Kinktober #1

This is an original story.

Horror / Kidnap

The line-segments on the country road zoomed Larry's moped past almost as soon as they entered the headlight. He couldn't wait to get back home. Or, at the very least, away from Mallard's house. Some Halloween party that turned out to be. Larry had never been the social type. He didn't expect to be the life of that stupid Halloween party, but he thought at the very least he'd have the same basic respect as any other horror villain there.
As if... He's too cute to be a villain, they said. Didn't have any claws, or fangs, or disfigurements. He wasn't even grotesquely muscular! He looked just like any other 18 year old. Lean build. Slightly taller than average. Short, thick hair and handsome face in an adorkable kind of way.
But that's really the point, isn't it? If you look like a monster, no one is gonna be surprised if you act like a monster. If a serial killer can look like anyone, however, then anyone could be a serial killer. He could be right in front of you, and you wouldn't even know. True vileness comes from the inside... That's what he should have said! That's what he would have said had he the guts to do so... But he really wasn't in the mood to stick out more than he needed.

To top it all off, what had he found under the cushion of his seat at the dinner table? A black postcard with the white text "WE'RE COMING FOR YOU!" Written in cursive. That had really felt like a punch to the gut. Until that point, he had still felt like one of their peers. A peer against whom they had no reservations against treating like trash. But a peer nonetheless. All of a sudden, it seemed they were prepared to use their villainy against him. Because... Why? Because they felt he didn't have any place at their annual dinner for horror villains?
Stuff like that almost made him wish he had never hunted down his high school classmates one by one and slaughtering them like animals for driving his cousin and best friend to suicide in seventh grade. Almost.

Of course he didn't bring the note up to anyone. Didn't want to cause a scene. Mallard had remarked Larry looked a bit sick, but he just shrugged it off as the weather. He just left early, before they even started with the Trivia Pursuit. He just had to get away and leave that behind.
While reflecting on all of this, a roadblock entered his view. Larry pressed the hand brakes as hard as he could. When that didn't help, he nearly swerved off the road to avoid the worse accident. He skid to a stop only a few centimeters away, his moped landing perpendicular to the road.
He looked at the yellow and orange trestles to make sure what he saw wasn't a mistake. Did he take the wrong turn somewhere? There weren't any roadblocks when he drove to the dinner.

All of a sudden his vision went black, and he felt his entire body being levelled to the ground and dragged away at reckless speeds and spun around.
"Got him girls!"
"Nice job! Get him away! Now!"
What followed was something so chaotic and hazy it was indescribable. So many things happened so quickly that Larry probably wouldn't be able to tell what was going on even if he was able to see. The female voices around him cackled. He screamed and thrashed but was pulled by so many hands grabbing him over his body, so fast it didn't do any good. It was all a big haze.

The next thing Larry knew the bag over his head is pulled off. He found himself tied to a chair with cotton straps so firmly he could hardly move a muscle. He found himself surrounded by five, no six no more girls... many more in fact, all their eyes peeled on him. One of them held his blue hoodie against her chest.
"Uhh..." Larry's head was still spinning and his mind racing from the experience. They all stared at him with creepy, adoring eyes, as if admiring their prize catch. They were everywhere, no matter where he turned; he could only assume behind him as well. All of them were his age or a year or two older.

"Awww, look at how cute he is when he's confused!"
"What an adorable face! I love it! I love it to pieces!"
"Oh Ehm Gee! I can't believe we caught him!"
Larry had managed to discern that exchange from the murmur of excitable giggle in what looked like a basement or perhaps an abandoned bunker. It didn't take long before Larry got an inkling on what was going on. He had been warned about these people, but didn't think it would apply to him. It couldn't have... Was what he thought.
"F-fangirls...?" Larry stuttered as he reviewed the illustrations of their favourite anime printed on their T-shirts, "You're fangirls?" The only people alive more deranged and dangerous than horror villains.

"We're all your greatest fans!" Their leader, a red head said.
"No one else deserves you so now we got you all to ourselves!"
"But... But I'm the villain!" Larry spurted out, "You're not supposed to admire me, I kill people... I slaughter them like cattle!"
"Oh gosh! You're so cool!"
"So cool, and misunderstood!"
"I can change him!"
"That scene where he seduced that twerp's girlfriend... It made me weak at the knees!"

