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                                     STANDARD DISCLAIMER
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The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and
has been posted only to an appropriate group on the Internet. If it is
found in any other place this is not the responsibility of the author.

All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.

Quin 1995
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                            Captured Caroline.  by Quin
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 Prologue: Just a Quiet Burger
=============================

As I neared the state border I turned off the highway and towards the
golden arches of an all night McDonalds. When I'd planned the route
the month before this had seemed the best place to stop, food bought
from here would still be warm when I parked up to change the plates.

I parked towards the back of the lot close to one of the lights.  I
figured no one would be likely to park close by, I'd taken a lot of
trouble to ensure that she was tightly gagged and that she was tied in
such a way that she couldn't attract any attention.  Still it paid to
go to a little extra trouble and it also reduced the chances of some
passer by spotting my home made tags.  I still felt nervous and
unsure, copying a stranger's tags so that you don't have to cruising a
neighborhood with out of state plates is smart thinking and pays off
when the jobs over and the cops are looking for clues.  Yet I couldn't
help feeling that this would be the night the idiot got his car stolen
or his wife was rushed to hospital and that every cop in the state
would be after that license.  I was at most twenty minutes from the
layover when I could switch mine back, I hoped to stay lucky that
long.

I got out and pantomimed looking for my wallet so that I could hang
around near the trunk.  Nothing, not a peep.  I have to say that I
started to worry, maybe she'd choked or something.  She was a smart
girl, a college student, she must see her situation, bound and gagged
in the trunk of a car being taken who knows where, her best chance is
when we stop.  Then, just when I was about to panic and open the trunk
I heard it, a faint muffled cry, so soft at first I thought it was
imagination.  I listened and there it was again full of desperation
and hope, saying just one thing `Help me.'

Satisfied that she couldn't be heard more than a few feet away I
`found' my wallet and headed towards the doors.  She was smart
all right, she'd waited until she thought I'd gone before making any
noise.  A good idea spoiled only by the tiny amount of noise she could
make.  In some ways I was pleased, she was living up nicely to my
expectations.

The McDonalds was almost deserted, and was just about to switch to
cooking to order. My fellow patrons consisted of  a couple of truck
drivers and a state trooper. I have to confess that  threw me at
first, but from conversations between him and the staff it appeared he
stopped off here every night after his shift. I ignored him and
carried on. I got them to refill my coffee flask for `later' and took
a coke and the quarter pounders they had left as I didn't want to wait
around for them to cook my order. The trooper said his good-byes and it
was with some relief that I saw him drive away. Once my order was
filled I too hit the road nerves on edge but keeping to a nice legal
fifty as I headed towards the layover.

I ran through all the events of the past few days again to see if
there was anything that could tie me, Richard Cody successful
thirty-something  computer journalist, with Caroline Conway the
struggling eighteen year old psych major currently in my
trunk.........

I can't exactly say when the idea of taking a sex slave first came to
me.  I suppose every man who has ever been lead on by a woman harbors
certain fantasies, any guy with a female boss, any guy stood up or
embarrassed or humiliated. What I suppose made me different from "any
guy" was that I had been provided with the means, both financially and
practically to carry out those fantasies and make them real. I could
have a woman who couldn't say no, one over which I would have total
control.

I suppose in reality this started six months ago. At the time I was
dating Samantha Prescott, former model and an assistant editor at
Vogue. I must confess that I had fallen, she was lovely of course, but
she also had an elegance and charm which completely won me over. I
suppose I read more into the relationship that she did, certainly I
was ready to commit. I was at that time building a house in New
England and contemplating the Great American Novel. Then out of the
blue she called everything off, the next time I saw her was in a
tabloid escorting some  baseball star to the Grammies. When
she finally answered my calls she as good as told me that I was just a
fashion accessory, that literary men had been a feature of the Fall
season and that now that Spring was here she and her friends preferred
more "physical" escorts.

About a month later one of my editors called and suggested that I did
a blab piece on computer porn.  The newspapers and television were in
a feeding frenzy about girlie pics on bulletin boards and S&M on the
internet.  Apparently a company in San Diego was marketing an S&M
Multimedia CD-ROM, and had just won a court battle to allow it's
distribution.  With some reluctance I'd agreed, chiefly because the
Samantha thing had caused me to fall behind with my column.  A few
days later the CD arrived.  By then I'd done the few thousand words of
condemnation required by my middle class publisher but I thought I'd
try it anyway just to get some specific quotes.

In the game you play "Dak Forest" a porno film actor.  When the
costar of his next flick " Nympho Nurses From Hell" is
kidnapped by a Colombian drug cartel, Dak has only three days to
rescue her and save the movie.  The script was poor, the video
clips included painful acting and in the course of the game just
about every female character ends up bound and gagged either naked or
in some kinky outfit.

