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28 - College Charity Abduction
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By dudalb
Sunday June 21st 1998 05:15:00
In College, I planned the abduction and ransom of one of my instructors..Don’t worry, the victim was willing and it was for charity.
One College dean was an immigrant from England and occasionally tried to incorporate English university ideas into our very American campus. usually the ideas flopped. But one idea that worked was to take our annual Animal House day celebration and turn in something useful for charity......An Americanized version of the British Rags mentioned in previous posting. A formal Parade was not involved, and most of the events were held at a large park which bordered the campus. The idea was that the normal hijinks and mischief would take place, but money would be collected for charity.
One of my Instructors was one of those individuals to whom God had been very good. She was about 33 Years old and drop dead beautiful. Blonde, and although the facial features were different, very Michelle Pffieferesque. As if this wasn’t enough she had a mind to match her looks. The fact that she at that age had gotten a college post in the very competitive academic market showed how smart she was. I don’t know her IQ but s couple of times I noted she was carrying a copy of the MENSA Newsletter.
There was one area in which God had not been kind. She was terribly nearsighted, and hated contact lenses. She wore large steel frame glasses. To me this actually added to her appeal.. And on top of this, she had a warm, outgoing personality which made it impossible to hate her for all the above good luck. Impossible, except for her fellow instructors. Anyone who’s been to college and heard their professors in unguarded moments knows how cutthroat. academic politics are. I think that because Dr. Jones (very fictitious name for the above instructor) had gotten the post at an early age caused resentment. And her extreme good looks caused of course rumors that she got the post by sleeping her way to the top. This was nonsense. It was a State university and all positions were filled by an board, not an individual. And her credentials were impeccable. Magna Cum Laude from a major university, Straight 4.0 average. awards, etc. But jealousy and malice can always overcome logic and common sense.
To show how bad it got: She was from Texas and had the full accent and made no attempt to drop it. This lead to a rumor she was a bigot. Ironically it was her afro -American students and fellow instructors who came militantly to her defense. But it show how far resentment will go. Because of this she threw herself into non academic college activities to make herself acceppted. Fundraiser, community projects, etc. So when the plans for the charity \ Animal house day was announced. she ask the student association for her department (Of which I was a member) for ideas of how she could help us raise money and win the prize. I of course, as those you who have read my post on Canuck’s childhood teenage page know I would, had thought on several occasions of how Nice Prof. Jones would look bound and gagged. (Nothing personal, I really liked her as a teacher(she was a very good one) and as an indivdual.) But I wrote this off as unlikely to happen. BUt Now I saw an opportnuity. Why not play a grown up version of one of the kidnapping games we played as kids? With a real ransom going to charity?
By this time I was heavily into military history and decided to use strategy. First I contacted the Pres. Of the students group. who happened to be a women-and proposed the idea. She had a sense of humor and thought it would be unique. together we approached Dr. Jones about “kidnapping “Her for charity. After a discussion of what was involved she agreed. As a first step Dr. Jones agreed to contact the campus police and the Sheriff’s department and tell them what was to happen to avoid misunderstandings. The Sheriff ended up giving us some advice.Like many Police departments, they had taken part in charity drives by “arresting†well known citizen and putting them in jail until “Bail†was raised(Of course the citizens were volunteers.This is a pretty common charity event in the States-usually with a local T.V. or radio station providing publicity)He promised that the deputies on duty that day would be instructed not to interfere.We got the same promise from he campus police. We explained to Dr; Jones that she would be bound and gagged for a good portion of her captivity, and much of it would be in public.We told her we would have rehearsals to be sure she would be OK during the kidnapping. She was a very good sport about it, and seemed to see it as a act of defiance to some of the hostile faculty member
A couple of evenings before the kidnapping we had a rehearsal. The main purpose was to insure that our victim would be bound in such a way as to insure a minimum of discomfort. To look real it had to be real, but not so real as to cause pain. It went smoothly. Animal House day dawned. It was a day when the campus went wild. every club had a skit or game of some sort, and a lot of campus regulation were ignored.The name of course was from the Film beloved of all U.S. College students, and the only thing missing on our campus was the late, great, John Belushi. The deans idea was to turn this into an event that would raise money for good causes. As long as it didn’t intefere with the fun,the students agreed.
