(A/N: Just a little heads-up: I have no experience with kidnap plots, so this is going to be brief. Plus it contains sexy costumes for Halloween, Christmas, or whenever. Enjoy! Probably...)

High School Daze

Ch. 6

Strong footsteps made her freeze, before a very familiar man walked in the room. "The bus driver?" Hey eyebrows raised up in shock, but staying silent, he removed his toupée and sunglasses, revealing his true identity. Her eyes widened in horror, before they squinted. "I knew it."

"You missed me, Tuck?" Mr. Pangborn smiled creepily at her after pulling her gag off.

She raised an eyebrow cockily at him, trying to hide her fear with her restrained hands clenched into fists. "Awfully hard to miss someone who ogled me since my pre-adolescent days."

He walked closer to her, until he was less than a foot away, making her feel nervous inside, but she hid it. "Make smart-alecky remarks while you can. Because while you're here with me, you'll want to watch what you say. If you don't... it won't be pretty."

Shenzi glared angrily, the fear fading away. "If you try to hurt me, I swear I'll...!"

"Hurt you?" Pangborn laughed at her words, "I would never hurt a girl like you. You're delicate, sensitive." He reached towards her, making her tense up. "And besides, I would get in trouble for it."

"You're in trouble for taking me here!" Shenzi yelled angrily, "Now get away from me, you pervert!" She let out a strangled squeal when he poked her bare stomach, just below her belly button. Since her arms were restrained, she couldn't protect herself.

"You watch your mouth, Tuck. Or it'll get much worse than that."

Anger filled her up, pushing all the fear out. "No! You're not the boss of me! And not all of the tickling in the world will get me to do anything you say!"

With an evil smile, Pangborn took out a long, stiff feather. "You want to test that?" Her eyes widened as she tensed up again.

Meanwhile, the group of teens, plus Matt and Dil, and their families were searching for their friend, and showing posters to anyone they could encounter. "You really think it was Pangborn?" Chuckie asked Frankie after she shared theory with them, "It was him in a bad dream I had."

"And who else would take her?" Kimi chimed in.

"That dude Tyler is kind of a possessive creep, according to Shenzi, but he's no criminal," Phil added.

"And Samantha Shane is no kidnapper," Angelica said.

"Who else has a problem with Shenzi of any kind?" Lil wondered aloud, "Pangborn's the only suspect left. Not to mention the one most likely to be the culprit. I mean, she's done nothing wrong, as far as I know; Who else would just snatch her off the streets with no regards to how devastated her loved ones would be?"

Tommy was lost in his thoughts, before an important one came to him. "Guys! I just remembered!" Everyone quickly turned to him. "I read in the newspaper that we have a new bus driver!"

"What does that have to do with Shenzi?" Chuckie asked him, "Or Pangborn?"

"The one we had after Grandpa looked strangely familiar, didn't he?" Tommy asked them, and they nodded, "Well, who's not to say it was Pangborn? I mean, who else would stare only at Shenzi, and glare only at Chuckie?"

"Hmm, now that you think about it, it is possible," Chuckie remarked, "He seemed to have the same face under that cheesy look. Large sunglasses like those are always suspicious, and his hair looked fake."

"New bus driver?" Kimi confirmed, "When did that happen?"

"I think it was yesterday," Tommy remarked.

"Yesterday, huh? Ah ha! That's our first clue!" Kimi exclaimed. "Let's tell the cops! Thanks for the clue, Tommy!"

As they headed for the police station, Frankie said something that was on all of their minds. "I can't imagine the torment that Shenzi could be going through, if it's that creep who took her."

"Nnnngh," Shenzi moaned with her teeth slightly bared. The perverted former wrestler was brushing the feather he took out on one of her bare armpits. It was already getting difficult keeping her ground; He seemed to know too much about her weaknesses. Her toes wiggled and curled when he teasingly tickled her feet with one finger. She wasn't very ticklish there, but her fishnet tights made the feeling worse. Her breath hitched and her eyes squeezed shut when the feather trailed down her side to where her shorts were, with her skin trembling when it was touched without protection. She thought that all her playful tickle fights with her friends throughout the years would help with endurance, but she still felt like she was going to burst any minute. She just tried even harder, as her vow ran through her head; He wasn't going to break her.

