(kidnapping, bdsm)


1st Day

Her head was throbbing and her shoulders and knees ached. Her arms were pulled painfully behind her back. Something in her mouth made it difficult for her to breath. When she tried to straighten her legs it felt as if her arms were being pulled off. She realized she was hogtied and gagged and in a moment of panic she thrashed against the restraints. Sharp pains shot through her shoulders. Her head felt as if it might explode. The pain made her light headed and nauseous. What would happen if she vomited with a gag in her mouth? She might choke, suffocate. She forced herself to calm down. Calm down and think. What had happened? Where was she? She was laying on her side on a cold hard dusty floor. She remembered she had gone to the old industrial park on her way to school to take some photographs of the abandoned buildings. Could she be inside one of them now? Looking up she saw sunlight filtering through the hazy skylights. It looked to be midday but was it the same day? The angry squeaking of a door being opened jerked her from her thoughts. She tried turning toward the sound but she was unable to roll over or even scoot around.  In vain she tried to call out. The gag made it almost impossible to make a sound. She became aware of someone nearby and she began to struggle against her restraints. She saw shoes and legs as someone walked around her. At first she didn’t understand what she was seeing when she turned her head to look up. It was a man was pointing a camera her. Her camera. She heard the sound of the shutter clicking as he took a couple of photos. Now she remembered a man walking toward her from one of the empty buildings. Friendly wave, disarming smile. He told her the industrial park was closed and no one was supposed to enter. She explained she was taking photographs for a class project. How she really wanted to capture the buildings in the morning light. He had seemed to be thinking it over for a moment and came to a decision. He told her to go ahead and asked questions about her classes and social life, making small talk as she took photos of various buildings. The last thing she remembered was him pointing at something off to her side. He must have knocked her out when she turned to look. He knelt down, bringing the camera in for an extreme close up of her face. When he lowered the camera she saw the same disarming smile. And the eyes of a wolf.


When he reached out toward her face she flinched. Her screams died behind the gag. He could feel her pounding pulse when he gripped her throat. With the other hand he pulled out the gag. “ Hello Sunshine. If you are smart you will stay quiet. You never know where I will be. I may be standing outside the door. I may be in the building next door. If I ever hear you there will be repercussions. Do you understand?“ As he said this his grip tightened on her throat. He watched the fear and panic flood her eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes.“ Quickly he flipped her over on her stomach. She tried to talk, to plead, to beg but her throat was dry, her tongue like a piece of rubber. She felt the tension between her legs and arms disappear and her feet dropped painfully to the floor. Then the her arms were free and she eased them to her sides. She slowly rolled over and looking around. It appeared she was in a large cage. Two long walls of wood frames had been built in a corner of the building making a large square room. The frames had been covered with fencing wire and more fencing had been placed over the top. The only way in or out was through a door made similar to the walls. The cage was a remnant of the days when the old metal warehouse, one of several in the abandoned industrial park, had been a center of activity and that activity required parts or tools too expensive to be left laying around. She heard the click of a padlock and realized he had locked her in the cage. She quickly stood. “Please don’t leave me here. Don’t do this. Let me go. Please.” The further he walked the angrier she got. Her pleas turned to angry threats and shouted curses. He stopped momentarily at the door. “I better not hear you once I’m out this door.” Without a look back he stepped out and was gone. As she began working the soreness and stiffness out of her knees and shoulders she noticed the pieces of her restraints and the gag on the floor. Her socks and shoelaces.

