Hannigan's Hostage

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HANNIGAN'S HOSTAGE
Neil Burns

Fantasy starring our favorite band geek/lesbian witch. M/F, bondage, flatulence, light S&M, other stuff. Enjoy and comments are welcome.

It was a snowy Mid-January afternoon and Allison Hannigan was having a little get-together at her Colorado hideaway with her staff and about fifty fans who were lucky enough to win a contest where the prize was to party with her and Elizabeth Shannon from AMERICAN PIE. The red-haired, green-eyed star from the PIE trilogy and BUFFY was clad in a pink Playboy bunny outfit minus the shoes. Elizabeth was sporting a yellow outfit and both were with a small group of guests having a farting contest. The two PIE stars were ripping some very choice bombs and the sweet aroma was mingling with the crowd across the entire room as Shannon joked that her co-star's nickname on the set was "Fartigan".

Neil Burns, Allison's recently-hired personal assistant, smiled from the sofa he was sitting on as he watched the goings-on. Allison Hannigan. Lesbian Witch. Horny Band Geek. And a real down-to-earth sweetheart. She was a very generous, fair employee who liked to teasingly flirt with Neil on occassion, a rub-against here and a handjob there. Her former BUFFY co-star/husband Alexis Denisof was in New Zealand for a year shooting two movies back-to-back, leaving Neil as the "man of the house". He knew she was flatulent as she liked to hang around the house gassing up a storm, but he also discovered that she was a bit of a closet fetishist, having gone into her room to pick up something for her and accidently discovering a hidden room with various "items" and a rubber outfit or two. His reverie was interrupted as he saw the two "bunnies" eye him with wicked intent and, excusing themselves, walking over to him. Thank you, God. The two stood side-by-side with sweet smiles with hands by their sides, though their eyes glimmered with the evilest of intentions.

"Hi," Allison cooed. "I'm Allison."
"Hi," Shannon purred. "I'm Shannon."
"We will be your Bunnies tonight." both said together.
"Lucky me," Neil smiled. "Two lovely little bunnies for the price of one."

Both turned around with their lovely bottoms sticking in Neil's face and her heads turned over their shoulders as their smiles broadened.

"Have a squeeze," Shannon coaxed. Neil complied and got two twin bass blasts.
"Ooh," Allison giggled. "In stereo."
"We love doing that. We can synchronize our farts."
"Nice talent," Neil mused, the odor burning his nostrils.
"Here," Shannon stroked Neil's cheek and stood him up. "Let us make you more comfortable."

Before Neil could do anything, the AMERICAN PIE star lowered his jeans and underwear to his ankles, revealing a hardening member. Both Allison and Shannon plants long kisses on his lips while taking turns fondling and pumping his shaft. God! This is heaven! They then lowered him on the enormous plush sofa with Allison putting his head on her lap and Shannon sitting on the end and swinging her athletic black-hosed-encased legs onto the sofa and placing her feet onto his crotch. Her feet locked onto the stiffie and began to slowly and gently rub and massage it, elicting a soft moan. Up and down. Back and forth. Up and down. Back and forth. The motions aroused Neil as Allison stroked his hair and cheek, a beatific smile on her Celtic-featured visage as her lips rained kisses in him. A few guests looked their way, but the other staff members did not even bat an eyelash or spare a look, having seen it all before. Neil could not believe his luck. He was being given a footjob by one AMERICAN PIE hottie and stroked and kissed by another. All I need is Tara Reid and I'll have the trifecta. Unbeknownst to him, Allison took a small vial from her cleavage and poured a tiny amount of powder in Neil's drink. Shannon grinned conspiratorally as she continued to play with his rock-hard member until it was approaching cum-readiness.

"Not yet," she purred. "It's Allison's turn. You want to switch?"
"Let's do it," Allison giggled as the two got up and crossed each other.

Allison sat down on the end and swung up her legs and locked her feet on Neil's member while Elisabeth knelt down on Neil's face, her tail tickling and rubbing against his nose. The bottom of her corset smelled of sweat, recent farts and seven-month-old-gas. She must not wash this too often. Ignoring the stench, he began to lick it very slowly and gently, elicting a giggle from Shannon as another toxic blast escaped. Allison's laughing tickled Neil's ears.