"What's the matter, tough girl?" Pangborn taunted her, "You going to give in?" She merely shook her head, looking like she was trying not to burst with anger. "Cat got your tongue? Well, not for long." He folded the front of her camisole up, and Shenzi whimpered when he wiggled the tip of the feather in her belly button. She tried to arch back, but from how stretched taut her torso was, it was impossible. He tickled harder when a small smile grew on her face against her will. Her arms trembled as her fingers spread out and bunched into fists.

When he tickled around one of her hip bones, just above her shorts, her eyes squeezed shut so tightly, they were getting sore, as were her teeth from being clenched harder. When Pangborn ran one hand and the feather slowly and torturously down her squirming sides, her throat was burning from holding in hysterical laughter for so long. When they started going back up, she burst with a sharp breath.

"Nyaahahahahahahaha!" She yelled out laughter, now pleasing him. She kept her eyes shut, not wanting to see how much he was enjoying this. "Stohohohohop ihihihit!"

"Do you know your place, Tuck? Will you do what I say?"

"N-nohohohohoho!"

"Maybe this will convince you." Pangborn took out another one, long and stiff as the first, and brushed them both on her bare sides, where they naturally curved in.

"Gyaahahahahahaha!" Tears welled up in Shenzi's eyes as she struggled to escape. When he tickled her belly button and just above her shorts again, she made her decision: Do whatever he said. She hated being weak, but it had to be better than him tickling her to death. Plus he'll get busted by the police one day; She knew it. "Ohohohokahahahay!" She squealed.

The former gym coach drew the feathers away. "Okay what?" He smiled smugly.

"I... I know my... p-place," She panted and sputtered for breath, "I'll... I'll d-do whatever you wa-want."

"Good girl," Pangborn undid the restraints on her wrists, so her arms fell down and protected her vulnerable body. "But if you disobey me, or try to scurry off, then it'll get much worse than that, understand?" She nodded, while still panting. "Good." He hoisted her up, with his left hand up her shirt over her belly. "Come on." Her breath hitched when his fingers moved along her trembling skin, and almost in her belly button. He led her to a small bedroom a short ways back from the living room. "This is where you're staying, my little slave." Her heart froze at the last part. Slave? She didn't expect that at all. She thought that she'd be doing some simple chores around the house, not cater to his every whim like some kind of maid. "Since it's late, you'll start tomorrow. Your new outfit will be on the door when you wake up."

"What? New outfit?"

"Right, Tuck. Since you're mine, I'll decide what you wear from now on." She was about to object, but stopped herself; She didn't want to be tickled again. "O-okay." "Your new pajamas are on the bed. Nighty-night, Tucky." After taunting her, and locking the door, he walked away, leaving her alone. The pajamas were black low-riding boyshorts, and a black knot-front ruffled cropped camisole.

After hesitantly changing, and setting her party clothes where she could find them, she laid in the surprisingly comfortable bed. She wrapped her arms around her bare torso as the events from only a minute ago ran through her mind. Tears welled up when she thought of Chuckie; She couldn't imagine how worried he must have been about her. Just before she drifted into a restless sleep, she whispered something that she wanted to say ever since the redhead came in her life. "I love you, Chuckie."

If only she knew that the next few weeks or so would be the worst of her life. Not to mention the weirdest.

That night, the teens flocked away to their respective homes to get some sleep, vowing to continue the search tomorrow. Chuckie laid face-up in his bed, unable to sleep once again. He and his friends shared their first clue with the police, so the search was still going on after they were thanked for the clue. "Where are you, Shenzi?" He whispered to the poster on his lap, "Send me a sign. Or anyone else in our group. Anything would work. Please." He rested his forehead on it like he had been almost every night. It seemed to provide comfort for him.

"I, I have to sleep." He felt weird talking to a poster, but he couldn't care less. He was alone anyway. "G'night. I love you, Shenzi." After kissing her lips on the poster, he held it to his chest, took off his glasses, and fell asleep.

The next morning, Shenzi woke up after a night of restless slumber. When she put on her glasses, she was surprised to see some kind of costume hanging on the door with a plastic hanger. Her vision cleared, and to her confusion, it looked like a French Maid outfit. There was a bra with panties, which had garter straps, a baby-doll like apron, fishnet thigh-high stockings, high-heels that would give her an extra 3.5 inches, two chiffon scrunchies, a hat that resembled that of a cop's, and a collar with white lace and a metal ring on the front. She was afraid of what the ring was for. She hesitantly changed into the costume, feeling exposed and humiliated, not to mention wobbly from the shoes, before she walked out of the room. Using the scrunchies, she tied her hair in two low ponytails, hoping that it was what he was going for. "Um, g-good morning, s-sir," She stammered nervously when she saw him in the living room.