As he snapped a matching padlock into the hasp on the front door he could heard her threaten to rip his balls off and then silence. ‘Should of left in the gag‘ he thought. Looking back he noticed the lock looked out of place. Shiny and new against the backdrop of the faded and rusting metal of the building,. ’Like a damn flashing sign to anyone walking by‘ he thought. ‘Need to put some flat gray paint on it. Another thing to add to the list. Food. Water. Lights. Have to be battery powered. A blanket or maybe a sleeping bag.‘ As he climbed into his truck another thought hit him ‘Bathroom! Sure can‘t have her shittin‘ and pissin‘ everywhere. Hell, this is turning into a lot work’. He had seen her snooping around the buildings. She didn’t realize the cars at one of the distant buildings were stolen. The building was being used as a drug warehouse and car chop shop. Stolen cars were worth a lot more money when stripped down and sold as parts and parts were easier to sell than stolen cars. He had sized her up while he talked to her. Nice smile, long blond hair pulled back in ponytail. Very nice legs. The tight t-shirt and shorts did little to hide the body underneath. She was proud of it. And why not? She was way to pretty to kill so he decided right then to keep her. Wouldn’t it be funny if her car, which he had left parked on the other side of town behind some old factory buildings with her phone and purse inside, showed up at the shop?


1st Night


The setting of the sun took two more things away from her. Heat and light. It had been warm in the building but now is was a cold dark cave. While there was light she had explored the cage, looking for gaps in the fencing, loose nails, anything to help her escape. Nothing. Now it was so dark she couldn’t see anything except the skylights. They were like rectangular clouds of dark gray in a black sky. She was huddled in a corner on the hard concrete, her arms hugging her legs to chest. The thin shirt and shorts doing little to keep her warm. She cursed herself for having been in too much of a hurry to eat breakfast. Wanting to drive across town and take the photos while she had the morning light. Those damn photos! Now look where she was. Kidnapped. Alone. Afraid. Hungry. Thirsty. Freezing. Angry. The opening of the door jolted her from her thoughts. The light spilling through door way was little better than the skylights but she could tell he was making several trips in and out the door. When the door closed she was not sure if he was in or out until a small light came on. She heard the sound of a power tool and wondered what he was doing. The tool went quiet and the light began to bob and get closer. He walked toward her in a circle of light carrying what appeared to be a small lantern in one hand. As he got closer she saw it was not a normal lantern and guessed it must be a battery powered light of some kind. He hung it on a rusty bolt sticking out of a post near the cage. In his other hand was a rectangular object mounted to a stand. He sat this on the floor by one wall of the cage. With the press of a button she was momentarily blinded by light. Another click of the button and the light dimmed but not much. “A few more of these and we’ll be ready to go” he said as he unlocked the cage door.  He disappeared behind the wall of light and came back carrying large white bucket and a bag. The bag made her think of the large bags of birdseed her mother bought every winter. She was lost in thoughts of home and drinking hot chocolate with her mother while they watched the birds peck at the feeder when she realized he had walked to the back corner of the cage. He had his back to her and was getting something out of the bucket. She bolted out the cage door and ran toward the exit. All she could hear was her bare feet slapping the floor and her heart pounding in her ears. She reached the door and yanked on the knob. The door didn’t move. Through the dim light from the lantern she saw the shiny new lock on the inside of the door. A combination lock. That‘s what he was doing earlier. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO“ She howled, turning to looking for another way out. A bright flashing light blinded her. In panic she blindly ran and tripped over the items he had carried in. Before should could push herself up he had hold of her hair. He drug her back to the cage as she crawled and scooted the best she could.

Once inside the cage he pulled her to her feet. He held out a small flashlight not much bigger than one of his fingers. “Tactical flashlight. 800 lumens with strobe mode. Means it’s bright and flashes. Supposed to disorienting.” He looked her in the eye and grinned “Works don’t it?”  He was enjoying the hate and anger in her eyes as he reached to put the flashlight in his pocket but was distracted when he missed. She had her feet set and started the swing with her hips and then her shoulders just like an uncoiling spring as she had learned in self defense class. She was aiming her open palm to meet his nose as he bent down. But it was a trick. He sidestepped, turning his right shoulder back, dodging her punch. Now he was coiled like a spring. Bringing his shoulder forward he landed his own punch in her stomach, just below her sternum. She felt her breath explode from her lungs as she doubled over. He uncoiled in the opposite direction, bringing in his left shoulder and slamming his left fist into her back just below the ribcage. She fell to the floor trying to get her breath, made doubly hard by the pain in her lower back. “That kidney is going to be sore for a while” he said. “I knew when I saw you that you had some fire in you. I bet you was a regular wildcat when you was little.”  

