>From jmauer7782@aol.com Tue Dec 24 23:57:42 1996 Path: news.ptd.net!news.ptd.net!news.fast.net!uunet!in2.uu.net!206.229.87.25!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!portc02.blue.aol.com!audrey01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: jmauer7782@aol.com (JMauer7782) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: LEXtext: Captured Caroline 1 ("capture" M/f, NC, B&D) Date: 25 Dec 1996 04:57:42 GMT Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Lines: 413 Message-ID: <19961225045600.XAA24699@ladder01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder01.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com Xref: news.ptd.net alt.sex.stories:145399 ***************************************************************** STANDARD DISCLAIMER =================== 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 ***************************************************************** Captured Caroline. by Quin ====================== Chapter 1: The Selection and Capture of a Slave. ========================================= It had been fate that delivered her to me. I discovered that a small software house was holding a product demo in the town I'd selected as my hunting ground. A small startup company made up of young graduates, they where based near the university. I was preparing another blab piece on innovation in the computer industry and so had an excuse to go, it seemed like a good opportunity to scout around. I think the company had been surprised when I accepted, I was the only recognized hack that had bothered to attend. In any case they were all over me, I got a private demo and enough disks and promotional material to supply the whole press corps. They were keen young men desperate to make a good impression. One even showed me the local night life and over some beers he told me of the best student hangouts, information which I stored away for later. The next day was to have been the main demo and having seen the package already I had intended to send my apologies and use the time to check out prospective targets. In the end however I elected to turn up for at least the first half hour. They had hired a couple of girls from a local modeling agency to look pretty during the presentation. Neither was exactly what I was looking for but on a whim I hung around until lunch to practice my stalking skills. The girls headed off downtown to a small restaurant where they met with friends. It was here that I first saw her, tall, shapely, blond, Caroline. With a decent makeup job and some reasonable clothes she could have made a good living on the modeling circuit. As it was she had a fairly poor dress sense, which reduced her from stunning to just good looking. I knew then that this was the one I wanted. Not only could I train her as my slave I could eventually mold her into the kind of escort to make the Sam Prescotts of this world seem ordinary. After her meal she said her good-byes and left. Once outside I followed her back to a local department store, here she worked as a cosmetics saleswoman. She seemed to be fairly junior, supplying free makeovers to women brought to the counter by more senior staff. I went to a rival company's stand and made some excuse about needing a last minute birthday gift. The girl was helpful and I managed to keep her distracted enough that I could watch Caroline across the floor. She had a certain intrinsic elegance that shone out despite her dowdy looks. Trade was slow and from the banter I picked up between the other saleswomen it became clear that Caroline was a student working here part time. Realizing I couldn't continue to hang around without attracting attention I purchased enough perfume to keep the girl happy then left and headed off for the rest of the day. I had bought a late model medium sized domestic sedan to use during the abduction. My researches had shown that this was a popular type and color and indeed I saw a number as I drove around. In the end I selected one and followed it to a small car park. Here a guy got out and went into an office building. I noted his plate then headed back to the store in time for closing. I followed from a distance as she left work and headed down a set of back alleys to a place where a small car was parked. I nearly lost her as she drove away but fortunately the traffic slowed her until I could catch up in my car. I followed her to a small apartment building near the university. I had caught her first name in the restaurant and from the bell box I saw that she was Caroline Conway and lived in 23C. The morning she was working in the store as usual, during the night I'd formulated a plan. First I hired a cell phone from a local company that were happy for me to take it for a few days when I claimed mine was damaged. This gave me a local number. I had spent most of the previous evening filling a small notebook with cryptic notes and I put a woman's name on the cover. I had noticed that Caroline carried a small black leather purse with her at all times. I guessed that they may be available from the store where she worked. Another quick `birthday gift' shopping trip and I had it's twin together with a woman's billfold. In the stores toilets I assembled my decoy. I placed about $300 in the wallet and dropped it into the bag, then added some old keys, some change, the notebook, a pen and some of the perfume I'd purchased the day before. I figured it would weigh about right and that she may not immediately realize it wasn't her own purse. I assumed that she would eat lunch in the same place and again fate was with me. I sat on the next table just behind her as she sat and gossiped. I paid for the salad I bought and while the waitress took their order I quickly swapped purses, stuck hers under my coat and left. I explained to the cashier that I was waiting for a friend who hadn't shown and that I was off to find out where he was. Would she hold my table for fifteen minutes until I got back? A large tip ensured she would. I knew I had little time, there was a key and heel place down the block and a hardware store a little beyond that. Out of sight I removed her apartment and car keys and ensured they had no ID. I stopped at the heel bar