don’t do that again,” she muttered.

I flailed as much as I could, then shouted.

“Let me go!”

With her free hand, she punched me in the stomach, hard. The force of her fist felt so powerful, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had punctured my torso. All of the wind escaped me and I heaved helplessly. She didn’t bat an eye. It was like she didn’t even care. As she looked at me pathetically, I heard footsteps approaching. They weren’t in a hurry, just a casual late night walker, out on a stroll about town.

I could sense some panic in her now, her eyes darting back and forth. She was trying to think of something easy to do, and to her credit, she figured it out. Still in the air, she pinned my shoulders against a nearby wall. Her lips moved in on mine, locking and kissing, her tongue exploring my mouth. She was so strong, I felt like she could snap me like a twig if she were so inclined. My legs tried to fight back, but I didn’t even have enough space between us to kick her. I was completely powerless.

I heard the footsteps get nearer. I couldn’t see around her massive frame, but I could tell by their cadence that the man or woman wasn’t slowing down or speeding up. They were going right on by. As they passed and walked out of sight, I heard a faint man’s utterance of the word ‘weirdos’ and then poof, he was gone.

When she was sure he was gone, she relinquished her liplock on me and backed up, but kept me pinned against the wall. She held me in place, her massive, firm body in complete dominance of mine. I was puny compared to her, and we both knew it. Her eyes met mine, somehow still bearing down even though I was completely off the ground.

“Make one more outburst,” she said. “Anything like what you did a second ago, and I promise I’ll squash you like a bug. I don’t care if I get caught, you’ll be nothing more than a pancake when I’m done with you, understand?”

I could tell she meant business and I nodded.

The rest of the trek home was met with silence. Being manhandled so easily by a woman does that to a man. I was afraid to ask where we were going. I was afraid to speak at all. I didn’t know what might set her off. One false move, and she would crush me like a bug. Either with her fists… or worse…

I watched her butt jiggle back and forth as she carried me on. I’d never looked at a butt with such fear before. Yes, it was fat and flabby and huge. But it was also a weapon. If she sat on me with that thing, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind it would spell the end for my life. If I was going to survive this encounter, I would have to strike when the moment was right. And there was no moment, in the foreseeable future.

She finally stopped. Being on her shoulder, I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but it sounded like she was fiddling with some keys. Eventually, she found what she was looking for and opened a door, carrying me in with her. We walked up some stairs, which creaked loudly with every step she took as if pleading with her to turn back or face imminent collapse. She pressed on bravely. I watched as the door, and my chances of escape, was pushed further and further away, until we rounded a corner and it disappeared from sight entirely.

A tear rolled down my cheek. Yeah, it wasn’t the bravest reaction, but I was deeply afraid for my life at this point. And it was embarrassing. I was a man. I was supposed to be tough. But there was no way I was tougher than Victoria. I was being whisked away against my will, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

A few more flights of stairs and she paused again, opening another door. This was surely her apartment. It looked like any other apartment, maybe with a little more pink, but it was a girl’s apartment so I could understand. As she continued carrying me forward, I noticed all of the locks on the door. There were at least 5 different locks, and as soon as she had some room, she whipped me around and began latching them all. One by one, I heard my chances of getting past this door drop. The amount of latches, each with their own mechanism, meant it would take even longer just to get out. I would need a huge window of opportunity to escape her prison.

She dumped me on the couch. I sat upright and she leaned forward, her now smeared lips close to my face.

“Make yourself comfy, Baby,” she said, in an almost loving tone. I was taken off guard by that statement. Did she not remember the kidnapping, the punch? Any of the last thirty minutes outside?

I gave a weak smile and fumbled for a pillow. I placed it on my lap and tried my best to look as innocent as possible. She gave me a big smile and she stood upright again. Okay… she was crazy.

“Do you want anything to drink, Baby?”

“Um… no thank you,” I said.

“I’ll get you some water,” she said calmly. She began to walk away, but paused, and turned back towards me. “I need you to be good, okay?”

“Okay,” I said.

She looked at me sternly. “If I catch you doing naughty things, I have to punish you, and I really don’t want to do that, okay Baby?”

“Okay,” I repeated.

She smiled at me again, and walked into another room, assumedly the kitchen. I could hear her fixing stuff in there, and I decided now was the time. I tiptoed to the door. I listened closely for any change in her tempo. So far so good. I quietly undid the latches, one by one. I listened for her still and nothing changed. Just two more latches to go. I focused on these now. I began working more quickly and got to the last latch.

And that’s when I felt her presence behind me. She didn’t even have to do anything. How was such a big girl this stealthy? She just stood there and I paused. I put the latch down and slowly turned towards her. She didn’t even look angry. She just towered above me, staring me down. She could really hurt me.

“Baby, we just talked about this,” she said.

“I’m sorry.”

“First thing’s first, I need you to remove all of your clothes.”