*Disclaimer this was written as a request for a friend who had a kidnapping fantasy, still unfinished at the moment due to writers block. The writing style is a little clumsy, but I spose that's my style Chapter 1 Capture It didn’t take long for him to spot his new plaything, she was brown haired, green eyed and innocent, tits were nice and firm, and a good figure. Not this Cosmo bullshit eat one stick of carrot a day good figure, but a Raphaelite figure, a body that could stand up to the abuse it was going to take at his hands. He watched her standing on the side while all the Barbie sluts were grinding their cunts on one try hard wannabe or another, all to the tune of some fake rapper. He saw her look at her watch and knew she would be leaving soon so he headed outside to lie in wait, and take his new Toy home. Sure enough, fifteen minutes later she walked out the door alone. A cold smile crossed his lips, it was almost too easy. He shadowed her as she walked down the road; she walked right past the line of taxis waiting to take those Barbie sluts home, in the hope of getting a hand job for payment. Those idiots had no idea what the satisfaction was of taking what you wanted was like. She turned a corner and he quickened his step as not to lose her. As he got to the corner, He almost laughed out loud. She was making it too easy for him. She was walking across to an unlit football field. It was time to make his move. He quickened his step, and walked heavily, his footsteps breaking the silence of the night like whip cracks. She looked back and quickened her pace, He could almost hear her heart racing, and could feel himself getting hard at the thought of the fear running through her. He started to veer left, walking at a casual pace and waited for her to look again... It felt like aeons to Sarah, even though in reality it was only a few seconds, she had the feeling she was being followed since she left the club, and had dismissed it as nothing, now there was someone following her, she was sure of it! She couldn’t wait and snuck a look over her left shoulder and saw him heading off in a different direction. Her steps slowed down and she chastised herself for being so ridiculous. With all the Barbie’s in the world, why should she even think someone would look at her, let alone got to the trouble of stalking her? Sarah stepped out of the park on to her street, being so close to home made all her earlier worries seem trivial. No sound warned her, no sixth sense gave her any indication on what was about to happen. A strong rough hand clamped over her mouth, stifling any noise she could make, an equally strong hand wrapped around her, easily lifting her off the ground, still having enough spare to slide down the front of her tight jeans despite Sarah‘s thrashing about. “I thought, so. It never ceases to amaze me, whenever a girl gets terrified, she gets soaking wet!"His voice was calm and strong. "Lets go over the rules. One: Speak when you are spoken to. Two: Obey me at all times. Now stop struggling!” the last delivered in a deep throated growl. Sarah’s arms were flailing wildly, striking him wherever she could, her heels were beating a tattoo on his shins, her hands alternating between trying to strike his head and prying his hand out of her panties, which now had two fingers inside her, jamming hard into her despite the tight jeans. He pulled his hand from her and tossed her like a rag doll to the ground. He sat down on her chest, driving all the air from her lungs and delivered a stinging slap across her cheek. “Did I fucking stutter? What part of that didn’t you understand? Now make no mistake, this is only going to end one of two ways, I’ll either get bored of you, and let you run off home, or you say my name” A mischievous smile crept across his face “think of it as a safe word.” In between shallow breaths, Sarah stared up at her attacker. The tears streaming from her eyes distorted all the detail, except for those cold blue eyes. “Do you understand the rules now Meat? Well do you?” Another ringing slap landed on her cheek. “Answer me Meat!” Sarah was struggling to breathe, let alone talk. She nodded. “Good, now get on your feet and put your hands behind your back” As he lifted his weight from her chest, Sarah thought about running or shouting for help, but she didn’t have the breath to do either. She stood there frozen, no idea what to do “John…” “What was that Meat?” “your name…. is it John?” Charlie chuckled “Well done, it usually takes them a few days to think of that….” He used zip ties to bind her hands, pulling them painfully tight ”But wrong. Now that” as a stinging slap landed on her arse “is for speaking without permission.” “You are not to say another word until I say so, understand?” Sarah nearly replied but simply nodded just in time. “Good” With that, he pulled a black cloth bag over her head, tying it securely under her chin and threw her into the back of the van. Sarah began to thrash about in a panic, all her worst fears were running through her head, was she going to be whipped and used and violated, or would he simply end her life? All of these and more sent her into a frenzy and she screamed as she vainly tried to break free. He stopped the van and smiled, this one has got a bit of fight to her and he wondered if his new breaking technique would work on her spirit. He got out of the car and didn’t say a word, Sarah had felt the van stop, and was silent, straining to hear any sound that she could lash out at. He opened the door and She kicked where she thought he would be, as the misplaced kicks passed by him, he caught her ankles and deftly tied them with cable ties, He rolled her onto her stomach and brought her ankles up to her hands and tied them together. Sarah found her voice again and started screaming, he clamped a hand over her mouth, pinching her nose shut with the spare fingers. With his free hand he tore her sleeve from her blouse, balled it up and jammed it in her mouth. He walked back to the drivers side in silence, and as he drove he could hear the sobs escaping from the makeshift gag. “Just a few more days Meat” he said to himself, “Just a few more days” Sarah didn’t know exactly when she passed out, the last she could remember was being tied up in the back of the van travelling along a bumpy road. She sat up and realised she was untied, but she was completely naked! She groped along the strange padded floor until she found a wall and followed it. From what she could work out, the room was about a 10m diameter circle, there was a shower that didn’t work and toilet that thankfully did off to one side and what seemed to be a table in the middle, with cold steel eyelets spaced closely all the way around it. There were no windows and no light she could find, only a solid door with no handle on the inside. She spent the rest of the day shifting between anger and fear, shouting herself hoarse, and sobbing on the floor. The next day was no different, the shower still didn’t work and she was forced to drink from the bowl, Sarah was glad it at least flushed. She fell into a fitful sleep, not even knowing if it was day or night.