Part way through the game a character is introduced called Samantha
Pressman, she is the editor of a fashion magazine who is kidnapped by
the cartel and turned into the nymphomaniac sex slave Kitty, who acts
as Dak's sidekick from then on. To anyone who knew her the
similarities between this character and Sam Prescott where
overwhelming, the actress even looked a lot like her. I found myself
playing the same section again and again. Sam kneels before Dak and
begs him to whip her, spank her, humiliate her. Dak of course refuses,
but that and some of Sam's heavier scenes kept me hooked on the CD
weeks after my article was printed.

I started to ask myself if it was really that difficult to take a woman
and make her your sex slave. I had a  secluded house with a large
basement that I'd originally designed as a computer lab. I had few
friends who lived nearby so impromptu visits were unlikely. In
addition I had the money and the time to make it work. Suddenly it
became clear what I should do. I couldn't take Sam of course, the
history of our relationship was too well known. For a wild second I
even considered taking `Kitty' and driving her back from California.
In the end I realized that I needed a woman with whom I had no
contact, a complete stranger preferably from some distance away so
that the police investigation wouldn't get too close to home. I looked
at a map and selected a college town about three hundred miles from my
home. Colleges mean young female students a good starting point for
the selection of a slave..........

By now I'd reached the turnoff I'd been waiting for. This lead down a
tree lined lane into a wooded hollow. I  had come across the place by
accident whilst scouting out the area a few months before and could
hardly believe that I'd found somewhere so perfect. I'd spent a couple
of nights here to assure myself that this wasn't the local lovers
lane, or the favorite route of poachers. In the end however I had to
accept that it was what it appeared to be, a rough dirt road leading
to a small wood, and that the place was deserted at night.

I drove carefully into the hollow, this wasn't the night to slide into
a ditch or have a flat.  I assured myself that we were far enough from
the road and that no one was watching.  Finally I got out, went to the
back of the car and opened the trunk.  Two large, frightened blue eyes
stared back at me over the mass of Ace bandage that covered her lower
face.  The bandage was tight and her cheeks bulged out over it, in
places there was a flash of silver where the bandage failed to cover
the duct tape underneath.  She made a mewing sound and started to
struggle, I carefully checked her bonds.  In a sense we were both
acting out our roles, she as victim, I as kidnapper, we both knew she
couldn't get free.  She was dressed in the same outfit she had worn
that morning to her Saturday job, a fairly expensive blue blazer and
skirt, a white blouse, heels and stockings. I had pulled her long
blond hair back into a kind of ponytail and secured it with some
rubber bands, it cascaded onto her back like a horses mane.  I had
considered removing the blazer before tying her but this power
dressing had reminded me of Samantha, so instead I had added to the
ensemble.  Her ankles where cuffed, good solid black leather bondage
cuffs bought from a sex shop in New York, in many ways they matched
her pumps and proved I could "Accessorize".  At the moment they were
fastened together with a padlock and linked by a long leather strap to
her wrists.  Smaller straps clinched her legs together just above and
just below the knees effectively immobilizing them.  I had done the
same at her elbows but had used duct tape to secure her wrists and
hands.  Even her fingers where covered in a mass so thick it appeared
that she was clutching a bowling ball.  As well as securing her hands
the mass also stopped another leather strap from biting into her
wrists and it was this strap that was also secured to her ankles.

After checking everything was secure I removed the strap that formed
the hogtie. She groaned with relief and started to straighten her
legs. I grabbed her by the arms and pulled her clear, then slung her
over my shoulder and carried her round to the open  passenger door and
placed her inside. Closing the door I entered via the drivers door.
For a second we sat looking at each other, then she started to
struggle and I went back to the job in hand.

"Stop that!" She turned and looked at me, her eyes framing a silent
question.

"No I'm not going to kill you if you don't force me to. If I'd wanted
to kill or rape you I could have done it back in that alley and saved
myself a lot of trouble.  Now stop struggling, you've been alone in
the trunk for the last three hours, if you couldn't get free then what
chance do you have with me here?"

She stopped and sat watching me with a nervous expression on her face.

"Look, I have a proposal to make, we've got a long way to go and
things are going to get quite unpleasant for you unless we can come to
some arrangement."  She continued to listen, her large accusing eyes
watching me.  "You probably need the john and you must be thirsty.  I
have a drink for you and some food.  For you to eat it I have to
remove the gag, you can scream all you want out here and no one will
hear you, all you'll do is piss me off, clear?"  She looked out of the
car window at the quiet secluded woods.

"Is that clear!" I snapped.

She turned back to me and nodded, her ponytail bobbing behind her.

"Ok, I want you to promise that IF I remove the gag, you'll let me
replace it again when it's time to go. You'll be quiet, you'll eat the
food then we'll head off again." She looked at me incredulously and I
began to realize just what expressive eyes she had.