"You read my mind, Neil," she cooed. "I was going to say, 'smell my stinky ass!' 'lick it. You know you want to'."
"He must be a mindreader," Allison observed.
"You also must've gathered that I didn't wash this outfit."
"I haven't washed mine in over a year. I love how it's all gross and stinky."
"Me too. You enjoying yourself, Neil?"

Shannon's bottom muffled his response, but the answer sounded positive as she ground and gyrated her ass, digging it harder against his face tooting all the while as Allison rubbed and teased his cock with her feet and her hands pumping it slowly, increasing his agony by not allowing him to climax. After what seemed like an hour, he was finally allowed to shoot his load and both Allison and Elisabeth enjoyed the spoils, their tongues dancing and caressing Neil's stiffness. Neil panted heavily from relief and excitement as Allison and Shannon sat him up and began kissing him and caressing him.

"HOLY SHIT!" Neil exclaimed. "That was fucking INCREDIBLE!"
"Alexis seems to think so," Shannon shrugged while gently blowing in his ear.
"Yeah," Allison smirked, tongueing his other ear. "We'd do it to him twice a week."
"Well," Neil stated. "He is one lucky sonofabitch, I must say."
"He's gone for a year. So, you are the lucky sonofabitch for the time being."
"Works for me."
"Here." Shannon put in, giving Neil his drink. "You look like you could use a drink."
"Bless you, child."

As he put it to his lips. Shannon giggled as she mouthed "Don't bless me yet" to Allison. It took the drug only a matter of moments before it affected Neil who lowered his head on Allison's shoulder and went into unconsciousness. Allison smiled as she held him while stroking his hair, Shannon rubbing his back. The two stood him up and began to walk him across the room, getting a stare or two.

"Is he all right?" a guest asked.
"He's fine," Shannon lied sweetly. "He just needs to lie down."
"Yeah," Allison confirmed. "He just can't hold his liqour very well."
"Oh, well," the guest shrugged. "Hopes he feels better."
"Thank you."
"We'll take care of him," Shannon winked.
"I'm sure you will," the guest chuckled. "Lucky fucker."

The two "Bunnies" made it to the master bedroom and gently lay Neil on the giant circular bed. They then climbed on and knelt on either side, caressing his hair and cheek smiling warmly and wickedly as delightful, evil thoughts danced in their heads.
They removed Neil's clothes until he was stark naked and draped a blanket over him.

"We'll take care of him later," Allison purred. "Let's get back to the party."
"Cool," Shannon cooed. "I can't wait. He is in for a good time."
"That he is."
"Plesant dreams, Neil. You are in for a treat."
"Sleep tight."

The two laughed wickedly as they exited, leaving a sleeping Neil unaware of what he was in for. A bit later, Neil woke up and saw that he was standing tied-up and naked in the living room where the party had taken place a few hours before. Feeling something against his legs he guessed that he was tied to a frame to keep him from falling. He tried talking, but found that he couldn't because of the duct tape that covered his mouth. How long was I out? Where is everyone? Giggling caught his ear. He turned and saw Allison approaching him enpointe, her feet clad in pink ballet slippers, a red boa around her neck and a fairy wand in her hands. She was wearing pink satin Victoria's Secret underwear and body glitter on her arms, chest and face. The visual reminded Neil of the "OSBOURNES" episode where it was Ozzy's birthday and adult star Dita Von Tease, wearing a similar outfit, was the entertainment. Gliding up to Neil, Allison kissed his cheek and began to tickle his crotch with the boa, arousing the captured personal assistant.

"Hey, sleepyhead," the ex-BUFFY-ite smirked. "You awake?"

Neil could not respond due to the duct tape over his mouth. Allison draped her arms over his bare shoulders and started to caress his hair and tickle his nose with the boa as she draped her leg around his tied ones. Her perfume and gas combined to make a rather potent odor. Her lips glided to his ear where she began to tongue and blow into it.

"You look so cute. All helpless and vulnerable. Yes, this is my 'Dita Von Tease' outfit. I also saw that OSBOURNE episode. I actually met her. Very nice lady."

