2 comments/ 15117 views/ 0 favorites Summer Captive By: Julie20 It is worrying how much people can find out about you on the internet. All the time I had been having my email relationship with "Uncle Andy" I had thought he was safely tucked away in Brighton doing his studies but now I know he had been working practically full time on Project Julie. He had found my address and he had dossiers on my family. He knew my phone number and exactly which course I was on. And he had not done all his research online; he had spent many hours in surveillance of his target. It is really creepy to realise how easy he had found it to get to within a few feet of me at times to listen to my conversations with friends in the cafeteria and then follow us on nights out. And I had suspected nothing. He moved to Phase Two on the first day of the summer break. The previous evening I had found an email from him which had given me the usual good, and deliciously guilty, feeling but had ended with the words "Remember the green playing cards - you will know what it means when it happens." I have to say that I thought he was just playing his usual games until that evening when I was relaxing at home. My mobile rang and I answered it. The voice was electronically distorted and sounded as if the caller was underwater although I was fairly sure it was a male voice. He began "Hello Julie", it had all the hallmarks of a funny phone call and it made me very uncomfortable as I demanded to know who it was. "Remember the green playing cards. You will get a letter tomorrow. Be ready to play." Then he was gone. At first I was too fuddled and unnerved to think but then I connected the green playing cards to his email. It had to be him but how had he found me? I had been so careful. Was he outside now watching the flat? What if he had a duplicate key to the flat? This was no longer funny - one hears such dreadful things. And yet there was the frisson of excitement. We had talked about the games we liked to play in our minds but occasionally for real. Was it about to happen? All night I swung between "No I can't get any deeper in" and "I have dreamed about this for so long, now is my chance to actually do it for real." The postman was late that morning and I just wandered from room to room not knowing what to do until I heard the familiar sounds outside my door of him rifling through his bundle of post before he dropped a plain brown A5 envelope through my door. The address was on a typed label postmarked Portsmouth; so he was here. He had posted the envelope in Portsmouth. Was he in a car outside now watching the flat? I tore it open and a playing card fell out. The back of the card was coloured green. I unfolded the single white sheet with its nondescript typing. "If you talk to anyone I will know and you will never hear from me again. Walk to the phone box at the end of Gervis Street and look under the shelf." The bastard knew me that well. He was not applying any force but he knew I would voluntarily walk into his web just to avoid having him cut off all contact. All these months he had been making me more and more dependant and now he knew he had me. He had picked the perfect time. It was summer break so I was not expected at Uni and most of my college friends had scattered to their various holiday activities and destinations. My family knew I was staying in Portsmouth to work so they were not expecting to hear from me and the agency had not yet found me a job so no-one at all was expecting to hear from me. This is how people disappear. If I ended up in a shallow grave somewhere how long would it be before anyone missed me? I felt physically sick as I left the flat looking around me for the eyes which I knew would be watching from a safe place. My mind was not really functioning but I was so worked up. I was actually moist between my legs. The phone box was empty and I scrabbled my fingers under the shelf for the brown envelope which was taped there. This one was thick and heavy. I tore it open and my heart practically stopped when the handcuffs fell into my hands - there was no key. Of course there was a green playing card and a typed sheet. "Walk to the public toilets near the recreation ground. Go into the gents and lock yourself in the stall farthest from the door. Take the cuffs, you might need them. You are doing really well, I am pleased with you." The last line gave me a warm feeling as if he had patted me on the head. I slipped the handcuffs into the pocket of my jeans and left the phone box. I spent a long time hanging around outside the toilets; I had to make sure no-one went in and I waited long enough to be sure that anyone who was already in had come out. I still felt a bit sick and my hands in my pocket kept folding around the handcuffs. When I thought it was safe I looked around and strutted into the gents then dashed into the stall and bolted the door. It was smelly and fairly dark. I looked around knowing there would be a brown envelope and I saw it taped to the side of the cistern. Of course another playing card and a note. "Cuff your hands behind you and settle down. I may be some time in coming for you." So this was the point of decision. I had followed his instructions to this point and they had led to me standing locked in a stall in a gents toilet with a pair of handcuffs in my pocket. There were only two choices. If I walked away now I would return to my normal life and never hear from Andy again or I could snap the manacles in place and just wait for whatever he had in mind for me. What to do. Almost like an automaton I took the cuffs from my pocket and snapped one bracelet in place. It felt cold and heavy. I paused, breathing quite hard and my hands slowly went behind me. If I did this there was no escape, no way back. It was as if I were watching myself from a distance as I saw myself work the other bracelet into place and pressed it