first, dropped off the car keys and paid for a duplicate set. With the excuse that my lunch break was almost over and I had shopping to do I left them with the promise that the keys would be ready when I returned in five minutes. Then I went to the hardware store where I got the apartment keys done quickly. In their toilets I quickly went through the rest of the purse. I was relieved to see that she had no bottles of medication or cards indicating a serious medical complaint. What she did have was a large number of unpaid bills, and of course a motive to disappear. Collecting both sets of keys I headed back. In all it had taken me ten minutes before I was back in the restaurant. The decoy had worked well, and it was still where I left it. If I couldn't get the purse back to her she would find the decoy and assume some mistake. If she dialed the number on the notebook she would reach the cell phone and I had a plausible story prepared about my absent minded wife and her talent for mislaying her purse. I would then arrange a place for an exchange. I doubted she would be suspicious but I was still relieved that she and her friends ordered coffee and were too distracted to notice when I successfully switched her purse back. I tailed her back to the store to ensure this wasn't a college day, then went to her apartment. I rang the bell first in case there was a room mate or a boyfriend, then went up and scouted things out. I discovered that she was a psych major struggling to meet the demands of the course and of her day job and that she apparently lived alone. She had awful dress sense seeming to choose baggy clothes that hid her figure and colors that didn't suit her. Although this was puzzling her wardrobe did provide me with details of her clothes sizes that would let me order some of the more exotic outfits before I collected her. The absence of a boyfriend and estranged letters from the family assured me she wouldn't be missed for some time. I was almost tempted to wait and take her then, but I didn't want anyone to place me near the scene so instead I decided to wait a month and returned home to prepare... The dungeon was close to finished. I had managed to do most of the work myself and the little extras I'd had to get my contractor to do (like putting water into the small basement room) were easily explained by my love of photography. Before collecting my model I went to New York on a fetish buying spree. Gags, cuffs, whips, chains, harnesses, toys and a reasonable fetish wardrobe started to fill the dungeon. I managed to pick up some reasonable strong secondhand furniture to liven up the place, the only problem now was collecting Caroline. And that wasn't going to be easy. I mapped out her movements as I knew them. Up at seven, out at eight thirty, work by nine, lunch twelve to one. The problem was not what she did but the fact that everyone else did them at the same time. At least a dozen people left her apartment building within fifteen minutes of her every day. I as I looked into it in detail it began to seem that there was not a moment when I could reasonably expect to have her alone long enough to get her and make off unseen. First her apartment was on the third floor of a small student tenement, there was frenetic activity all the time. Though I had keys to the apartment and could easily ambush her there day or night there was no method I could use to get her out of the place unnoticed. I had no doubt that I could take her, but someone was bound to mention the guy with the "drunken girlfriend" or the dude with "the big box" when the police started asking questions. I could wait until the early hours but then the back door leading to the car park would be locked so I'd have to take her through the front doors. I determined that it was never quiet enough for that to work. The apartment's car park was above surface and at the back of the building. Between 7AM and 8PM there was a back exit open to allow access. Unfortunately it was clearly visible from the road and worse it was a short cut to the nearest bar. Therefore an ambush in the car park wasn't on either. On TV of course it's all terribly easy, the heroine leaves her apartment and gets into her car. Suddenly the menacing bulk of the bad guy looms behind her and a gloved hand closes over her mouth. In the next scene she's unconvincingly bound and gagged on her own back seat as the bad guy telephones the hero to arrange a meet. Of course the heroine always drives a big domestic car, if she were wise and had bought a small compact Japanese model like Caroline she would have only needed to worry about midget and contortionist kidnappers. The only real opening was that she left the store slightly later than everyone else. I could in theory jump her in the back alleys leading to her car. Unfortunately *MOST* of them were well used short cuts which was probably why she felt safe using them. The only exception was an alleyway close to the store, here at that time I could expect to have her alone for perhaps fifteen to twenty minutes. Unfortunately the alley was too narrow for a car, it did however lead into an wider alley linking two blocks. This wide alley was quiet enough that I could get perhaps five minutes parked there before I congested traffic but simply put it was too busy for me to leave a car there during the kidnapping. For a while I played with the idea of stashing her in a dumpster while I went for the car, but even with the best gag in the world she'd make too much noise for me to leave her the twenty minutes I needed. I started to wish I knew more about drugs so that I could knock her out, but I knew that unless I was very careful I could kill her. What I needed was a way to overpower her and to make her invisible for perhaps twenty minutes. Then fate again stepped in. During another shopping trip to NYC I made the mistake of taking a short cut through a particular alley. About half way through I became aware of someone by my side, before I could react someone pushed something into my side and it was all over. A cop told me later that it was a stun gun, an electrical device that delivers the victim a debilitating charge. I figure I was out of it for perhaps ten minutes, which