He turned, and smiled creepily upon seeing her. "There she is. Get over here." She walked over to him, her heart pounding hard. He took out a metal chain leash with a black handle. "Now hold still."

"Wha-what's that for?"

"To assure that you'll come when needed." He closed the clasp on the ring on her choker, and gripped the handle firmly.

"Wh-what?!" She was now angry with humiliation, "I'm not a dog!" She squealed when he harshly poked her bare side.

"Don't take that tone with me, Tuck. Remember what I said yesterday."

"Y-yes sir. Um, what do I do first?"

The first few weeks were the strangest she had ever experienced in her whole life. As she catered to this pervert's every need, she was forced to wear sultry, hooker-esque costumes. Along with the French Maid, there was a nurse, cop (ironic, ain't it?), mobster and some others, all with a different ring choker for that dreaded leash. The only outfit without a collar was her pajamas, which never changed. Today, she was wearing a Santa-like outfit, with a crop top, skirt, striped thigh-highs with buckles, platform peep-toe pumps, and a wreath ring choker. After a week, she knew why all of her outfits revealed her mid-section; So he could easily, torturously tickle her if she did anything wrong. She learned that while wearing the cop costume; She made a snarky remark, and was tickled for almost 10 minutes without a break.

What did she have to do for him? Serve him, let him touch her, or just stand in front of him and "look pretty", as he put it. She hated doing all of those. If she stood in place when he didn't want her to, he would yank her over to him with the leash, almost choking her every time.

As she was forced to let him view her in the uncomfortable costume, she desperately hoped that her friends and family were doing everything she could to find her. Because if she wasn't found by the police soon, then she just might take the risk, and try to expose herself to the public on her own. If she's found, then she might lay off the crop tops for a while.

The weeks flew by at a slow pace for her. Another embarrassing outfit she was forced to wear was one like a Playboy Bunny, with a black lace veil on the headband, and a harness for the leash instead of a collar. One day, the costume she had to wear was so humiliating, she almost refused to change into it, willing to take the risk of punishment for disobeying her "master." It was a Cupid-like outfit with a cropped bustier, a short skirt, red thigh high heeled boots, a red heart bopper headband, small red Cupid wings on her back, and a red ring choker. "Do I really have to wear club outfits just to be a maid?" She asked him with annoyance.

"Yes," He snapped, but she wasn't effected by it, "Because I say so. Now stand by the fire place." With a small groan, she stumbled over to the lit-up fireplace, feeling unsteady in her uncomfortable boots.

'Please,' She silently prayed, 'Please let someone find me. I want to go home.'

Chuckie and the gang searched high and low for the missing member of their little group, along with their families as the weeks went by. A while into it, Lil got Harold to aid in their mission; They had been going out for a few months, after bonding from the Living Skills class, so she knew how to convince him, although he was happy to help. Most of them were starting to lose hope after a few weeks with no luck, but they didn't dare speak of it, afraid of jinxing themselves and each other.

Chuckie, Frankie, and Fridge were more determined to find her than their all friends put together. They did everything they could to find the Goth girl that they knew and loved, and to keep their hopes strong. They weren't giving up until they would find her, no matter what. Even if anyone else should give up, they wouldn't stop until Shenzi was safe and sound with her loved ones. It was the same case with Shenzi and Frankie's parents.

"We're never going to find her!" Harold exclaimed distressfully after a while of no luck.

"Yes we are!" Chuckie snapped. He noticed that as they searched, he was getting more and more moody. Was it because his friends seemed to be throwing in the towel? Probably. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm not giving up until she is safe!"

"Me neither!" Frankie agreed.

"I'm not either!" Fridge chimed in.

"Count me in!" Susie glared with determination.

"I'm going to find her, even if it kills me." Phil held out his hand. "Who's with me?" One by one, the friends stacked their hands together on top of his. "For Shenzi!"

"For Shenzi!" They all exclaimed as they shot their hands up simultaneously.