Larry sighed. He knew there were many responsibilities to being a horror villain, but he never thought being a good role model would be one of them.
The women all swarmed over him like wild animals. Their hands competing to find any spot they could grab on to. All the meanwhile he was utterly unable to shrug them off. They slid their hands under his shirt and took off his shoes so they could tickle him, passing his shoes and his sweater between themselves do they could admire them as their trophies.

At the end of the ordeal, Larry was pale as a ghost, gasping and shivering, "...Is it over now? C-can I go?"
"Awww, he thinks we're gonna let him go! But no, you're staying with us now forever after. We're just gonna go and take a break, then come back tomorrow for more." The lead girl winked.
They drew lots on who would stay and keep watch. "Yes!" A girl in pink hoodie and bronze skin with black hair in a ponytail raised her hand in triumph, "I'll get him all to myself tonight!"
The other girls climbed the staircase up and locked the door after themselves. The girl who was left pressed her ear to the door until she was sure her friends was out of earshot, then faced Larry with a lewd grin.
"Oh, poor Larry... Left all alone, tied up and **** to anyone who would take advantage of him."
"Ah, no problem, I rather enjoy my own company." Larry smiled but behind his back he tried desperately to undo the bindings, yet they wouldn't budge.
"Now don't worry, Shirley is here to keep you company." The girl jumped and sat on Larry's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Miss! I'm... I'm afraid that seat is already taken!" Larry was so close to her he could feel her breath on his skin.
"I've wanted to do this from the moment I saw you. Struggle all you like. This is going to happen."

The moment was broken by the ringing of a landline phone upstairs. Shirley was frozen in her embrace of Larry as the phone rang three signals.
"... Damn... If that's my dad I'll be in trouble if I don't pick up." Shirley sighs and dismounts Larry, "You just wait here, and when I get back the fun can begin!" Shirley winked as she closed and locked the door after herself.
Larry sighed to himself as he heard the ringing come to a halt. Saved by the bell. When that monster got back though, she was really gonna have her way with him.
His worries came to an abrupt end when he heard scraping and clicking on the other side of the door. Had she already finished with her phone call?
The scraping sounds soon died down, replaced with an eerie silence.

PANG!

The handle of the door was bent out of shape by the socket by a strong blow from the other side, and the door, no longer able to suspend itself to the frame, flapped open as if collapsing on its hinges.
"It shall be worth pointing out, Andy, that although thine sense of subtlety and caution hath long since passed, and the time of grievance and lament is over, no time before hath ever been more appropriate to express how much we miss them, and how they hath served us in the past."
Larry's eyes perked. That voice was male. Moreover, it was deep, spoken with affability mixed with enthusiasm. He recognized that voice.
"Cut yer yappin', Mallard... Not like we've got all day to fondle that contraption... Some jobs really call fer a rough touch ya know?" Another male voice spoke, this time a coarser one with a cockney accent.
Larry knew exactly who they were, and they were the ones he didn't dare to hope would come for him.
An obese man dressed in layers of cheap working clothes wearing a rubber pig mask stepped past the frame. "Andy?"

"Hush, my lost lamb," the one who spoke like he had swallowed a thesaurus was a tall thin man in his 50s dressed in black with a priest collar around his neck. He had traces of once being a handsome man amongst the furrows of his face though his most striking feature was that his eyes appeared to be all white sclera. "I must confess on being presumptuous on two parts; that of cooperation following our introduction to this predicament, and that discretion in this case evidently is a vital component of cooperation. Do forgive me if such presumptions were to your distaste."
"Oh... Sorry.." Larry whispered.
Mallards knelt down next to Larry and pulled out a large, ornate dagger from his coat and unsheathed it, cutting the bindings that held him in place. "I... why did you come for me?"
"Tsk... You really think we're ripe 'nough to leave a fella villain to his fate? Ya got some nerves on ya, doncha?"
"Thine most unsettling transition in temperament hath not passed unnoticed, and so it came to pass we monitored thine traversal home.. Pardon our discourtesy on that front, and bore witness to the development of thine predicament in its completeness."
Many of Larry's straps had been cut free in the period and he was able to move past the rest of them, "I... Thank you. Thank you so much."
Mallards patted the young man on the shoulder. "Let us now make our egress."
They left the basement and found themselves the hallway of a middle class household, greeted by a homunculus in a black leather unitard with skin so slimy and pale it seemed to fuse with his messy, chalk-white hair.
"Misssssssssion successsssssssful, I presssssssssume?" The homunculus hissed, getting a thumbs up from the pigman, "Great, let'ssssssssss get out of here then..."