After engaging in a ritual food fight, the Kidnap team carefully composed of two boys and two girls assembeled. Our weapons were supersoakers, brightly painted in outrageous colors to prevent anyone from getting the idea they were real weapons. We were dressed in a variety of clothes and we all had on those phony phony big nose, big mustache, big eyeglasses masks.The whole idea was to convince everybody that this was what it was...a Animal House day stunt. Dr. Jones offices were in some temporary building on one side of the campus while the main building were being remodeled. It was easy to sneak in..not to fool Dr.Jones, but to keep some other faculty member from freaking.Most of them had cancelled classes that day any way,knowing their attendance would be null. Dr.Jones was in her office talking with another faculty member one of the ones who was on her side. We decided to take a chance and improvise..We burst in, Supersoakers at the ready, announced this was a kidnapping. (If you think a lot of college games are slightly more elaborate versions of kids games, you’re right.)We told the other faculty member to stand in the corner and be quiet. She looked surprised but Dr. Jones told her it a prearranged stunt for charity. and the other faculty member obliged.
Dr. Jones had been warned to wear old comfortable clothes, and she had on a pair of slacks and, the morning being a little chilly, Dallas Cowboys long sleeved jersey. (one of her few flaws in my opinion was that she supported the Dallas Cowboys, a foot ball team I despised -and continue to hate.) I pulled her wrists behind her, crossed them and proceeded to tie them with soft clothesline. I was careful to make the knots tight enough to hold her but loose enough to allow circulation. One of the girl kidnappers pulled out a strip of adhesive tape and gagged her with it. (We had tested two or three gags on her and she found this one the most comfortable.)We than hustled her out the door,telling the other faculty member to count to ten then scream her head off if she wished. (We wished she would, at this point the more publicity the better.) We headed across the campus toward her class room the place where the hostage would be held. A couple of campus police, having been warned in advance stood by and just grinned. It wasn’t long before a crowd begun following us. To see a beautiful women hauled bound and gagged across the Quad was not something you saw everyday. The photographer for the School paper (we had dropped a few hints in advance.) took a photo. A few fellow instructors at first thought it was a student but when they recognized her their mouths fell open. Dr, Jones Saw this and I could hear her giggling through her gag. We reached the Class room took her inside and sat her on the instructor’s chair. Her ankles were bound together and her upper body lashed to the chair.
TO BE CONTINUED
28 - College Charity Abduction
Story index at the bottom
By dudalb
Sunday June 21st 1998 05:15:00
In College, I planned the abduction and ransom of one of my instructors..Don’t worry, the victim was willing and it was for charity.
One College dean was an immigrant from England and occasionally tried to incorporate English university ideas into our very American campus. usually the ideas flopped. But one idea that worked was to take our annual Animal House day celebration and turn in something useful for charity......An Americanized version of the British Rags mentioned in previous posting. A formal Parade was not involved, and most of the events were held at a large park which bordered the campus. The idea was that the normal hijinks and mischief would take place, but money would be collected for charity.
One of my Instructors was one of those individuals to whom God had been very good. She was about 33 Years old and drop dead beautiful. Blonde, and although the facial features were different, very Michelle Pffieferesque. As if this wasn’t enough she had a mind to match her looks. The fact that she at that age had gotten a college post in the very competitive academic market showed how smart she was. I don’t know her IQ but s couple of times I noted she was carrying a copy of the MENSA Newsletter.
There was one area in which God had not been kind. She was terribly nearsighted, and hated contact lenses. She wore large steel frame glasses. To me this actually added to her appeal.. And on top of this, she had a warm, outgoing personality which made it impossible to hate her for all the above good luck. Impossible, except for her fellow instructors. Anyone who’s been to college and heard their professors in unguarded moments knows how cutthroat. academic politics are. I think that because Dr. Jones (very fictitious name for the above instructor) had gotten the post at an early age caused resentment. And her extreme good looks caused of course rumors that she got the post by sleeping her way to the top. This was nonsense. It was a State university and all positions were filled by an board, not an individual. And her credentials were impeccable. Magna Cum Laude from a major university, Straight 4.0 average. awards, etc. But jealousy and malice can always overcome logic and common sense.