had been enough time for the guy to make off with my wallet. The police had got there so fast because a bum sleeping in the alley had flagged them down. I had to confess that I hadn't noticed him, and neither it seemed had my attacker, as the cops caught him at the next block. I slipped the bum a C note for his help before heading off to my destination. I was more careful from then but it got me to thinking. Over the next few weeks I practiced my capture technique using an inflatable doll part filled with sand. Counting in my head, I choreographed, handcuffing the wrists, gagging the mouth, securing the legs. When I could bind my unresisting vinyl victim in under three minutes I returned to the Big Apple and hired a woman who advertised as a "Professional Submissive." She made it clear that she wasn't into "rough stuff" but apparently rape fantasies were common to both her male and *FEMALE* customers. We worked out what she called a "scene." She would enter her bedroom as a "tired business executive." I as a passed over rival would jump her, bind and gag her then "punish" her for getting "My promotion." The plot was lame but apparently a popular one with her other customers, she offered several others but all I wanted was to refine my technique on a real struggling body. After the first time I made some changes, she was to make as much noise as possible at all times, she would get a hundred dollar bonus if she kept me from tying her for two minutes and I was allowed to tie her as I wanted. The first couple of occasions she was up by two hundred bucks but after that it became easier to subdue her. I tried out several types of ties and gags looking as much for the type of movement and sounds the victim could make as for the degree of immobilization or silence. Finally I was happy I had found what I wanted so I packed my equipment and started the long drive that would end with Caroline. That Friday I followed her around. I kept fairly clear of the store as it had security cameras and store cops but I attended her regular lunch break. Her two model friends were off to a trade fair in Chicago, bad news it seemed as she needed somewhere to stay for a few days. The landlord was apparently evicting her on Monday and she needed to move that weekend. With a put upon sigh one of the girls offered a spare key to her apartment but made it clear this couldn't be a permanent arrangement. For a second I considered rethinking my risky plan in favor of taking her there but I figured with my luck this apartment would be even worse than the current one. What was clear though was that I needed to move quickly, for some reason and despite the fact that I had intended to kidnap her the next day I felt compelled to move things forward. Trailing her back to the store I slipped off down back alleys to the place where she parked her car. Then I stole it, simple when you have the keys. I'd already been warned about the "bad" side of town so that was were I headed. I parked in a back street and left the car open with the keys inside before making it to a more busy street and flagging down a cab. I had been away from the car perhaps five minutes before the cab drove past the back street. By then the car had gone, destined for the chop shop or perhaps a new identity like it's mistress. I was dropped off in the town center and recovered my car from the car park. Next I drove out to her place. The block was as quiet as it got as I walked up the back stairs in my disguise. I was wearing jeans and a hooded track suit top and had a couple of books under one arm. As the "instant student" I went into her apartment unobserved. To my surprise the contents of the rooms had been packed into a number of largish boxes. Only a little food and the pillows and bedding were still out. Good fortune having smiled on me again I started to move the boxes down the back stairs to my car. Several people seemed to be moving at the same time and it became easy to loose myself coming in and out. I ensured that I was relatively unobserved loading the car and hung around in the stairwell to ensure no one saw me enter her apartment. It took perhaps twenty minutes to do the whole thing. I searched afterwards to ensure that nothing valuable was left behind but deliberately left the place untidy. As a final gesture I left the final notice on the table together with enough cash to cover the back rent. I reasoned the super would find it on Monday and assume she'd moved out. I'd put the boxes on the back seat of the car but I put the pillows and comforters in the trunk as added sound insulation. Driving to a secluded spot I got ready for the final assault. Under the track suit top I put on a harness to which were clipped the items I would need quickly. Looking back I wonder why I did this, my "appointment" with Caroline wasn't for some time and the harness was bulky. I reasoned it was best to get used to it so I didn't appear odd when I approached her. I drove back to the town center with the intention of hiding behind the dumpsters in the alley until she left work. Taking a large cardboard box half full of equipment to the alley I quietly moved one of the dumpsters a little to allow a six foot gap between them. I had just unpacked the box when a sob alerted me to someone's approach. Dumb as it was I peered around the dumpster rather than hide immediately. It was her! I couldn't believe it, she was walking down the alley sobbing quietly over an hour too soon! I panicked, there were just too many people around at this time for it to work, the store would be closing in a few minutes and the alley would fill with her fellow workers. The cold realization hit me that I'd overplayed my hand, that after all the planning and expense I'd been just a little too impatient. I couldn't take her now, but if I didn't she would discover her car missing and the things gone from her home. There would be police reports, questions, in essence Caroline Conway would become too noticeable to just disappear. I had failed and beyond that I was mad. Mad with Samantha for starting this thing in the first place, mad at myself for my impatience but above all mad at her, at Caroline, for having the ill manners to be early the