This story is intended to be unpleasant.

Avoid it if you are sensitive or under eighteen.

Synopsis        He had been searching for a victim.  He wanted a wife, a sex slave.

               Yes, he thought a victim might become a wife and love him.

Categories        Bondage Submission

Keywords        High Heels Appliances Machines Piercing

Captured

By Janet Baker

How about this one?  Hmmm.  She’s petite, about five feet tall, perhaps 90-95 pounds, easy to handle. I could pick her up with one arm. I’d have to chuck my purse into the van first.  Yeah. Now, follow her, discretely.  Is she married, children?  Don’t want a mother. Single is best. Check out her ring finger.  Is she buying baby stuff?  No. Good.

Finally success. After months of prowling likely spots to find and pick up a girl I found a prospect. Not sure whether I do better dressed or drab.  Ironic. A crossdresser trying to grab a girl for his entertainment. Oh well.

What time is it? Six-fifteen.  She’s been here about fifteen minutes.  Ok, arrived about six. She’s dressed for business. Gray suit, white blouse, not see through, beige stockings, three inch black leather sling backs, pearls. Ah! Gucci handbag.  Very nice!  Now! Does she shop here regularly or is this a one time stop?  It’s Friday, payday.  Maybe this is her regular stop. I’ll return next Friday to determine her pattern.

She’s still shopping.  I must check out now.  Go to my van, watch, binoculars, spot her vehicle. Try to photograph it.

There she comes! Stopping at that blue job. Ah ha! She lifts the gate in the rear to load groceries. Perfect!  But I must park beside her. It may take weeks.  I must be beside her.

It’s dark but there are parking lot lights.  Hope she has to park away from the store.

First things first. Is this a regular visit.

Must prepare the van for ‘occupancy’, cuffs chained to floor for wrists and ankles, chain for neck, mattress, blanket to cover her.  Chloroform, pad, OK. Blindfold! She must not see me until later, maybe. Not sure. Eventually release her or… Not sure. Depends…

What a rush! The power I’ll have over her! The fear I’ll see in her eyes when I finally remove her blindfold and she sees me in mask. Hmmm. What kind of mask? Ordinary or frightening! Yeah, frightening, I want to see the terror in her face. I want to listen to those screams -- the pleadings -- music to my ears. Wait ‘till I show her that three inch thick black dildo. God will she scream! I’ll pull her legs apart ’till she screams -- ‘till she almost splits -- almost. I’ll put the blindfold back on.  She’ll be in terror of the unseen.  She’ll plead, I’ll ignore her.  I’ll continue to be silent.

Then! I’ll fuck her! I’ll drive it in -- hard -- hard and fast -- without warning -- without warming.  She’ll scream, plead, beg.  I’ll slam it harder… she’ll scream louder. Oh God, I’m going to cum!

Oh my! Back to earth.  There she goes.  Should I follow?  If she lives nearby maybe I could take her from her home if she lives alone.  Here we go. Damn!  She made the light.

I’m stuck.  Maybe next time. I’ll go home, see if UPS has delivered the bondage toy order and my clothing order. Those specialized restraints are so hot.  She is going to give me years of pleasure.  She’ll never escape.  I’ve thought this through thoroughly. No mistakes. Not like that dumb schmuck who grabbed his girl, raped her and tied her while he tried to get rid of her car.  He tied her so badly she escaped, ran down the street naked and now he is in the slam. Not for me!  Chains, locks, cuffs, irons.  Once I get her, she’ll never -- never escape -- escape my tender application  of judicious pain.  Pain applied to convince her that loving me is preferable to continued increase in pain level.  My electrical equipment is ready.  Once I get her, I’ll get her sizes and buy clothes for her -- clothes that I like. Half bras. Yeah half bras so her nipples will show.  I’ve got to learn how to pierce her nipples for rings.  I’ll hang bells from the rings.  Oh will she scream when I pierce her nips.  I won’t use anesthetic.  I want to hear her scream.  I will put a bit gag on her to prevent her from biting her tongue. She’ll wear ballet boots -- always -- her feet will adjust, her legs, ankles will adjust.  As she does the ballet strut her nipple bells will tinkle merrily.  Oh Christ!  I’m going to cum again!

Friday again, six o’clock, will she show?  Watch the entry road.  It’s been weeks.  She’s been here but I couldn’t park near her. Shit. This could take forever.  Be patient. She’ll be worth it. There are two entries but I can’t watch both.  Six-05.  Ahha! A blue SUV. Hers? Watch closely. I’ll follow.  Maybe tonight!  Oh shit, she’s parked between two other cars.  I’ll wait.  Maybe one of the others will leave.  Is it she?  Not sure. Possibly. I’ll wait for a while.  The slot is most important.  Once I’m parked I’ll go into the store and look for her.  Tonight might work. I’m dressed right. Slacks, dark wig, knit top, Mary Jane flats, fake glasses.  I can’t risk any clothing interference when I grab her. Oh boy, that car next to hers is moving. I’ll grab that spot.  Check the remote side door opener. OK. Works. Check chloroform.  OK. Now.  Go into store, confirm.  Purchases? No. Take cart.  Mustn’t look suspicious. Where is she? Next aisle? No. Next? No. Ah there she is!  Yes! It is she!  My love, my future bride, my sex slave! I can see her now, festooned with chains, gagged, arms pinioned behind her, tits sticking out.  God, I’m getting a hard on.

Focus. Focus!  No mistakes. Your life depends on control.  No  mistakes.  Buy something.  Checkout. Go to van, load purchases.  Leave purse in car. Ready chloroform pad, leave car door ajar.  Lights are off.  I pulled the bulbs out. Try sliding door again  -- open -- close. Perfect.  Slide down in seat.  Watch for her.  Here she comes!  Now or never!

She’s stopping her cart, opening her rear gate.  Loading her shit. Pour chloro onto pad. Quiet now, slide out of seat, out of van. See her through van windows. Walking around van. Grab her, hold pad to face!  She struggles.  I’m stronger.  No noise.  Look around.

Don’t see anyone. Push remote button. Door opens. Carrying her into van.  Close door. Look around. Anyone?  No! Cuff her! Right wrist, tight. Left wrist, tight.  Turn, cuff her ankles, tight.  Now her neck chain. Tightly but not too tight around her neck.  Lock it.