"But what'll we do?" Harold asked them, "We've probably searched the entire town."

"Hmm..." They all tried to think of what to do next.

"I got it!" Dil yelled out, and everyone gathered around it.

"What is it, D?" Tommy asked his little brother.

"We go to our middle school's superintendant, and ask him for Pangborn's address!"

"That's brilliant!" Tommy exclaimed, "You're a genius, little bro! Why didn't we think of that in the first place?"

"Maybe because we made it harder than it is?" Dil theorized.

"Let's get over there!" Phil commanded.

"Thank you, Dil!" Frankie hugged the pre-teen boy with sheer joy, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Um, heheh, you're welcome," He shrugged timidly. Bobby felt a pang of jealousy, but quickly brushed it away. Shenzi was more important than his love life anyway.

"This is it," Chuckie held out a sheet of paper, "The key to my girlfriend!"

"And my sister!" Frankie chimed in with excitement, "I really hope this works."

"I'll call the cops, and tell them to meet us there," Tommy took out his phone.

"I think they should keep their sirens off, so that Pangborn doesn't know they're coming," Kimi remarked.

"That's actually a good idea, Kimi; I'll ask them to do that," Tommy decided, before he received an answer. "Hello, police? This is Tommy Pickles, a good friend of Shenzi Tuck. Can you meet us at..." He read the address off the paper after Chuckie held it out to him, "And can you keep your sirens off? Okay, thanks. Sounds good. See you there." He hung up, and turned to his friends. "They're going to park in places where Pangborn can't see them."

"Sounds like a plan," Lil remarked.

After another night of restless sleep, Shenzi woke up, and thought that her Cupid costume was on the door again. But when she put on her glasses,she saw that she was mistaken; It was actually Minnie Mouse. After grimacing, she reluctantly changed into it. Along wih the short skirt and crop top, there were black thigh-high opaque stockings with red bows, a Minnie Mouse ears headband, red Mary Jane pumps with white polka dots, and a black spiked ring choker. Feeling sheer discomfort, she reluctantly walked out of the room. But to her confusion, Pangborn wasn't in the living room like he always was.

Her heart leapt with hope when she heard a vehicle stop outside, but it leapt again, with fear this time, when Pangborn ran up to her. "You hide in your room, Tuck. And don't make a sound." Without a word, she did as he told her, now too scared to protest, and he locked her in. She threw off her uncomfortable headband as she strained to listen to what was happening. "Who's there?"

"Your worst nightmare," She heard a very familiar voice reply angrily. She couldn't stop the smile from growing on her face. It sounded like Phil. Her friends had come to rescue her! "We know you've got Shenzi Tuck held hostage! Let her go!"

"I don't think so, DeVille," He sneered, "She's mine now."

"So you admit what you did?" Lil taunted him, "Where is she?!"

"You'll never find her," He smiled smugly, "And I'll never tell you where she is."

"Tell us!" Shenzi's heart pounded harshly in her chest at that voice; It was Chuckie! "Or we'll force it out of you!"

"Oh yeah?" Pangborn laughed mockingly, "I'd like to see you try." But as soon as he said that, a harsh punch on the head from behind made him fall to the ground unconscious. Fridge glared angrily at the former wrestler as he watched him fall.

"Well, you tried," Lil smirked, "Now, let's find our friend."

"Shenzi!" Chuckie screamed, "Where are you?!"

She didn't hesitate to pound on the door, unintentionally startling them. "Chuckie! Fridge! Guys! I'm in here!"

Susie ran to the door, and tried to open it, but to no avail. "It's locked!" She exclaimed distressfully.

"I'll watch for the cops," Chuckie shifted to a nearby window to do just that.

"Look out," Fridge gestured for her to move out of his way, "I'm going to bust it down."

"Okay," Susie nodded, before knocking on the door. "Shenzi, stand back!"

The emo girl stumbily stood by the bed, away from the door. "Okay, I'm good!" She yelled.

"She's out of the way! Do it!" Susie commanded to the jock with determination.

Fridge stepped back, and ran to the door, using all his strength on it; And it burst off the hinges!

(A/N: This chapter was originally going to be longer than it is now, but I decided to end it with a cliffhanger. You know the disclaimer. Shenzi's Cupid costume is from The Big Bang Theory episode "The Valentino Submergence", worn by Penny.)