The Kidnapping-A Story of the Interaction Between Capture and Captive
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Posted:May 28, 2012 9:33 am
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On a bright warm morning in mid-May I once again watch the girl getting herself ready for her day. 7:15 each morning she finishes her shower and comes out to her dressing table towel drying her hair. She keeps to the same routine every day. She is young and likes how she looks naked. Her apartment is on the ground floor, but just at the top of a long hill so she feels safe walking around without having to put on her robe. Thinking nobody can see her.
Each morning I sit next to the tree along the edge of the hill watching her. During the day I am able to see her moving her body as to inspect it in her full length mirror every time I close my eyes. I memorize her routine. I know what she will do next without even watching her, but don’t close my eyes as I feel the need to take her as mine grow with each passing day.
She lays down her towel and brushes out her hair. I know she will grab her lotion next to rub along her long legs before putting on her stockings. Today will be my day. She has opened the window to let the cool breeze in to caress her body as she gets ready. Today is my chance to finally have her, to take her for my own. I have planned this day for weeks.
Just as she finishes applying lotion to her legs I move to her front door. I knock on the door and place a small package on the stoop. While she grabs her robe and goes to the door to answer it I am able to move to her window, without anybody noticing, and climb into her bedroom. I quickly move to her closet and hide. She returns to her bedroom holding the package trying to read the label and figure out where it came from. She sets it down on her dresser planning to get to it later as she knows she must finish getting ready for her day. She grabs her stocking as leans over to slide them up her legs. As she leans over I come up behind her and cover her mouth with a rag. She smells the scent of cinnamon as she is surprised and starts to struggle. I wrap my other arm around her tightly to keep her from getting away. Her struggling quickly diminishes as she loses consciousness. Her body collapses in my arms.
I carry her over to her bed and lay her down. I take tape out of the bag I carried in with me and tape the rag of chloroform over her mouth. Knowing there was enough on there to make her pass out, but not so much to harm her. Not wanting to leave any clues I grab the package and place it in my bag. With my bag over my shoulder I wrap her rope closed around her and grab the towel she used to dry her hair. With the towel over her head I pick her up in my arms and walk over to the front door. Looking outside making sure nobody is around I open the door. The stairs that lead down to my car are just off to the side of her apartment. I slowly carry her on down the stairs and over to my car. The whole time I try to remember what to say if somebody sees me.
I finally reach my car. It seemed like hours just to walk a few parking spots away from the stairs. I lay this lovely girl in the backseat of my car and look around to see if there is anybody watching. After not seeing anybody I position this girl I now have as mine so I can place the wrist and ankle cuffs on her and hook them to the loops I attached to the seat. I place a blanket over her to make it look as if she is sleeping. I get in and drive on down the street.
Part 2
Finally out of the city. My pulse is settling back down. The excitement of taking what I desire was almost too much to handle. Another 2 hour drive and I will have us where we belong. I look back to check on my prize and see that she is beginning to move a bit. She is not yet recovered from the chloroform I used on her, but soon will. I turn off the radio knowing that whatever signal I am getting will be going away as I drive deeper into the country.
An hour passes peacefully and then I begin to hear muffled noises from the backseat. I look back and see that this girl I have is beginning to realize what has happened to her. The look of fear and confusion in her eyes is a stub at my heart, but something I know will pass as she becomes mine more and more with each passing day. I look forward to the day when I will look into this girl's eyes and see the pleasure and desire that matches what I hold for her.
She begins to scream and kick. She kicks and pulls feeling the bite of the cuffs against her wrists and ankles. Trying to scream louder as true panic begins to take over her mind and body. I pull over to the side of the road. While getting out of the car I think of how I can calm this girl down. I walk around the car and open the door to talk with her. I let her know that everything is okay and I have to keep her hooked to my seat for her safety. She struggles more as I talk to her. Her body begins to shake. I hold her down not wanting her harmed. Seeing that she is not calming down I go to the truck and grab my bag. I return and tell her, “Settle down and stop fighting. I don’t want to use the chloroform again, but will if I have to. “
She fights even harder hearing my voice so I forcibly hold her down with my arm and body. The pressure of my body pressing down on her makes it hard to breath. I pour the chloroform on another rag and cover her face till she collapses again. The rag is removed as to not give her too much. Before returning to drive I position this lovely girl in a more comfortable position.
The rest of the drive is quiet and eventless. I pull up to the house where we will stay. The driveway curves around the back so nobody can see the car. Before removing my prize from the car I check to make sure she is still unconscious. I release her from the restraints, carry her into the house and down into the basement. I already have a place set up special for this girl. A corner with chains attached to the walls and a large pillow to lay her down on. I lay her down on the pillow. Then remove her robe and place straps around her ankles and waist. I hook the chains firmly to the straps making sure they won’t come lose. I get ready to get my girl some food and water, but before I do I add one more thing. Reaching over to the wall my hands grab some leather that will hold this girl’s forearms securely to her thighs and also hold her legs folded.
I return from the kitchen with prepared food and fresh water for my girl when she awakes. I place the food in front of her. After removing the tape from her mouth I move over to my chair and wait for her to come around.
A short while later she begins to move, awaking up. I watch as she moves her head and opens her mouth feeling the freedom. As she tries to get up she suddenly notices her arms not able to move. With a wiggling motion she gets up on her knees. Just as she gets up on her knees I turn on a set of bright lights blinding her till her eyes adjust. When she can see clearly she looks down and sees the bowl of food and bowl of water sitting in front of her and no way for her hands to bring it to her mouth.
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