She lay curled on the floor until she was sure he had gone. He had turned off all the lights except for the lantern which did little to provide light in the cage. When she finally stood the pain in her side was so intense she wondered if he had stabbed her instead of hitting her. In the dim light she investigated the bucket he had left. It was a large five gallon bucket lined with a plastic bag. It felt heavier than it looked. There was something in the bottom of the bucket. She looked closer at the bag he had brought in. It was an opened bag of cat litter and beside it was a roll of toilet paper.

2nd Day

 A caramel macchiato and a ham and cheese croissant. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and greasy hash browns. Pizza and beer. A bottle of water. She was hungry, thirsty, sore and trying to hover over a bucket while holding a roll of toilet paper. She yelped with surprise when she saw him standing in front of the cage watching her. She had not heard him come in. He must have oiled the door. She jumped to her feet, pulling her panties and shorts up at the same time. “Good morning, Wildcat. I see you found your litter box” he said with a grin as he sat a backpack on the floor. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him, her face flushing with embarrassment and anger. He laughed as he unlocked the door. “Put a little fresh litter in there after you use to keep the smell down”.
“Fuck you” she hissed.
“What did you say?”
“FUCK YOU” she screamed at him.
He closed the distance between them quicker than she expected. He slapped her with his open right hand. Followed by a hard back hand. Another hard slap and she stumbled to the floor, stunned. She curled into a fetal position and covered her head with her arms. He went out to the backpack and return with some rope. After tying her hands together he climbed the fencing of the cage wall high enough to slip the other end of the rope over one of the wood beams. “Get up Wildcat. Time to go to school” he said as he stepped out of the cage. She ignored the rope tugging her hands and arms until her shoulders reminded her they were still sore. She struggled to her knees and then her feet as he pulled the rope, lifting her hands higher and higher. When he stopped pulling and tied off the rope she was forced to stand on her tiptoes to ease the pressure on her shoulders. Her arms were straight up on either side of her head, making it hard for to see what he was doing behind her. He pulled her t-shirt over her head and tucked around her hands. She started talking to him about her family and friends. Her hobbies and dreams. She knew she need to make him see her, not as a thing, but as a person. But her bra was unclasped, shoulder straps cut, dropped to the floor. As her shorts and panties were pulled down to her ankles she started begging. “Don‘t do this. Please please don‘t do this“. Then she heard a click to her right. Behind her. To her left. Behind her. The bastard was using her camera again.

No scream, just a sharp gasp when the leather belt cracked on her buttocks. The next one fell diagonally across her back. Her legs. Lower back. Ass. Upper back. There were times she thought he had stopped. There were times she thought he never would. Her legs had given out. She was covered in sweat. And tears. As she waited for the another lash she thought she heard ‘click‘ but she wasn’t sure. ‘Click‘ behind. ‘Click‘ beside. ‘Click’ in front. But she wasn’t sure. She thought she heard a voice. But she wasn’t sure. Things were fading out. A new pain, sharp and intense. Again a voice. “Stand up”. She opened her eyes. Tried to focus on the face in front of her. The pain increased. He was pinching her nipples. Hard. “Ah, there you are Wildcat. Now stand up.” She simply stared at him. It seemed impossible but he pinched harder. Twisted. Pulled. It felt as if he were tearing her nipples off. “Stand. Up.” She concentrated on standing, pressing her feet to the floor. She stood tip toe on trembling legs. “That’s a good girl” he said. “I admire spirit but I will not tolerate disrespect.“ As he gave the rope some slack she slowly crumpled to the floor.

‘I got a little carried away’ he thought as he dialed the combination on the front door lock. ‘I’ve had rough sex before, lots of rough sex, but never whipped a woman before. Never expected to like it so much. Damn, I could punch holes in that metal wall with my pecker right now.’