one time it really mattered. Then before I knew what I was doing I was standing next to her. "Caroline?" I asked and as she raised her tear-filled eyes to mine I pressed the stun gun into her side and pushed the button. She made an "Uhhug" sound as her contracting diaphragm forced the air from her lungs. A pained and surprised look spread over her face as she started to fall. I directed her on to the open sleeping bag I'd just spread between the dumpsters, I looked down the alley both ways and saw no one, then I proceeded on autopilot. The handcuffs were first, unclipped from my harness and then fastened, one pair on the wrists the other on the ankles. Next came a dense sponge ball apparently designed for people to practice games near glass windows. It was quite unyielding and despite the lack of resistance it took some pushing in. I sealed it there with two quick strips of duct tape, each starting along the jawline, crossing over her lips and ending on the opposite cheek. Again I checked for people aware that this alley would be at it's busiest in a few minutes. Fortunately I was still safe so I continued to cover her mouth with strip after strip of tape. Then following the plan I strengthened the bonds before she could move again. Four leather straps, two above and bellow the elbows, the same at her knees. I quickly removed the handcuffs from her ankles and from the box pulled out a pair of bondage cuffs already locked together with a padlock. I strapped them on her ankles and she attempted to kick me and made the first sounds since the stun gun was fired. The sound was soft but still wasn't quiet enough, turning her on her side I gathered her hair into a single bunch, holding it with my right hand I used my left to move an elastic band from around the right wrist on to the hair. A couple of quick flips and the hair was bound into a pony tail and kept out of the way of the next stage. I could hear people leaving the shops down the alley. I thought of leaving her like this but she was still too noisy. Quickly and brutally I wound an elastic bandage around her head and over her taped lips. I knew it was really tight but at that moment all that mattered was the effect it had on her cries. Not only were they more muted, they also became lower and more guttural as she had to do more with her throat. I could see shadows moving in the far end of the alley. By now it was too late to escape. I would have to hide and hope that my idea would work. Rolling her on to her stomach I used a spare strap to hog-tie her wrists to her ankles. Satisfied I threw the other end of the sleeping bag over her and zipped it up. After some fumbling it was zipped, because she was near the bottom of the bag it closed over her head. Quickly dumping the other rubbish from the box, I used the top of the sleeping bag to pull her head up and pushed the box down over her upper body. Dumping half a bottle of cheap whiskey and some rubbish on the bag I stood the half bottle strategically next to the wall and slid behind the dumpster. She must have heard them because she tried to struggle and scream as the first people walked by. Of course she was too late, the passers by smelt the strong alcohol, saw the ripped sleeping bag and cardboard box and "saw" a bum not a kidnapped girl. Social conditioning being what it is the more sound she made the more she became invisible to the passers by. Just another street person best ignored lest they tap you for pocket change. I hid and watched, pleased that the plan had worked but still a little disturbed at how faceless society had become. As I crouched there I went through her purse, found a hastily written notice of dismissal from the store and understood the tears. Just before it was quiet enough for me to leave for the car, two of the women from the cosmetics counter where she worked stopped by the dumpsters. I froze convinced they had recognized something that I'd forgotten. In the end however they just lit cigarettes, and gossiped about how "that stupid bitch, Caroline" had pushed her luck too far. Perhaps recognizing the voices she tried to struggle and scream again, one commented that the cops should lock such people away and they flounced off with a self congratulatory waddle. Looking down on her as she sobbed inside the sleeping bag I began to think that I could be doing her a favor and that of all the people she knew only I her kidnapper, her rapist, her MASTER really cared what happened to her. With this in mind I checked the coast was clear and opened the bag. The handcuffs on her wrists were already biting, cutting off her circulation. The extra strain from the hog-tie was making it worse, she must have been in agony. I released the hog-tie and started wrapping duct tape around her wrists, when I had built up enough I removed the handcuffs and continued over her hands. I was able to force her to lace her fingers together with threats of a knife and taped her fingers into a solid mass. The result was that when I reapplied the hog-tie strap it bit into the tape not her wrists. She seemed happy that the pain had stopped so I re-interred her in the sleeping bag and box. Then I piled other rubbish around her and went to get the car. That trip took me twenty minutes and it was with some trepidation that I approached the dumpsters again. I pulled off the box and was relieved to see her gagged face rather than the street cop I'd half expected. She was sobbing, huge tears ran down her face. Quickly I blew her nose and warned her to stop blubbing or risk suffocation. I don't know how many people walked past her as she lay bound and gagged in the alleyway, but the experience of being so helpless yet so close to rescue had filled her with despair. She gave me little trouble as I moved her from the alley into the trunk of my car. I quickly packed the blankets and pillows around her to further muffle her and to minimize the risk she could somehow pound on the metal of the car. Satisfied I quickly cleaned up, dumping most of the stage dressing for my "bum" in the dumpsters. I started to throw the whiskey in too but an impulse stopped me and instead I placed it where only an invisible man would look and left to take my prize to her new home.