home. I sat down on the toilet seat. All I could do was to wait. It was certain that he had seen me come into the toilets; how long would he leave it before he came for me? As I sat there several men came and went. One actually used the stall right next to me. I heard his raspy breathing and I heard and smelled him doing what he had come to do. I sat stock still making very sure that my chain did not rattle. Of course I could not see my watch. Just when I was beginning to work out what I would do if he never came a playing card slid under the door. It was face down on the wet floor so all I could see was the back of the card which was green. I had not heard a sound as he entered the building. His voice was firm and commanding. "We could be interrupted at any moment Julie. Open the door now." The very last thing I wanted was for someone to come into the place and catch me so I moved quickly as I stood with my back to the door and managed to unlock it. The door came open and a beige raincoat was placed across my shoulders hiding my cuffed hands. I looked over my shoulder and saw him. He wore a wide brimmed hat and I could make out glasses beneath the brim before he placed blacked out spectacles over my eyes and I was helpless and blind as I felt his arm around me steering me out into the daylight. I felt myself placed into a car and we drove in silence with me sitting upright and staring at nothing with my handcuffs squeezed between my back and the car seat. He had reached over and secured my seat belt. His hands brushed my boobs as he put the belt in place and it was like a bolt of electricity going through my body; I tensed but did not dare to speak. We seemed to drive for a very long time and still I was silent; the tension was almost painful as all my senses were on full alert. I think we drove on motorway because there were not the stops or turns which you get in town. It seemed to be just straight road with the occasional sound of the indicators as he probably overtook something. Then we slowed down and there were more bends, perhaps country lanes? Finally the car began to bounce as it went down what can only have been a rough track with potholes. I heard the splashes as we went through puddles and then we stopped and I was again aware of that sick feeling in my stomach. Where were we? What would happen now? I felt the car move as he got out and slammed the driver's door then my door was opened and my seatbelt released. His hand on my shoulder led me into a building and upstairs. We went into a room and I heard the door close behind us and then he spoke from in front of me. "We are a long way from anywhere and no-one knows where you are. The arrangement is that you do as you are told without argument or dissent. If you are a good girl your fantasies will be fulfilled and you will go back to college in time for the new term. Is that what you want?" "Yes Sir." Why did I say Sir? He removed my dark glasses and I looked at his face. It was nondescript; it was the sort of face which one could see and then, if called to describe, would say "Well I don't know, sort of ordinary." If anyone had seen him take me they would be able to tell the police next to nothing about him. He was older than me and I suppose handsome, his hair was longish like a poet or a musician. He went behind me and removed the raincoat which I had been wearing like a sort of cape then he unfastened the handcuffs and ordered me to put my hands on my head. I obeyed. His physical presence so close to me combined with his dominance of me up to this point had me completely cowed and resistance simply did not occur to me. We were in a small bedroom with only one window. It had bars on the outside. The bed was a double although quite a small one and the furnishing was cosy, old but cottagey and comfortable. My heart was pounding as he came and stood a few inches in front of me. It may sound like a cliché but I actually felt his eyes all over me so tangibly that it was almost a physical pain boring into me. He studied my face and then looked down to take in my body starting with my poor little boobs about which I have been hyper sensitive since I was twelve. The inspection took in my belly, my hips and my jeans clad legs. My boobs were visibly rising and falling as I tried to control my breathing as he moved even closer to me and slowly reached out his hand to unfasten my belt. Still I stood like a statue as he unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to rest around my ankles. I was in lime green cotton briefs and I was sure there was a damp patch in a crucial place but I did not dare move even when he placed his hands on the sides of my knickers. I knew what he was going to do and I have to admit I was scared as the rational part of my mind recorded that what I was allowing this almost complete stranger do to me was outrageous. He slid my briefs down hobbling my ankles with my jeans then he stood back studying my black furry bush and my most intimate place. It was not the first time that a man had seen me but just standing there in cold blood being inspected like that felt really freaky. Standing there displaying myself with my knickers around my ankles made me feel like a naughty little girl. When he had finished his inspection he put out his hand and grabbed me between my legs. He simply kneaded my soft flesh between his fingers making me feel weak at the knees as I almost unconsciously bit my lip. He was blatantly sexually assaulting me and I was just standing there and letting him do it. He had slid two fingers into my intimate depths now and I was coming to the point where I would begin to moan or my legs would give out and I would fall over when suddenly he withdrew his fingers and stepped back holding his hand up so that I could see my moisture shining on his fingers. Then he was speaking in a calm and matter of fact way with almost no emotion but