Just as they were about to leave however, Shirley moved before the door, blocking the door, "Leaving so soon, Larry? Oh, but we haven't even begun the fun yet! Why don't you sit down for a few minutes... Or years. Why, your monster Friends can join you!"
The homunculus extended his arm towards her as his hand begun to swell and bloat, becoming a huge clotty lump. Soon it burst, the sleeve of his unitard dangling as his arm had been replaced with a swarm of flies soaring in the air, so many and so dense they might have been mistaken for a black fog. Shirley screamed and covers her head, giving the villains the opportunity to push her away and make their way through the door.
"Nice job, Leggy!" Andy said as they make their way over the grassy hills. Shirley wasn't intent on letting this go as she took out her cellphone and dialed her friends.

Soon enough the villains stopped in their tracks as they beheld dussins, if not hundreds of girls coming towards them in the faint moonlight.

"Oh crap!" Leggy said and turned on his heels along with the rest of the villains and runs the other way, yet Andy couldn't quite seem to keep up with them. When the other villains stopped and looked back at the heavily panting pig man he stopped as well and pulled out his rusty railway spike. "Go ahead lads! Don't stop fer me, I'll hold them off. Just watch me."
"Andy, no!" Larry yelled out and extended his hand. Mallard and Leggy had to grab him and pull him away.
"Do not fear for him, tis what he would have wanted"
Andy started swatting left and right at the fangirls with the head of his rusty spike, but for every one fangirl he struck down two more rose, until he was swarmed and fell down.

The villains had managed to make it out to Mallard's Sedan where an animated, decaying corpse was playing with his cellphone. When he saw the group heading his way, and the army of fangirls behind them he sat himself down in the driver's seat and started the car up. The other villains opened the doors and jumped in as the car moved up to the freeway. The fangirls jumped at the car and held on to the paint job as hard as they could while trying to open the door, but as soon as the car gained enough speed they fell off and looked at their prize getting away after all they did to catch him.
For the first time in the night, Larry could sink back into the car seat and relax.
"What the hell happened out there!? Where the hell is Andy?" The animated corpse peered over his shoulder.
"Andy is...." Larry started, then looked back at the swarm of fangirls that took Andy down with a sad expression. Whatever those psychos had in store for him Will now be his fate. "...I'll never forget him, or what he did..."
"Oh for fucks sake!" The animated corpse dunks hid head on the wheel, "Why Andy though? He was...."
"...he wasssssssss a good man" Leggy said sincerely, "and a great villain..." the flies in the car swarmed on his face and dug into his skin, making the sleeve of his jumpsuit slowly fill.
Mallard made a cross gesture.
"Guys... I can't tell you how happy I am to see you. For a moment I... I thought you didn't care about me at all."

A silence befell the car.

"Ah... You know how it is..." Leggy finally said.
"Yeah. Some strapping new villain comes along with something brand new to the table." The animated corpse said, "it's real easy to be... Intimidated."
Larry blunk, "Intimidated? You guys?"
"Things are as they seem, not always," Mallard always," Mallard said, "Tis the way of the world to change with time. New villains arrive as the old ones become obsolete."
"Obsolete?" Larry chuckled in incredulity, "Guys, you're legends! I adored you when I was a kid! There's never gonna be a substitute for what you guys have done!"
Another silence fell over the car, "Yeeeeah... Sorry for treating you so rough back there. That's not what Halloween is about." The animated corpse said sincerely.
"Hey, no worries. I ended up having an exciting time after all."
"So..." Leggy said, fondling the last part of his sleeve yet to be filled up with flesh, "Anyone up for some trick or treating?"
"At this hour?" The corpse said, "It's bloody past two in the morning."
Mallard tented his fingers "Thy present us with this conundrum; when is the best time for trick and treating? Yet to me 'tis a simple matter, 'tis the time to honor the memory of a fallen comrade."

The corpse sighed, "Whatever you say, chief. Guess we owe it to ourselves to make this night count."

The car sped to through the freeway towards the city where the real Halloween celebrations finally could begin.