The next day I decided not to follow my target. I had another plan instead. I was treading into uncharted territory here, but I was pretty sure I could pull it off. I was going to try to kidnap her tonight. We'd have dinner at the restaurant, I'd drug her food when she wasn't looking, then take her back to my place. It had a pretty good chance of working. She saw me as a hero. She let me into her apartment and we had talked for nearly an hour. She had expressed a mild interest in me as well. I just had to play it smooth.

I spent the rest of the day hanging around town. It was the slave rings policy that I concentrate on one victim at a time, but that didn't stop me from people watching. I watched many types of women go by. Too young, too old, too fat, too fat, WAY too fat, and-- gah-- too thin. This country has the highest precentage of overweight people on the planet. Strangely enough it also has the highest precentage of walking skeletons. A woman in good physical shape wasn't impossible to find, but it was sometimes difficult. Still, the 30 something red head who walked past me had a nice body on her.

I made reservations at a fancy restaurant near my targets apartment complex. I was certain she had at least seen the place, and probably eaten there on occasion. I just had to concoct some story to get her to come here with me so I could slip my alcohol based drug into her food.

It was finally time to visit her. I went inside the building she lived in and went up to her floor. I knocked on her door. She opened it and smiled.

"It's you again."

"Yeah." I said. "I had a business meeting to go to out here, but the guy called me and cancelled not 5 minutes ago. Since I was in the area, I thought I'd check up on you, see how you're doing."

"I'm fine. I called the police after you left. They told me they were looking for the guy. They'll let me know if they catch him."

"That's excellant!" I said. I pretended to be happy, but inside I was pissed. The bitch told the cops. This made her known to the police. I'd have to be more careful about making her disappear. I could still proceed with my plan though...

"I was wondering... Uh, would you like to have dinner with me? I have a reservation at Michael's restaurant." I said, faking mild nervousness.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" She asked, one of her eyebrows raised.

"Well, kinda. See I was supposed to meet a business associate of mine there, but like I said, he called and cancelled. He's got the flu. The reservation is for two people and I really don't want it to go to waste." I said.

She gave me a look which suggested she was having a bit of trouble swallowing my story. Luckily, she agreed to have dinner with me anyway.

We arrived at the restaurant, got seated and ordered some food. I had a vial of the drug ready to slip into anything I was sure she'd eat or drink. Another two vials were in my pocket. I had three chances to get it right. Our food arrived and we started eating. I kept a calm exterior, but I was watching my target closely for any slip in her attention to her food. She had a large salad that she was enjoying. She was also sipping from a glass of water. I could slip the drug into either or. Finally my chance came when she excused herself to use the bathroom. I decided not to take any chances and poured one vial into her water glass, and the other into her salad.

I remained as calm as I could throughout the rest of the meal. I made small talk with her while we ate. My inner excitement grew as she finished eating her salad, then took a few more drinks from her water glass. I paid for the meal, then we left together.

The drugs effects were already becoming appearant. Her walking was a bit unsteady now.

"I was thinking. Maybe we could go back to my place. I have a nice house that I'd like to show you." I was pushing it. The drug might have lowered her inhibitions, but I was still pushing it.

"Are you planning on raping me or something?"

I laughed. "I'm the guy who saved you from a psycho with a knife. Why would I want to rape you?"

She smiled. I could see the drugs effects in her eyes. They were starting to glaze over. "All right... Heh, your home is probably better then mine anyway..." she said.

I led her to my car, convienently parked near the restaurant. Too convienently, she noticed.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you planned this..." she said.

"Well, I did plan to have someone in my car tonight. I assumed my business associate was going to show up, have too much wine, and need to be driven to his hotel room. Instead I ended up with you, which isn't a bad thing." I said with a fake warm smile. She smiled back, her eyes were completely glazed over now. I started the car and we drove off.

While we were driving I asked her about her childhood. She started babbling on and on about what toys she had liked and what TV shows she had liked, and how she wanted to be just like the characters in those shows. Eventually she told me something that I could use, and it was worth all the mindless babbling in the world. When she was 10 years old, her parents died in a plane crash. She spent the rest of her childhood being raised in the state orphanage. I immediately went to work fabricating a false childhood for myself.

"You too?" I asked. "I was 14 when my mother died. I never knew my father. I ended up in a childrens home too. A couple families took me in, but didn't keep me around for very long." I said, faking a touch of sadness. I was lying through my teeth of course. My parents were alive and well, and lived over 800 miles away.

We pulled into the driveway of my house and went inside. What happened next was the first surprise of many to come.

She turned and looked at me. Her eyes wern't completely glazed over anymore There was a lonely look under the glaze.

"I know what it's like to grow up lonely and frightened..." she said.

I just stood there, wondering what she was getting at.

"You must be a very lonely person... Living in this empty house by yourself..."