"I suggest you think about this, you weren't able to stop me gagging
you in the first place, and you won't be able to stop me now, all
you'll do is force me to hurt you.  Besides cause me trouble now and
we simply don't stop until we get were we're going, I know which of us
will suffer most."  I could see the calculations in her eyes, here was
definitely a bad place for her with no chance of rescue.  I could see
her thinking that the next stop may offer more possibilities and that
she shouldn't blow it now.  At length she nodded.

"So let's check that we're clear on this. The gag comes out, no
screaming or carrying on, you eat then you let me gag you again with
no trouble?" Again she nodded so I told her to bend down whilst I
undid the bandage.  Pushing the ponytail away I worked on the knot
then I unwound the bandage and dumped it on the floor. She started to
protest when I started pulling the duct tape free but at last I
removed it and the dense sponge rubber ball that packed her mouth.

She licked her dry lips, "Water?" she croaked. I put the straw to her
lips and she started to drink greedily.

Finally she stopped and looked up at me, "Why are you doing this?" she
asked looking at me with those big expression filled eyes.

"Shut up," I said, "I didn't say you could talk."
"You didn't say I couldn't."
"You'll learn," I said and reached for the sponge ball.
"No! " She said quickly, "Look I'm sorry. I'll be quiet, promise!"
Without a word I held the first burger to her lips  and she started to
eat. There continued a strange silence until she was finished.  I
reached back, plucked the toy bag from behind her seat and started
to root around inside. At length I found what I wanted and pulled out
her collar.  Seeing it she started to protest but then she caught my
eye and sat meekly as I locked it around her neck.  Then I pulled out
a leather gag, this time she couldn't stop herself.

"What..."
"It's your gag."
"But I thought...." She nodded towards the sponge ball.
"That design is very effective but the adhesive from the tape damages
the skin. This is a better long term solution. Now open wide.."
"But..."
"Are you breaking your promise?"
"No but..."
"Then open up!"
She sighed resigned to her fate and opened her mouth to let me put the
gag inside, then she bent forward as I secured the straps.  The gag
had a wide padded leather section that covered her lips and a strap
that tightly fastened around her head.  I could tell that she'd worked
out that the ball in her mouth was a lot smaller that the last one.
She made a number of muffled sounds that were much quieter that they
should be.  I think she thought that I'd overestimated the gag's
effectiveness and she could exploit that later.  I reached into the
bag and got the pump.  At first she didn't recognize what it was and
it was only when the ball in her mouth started to inflate that she
realized the truth.  Eyes wide and bulging she started to protest, her
whines becoming steadily more muffled as the ball inflated.  When I
was satisfied that she was gagged as effectively as before I replaced
the pump in the bag and withdrew the padded leather blindfold that
matched the gag.  She spotted this and wanted nothing to do with it
she shook her head, struggled and whined as I strapped it in place.
I pulled back and she sat there  shaking. Deprived of sight she felt
even more vulnerable. Her almost covered face, gag and blindfold
scanned the car as if waiting for something to happen. I left the car
and walked around to the passenger side with the bag. Opening the
door I swung her bound legs out and  clipped a short length of chain
between the D rings of her ankle cuffs. I  removed the padlock joining
the cuffs and then the two leather straps leaving her legs free but
hobbled at the ankles. Then I secured another chain to her collar to
act as a leash and pulled her upright. A little unsteadily she
followed me to a tree where I secured the leash to a low branch.

"I'm going to leave you here while you pee is that clear?"
She tried to say something.
"The panties?" She nodded, "No problem." She squealed as my knife cut
them off. I watched her squat against the tree then returned to the
car. In the trunk next to the spare wheel was my license plates, with
some relief I removed my clever fakes and replaced the legal ones. I
watched while she shivered by the tree. I wasn't concerned, even if
she somehow slipped the leash she couldn't get far in a wood
blindfolded and hobbled. At length I collected her and returned her to
the trunk. I re-secured her legs and hog-tied them back to her wrists.
She moaned and struggled back to her role as victim.

"Hey sweetheart." Her leather covered face turned towards me. "I'm not
a bad guy I know it can be boring in here. I have some entertainment
for you." With one quick motion I slipped the vibrator into her pussy
and turned it on low. A strangled moan came from behind the gag and
she started to struggle as I secured her knees and trapped the buzzing
intruder inside her. The moans and groans continued but the hogtie
deprived her of the movement necessary to remove it, if of course
that was her intention. Her hips moved as much as they could and
muffled moans came from behind the gag. Once again I tucked the
blankets around her for sound insulation and shut the trunk. In the
eerie silence of the woods I could still hear her faint moans.
Satisfied that the vibrator, with it's long life batteries, would keep
her distracted until we returned home I returned to the drivers seat
and drank my coffee.......