Now her waist.  Straps only. Tight, very tight.  No gag yet, she may vomit when she revives.  Where’s her purse? Must find it! In her cart? Yeah! Quick. Back to the van.  No one has seen me… I think. I’ll start to drive.  Carefully, don’t get nervous! No mistakes. Observe all traffic regs, must not get stopped.  A long drive to home.  Be careful!  I did it! I did it! I got her! I’m ready to cum again. Wait, wait for home. Listen for girl.

There’s that abandoned gas station. Stop.  Open her purse, wallet. Her name is Sue, she’s twenty-two.  Check her. Is she breathing? Yes. She’s OK… I think. Strap the blindfold onto her.  It’s special.  Completely covers her eyes.  Bring straps around back of head then around neck then around neck again to back of neck then buckle and lock.  Good! That’s done. She can’t see now.

OK! Let’s go now! Careful! Don’t attract attention.  Home soon. She’s waking, mumbling, crying.

“Where am I? What’s happening? I can’t see! Please! Say something!  Who are you?  Where am I? Please!”

Remain quiet. Increases terror, hopelessness.  Stop along road for more chloroform.  I don’t want her awake until she’s in my ‘guest room’.  Some guest room!  Stocks, bondage bed, suspension chains, electric stuff, whips, even a steel cage.  Bath, bathing facilities.  I could even waterboard her if she doesn‘t cooperate. 

Soon she’ll love me!  Soon she’ll be a good and submissive playmate.  I’ll stretch her cunt, I’ll stretch her ass, I’ll impale her on that enormous dildo and make her suck me off. Damn it, I’m going to cum in my panties.  Oooo that was good! Careful! You can’t drive during orgasms, you’ll fuck up.  Watch what you’re doing, stupid.  This is too important to fuck up.  Half hour to go.

Almost home, there it is, the entry, restricted, with alarms and cameras. Into the garage.

Open side door.  Is she awake? No, not yet. Put the waist chain on her, lock it.  Cuffs are already attached. Take her right arm, uncuff her wrist, bring arm around to back and recuff wrist to waist cuffs.  Now her left.  She’s stirring, waking.  Roll her over, gag her.

Seat her in rolling chair, roll her into her new home.  Leave her in chair, put steel collar on her, lock it, chain it to post. Ungag her, she can’t be heard now and leave.  Turn closed circuit cameras on.  Watch from living room.  Watch her squirm and plead wondering what will happen. I have to jack-off again.

Turn recorders on, must have a record, burn a disk, watch monitor. How’s she doing?

She’s waking more… realizes she’s cuffed… pulling at her chained cuffs… resting, moving her head. 

“Please! Please! Is anyone here! Please! Please! Answer me please!”

Remain silent.  The fear, the terror will increase.

“Oh God, please answer me, I don’t feel well.  Where am I?”

Silence. I stroke my cock through my satin panties. Oh God, what a rush! I have her! She’s mine… mine… all mine. I have to cum again!  Leave her, let her sit for an hour.

I have to decide the next move.  Don’t be impatient. I have all the time in the world.

Will she resist? I hope so. Forcing her will be so much fun.  I’ll undress her to her bra

and heels. I’ll strap her arms at her elbows and bend her over the bar, chain her neck in position, spread her legs and wait. The wait will frighten her.  Her neck held like that will be tiring and then painful.  I’ll wait ‘till she cries then whip her ass… once.  Then I’ll breathe heavily near her. I’ll wait ‘till she needs to pee. As scared as she is, she’ll have to pee soon. Yup….

“Hey, out there. Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?  I need to pee.  Please! Please!”

I go into the room, quietly.  Unhook her collar, put leg irons on her, pull her upright, lead her to toilet, pull her panties down, sit her, say nothing. Wait for her to pee… spread her legs and wipe her.

“Please! Thank you. Please, who are you! Why am I here? I’m only a secretary, I have no company secrets, no money.  Please, let me see, let me go.  I want to go home, my mother will be worried.”

Cute gambit, only a secretary.  Lead her to a pole, chain her collar to the pole, leave her for an hour. I’m exhausted! What a night!  Must do something with her, then sleep.

What?

Fuck her?  No, not yet, that would be too soon.  I want to increase the terror. Nipple clamps?  Whip? Nooo, I think that I’ll play some loud flogging tape with lots of screaming.  She won’t know if it’s real or taped.

“Please, I can’t stand any longer, I’ll choke.  Please! Help me! Help! Help!”

OK, I can help her.  Ropes through her crotch will take the load off her feet.  Yeah, I like that. OK girly, rope around waist, loop it through crotch, pull it up, tie it to hanging chain, winch the chain up slowly, watch the rope bite into her cunt, pulling her up, up, up.  She’s squealing now, it must hurt.  Good! Leave it like that.

“Yeoow weow weow!  Please… please… it hurts.”

I’m tempted to play with her tits.  Better not.  Must continue terrorizing her. She’s hurting but it won’t kill her.  I’ll whack her once when she next squeals and I’ll growl ‘shut up girl’.  Winch her up one more click.  Should make her howl again.

“Yeoow weow weow!  Please… please… it hurts.”

I was right. Now! “Shut up girl.” Whack!!!

“Waooow. Please stop. Please! No more! What do you want!”

“Hee hee hee.”  Now silence. Leave her. Go jack off again.  Come back at midnight, put her in  bed, go to bed.  Tomorrow is Saturday, no work ‘till Monday.  What a weekend I’ll have! I can’t wait!

Bedtime.  Go get her.  She doesn’t look so hot, head hanging, tears. Lower her, unchain her from pole, walk her over to bed.  Sit her down, take her shoe off, what size?  Can’t tell. Bra? Size? Panties? Size?  Dress? Size? Get paper, pencil.

“Girl! Sizes. Shoe? Bra? Panties? Dress?”

“Why?”

“Dress or stay naked.”

“Alright.”

Writing down sizes. Silent. Push her down on bed.  Chain collar to wall.

“Sleep.”

She is quiet, terrified, shaking.  Good!  I want her frightened.  Too frightened  to resist.  Can’t wait to get started.  Must be patient, methodical. But if she resists I’ll  have the fun of forcing her.  Yeah, I’ll secure her with her collar leaving her arms and legs loose so she can fight me.  I’ll strip her clothes off, get on top of her, hold her arms. Then…

“Help! Help! I have to pee!  Is anyone there?”

Walking in, I unfasten the chain from the wall, pull her upright, lead her to the toilet. Help her sit, she’s still blindfolded.  She pees, she wipes, take her back to the bed.

Put her on the bed, chain the collar to the wall. I get down between her legs.  She tenses.