Color me impressed. Neil thought sarcastically, although he started to find his being helpless and teased by a hot chick not too bad. Her grin broadening, Allison wrapped the boa around Neil's neck and started to use the lower end to cruelly stroke and tease his hardening member. As Neil's resistance diminished further, a trap door opened and chains suddenly lowered from the ceiling and locked onto the frame holding Neil up. The personal assistant immediately found himself hovering horizontal above the floor at about Allison's chest-level. The giggling redhead hopped on her "human swing," her bottom firmly planted on Neil's face, and began to swing back and forth cooing in delight as blast after toxic blast ripped her personal assistant's nose and respiratory system. Neil started to feel that he might throw up because of the farting and the swinging motion playing havoc with his stomach.

"Isn't this fun?" Allison purred. "Alexis loves this." I'm sure he does. "How does my twat taste, by the way? You know you want to lick it."

I can't tell. My MOUTH IS FUCKING TAPED PLUS I'M GETTING SICK TO MY STOMACH WITH THIS GODDAMN SWINGING! Allison seemed to get turned on by her suffering personal assistant's moaning and swung even harder and faster. Her gas also seemed to rip louder and with more frequency as well. Finally, the stench and the motion was too much and Neil blacked out, Allison's laughing ringing in his ears. Neil woke up to find himself on an enormous circular bed, tied-up and nude. He looked around and saw that a nine-foot diving board stood in front of the bed. Okay. And I wonder what this is doing here. The happy couple sure must have an interesting sex life. As he indulged in that thought, Allison walked in wearing a navy-blue Speedo and white cap. Her figure was accented very nicely in the form-hugging material as she did a mock model-turn.

"How're you feeling?" she smiled. "Your stomach back to normal. It's the same with Alexis. He likes the 'human swing', but his stomach is also a bit sensitive."

Damn. She is a kinky little bitch, ain't she? Giggling, Allison sauntered onver to the ladder and placed one foot on the bottom step and leaned against it.

"In case, you're wondering, Alexis likes this too and yes I am a kinky bitch. I'm also a former high champion diver and swimmer for my old high school. I have a surprise for you. Ladies?"

At that moment, two girls walked in dressed similiarly in navy Speedos and white caps. It was Shannon Elizabeth and Tara Reid. Both also wore the same wicked smiles their red-haired AMERICAN PIE co-star wore. I don't know whether to say HELP! or THANK YOU, GOD!

"Hi, Neil," Shannon cooed. "Are you comfortable?"
"Hey, dude," Tara smirked. "Sorry I wasn't here for the fun yesterday. The director was being a real asshole."
"Been there, done that," Allison put in.
"Tell me about it," Shannon sighed. "Dickerson was a shithead also."
"So we all want to kill our directors." Allison smiled at Neil. "Please don't take this personally, but we need an outlet."
"Yeah. We like you, but nobody else is available."

With that, the three ex-high school divers lined up at the diving board. Allison climbed up slowly, letting Neil get a good look at her legs. She then sauntered to the edge and jumped up and down a few times. Neil's eyebrows shot upward in concern.

"Don't worry," Allison mock-assured. "This won't hurt. Much"

The ex-band geek/lesbo witch then executed a graceful swan dive, landing on her helpless personal assistant, the impace almost lifting Neil off the bed. Giggling, she lay on top of him, her head sideways on his so he could smell the soft heavenly red tresses as she embraced him and ran a finger up and down his chest. Shannon climbed up and did a running jacknife just as Allison got out of the way, landing kneeling on his face, ripping a loud blast as her ass hit his nose. Tara walked to the end of the board and turned around. She then did a twisting backflip and landed kneeling on his chest. Raising her ass slightly, she also ripped two soft bombs. Thus it went for the next hour, Neil was helpless as he was dove on, farted on as his tormentors rubbed their asses in his face and against his member. When is this going to end! I thought it might be fun, but this FUCKING SUCKS! No wonder the guy took off for a year! Allison stroked Neil's hair after her double-twist-jacknife-four-fart special.

"Okay, guys," she giggled. "Break time."
"Yeah," Tara purred, fondling Neil's member. "I'm hungry."
"What do you have in mind, Al?" Shannon asked.
"How about a penis sundae?"