with the authority of one who is setting out what must be and will tolerate no argument. "While you are here you have no rights. You will do as you are told and you will speak when you are spoken to. You will eat when you are told, sleep when you are told and relieve yourself when you are told. Is that clear Julie?" I hated the fact that my throat was so dry as my body tried to adjust to the situation of being aroused then abandoned almost at the crucial point and I could only croak a little "Yes Sir" which he made me repeat louder. He went to a door which he opened revealing a bathroom and he crooked his finger indicating that I should go to him which I did still with my clothing around my ankles so I had to do a humiliating little shuffle. When I got as far as the bathroom doorway I froze with my mouth open as the sight which met my eyes caused my mind to short circuit. On the bathroom carpet sat a young girl who was looking up at me. He feet were bare as were her legs. She wore a very short black pleated gym skirt and a brown blouse; her hands were behind her back and ropes bound her ankles and her knees. My mind almost refused to take in the fact that I was looking down at the bound form of my little sister, Gemma who was just eighteen. To my increasing horror the man took a knife from his pocket and unfolded the narrow blade but it turned out that he only needed the knife to cut the ropes on her ankles and knees leaving clear wheals on her young flesh. He told her to stand and then he freed her wrists. She had still not spoken and her eyes were downcast so she was no longer looking at me. A wave of his hand indicated that I should return to the bedroom and the two of them followed me. His next instruction was curt. "Get undressed Julie." My lip again turned inwards and I blushed as I bent to disentangle the fabric around my ankles and kicked off my shoes before pulling off my socks. I knew he was about to see my little boobs but there was nothing I could do about it. I pulled my t shirt up over my head then I simply could not face him as I unfastened my bra and put it on the bed. Having my sister watch my humiliation only made it worse. "On the bed please on your back." He's going to rape me and Gemma is just going to watch. I remembered how deftly he had used that knife and I remembered that no-one knew I was here. I was in a sort of dream as I lay back on the bed. He opened a drawer beside the bed although I could not see the contents then he spoke to Gemma. "You know what to do." I watched Gem go to the drawer and remove a plastic razor and an aerosol can of foam. My fingers gripped the bedcover as she silently pulled my legs wide open and sprayed my pubis with the foam then the shaving began. I was breathing quite heavily as she soon had me as bare as a child exposing white smooth skin with every soft fold of feminine flesh clearly laid bare. She used a towel from the drawer to wipe me clean then she opened the drawer below and placed a folded gym skirt, a plain white vest and a brown blouse on the bed beside me. I heard his voice as if from a long way off; everything seemed so unreal. "This is your uniform Julie. Put it on." I stood up and he watched me dress. I found a pair of fawn knee socks under the blouse and a pair of bottle green gym pants. I wished he did not have to watch me like that as I dressed in the juvenile clothing. "Take Julie to the school room Gemma." Gemma touched my shoulder and we went out of the door and along a narrow hallway to the next room; he was just behind us. I smelt the dust in the school room and heard that loudly ticking clock. The floorboards were bare wood and two old fashioned fold top desks faced a blackboard and a larger desk. On the "teacher's desk" was a tin tray containing two plastic beakers, a metal jug and two plates of bread and butter. Gemma poured herself a beaker of milk then took her drink and one plate of bread to her desk but she did not sit down. I dumbly followed suit. He walked behind the big desk. "You may sit." We both sat. "Eat your meal." Gemma took a drink and picked up a slice of buttered bread. I followed suit. We ate in silence occasionally looking at each other as he worked at his desk on his laptop. Looking back on it I think he was drugging our drinks to keep us sexually worked up and, perhaps, also to keep us compliant and easily controllable. He also kept us hungry for a lot of the time as we ate very little and this had the effect of reducing our ability to think straight or to resist him. It did not take long for us to finish our meagre lunch then he told me to put the beakers and plates back on the tray and place the tray onto a low cupboard at the side of the room. Then we had to take our exercise books from our desks and I was told to write my name on the front of my book. He then began a lesson in sexual technique both hetro and lesbian. Using drawings he told us how to satisfy a partner and went into pretty much every possible variation. We had to make notes in our books. The lesson lasted around two hours then he said it was time for a practical. The three of us went back to the bedroom and we were ordered to strip as he did the same and his erect penis bounced to attention. Then we got onto the bed and he required us to satisfy him. Of course there was much touching and stroking but the first one to actually be taken was Gemma (whom he had taken many times before my arrival). My sister opened her legs to him willingly but as we were captives and almost certainly drugged any court in the land would have said it was rape. Then it was my turn. I won't go into the fine detail as it would take a very long time to recount every touch, movement and moan. Also I really don't want to write about everything he made us do. It was dusk before we finished and the three of us dressed before he led us downstairs. It was an old house with thick stone walls