“Please! Don’t! Please! Please don’t hurt me!”

I don’t speak, I grunt, growl.  Grab a wrist, cuff it to her waist. Now the other one. She’s pushing me away.  I’ll roll her over, play with her tits.  I’ll squeeze her nips. Oh! Nice scream!  Squeeze harder!  Ooooh!  That was much better. 

“Please!  Please! That hurt!  You hurt me! Please don’t!  What do you want of me?”

Say nothing, drag her to the pole, link collar to pole, make her face pole. Take her wrists, cuff them to cuffs up on the pole.  Put leg irons on, wrapping around pole, she can’t kick now.  Put nip clamps on, chain around pole. Pull her back from pole.  It hurts.

“Please! It hurts! What do you want?  I’ll do anything you want, just don’t hurt me.”

Remain silent.  Pull clamps off.  Oooo! Nice yelp!

“That hurts, please don’t!”

Now!  Two whacks with the whip.  Right on her butt.

“Arghhh, eeee owww!”

Lube fingers, stick ‘em in her ass. Quick.

“Eyoupe!  Ooooo,  oooo… oo…”

By George, I think she liked it!  She really squeezed her sphincter.  I’ll diddle her clit with my other hand.  No response.  She’s just not happy.  I wonder why.  Tomorrow we’ll try cock… or dildo.  Yeah, stretch her on bed, shove bigger and bigger dildos in her cunt.  In a few days I’ll strap her to the bondage bench and ram the dildo into her ass then fuck her cunt.  Oh shit, I have to jack-off. Time to sleep.

Saturday morning….

Shave, shower, dress femme for shopping, need food, check on girl. She has no clothes except what I didn’t wreck pulling them off her.  She does have panties, bra, shoes.  Her blouse is a mess, skirt and jacket are OK but I don’t want them on her.  I want to get some sexy stuff for her.  I’ll hit the mall and get some panties, bras, stockings. Maybe a pair of shoes then Fredericks for half and pushup bras.  Hey, Fredericks for some good heels.  Yeah. Then I’ll order some fetish shoes online.  I have her sizes now. She’s really petite, I’m going to have to do some shopping for her.

Enter her abode, hate to call it a dungeon.  She stirs, sits up, hears me. She calls out.

“Hello!  Hey!  Who is it there! I hear you! I’m hungry, thirsty.  Please!”

I unchain her from the wall, pull her over to the toilet, sit her.

“I don’t want to pee!  I want to eat!”

“Come.”

I pull her upright, bend her over bondage table, cuff her elbows together. Hurts. She squeals.  Oooo, I like it. I lead her to kitchen, seat her at table, cuff ankles to chair legs, lock neck chain to chair back. Prepare cereal for her, coffee.

“Coffee?”

“Yes please.”

“Cereal?”

“Yes, please.”

I pour coffee, hold it to her lips, she sips.  I spoon the cereal to her, she eats ravenously.

She empties bowl, finishes coffee.

“Thank you.  But please, talk to me, take off my blindfold.”

I squeeze her nips in reply.

“Yeow, please stop, you’re hurting me.”

“Think… girl, I’m going to pierce your nipples and put rings in them”, I growled.

A scream, then, “Oh no! please don’t do that. it’ll hurt, it’ll stop me from nursing!”

“Ha!“ Nursing babies is the least of her worries. I continue to fondle her breasts.  They are very nice, round, firm, perky, what you’d expect from a young woman. H’m, her nips are beginning to firm up.  In spite of herself she is beginning to react to the stimulus.  I’ll pinch again.  She yelps, squirms.  I unchain her from the chair, pull her upright, lead her back to her bedroom.  Yeah, some bedroom.  Bondage cross, bondage bed, cage, good stuff. What a joke! What next girl?  Think!  First, do shopping run then…  play time!

Shopping was no problem, got lots of stuff, sexy clothes, shoes, groceries. Computer time now, I’ll bring girl with me, play with her tits while I’m on the ‘puter.  Reminds me of Nazi in Lyon who fondled his girl while his prisoner was being tortured. I’ll unchain her, make her dress. 

“Girl, dress. This bra, panties, shoes.”

“I can’t see.”

“I’ll help.”  I hand her panties. I put bra on her, playing with tits. I put shoes on her.

“Come.”

I get behind her, hold her breast with one hand, cunt with other, rub my cock against her ass.  Pinch nipple.  She squeals.

“Please! That hurts.

“Get used to it!” I fondle both her breasts as we walk to her room. I chain her collar to the pole, put cuffs on her arms above the elbows and strap them together, very tight and close.  She groans. I’m sure it hurts. I want it to hurt…  I lead her around the room listening to her heels clicking.  The Fredericks pumps are cute, erotic, can’t wait until the fetish pumps arrive.  Five, six inch heels.  Wow! She’ll wear them and if I like I’ll buy ballet boots for her and keep them on her.  Oh wow! I’ll jack off then I’ll shave her pussy.

“Please, I’m hungry, can’t you feed me please!?”

“I just fed you.  Shut up.”

“I’m still hungry.”

“Shortly. Shut up! I shave pussy.”  I take her to the bondage table, lay her down, secure her to the table and get the shaving stuff.  Shave pussy then check body.  Shave all over.

Please! What are you doing?”

“Shaving you.  What the hell’s it feel like?”

“Ooooow, I don’t need to be shaved.”

“Shut up girl, you’re mine.  I do what I want.”   Done, roll her over, refasten her, whack her!

“Yeowwww.”

“Did that hurt missy?”

“Yesssssss…. It hurt.  You know damn well it hurt.”

“You’re getting sassy.  I’m going to improve your manners.”

Take her to bondage bar. Bend her over, Link her collar top and bottom holding her head in place.  Shackle her ankles to the supports.  Strap her wrists to her waist.  Arms already strapped at elbows.  Put paper on floor, bucket under head, under ass.  Attach clamps to her tits.  Tell her what will happen.

“Missy, I’m going to teach you to be more respectful.  You’re mine.  Remember that. 

I do anything I want to you. I‘m putting a bit gag on you so you won‘t bite your tongue off.”

I arrange the wiring, set the level, press the button.

“Yeeeeeahhhhh!” She stiffens, jerks, sags, breathes heavily, recovering.

Again but higher and longer.  Push the button.

“Waaaaaaeeeeowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!”  She faints, her body sags against its restraints.  I wave smelling salts under her nose.  She comes to. I unloosen one side of the gag.  It falls away from her mouth.

“Well? How did you like that?”