To show how bad it got: She was from Texas and had the full accent and made no attempt to drop it. This lead to a rumor she was a bigot. Ironically it was her afro -American students and fellow instructors who came militantly to her defense. But it show how far resentment will go. Because of this she threw herself into non academic college activities to make herself acceppted. Fundraiser, community projects, etc. So when the plans for the charity \ Animal house day was announced. she ask the student association for her department (Of which I was a member) for ideas of how she could help us raise money and win the prize. I of course, as those you who have read my post on Canuck’s childhood teenage page know I would, had thought on several occasions of how Nice Prof. Jones would look bound and gagged. (Nothing personal, I really liked her as a teacher(she was a very good one) and as an indivdual.) But I wrote this off as unlikely to happen. BUt Now I saw an opportnuity. Why not play a grown up version of one of the kidnapping games we played as kids? With a real ransom going to charity?
By this time I was heavily into military history and decided to use strategy. First I contacted the Pres. Of the students group. who happened to be a women-and proposed the idea. She had a sense of humor and thought it would be unique. together we approached Dr. Jones about “kidnapping “Her for charity. After a discussion of what was involved she agreed. As a first step Dr. Jones agreed to contact the campus police and the Sheriff’s department and tell them what was to happen to avoid misunderstandings. The Sheriff ended up giving us some advice.Like many Police departments, they had taken part in charity drives by “arresting†well known citizen and putting them in jail until “Bail†was raised(Of course the citizens were volunteers.This is a pretty common charity event in the States-usually with a local T.V. or radio station providing publicity)He promised that the deputies on duty that day would be instructed not to interfere.We got the same promise from he campus police. We explained to Dr; Jones that she would be bound and gagged for a good portion of her captivity, and much of it would be in public.We told her we would have rehearsals to be sure she would be OK during the kidnapping. She was a very good sport about it, and seemed to see it as a act of defiance to some of the hostile faculty member
A couple of evenings before the kidnapping we had a rehearsal. The main purpose was to insure that our victim would be bound in such a way as to insure a minimum of discomfort. To look real it had to be real, but not so real as to cause pain. It went smoothly. Animal House day dawned. It was a day when the campus went wild. every club had a skit or game of some sort, and a lot of campus regulation were ignored.The name of course was from the Film beloved of all U.S. College students, and the only thing missing on our campus was the late, great, John Belushi. The deans idea was to turn this into an event that would raise money for good causes. As long as it didn’t intefere with the fun,the students agreed.
After engaging in a ritual food fight, the Kidnap team carefully composed of two boys and two girls assembeled. Our weapons were supersoakers, brightly painted in outrageous colors to prevent anyone from getting the idea they were real weapons. We were dressed in a variety of clothes and we all had on those phony phony big nose, big mustache, big eyeglasses masks.The whole idea was to convince everybody that this was what it was...a Animal House day stunt. Dr. Jones offices were in some temporary building on one side of the campus while the main building were being remodeled. It was easy to sneak in..not to fool Dr.Jones, but to keep some other faculty member from freaking.Most of them had cancelled classes that day any way,knowing their attendance would be null. Dr.Jones was in her office talking with another faculty member one of the ones who was on her side. We decided to take a chance and improvise..We burst in, Supersoakers at the ready, announced this was a kidnapping. (If you think a lot of college games are slightly more elaborate versions of kids games, you’re right.)We told the other faculty member to stand in the corner and be quiet. She looked surprised but Dr. Jones told her it a prearranged stunt for charity. and the other faculty member obliged.
Dr. Jones had been warned to wear old comfortable clothes, and she had on a pair of slacks and, the morning being a little chilly, Dallas Cowboys long sleeved jersey. (one of her few flaws in my opinion was that she supported the Dallas Cowboys, a foot ball team I despised -and continue to hate.) I pulled her wrists behind her, crossed them and proceeded to tie them with soft clothesline. I was careful to make the knots tight enough to hold her but loose enough to allow circulation. One of the girl kidnappers pulled out a strip of adhesive tape and gagged her with it. (We had tested two or three gags on her and she found this one the most comfortable.)We than hustled her out the door,telling the other faculty member to count to ten then scream her head off if she wished. (We wished she would, at this point the more publicity the better.) We headed across the campus toward her class room the place where the hostage would be held. A couple of campus police, having been warned in advance stood by and just grinned. It wasn’t long before a crowd begun following us. To see a beautiful women hauled bound and gagged across the Quad was not something you saw everyday. The photographer for the School paper (we had dropped a few hints in advance.) took a photo. A few fellow instructors at first thought it was a student but when they recognized her their mouths fell open. Dr, Jones Saw this and I could hear her giggling through her gag. We reached the Class room took her inside and sat her on the instructor’s chair. Her ankles were bound together and her upper body lashed to the chair.
TO BE CONTINUED