She grabbed me and started kissing me. I was so surprised I nearly jumped. She started taking her clothing off. I did the same. We ended up on the couch, totally naked. I realized that she was a virgin. Given what I knew about her this wasn't too surprising. What surprised me more was that she wanted me to take her willingly. Yes I had drugged her, but the drug had only moderately lowered her inhibitions. I had expected to get her to open up a bit, but not this much this quickly.

I penetrated her and began slowly, and gently fucking her. She was uncomfortable at first, no surprise there. But then she started enjoying it. I picked up the pace. She started thrusting her hips. I grabbed her and we started kissing each other. Somehow we ended up on the floor, still fucking one another. Eventually we seperated, and just laid there for a few moments. Eventually I got up and helped her up.

We went to my bedroom. She was soon ready for more and we went at it again. It was better for both of us this time around. As I fucked her, I realized that I was rather enjoying this. I mean more then usual. There was something about the way she was holding onto me and kissing me that I liked. I had some nice women in bed before, but this was different... Eventually we both ran out of energy. We laid there on my bed. She put her arm around me. I started to feel sleepy...

Morning came and I woke up to find her arm still around my waist. She was still asleep. I had slept through the whole night without waking up once. I couldn't remember the last time that had happened. Part of me wanted to put my arm around her and go back to sleep.

I nearly smacked my own face. I had to get it together! I had a golden opportunity here. She had stayed the night, and she was still asleep. This gave me the chance to implant some suggestions in her head. Slowly and carefully I climbed out of bed. I crept silently to my closet and took out a small container and a device with a pair of headphones attached to it. The container contained a chemical, similar to chloroform, though much stronger and safer.

I opened the container and held it under her nose. After a few moments, her breathing slowed. I closed the container and put the headphones on her. The device I was using was a plain ordinary MP3 player, but with a single looping MP3 of subliminal messages. The messages were simple. "You love me, you want me, you want to obey me". Stuff like that.

I let the messages play until the drug started to wear off. I switched the MP3 player off and removed the headphones. I put the items away and dressed quickly. She started stirring.

"Mmmm... Is it morning already?" she asked.

"Yup. Good morning." I said.

"Wow. I haven't slept that good in a long time." she said.

That was interesting. Was she an insomniac too? I'd find out later. For now I decided to test how well the subliminals worked.

"Go take a shower. The bathrooms right down the hall. After you're done, I have some clothing for you to wear."

That's exactly what she did. She left my room, went to the bathroom and started showering. I was excited as I picked out some clothing for her to wear. I had a choice between "normal" (tight), "slutty"(tighter), and "very slutty"(skin tight catsuits, some with the crotch cut out) outfits. I decided to push it and picked out a leather thong, a special collar, and a bra. They were close to her size already, but adjustable if needed. They left little to the imagination.

When she came out of the bathroom, I presented her with the clothing. She raised her eyebrow. It was the same look she'd given me last night when I asked her out to dinner.

"That's it?" she asked.

I smiled and nodded.

"I can't wear this to work. They'd fire me." she said.

Another test was at hand. I commanded her to call in sick.

I led her to the nearest phone and she proceeded to dial up the drugstore she worked at, and told them that she wasn't feeling well, and that she wouldn't be in. She was putty in my hands. After she hung up, I gave her the thong and bra. She started dressing. I fastened the collar around her neck. When I heard it click shut, my heart skipped a beat. This was a special shock collar. It would send an electric pulse down her spine, disabling her if she tried to run away, and she couldn't take it off. There was no turning back now.

"I'll make us some breakfast" I said. She nodded and followed me to the kitchen.

"Want something to drink?" I asked.

"Milk, if you have it please."

I took a glass from the cupboard and opened the fridge. I used my body to block the small bottles of drugs sitting on the shelf. I poured the milk, and quickly slipped in one of my favorite drug cocktails. This drug cocktail looked and tasted faintly like milk, meaning it would be undetectable in the glass. It was also much more sophisticated then the last drug I gave her. I handed her the glass. She started drinking it. I had to contain my smile as I got out the eggs and started cooking them. I was actually only cooking for myself. In a few minutes, Mara wouldn't care much about food anyway.

I finished eating, then turned my attention to her... God was she beautiful. Her eyes were glazed over again. She had a tiny smile on her face. I had a sudden urge to rip off what little clothing she was wearing and fuck her right there. I fought it off. There was work to be done first.

I led her down to the basement. She docilely followed me down the stairs and sat in the chair I directed her to sit in. This was the subliminal programming chair. This was 10 times as powerful as the MP3 player I had used on her earlier. It also had more complex messages. I inserted an I.V needle into her arm, making sure it was in a good vein. The I.V contained more of the drug I had put in her milk. I strapped her in and activated the computer which controlled it. I adjusted the I.V drip for a slow steady feed, then left her there to soak in all the programming.