“Oh my God, please no more no! Please”

“Will you behave? Will you as you’re told?  More education?”

“No please. Anything!”

“I’m going to fuck you. OK?”

Silence.

“Answer.”

“I can’t stop you.”

“You don’t understand.  You want me, you will want me to fuck you.  You will beg

me to fuck you.  You will suck my cock.  You will beg me to let you suck my cock. Understand?”

Silence.

I replace the gag.  She pleads, cries.

I push the button.

“Argheeeeooowww.”

“Do you understand now?”  She nods yes.  Her head is restrained but she nods.

“Remember that girl, anytime you don’t do as you’re told, you may be bent over the bar for more education. Do you understand?”

“Yeah.”

“Not too respectful.  Try ‘Yes master, I understand’.”

“Uh hunh.”

Crack! A whip across the ass.  A scream.

“Well?”

“Yes master, I understand.”

I’ll put her in bed now, give her some time to think.  I need to jack off.

“Come girl, bed!”

“Oh please, don’t hurt me.”

“Shut up! Bed!”

Stretch her to the bed corners, on her back, still wearing bra, panties, heels.  Lie on her, grind a little, she if she responds.  No she’s lying like a lump, a dead lump.  She needs help. Ho ho ho! Let’s see now, a vibrator, a rabbit. Show it up her cunt, keep it there ‘till she responds.  If she resists too long, I’ll try the electrical treatment again.  Then she’ll realize the pleasure is better than pain, a lot better. 

Now, where’s that rabbit?  Ah! Lube it, check the batteries. Good!  Pull her panties down.  Can’t go far, her legs are spread.  OK, unfasten ankle, pull panties, fasten ankle again.  Now she’s wide open.  OK cunt, here it comes!  Press it gently against her lips.  Keep it there.  Ah!  She squirms.  It’s getting to her. Now gently insert it into her vagina, her cunt.  One inch.  Two inches.  Rotate it.  Vibrate it. She’s breathing more heavily now!  Yes, its getting to her. Keep shoving it in ‘till it bottoms.  Turn up vibration, rotation to max.  Watch her.  Ah ha!, She’s reacting nicely -- squirming, moaning gasping.  Unfasten an ankle, pull her panties up to hold the rabbit in her cunt.  Unfasten the other ankle.  Put leg irons on, roll her over, unfasten wrists, bring them behind her, cuff them. Lie on her, groin to ass, rub.  I may cum that way!

“Please master, please take my blindfold off.”

“Hmmm! Maybe.  First a new gag.  This is a ring gag.  It holds your mouth open so you can’t bite.  When I let you suck my cock I don’t want you to bite me.  You don’t want to bite me, do you?”

“Oh no!”

“Oh no what girl?”

“Oh no master, please!”

“You might bite me accidentally and I would have to punish you.  You wouldn’t want me to put the clamps on your tits again?  Hmmm?”

“Oh no master, please, that hurts terribly.”

“So you understand that the ring is for your protection.”

“Oh yes master.”

“Open wide.”

Place the ring in her mouth, strap it around her neck, buckle it.  “Uncomfortable, isn’t it?”

“Nnngggn.”

“Kneel, wait.”

Help her kneel.  Good.  Mouth is at cock height.  Jack-off into her mouth. 

“Ughhhugh, cough, cough.”

Great, shot it right down her throat.  “How was it girl?”

“Nnnggnngh.”

“Can’t talk huh?”  I think I’ll take some shots of her kneeling with her mouth open.  I’m putting my cock into her mouth a little.  Let her run her tongue around it, get used to doing oral. Barely fits, tip only through the hole.  She can tongue it. That was OK.  We’ll do more later.  This should be fun… I’ll tell her about piercing.

“Hey girl!  Listen up! Guess what’s next.  I’m going to pierce your nipples, put rings in them.  Won’t that be nice?”

“Oh God!  Please!  No! NO! NO!  How can you be so cruel?  What have I done to hurt you?”

“Nothing.  I need you! I want you! I have you!  You’re mine! Get used to it.”

To be continued.

© 2009 Janet Baker

This story is not intended to cast aspersions on peace loving, gentle transvestites who

desire little more than acceptance and some new shoes.

This is a nasty, misogynistic story. Fiction of unremitting cruelty and horror.

Avoid it if you are sensitive or under eighteen.

Synopsis        He had been searching for a victim.  He wanted a wife, a sex slave.

               Yes, he sought a victim who might become a wife and love him.

Categories        Bondage Submission

Keywords        High Heels Appliances Machines Piercing  Ballet heels

Captured -- Two

By Janet Baker

Sunday

“I have to pee.  Argheeeeooowww.”

Pinched nipple gets her attention.  Ha! Sit her on the toilet.  Jack-off in her mouth.  Ring gag?  Yeah!  I liked the way she looked with that gag holding her mouth open.  She can’t talk either.  Try the bigger ring.  I can shove my cock right down her throat.

“Arghhhh! Uh Ig Ig!”

Too big I guess, she’ll live. I’ll take off my panties, skirt before I stick it in her mouth. I want to feel her tongue swirling around it.  She doesn’t want to, she’s shaking her head back and forth.  Hold it. Both hands.  I take the ring out.

“Hey! You wouldn’t want me to put the clamps on your tits again?  Hmmm?”

“Please don’t! No master, please, that hurts terribly.”

I put the ring back in.

“Girl!  No more ‘master’, just ‘sir’.  Understand?”

“Ughhhugh, cough, cough.”

Great, another shot,  right down her gullet.  “How was it girl?”

“Nnnggnngh.”

“Can’t talk, eh girl?”

“Nnnggnngh.”

“That was a good cum girl, I think we’ll do it again… shortly… after I pierce one of your nipples.”

“Nnnggnngh…  Ghhhaahghah…. !”

“Oh! You don’t like that idea?”

“Nghhheowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!”

“Quiet girl, I’m taking the ring out.”

Now for little cutie, my bride to be, a head harness with bit gag.  Take her to bondage chair, chain her collar to vertical back board.  Strap her thighs to the split chair seat, ankles to supports, lift her arms, strap them tightly to vertical arms, that will lift her breasts. Strap her tightly to chair back board.  Nicely designed, this chair.  Split seat to spread legs allowing access to cunt.  Many straps for firm grip.  Piercing will hurt her, I don’t want her to thrash about and injure herself.  I care for my pretty little captive.  Should I take blindfold off?  Yeah!  That will increase terror as she watches me prepare tools and rings.  What should I wear?  I think femme. Yeah!  I’ll dress like a Nazi torturer, a female Nazi.  That’ll scare the shit out of her. Yeaah, the whole bit, and a mask, makeup, lipstick, soften my voice.

