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                            THE ABDUCTION
                            by Sir DEP's Slave, DW

CHAPTER I
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I had just got home from work, about 10:00 pm on Friday night, and was
looking forward to a long, hot bath and getting to bd.  I parked my car in
the carport and as I turned away, I felt myself grabbed from behind, and
held by a strong arm, a hand across my mouth.  A low male voice told me not
to scream and not to fight, or I'd get hurt.  However, the man told me that
if I cooperated fully, no serious harm would come to me and he would let me
go when he was finished.  He asked if I understood and I nodded.  Slowly he
lowered his hand from my mouth and told me not to turn around and not to
say anything.  He told me to take off my glasses and hand them to him,
which I did.  He took my purse from me and put my glasses in it.  He put a
blindfold around my eyes and told me to kneel there in the carport.  I did
so.  I heard a car being opened and then closed.  Then, he was back and
helped me to stand.  He led me a few feet, and I heard the should of a car
door opening again.  He helped me inside a van and told me to sit.  He got
in, closing the door after himself.  He reminded me not to fight or resist
in any way, and then he started opening my blouse.  I was shivering from
cold, fear, anticipation.  He pushed the blouse down off my shoulders and
slid it down my arms, until it was completely off.  He told me to kneel,
and as I did so, he unfastened my skirt and slid it down my hips, to my
knees.  He started peeling my pantyhose down over my hips, and then told me
to lie down on my back.  After I did that, he finished removing my skirt
and pantyhose, leaving me lying there on my back, cold and frightened.  I
was thinking that I should just keep quiet and let him have sex with me,
and then he'd let me go.  I felt the van rocking a bit as he moved around
in it.  I gasped as he took my leg over to the side, and secured the rope
to something, and repeated it with my left ankle.  He kept talking in his
low voice, reminding me that I had agreed to be cooperative and he had
agreed not to hurt me - much.  My wrists he bound together and ran a rope
up between them, pulling me out straight.  Then he put a cloth in my mouth.
He told me he couldn't take any chances on my making noises.  I felt him
leave the van, and heard a distant car door slam.  Soon I felt the weight
of someone as they got into the driver's side of the van and the motor
started.


CHAPTER II
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I don't know how long the drive lasted.  It seemed like hours, but it might
only have been a few minutes.  I may never know where I was taken.  He
played a radio low, but didn't talk to me again during the drive.

When the van stopped, so did my heart.  I felt now that he was going to
rape me.  I heard him come around to the back of the van and open it.  For
a long time, I felt him staring at me.  Then I heard a small "pop" and
around the edges of my blindfold I saw a flash of light.  He was taking
pictures of me spread open, tied and helpless in his van.  Then I felt his
hands at my ankle, and the rope was loosened.  He released my other ankle,
and gently rubbed each one, restoring the circulation which had been
slightly impeded.  Although he released my wrists from being bound over my
head, he kept them tied together as he sat me up and helped me slide out of
the van.  I was outside the van, nude and blindfolded, with my wrists tied
in front of me and a gag in my mouth.  I felt cold cement under my bare
feet, but I couldn't tell if I was in a garage, or a carport, or out on a
public street.  I listened carefully to see if I could hear any sounds at
all which might help me identify the place later.  By now, he was leading
me slowly.  He kept walking, guilding me until we came to three cold cement
steps, which we climbed, and through a door I heard him unlock and open.

I now felt a carpeted floor under my feet, and a warmer temperature, so I
knew we were in a house or building of some kind.  From somewhere I could
hear the faint sound of a clock ticking, and I wondered how long I'd been
his prisoner.  Still he guided me further, and I heard another door softly
open.  Now he told me there were some steps, and as he went before me,
helping me down the steps, I lost even the sound of the clock ticking away
in the distance.  After 11 steps, we were again on a flat surface and he
guided me only a few feet further.

He pulled my bound wrists upward, and attached them to a rope which was
already hanging down from the ceiling.  Warning me not to make a sound, he
pulled the cloth from my mouth, allowing me to breathe deeply and to wet my
lips with my tongue.  He ran his hands down my body, cupping my breasts and
tweeking the nipples.  Down over my belly, to my thighs, and between my
thighs.  Again, I heard the pop and knew he was photographing me from every
angle.  After awhile, he stopped touching me and photographing me, and I
think he just stood there and started at me for awhile.  Then he told me
that he had some things to take care of, and he'd be back later.  He told
me not to go away.  Chuckling, he left the room and I heard a door close
behind him.


CHAPTER III
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I didn't know if he was still in the room or if he had really gone.  I
didn't know if there was a window or some way he could keep me in sight.
So I just stood there, with my arms over my head, trying not to cry or
struggle.  After a long while in total silence, I knew I couldn't take it
much longer.  I didn't care what the penalty might be, I tried to free
myself.  I had tried holding my breath, to see if I could hear other
breathing in the room.  So I tried to work my wrists free.  It almost
seemed as though the rope was stretching a bit.  My wrists and my entire
body, began to sweat wit the exertion of this attempt.  I was able to use
my arms to push my blindfold down, so I could see my surroundings.  I was
standing on my toes, trying to reach the knots with my teeth, trying to
pull my wrists through the ropes, anything I could think of to free myself.
Nothing worked.  Exhausted, panting, I gave up and stood there wearily,
wondering what was going to happen to me next.

Looking around, I could see that I was in a fairly large room, no windows,
only one door.  The walls and floor were covered with soft beige/gold
carpeting.  There was a fireplace and in front of it a large comfortable
looking chair.  So far, so good.  Then I looked behind me.  In one corner
of the room was what looked like a jail cell, or a cage.  It was about four
or five feet square, and about six feet high.  Black iron bars.  On the
wall near it I saw an assortment of whips, belts, leather straps which I
later learned where collars and cuffs of all sizes and types, blindfolds,
handcuffs, and many more items.  I'd already figured out this guy wasn't
just going to rape me and let me go.  But now I was really terrified.

Again, I began to struggle, to try to free myself.  My wrists were
beginning to be scraped and bruised from trying to get loose.  I wasn't
concerned about my wrists.  I was frightened that if I didn't get away,
this guy might really hurt me or even kill me.  After totally exhausting
myself, I finally gave up and just stood there, waiting for whatever was
going to happen to happen.

Ood though it sounds, I may have actualy dosed off for a few minutes, when
I felt a slight draft and heard the soft sound of a door closing.
Startled, I looked up, right into the face of my captor.  Since I didn't
have my glasses on, I couldn't see very well.  I could see he was tall,
with dark hair and a mustache.  And he was grinning!  Alarmed, I realized
that he would know that I had defied his warning not to struggle, since
obviously, my wrists were red and raw, and my blindfold had been pushed
down around my neck.  He approached, and with arms crossed across his
chest, he looked me up and down in an appraising way.

He told me that he had been watching me for the past thre hours on a remote
video display, and that my struggles had been recorded for posterity on a
video tape.  He said that everyone has to have a chance to try to escape
and realize it is futile.  Once it is "out of your system" he said, a
captive becomes much more eager to please and more resigned to the
situation.

Now he told me that he had a few rules that we were going to discuss.  He
said he had done this many, many times before, and that I was not going to
get away.  He promised that if I was obedient and pleasing to him, he would
release me after 48 hours.  If, however, I was disobedient or failed to
please him in any way, my captivity would continue indefinitely.