and beside the large kitchen was a small bare room which had probably once been a store room. He locked us into the room which was almost dark although some of the remaining daylight came in through the small square window set very high up against the ceiling. We sat on the cold, hard stone floor in opposite corners with our legs folded up and we talked. I discovered that he had contacted Gem in a chatroom about a year ago and had been subtly grooming her as he had done with me. He had drawn out her secrets and set her little tasks which became ever more daring and then he had captured her in a very similar way to that which he had used with me. She had told Mum that she was going to Cyprus with her best friend. Suzy really had gone to Cyprus but not with Gemma so, just like me, no-one was expecting to hear from Gemma for the whole summer break. Gemma had been made to phone Mum with him standing beside her to report that she had safely arrived in Cyprus. He had told her that the phone was routed through the internet and completely untraceable. I realised that in telling him about Gemma and answering his questions I had given him an insight into her so I had helped him to discover exactly how to manipulate her. Of course he had also questioned her about me so he would have known if I had lied in any of the mails which I sent to him. Gem told me that we were on a large farm out in the country somewhere. His property ran for a very long way and was surrounded by a very secure perimeter, not that Gem had ever been allowed anywhere near the outside wall, so escape was pretty much impossible even if we had the will to escape. Gem also told me that in his email relationship with her he had told her that his name was Edward and he ran his own business in Southampton. From this I inferred that the information he had given me about himself was probably also false. I took comfort from this because if neither of us knew anything about his true identity that increased our chances of being released at the end of the summer - didn't it? It was not long before he came to fetch us and we ate baked beans and bread seated at the large pine kitchen table. Then we drank cocoa and it was time for bed. He took us to our room and locked us in. Gem said that we had to share the bed and sleep naked. She knew that the room was covered by tiny cameras as she had found that he always knew exactly what she did when she was alone here. It was probably also bugged for sound so we always spoke in whispers when we were alone. Summer Captive The bed was a small double and it was impossible not to touch each other. Add to that out nudity, our afternoon of sexual instruction and the drugs we had been fed and it was inevitable that tongues and hands would explore each other's bodies until we slept in each other's arms. Gem has always had larger breasts than my own little boobies and it at first felt very strange to be caressing her full round breasts and then to venture down to her shaved smooth pudenda. At the same time her delicate fingers and moist tongue were working greedily at my own body as the two of us intertwined, moaned and writhed together in a fog of endorphins and urgent lust. We thought nothing of the show which we were putting on for the man who was certainly monitoring and enjoying every move and every sound. We were awakened by birdsong and Gem said we had to be dressed and make the bed ready for inspection when he came in. She made it clear that not being ready for inspection would lead to a very unpleasant punishment. "He will cane us anyway whenever he feels like it but if he does it as a genuine punishment he always adds some nasty variation or twist." When he unlocked the door and came in he found two smartly uniformed girls standing to attention beside a well made bed then he took us downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast of a banana and dry toast with milk. He made us wash up which did not take long and then he announced that we had a cross country run which we would complete in just our gym pants and bare feet. Neither of us relished this prospect but we undressed for him and folded our clothes leaving them on the table. He took us out into the farmyard and seated himself on the quad bike which he would use to follow us. Our first reaction on hitting the cool morning air on our practically naked bodies was to hunch up but he ordered us to run to keep warm. We ran down the muddy track with our unsupported boobs bouncing, well Gem's were bouncing, mine were just wobbling. Of course we did not dare look back but we heard the engine of the quad bike growling just behind us. When we came to any sort of turning he would roar past us and then sit there directing us which way to go. He kept shouting at us to step up the pace and suddenly, as I was panting up a slope across a field a firey pain took me across my bare back and I fell forward onto my face with my nipples hitting the wet ground painfully. I looked up to see him sitting on the bike holding a whip and shouting at me to get up. After that both of us felt the whip from time to time. He drove us around a circular course which must have been all on his land. Eventually we came out of some woodland and saw the farm house just across a field. He barked at us to stop and take off our knickers. We looked at each other and obeyed. Of course the gym pants were soaking and caked with mud just like the rest of us. He opened the box on the back of his bike and our intimate garments flopped into the box which we had seen, to our alarm, contained handcuffs and shackles. He cuffed our hands behind us and shackled our ankles then he ordered us onto our bellies. We lowered ourselves awkwardly to the wet ground and I got a mouthful of mud as my head flopped down. "Now so far you have just sauntered along like a nice country stroll. The last bit to the house is a race. The last girl