Click… click… click.  I like that sound.  I like to hear my heels clicking.  Maybe I should have been a woman.  I’m as pretty as one… when I’m all dressed up and made up. I had to be dressed for my search. I like being dressed. Now remove her blindfold, carefully.

“Girl, blindfold is coming off, keep eyes closed, open slowly, allow time to adjust.”

“Oh God, thank you, thank you!”

Thank you?  Ha!  She’ll wish she couldn’t see what’s going to happen.

“Girl!  Time to pierce nipple.  Which one first girl, right or left?”

“Oh God!  Please!  Nooooooo! How can you be so cruel? Why are you doing this to me?”

“I’m doing it because I want to.  I want rings in your nipples. Shut up!  Shut up or I won’t use any anesthetic.”

“Nooooooooooo.  Pleeeeeassseee.  Whyyyy?”

“Whyyyyine? Because I want to! I need you! I want you! I have you!  You’re mine!”

“Get used to it.”

“Which nip girl?  Well???”

“Nooooooooo   Please!”

“Shut  up while I replace your bit gag.  Which nip girl?”

“Nnnggnngh.”

I place the tools and rings on a table adjacent to the bondage chair so she can see them.  Her eyes widen in fear.  I wash the needles and rings in alcohol.  I’ll start with the right breast, it’s close.  Cup my hand under the breast, pinch the nipple, again, again.  I want it standing out… a big target. NOW!

“Nghhheowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!  NHGunghhhh!”

“Did it hurt little darling?  Oh! You can‘t really talk can you?”

Rotate the needle in her nipple, pull it through, follow with the ring.  Screw the ends together.  Apply alcohol to the puncture site.  Crying has died down, pain lessening.

I’ll wait to do the other nip, that’ll prolong the anticipation.  The fear will remain… perhaps even increase.  I’ll tease her….

“Shall we do the other one now girl?”

“Nghhheowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!”

“I take it that means no.”

Yeah, that means no.  She’s breathing heavily.  That took a little out of her.  Good.

I’ll put the ring back in her mouth, I need to jack off again.  She is so pretty! I’m falling in love! That mouth open pose waiting for her lover to cum is so erotic.  Ohhhh! I’m cumming again!  Right down her throat! Good job boy!  Oops, good job, Nazi girl!

Time for breakfast.  I’ll take her gag out, dress her.  Frederick’s heels, panties, half bra, ah, shelf bra they called it.  These heels are cute but not as high as I’d like.  I’ll order fetish shoes online. She has small feet but I’ll order five and six inch heels for her and yeah, I’ll order ballet pumps also. When I’m finished with her, she’ll be my little sex doll.

“Girl, dress! Put on shelf bra, panties, shoes. Keep nipples above edge of bra. When nipple heals you’ll hang bell from ring.”

I love that pretty white Venice Vanity Shelf Bra from Freddie’s.  So cute.  Holds the boobies just right… perfect….. I’ll squeeze the other nipple, then suck on it.

“Argheeeeooowww!  That hurt!”

“Aw, how ‘bout harder?”

“Please nooooo!”

I’ll suck it gently, she must learn the difference between my love  and her pain.

Make some breakfast.  She’s hungry, so am I.  Make a pile of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, juice and coffee.  After breakfast I’ll go on line and order ballet boots and a couple of corsets for her.  Squeezing her waist will be such fun.  I’ll suspend her and lace her tight. So tight she can hardly breathe.  Cuff her at elbows behind her of course… tight.  Good enough… she squeals. Lead by collar to kitchen.  Sit her at table.  Strap her ankles together… very tight.

“Ouch!”

Yes I know it’s tight, yes I know it hurts yes it’s supposed to…

“Shut up!”  Make food, bring to table.  She waits patiently.  Ha, Hm she has no choice.

I’ll feed her lovingly, gently, smilingly.  After breakfast I’ll hang her and flog her.  I’ll blindfold and gag her.  That’ll suppress her screams… somewhat.

“More egg?” She nods yes.  “Bacon?”  Same.

“Toast?”

“Yes, please with butter and jelly.  Sir, my period starts tomorrow and I don‘t have any sanitary napkins.  Are there any in the house?  No? Could you buy some for me please?

I‘ll give you the name.”

Oh shit, now I have to shop! Crap! Bitch!

I butter some toast for her, add jelly, feed it to her.  A nice intimate moment. She sips some coffee.  I kiss her. I’m sure I love her, she is so pretty.  We’ll have to talk sometime.  I want to learn more about her. I’ll pierce the other nipple tomorrow.  Wonder when I’ll start to make love with her. If she doesn’t want me to, I’ll have to rape her. Oh yeah, almost forgot, must order the fucking machine.  The rabbits and dildos are OK but the machine is exquisite and will drive her to heaven… if she doesn’t get sore first.  I’ll mount it so she’ll straddle it and I’ll shackle her ankles so she can’t get off.  I could use it too, analy that is…. Oh yeah!  Just remembered, I’ll put that ‘fiddle’ on her so she can’t reach the controls… she’ll be at my pleasure.  The fiddle is a solid aluminum appliance that goes around her neck and holds the wrists about a foot away from her face.  Hey, I’ll put it on her for her next meal and feed her.  It’ll be so cute! With the fiddle on her, I’ll let her walk for me so I can hear those heels clicking, clicking….  clicking.  Yeah.  I’ll lead her by her collar and we’ll both be clicking, clicking… clicking.  Been thinking… my darling would look great in a long hobble skirt… a very tight hobble skirt….we’ll walk together in the woods… I’ll hold her by the arm… her arms will be pinioned behind her.

I won’t gag her but I’ll put a choke chain around her neck and attach a leash to it.  I’ll let her see… she’ll love the woods and fields…. I’ll stop, kiss her, kiss her eyes, kiss her mouth, kiss her lovingly, passionately.  I’ll pick her up and carry her to a level spot and lay her down on the grass and leaves.  I’ll lie beside her and kiss her again.  I love her.  Oh my! Back to earth.  I must pierce that other nipple tomorrow but now I’ll order the corsets and ballet heels.

Breakfast finished, I’ll suspend her, clean up then flog her a bit.  When she screams really loud I’ll quit and put her to bed for a rest, pick her up around noon and pierce the other nip.  Should be fun, she’ll have the terror of anticipation.