As she said this, Allison leaned over the bed and opened the hidden compartment, pulling out a cake icer and whipped cream. Tara and Shannon nodded in wicked approval. Allison squeezed the icer and a curlicue of pink frosting slowly creeped out onto Neil's bare ankle. The redhead squeezed the frosting out all the way up both legs and stopped just below the genitilia. She then covered it with whipped cream. Shannon slowly licked the frosting on one leg as Elizabeth licked the other. When they got to the crotch, they took turns licking the whipped cream off, tonguing and teasing the member in the process, elicting an agonized yet aroused moan. Meanwhile, Allison sat on Neil's face slowly grinding her Speedo-encased bottom against his hose and tooting all the while, increasing the "fragrance". It was then Allison's turn to enjoy the sundae. Allison's tongue danced gently up both legs, licking up and spreading out the frosting until she got to the member and slowly savored the whipped cream-covered genitilia as Tara and Elizabeth blasted Neil with stereo farting. After getting their fill, the three Speedo-clad AMERICAN PIE alum gave Neil each two more "diving farts" before leaving him tied and gassed.

"Wake up, honey."

Neil started awake and found himself still nude and tied up, but he know was on his knees. He looked where the voice came from and saw the three ladies dressed in sleeveless leotards that were supposed to resemble tuxedos, fishnets, gray bowlers and gray tapshoes. Now what the hell is this supposed to be? Cuffs and gray gloves completed the ensemble. The smirking PIE stars jaunted over, their heels clacking against the floor smugly, and struck a pose two feet away from him. Suddenly, a jazzed-up rendition of "In The Mood" sounded from hidden speakers and the trio began tapping. The clacking rang in Neil's ears as they circled around him and occassionally stopped to gas him. The music switched to Lou Baega's "A Little" and the tapping and farting continued, with the three forming a triangle and barely missing him with their kicks. Then it switched to Sir Mixalot's "Baby Got Back" and Neil was treated to three leotard-clad asses shaking, grinding against his face and foul blasting. The stench was too much as he again past out, giggling in his ears.

"Poor Neil," Tara laughed. "I actually feel bad for him."
"Me, too," cooed Shannon. "He is taking this like a trooper."
"Too bad he has a whole year or so to deal with this," Allison smirked.

Later, Neil woke up with a strange feeling and looked around and up. He saw that he was in a vac-bed with his head and peter exposed. Otherwise, his body was encased and sealed in rubber. He saw various devices and toys on the walls and realized that he was in one of Allison's "fetish rooms". The door opened and Allison walked in, her figure encased in a black hooded rubber catsuit with the front of her feet bare. Giggling, she walked over, her green eyes glimmering with mischief, and lay on top of him, stroking his hair.

"Hi," she purred. "How're you doing?"

A muffled response was the only answer. Allison kissed Neil's forehead.

"You are such a good personal assistant. Unfortunately, Tara and Shannon had to leave an hour ago. But, you'll see them this weekend. Meanwhile, it's just you and me."

A soft hissing poof tooted as the ex-witch lowered her head on top of Neil's and turned it sideways as she placed one hand on his shoulder and another on his exposed crotch, playing with it, purring softly. Four or five loud bombs chorused as he moaned and struggled to get free. She then wrapped her arms around her neck and began to lick him and tongue his ear. God! I love it when she does that! Allison then sat on Neil's face and started playing with his member, leaning back against the headboard and casually resting her arms along the top. Another symphony of bombs
"serenaded" her personal assistant who was praying for it all to end.

"Rubber and gas," Allison mused. "I always wondered what the two of them smelled like together. What do you think?"

Another several bombs and dickrubs later, Allison lay back down on Neil and kissed his forehead as she removed the duct tape from his mouth. Relieved at finally being able to speak, he was about to when a pair of succluent scarlet ones planted down on his and locked them into a sensual kiss.

"Thanks!" he exclaimed.
"No problem," Allison purred. "You were a good personal assistant. None of the others I had could deal with this."
"Do you do all this shit with Alexis?"
"Honey," Allison grinned wickedly as she stroked his cheek. "This is only a little taste. A tease of what I do to him."
"Really. Can't wait to see what else."
"Like I said, that's for when Shannon and Tara come back for the weekend."
"Sounds good."
"Meantime, you want Italian or Chinese?"
"I feel like Chinese tonight."
"Good. I know a great place plus the owner's daughter and I went to high school together."
"Did you both go to band camp?" Neil winked.

Allison responded by kneeling on his face and giving him one more good bumblast, grinding her ass into his nose as the stench assaulted his airways. After that, the two left looking forward to dinner and a fun weekend.

THE END

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