To be continued.

© 2009 Janet Baker

This story is not intended to cast aspersions on peace loving, gentle transvestites who

desire little more than acceptance and some new shoes.

This is a nasty, misogynistic story. Fiction of unremitting cruelty and horror.

Avoid it if you are sensitive or under eighteen.

Synopsis        He had been searching for a victim.  He wanted a wife, a sex slave.

               Yes, he sought a victim who might become a wife and love him.

Categories        Bondage Submission

Keywords        High Heels Appliances Machines Piercing  Ballet heels

Captured -- Three

By Janet Baker

Work Week………

Oh shit, I have to get up and go to work.  Worst yet, I have to leave my baby behind.  Oh well, I’d better feed her… and me.  I wanted to pierce that other nipple today but I’ll have to wait ‘till evening.  Maybe I’ll bring in some ‘Chinese’ so I won’t have to cook.  It’ll give me more play time.  Gotta go get ‘er.  What’ll I wear?  French maid costume, heels, half mask.

“Girl! Up! Breakfast!”  Her collar chain allows her access to the toilet facilities.  She’s chained so she has to squirm to do bathroom stuff, wiping and all that. I’ll fix that sometime, give her a little slack.  I left the gag and blindfold off  -- not to be nice, I wanted her to gaze about her room to enjoy the ‘pleasures’ awaiting her.  When I return I’m going to put her in the cage standing on her tiptoes with a vaginal -- oh maybe anal -- hook keeping her up on her toes.  Oh wow! Maybe two hooks.  I have them both. Naa,

It might be uncomfortable but not really painful.  Anyway it’ll pleasure her.  No, better not.  No, this evening it’s just the other nipple.  That’ll be enough for one night.  What else would scare her, hurt her?  Ahha!  I’ll suggest that I put rings in her labia. She’ll shit!

“Who are you?” She doesn’t recognize me? Huh!

“I’m the maid, miss, I’ll make breakfast for us and we’ll eat.”

“Oh God, now I know! It’s YOU, you evil bastard.  I know your voice.”

“It’s me, shut up or I’ll take you to the bar for some electrical education. 

Is that what you want?”

“You’re wearing women’s things. You’re a real pervert.”

“Yeah well, I like it! I stalked you while dressed, grabbed you while dressed, pierced you while dressed and I might just damned well fuck you while dressed. So shut up!  Aren‘t I real cute as a maid?  How do you like my heels?  Very high ankle strap heels.  Aren‘t they erotic? Cute? Sexy?”

“Please… no more shocking… it‘s so bad, sirrrr…. Please.”

She shakes her head in disbelief.

“My heels? My dress? Aren’t they darling?”

“Humph! You‘re crazy!”

“Yup!  I’m crazy, crazy in love and this evening I’m going to put a ring in your other nipple.  Think about it today… think of it as a wedding ring…  Enjoy…  Bye darling,

See you this evening!”

That evening….

I’ll pierce her before I feed her.  I don’t want her throwing up a full meal.  What’ll I wear?

Ahha! My wet look dress, bullet bra, forms, stockings and heels.  Wig of course.  She’ll like that I think.

“Girl!”

Silence.

“Hey Girl, wake up, get up!”

“OK, Ok, I’m getting up.”

She sits on edge of bed.  I get her ready for piercing.  Strap her arms behind her, at the elbows, real tight, she’ll howl.  Put the head harness on, wait for the bit gag. She knows now that pain is coming.  She’s shivering, shuddering, starting to cry.

“Shut up!”

“Oh God, please don’t.  Please don’t. It hurt so much.  Please, please please.  I’ll do anything you ask but please don’t hurt me like that again.”

“Shut up!”

Drag her to the bondage bench.  She’s really dragging her feet, resisting, pleading.

Strap her in place, she knows what’s coming.  God is she scared!  I’ll seat her, strap her and then jack off.  My cock needs relief.  Walk away, get tools.  Left boob this time.

Smile at her.  She can’t see me through her tears.  Take your time, build suspense.  I forgot. I was going to suspend and flog her today.  Oh well, first we pierce, then we flog.

Strap her arms up as before. Slowly, drag out the tension.  Check the head harness. Wait for the bit. Hee hee hee. Look at her. Smile. Walk away. Jack off. Carry tool table to her left side.  Set it down.  She’s watching, terrified, crying now. Put the bit in her mouth, strap it tight.  She’s shaking with fear. Oh damn! I have to jack off again.  Her fear is such an aphrodisiac. Put on latex gloves, smile. Wash needles, rings in alcohol.  Whistle.  ‘Whistle while you work, da de da da da’.  I think she’ll pass out.  Smile at her.  Hmmm, I must work from the right side, I’m right handed.  I’ll reach across her chest, cup the left breast, pinch the nipple. Pinch it harder.

“Yoewwowowowoww! Pleaseeee!”

“Darling, that was nothing, I’m just getting your nipple ready.”

Walk around to other side, suck on nipple, be the last time. Oh well!  “Good darling?”

“Damn you, please don’t torture me like that!  You’re evil!”

Go back, pick up needle, she’s watching, shuddering. Pull nipple. PUSH!

“Aghrrnneowwww!  Oowwowowo!  Wowwwwww!  Owwwwww!”

Twist needle, push through, follow with ring, screw ends of ring together.

“eeeeyyaaaahhhh!  Ghannggjh!”

“Did it hurt darling?  It won’t hurt for long.  Just like the last time, the pain goes away.”

Retching sounds. Take the bit out.  She may throw up. She’s hyperventilating… wait.

OK, she’s recovering.

“Oh my God, you sadist! You beast! You fucking bastard!”

“Here girl, a pain killer, some water.”

“Girl, be a little more pleasant or I’ll have to reeducate you… remember? You can go to bed now… enough excitement for tonight.  Lets go, I’ll lock your chain to the floor ring. You have enough chain to reach to toilet.  I’m giving you a little slack in your wrist chains to enable bathroom stuff.  Ya know I been thinking… I saw pictures of a porn girl with rings in her labia. I wonder how they’d look on you.  H’m, think about it.”

“Noooooooooo!”

“Maybe no, maybe yes. Whatever I want!! Girl, I‘m going to sleep with you tonight. I want to hold you, caress you, kiss you.  We‘ll put something around your breasts to protect them, to protect the piercing.”

“Fuck you, you’re sick you bastard!”

“Yes, I am, but that’s irrelevant to your situation.  You’re mine darling girl.”

“You don’t even know my name, you shit!”

“Miss Sue, you are becoming tiresome, come with me to the bar for some reeducation.  I sense that this will take much time.”

“Please, no!  I’ll be good.”

“Missy, where do good girls belong?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Good girls belong on their knees practicing their oral skills.  Which will it be girl?  On your knees or over the bar?”

She dropped to her knees…..

“That was good girl.  Twice a day, maybe three times a day you will drop to your knees. A week from now or so your nips will heal and we’ll play nip games.  Think about it.”

I’ll put her in the cage, tie her nips to the cage bars, strap her arms behind her, stand in front of her and jack off.  I know!  I’ll tie her nip rings to her collar, pulling her tits up.  It’ll be so cute.  I’ll make her walk and see if they bounce at all.  I have it!  I’ll put a hook in her cunt, pull the rope up through her collar and lead her that way.  I still want to hear the bells tinkle.  Next week I’ll hang bells on the rings and we’ll walk together with our heels clicking and her bells ringing.  Her tits will stick out with her arms pinioned behind her -- my favorite restraint.  Ya know guy, maybe I’ll squeeze her tits so they bulge out.

Oh shit, I gotta jack off again. One of these days I gotta start fucking her. No hurry!  I’m having fun now. 

Time passes………

That was a fun week.  The ballet boots and machine have arrived, nips have healed.  She didn’t like me leading her on a leash hooked to her nip ring.  A twitch on the leash and she yelped.  I changed it and hooked both rings.  She still yelped when I jerked the leash.  She’s worse than a dog on a leash.  Damn dog behaves. She bitches and whines.  I may have to do some more electrical education to remind her who’s boss.  OK now, first the machine, then the ballet boots.

“Girl!”

“My name is Sue!”

“It’ll be mud if you don’t shut up!”

“Listen up. See this machine?  I’ll demonstrate its movements, its speeds.  You’ll sit on it, enjoy it.  Stand on these blocks, lower yourself onto the dildo.  Kick the blocks away.  I’ll shackle your ankles to the machine supports  and turn on the machine.  Slow then faster. Faster….. Faster.”

“Oh my God that is so intense.  I can’t stand it master, please stop, please!  I’m getting sore master, it hurts master, it really hurts!  Please….!”

“Oh shut up! It’s only been on for a few minutes.  I don’t believe it’s hurting you.  You’ll get it again.  I paid too much for it to not use it.  I think I’ll try it -- looks like fun.  I could jack off while it’s pleasing my ass.”

I wonder how long it will take for her to fall in love with me so we could go shopping like two girl friends. It should be fun.  I really should have been a woman but at least I can dress like one.  Actually I look pretty good.  So far, nobody has ‘made’ me.

To be continued.

© 2009 Janet Baker

This story is not intended to cast aspersions on peace loving, gentle transvestites who

desire little more than acceptance and some new shoes.

This is a nasty, misogynistic story. Fiction of unremitting cruelty and horror.

Avoid it if you are sensitive or under eighteen.

Synopsis        He had been searching for a victim.  He wanted a wife, a sex slave.

               Yes, he sought a victim who might become a wife and love him.

Categories        Bondage Submission

Keywords        High Heels Appliances Machines Piercing  Ballet heels

Captured -- End

By Janet Baker

A week or so later.  Time flies when one is having fun!

“Girl!   Get up!  Do your bathroom stuff.  Then we dress you in ballet boots and some cute things.”

Grumpy as usual but she’s getting up.  I’ll get ready to put the boots on her.  She’ll have a hell of a time walking but it’ll be erotic as hell.  One problem though.  She’ll needs arms for balance.  Maybe I’ll walk with her.  Yeah, holding her boobies! Today I must make love with her -- I must fuck her else she’ll think I’m more woman than man. I just love today’s ensemble.  White bullet bra, white see through blouse, short skirt and my favorite D’Orsay heels.  I think for a change… I’ll wear a steel collar and steel belt. I’ll love the feeling.  Yeh, drop a chain from the collar between the boobs to the belt.  Cute.  Erotic.

I remember… many years ago… maybe NY Times… maybe else…. A chic brown leather ensemble…. A collar, a belt and a strap from one to the other. It was high style, model wore brown clothing… yeh, called a sursingle. Idea from horse wear.  Very erotic.  Vertical strap highlighted the breasts obviously enhanced by a cone bra so popular in the fifties, forties.  By God, I think I’ll put something together like that for her… maybe for both of us.  Be fun to chain our collars together when we fuck.

“Sit girl! We need to put these pretty boots on you.”

“Oh no! I can’t walk in these -- I can’t begin to walk much less stand.”

She’s getting tiresome.  “Do it! Damn it, do it!  Stop your whining and bitching or I’ll introduce you to some new pleasures.”

Finally they’re on.  “Stand up! Take very short steps.  Keep your knees straight.”

“They’re awful!”

“Practice! Walk!  Walk damn it! Or I’ll find something else to entertain you.  Maybe I’ll sit you on the machine for an hour or so.  That’ll really please your pussy.” 

She’s not doing badly.  I’m going to release her arms but put cuffs on her ankles to keep the boots on permanently. It’ll screw up her ankles and legs but so what, she’s mine.

“Sue, we’ll sleep together tonight.  Perhaps tonight we’ll become lovers.”

“Fat chance!”

“Like hell girl, it’s gonna be rape time if you don’t come across. On you knees girl!”

“I can’t get down wearing these goddamn boots, I’ll fall.”

“You’re getting sassy again, girl.  Maybe I’ll kick your legs out from under you, that’ll get you down in a hurry.  Here bitch, I’ll help you down to your knees where you belong.  You know what I want.  You know what to do.  Do it and do it right or we’ll visit ‘the bar’ and reeducate you.” 

Hmmm, her sucking is improving.  She clearly hates it, but she does it.  She fears the electrical fun.  It keeps her in line.  I’ve got to fuck her but I’m having so much fun scaring the shit out of her.   Ahhh, that was a goooood cum, girl is getting better. She’s a keeper!  Time for a corset! Undo her arms, bring ‘em around front, rope the wrists,  hook rope to hoist… and hoist….!  Good! On her toes!

“Girl!  You’re hanging to receive a corset. Stay still while I fasten and lace it.  You’re going to have a great waist.  You’ll stay in the corset and ballet boots permanently.  I’ll tighten the corset weekly.”

“Oh God master, it’s too tight!  I can hardly breathe.  My feet will be ruined, the boots must come off some time! Pleas! Please now?”

“Tough! Take short breaths; and short steps.  You’ll look erotic.  That’s what I want! Erotic!”

“Stop whining or I’ll make it tighter.  You can’t get it off with a steel belt around it.  Live with it -- I like it! The boots stay on!  Get used to it!!”

I want to see her walk.  I want to hear the bells tinkle.  I know.  A wire clothesline and a head harness.  I’ll attach her head harness to the clothesline and whack her on the ass to keep her moving back and forth, back and forth, hour after hour until she collapses.  Oh what a sight!!  I think I’ll jack off.

“Yeah, come here girl, hold still while I put the harness on you and link you to the wire clothesline.  Then walk!  I want to hear the bells tinkle.”

Maybe I’ll stop her now and then to stick my finger in her cunt or her ass.  I’ve got to warm that cunt so I can fuck her.

“What now you bastard?”

“Oh my little darling, I want you to walk back and forth.  I’ll watch you.  I want to hear your bells tinkle.  Take short steps.  I’m going to put leg irons on you.  I like that.  Walk!”

“You don’t need leg irons, you bastard, I can hardly stand much less walk in these damn boots.”

“You’re starting to irritate me girl.  You wear irons because I like it.  Get used to it!

Now! Walk!”

Oh God, she is so hot, strutting back and forth.  Her head‘s drooping.  I have to tighten up the link to the wire.  I want her head straight up.  Oh I love that picture!  Head up, arms together behind her again, walking carefully, short steps.  Oh my!  Tres erotique! I’ll stop her, caress her boobs, tickle her clit.  Oh! Oh! I’ll strap the butterfly to her cunt, turn it on and watch her squirm as she walks.  Oh God I have to jack off again!  My cock’s getting sore from use.  Cock will feel good in her warm mouth.  I’ll unhook her, kneel her, I’ll sit, she’ll suck -- gently.

Whack! “Faster girl!  Walk faster!”  Oh those bells do tinkle!  Stop her now, I want my cock in her mouth.

“Stop girl.  I’m going to unhook you.  You kneel.  Suck.  Gently girl my cock’s sore.”

Ahhhh, that is so good, my poor sore cock resting in her warm welcoming mouth.  That’s it girl keep swirling your tongue around my po’ prick.  I’ve got to give the poor thing a rest so it’ll be at full strength to fuck her.  Maybe this evening.  Maybe I’ll put her over the bar.  Both holes will be presented.  I’ll stretch them both.  Why?  Tighter would be better.  Yeah, tighter,  I’ll get a good boner then slam it in her cunt,  Boyoboy will she howl!  I’ll hold the bar for leverage and slam it in hard, damn hard.  Oh fuck that’ll feel good.  The harder the better!  Screams will be louder.  Yeah, this evening I’ll fuck her virgin cunt.  And then I’ll fuck her virgin ass.  Oh how tight it’ll be.  I’ll lube her sphincter region, lube my cock… I’ll unhook her collar so when I ram my cock in her ass she’ll scream and rear back.  Oh my God, I gotta have the camera running for the whole thing -- the whole deflowering.  I wanna get those screams and squeals while I’m ramming my cock up her ass.  She’ll look so hot in that red corset and her black ballet boots.  I can hold her by her waist while I stick my cock into her ass.  Christ!  Will she scream!

“Keep sucking girl!  Getting hard, isn’t it?  Yeah, I’m thinking about tonight when I finally get around to fucking you.  A little more girl, I’m getting ready to cum!”

That evening, that early evening…

It’s time.  It’s time I make love to her… time to fuck her ‘till her knees wobble… fuck her ‘till the cows come in… fuck ‘er ‘till she loves me.

“Come girl, no, come my darling Sue, tonight we love.  What?  You have no  friendly word for me?  Not even a look or a friendly greeting?  Are you not happy?”

“I have no cause to be happy.  I am your prisoner, your sex slave.  You have hurt me grievously.  How can you expect me to love you?”

“You may live with me in hatred or love but you will live with me.”

“Oh please, my family needs me.”

“My need is greater. Think of me as I am ... as one who loved not wisely but too well!  Come to bed darling, I’ll loose your arms.  Our time  has come!  I feel only you and you alone, ‘tis a dream, a dream come true that we two are together.  All else passes like a dream in the night.  We are together now for all eternity.  I love you so much.”

The alarm!  The monitor!  Who’s coming?  Who’s on the drive?  Check!  Oh my God, police cars, one, two, three.  They know -- they must know.  Leave her. A kiss.  A farewell kiss. To my secure room.  Quickly. Sign the will.  I want her to have it all. Here it is, my faithful forty-four. Ah me! To die, to sleep, no more to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.

Bang!

 Epilogue….

“Chief, as Mayor I congratulate you on this fine example of police work resulting in the rescue of the young lady from the clutches of this deranged person.  Can you tell us how you did it?”

“Certainly Mr. Mayor. She was originally classified as a missing persons case, but after we learned about her  character and domestic circumstances, we decided to treat it as a kidnapping. We assigned all available officers to the case, and small clues began to accumulate.  Thinking outside the box, as it were, our detectives traced her movements and then the kidnapper’s, using security cameras’ video records to piece together all possibilities. They even analyzed the shopping habits of both parties and determined certain anomalies.  They determined that the perp was likely from out of town.  They were able to determine the victim’s clothing sizes and search for purchases that could be a lead. Interestingly, a key piece of evidence providing a lead was the purchase of sanitary napkins by a man from out of town.

As we narrowed the search, we enlisted the aid of delivery persons.  When we found that certain items were being delivered to the suspect residence, it became obvious that this was a well planned crime.  Finally we had enough evidence to present for a warrant.  We entered the home, found the young woman, and heard a gunshot.  The perpetrator had killed himself.”

“And the young woman herself?  You don’t seem to be telling the press or the public anything about her, what he did to her, not even her name or how her family feels about her safe return.  These are all things we should all like to know.”

“I’m sure everyone would like to know what the kidnapper did with her -- what he had in mind since there was never a ransom note.  All I can say is, the young woman herself has requested that nothing whatever be said about her.” 

‘What happened is what I want to put behind me.’ “were her exact words.”  ‘My future husband and I will work out for ourselves what may have happened to me and how we resume our former relationship.  It will be a while because I’m now a different person -- there are certain physical changes… But -- we’ll get used to it.’

“And Mr. Mayor, that’s all I am empowered to say.”

The End

© 2009 Janet Baker