home will be severely punished so you had better get moving." For a second we just lay there. We were chained up; how did he expect us to race? The whip descended across both of us causing us to scream and we began to wriggle forward on our bellies. It was hard work moving over the field like a pair of caterpillars. We were soaked with sweat as well as mud and small stones kept making small cuts on the front of our bodies. The effort of moving caused us to pull on our shackles and soon our wrists and ankles were bruised, sore and bleeding; the house seemed a very long way off and we could only see it when we looked up. Most of the time all we could see was the mud and grass a few inches in front of our faces. As we neared the house we were both considering our dilemma. Neither of us wanted to face whatever punishment awaited the loser but the winner would condemn her sister to an unknown and probably painful fate. We could not resolve this and our indecision led to the inevitable dead heat despite his constant instructions that there had to be a winner. We reached the front steps of the house and collapsed in wet, panting little heaps of defeated flesh which felt they could not move another inch. This was the first time that we had actually defied one of his commands and we knew something terrible was about to happen to us. He lifted me onto his shoulder as if I were no weight at all and he barked at Gemma not to move. My muddy hair was dangling down his back and my naked legs were in front of him and getting bruised on the doorposts as we went into a room which I had not seen before. I was dumped not at all carefully on the floor where he removed my handcuffs and chains. It was obvious that he was angry and I was whimpering. Even when the chains fell free I did not move as I had no energy left and I just allowed him to pick me up and deposit me over a sort of box which had a sloping top so that my head was a few inches from the floorboards and my bum was up in the air. It sounds stupid to say that I simply allowed him to fasten my wrists and ankles with broad leather straps at either corner of the box but I really was that exhausted both physically and emotionally. Another strap went over my back holding me flat down on the box and the straps on my ankles kept my legs secured to the sides of the box so I was, in effect, riding it with the cold air from the open door on my very exposed intimate lips. At this point I discovered that there was a small horn of solid leather at the back of the box which was aligned with my most sensitive spot. The straps gave me about half an inch of freedom but whichever way I moved I could not get clear of the annoying little horn and moving across it had predictable and embarrassing effects. I was certain that I was in for a very painful thrashing and was very puzzled when I heard his footsteps leaving the room. So he was going to leave me here to stew before he beat me. What would he do to my sister? I soon discovered the role which Gem was going to play. I heard him bring her into the room and remove her shackles then he dragged her in front of me so that I could see her mud streaked naked body supported on his arms as he put smelling salts under her snub nose to revive her. He picked up a vicious looking cane from a table and put it into her hand then he dragged her out of my sight and I heard his voice behind me. "Do you remember when Julie told your dad about you and Jimmy Page and when she told Horrible Andrew Jones about your new thong?" Hearing the words shocked me to the core; how could she have told him all the private details of our growing up? But of course he had been wringing all her secrets from her just as he had made me reveal all my most intimate secrets. I screamed as a line of fire erupted across my left buttock and my body went rigid. It had been a vicious stroke administered with great force. Surely a man's hand had been behind it but then he was standing in front of me grinning as a second stroke landed. He kept urging Gemma to greater efforts as stroke after stroke landed. My nose was running and tears streaked my face as I begged for her to stop. Every stroke seemed to drive my body down onto that leather protrusion under my clit and I was certain that I could feel blood trickling down my thighs. My heart was pounding and I was hot and cold at the same time as the exertion of my futile struggles to escape the torture caused me to burn and the sweat covering my naked body cooled and made me shiver. This was my own sister. How could she be doing this to me? How could he have this much power over her that she would so enthusiastically hurt me at his command? It was humiliating to hear myself begging her to stop and I found that deep feelings of hate for her were welling up inside my agonised soul. I wanted to faint and find refuge in unconsciousness but somehow that never happened so I just had to lie there enduring stroke after stroke after stroke. Eventually I realised that I was no longer being beaten. Was it after many hours? Well I guess it can't really have been that long. I lay there panting and weeping and I was dimly aware of my straps being unfastened. Through my tears I saw Gemma standing naked and chained by one wrist to a radiator. Andy was kissing me and telling me that he was proud of me. "What shall we do to Gemma, Julie?" I couldn't speak but I had a lot of ideas about what we should do with Gemma. He held me and dried my face as I slowly recovered and became just about able to stand then he turned to my sister and took the handcuff from her wrist before hefting her onto his shoulder with his arm locked over her waist as her feet and hands flailed around in the air. "Come with me Julie, you'll enjoy this." We went through the hallway and down stone steps into the cellar. I was moving painfully as I was still suffering from the effects of the brutal flogging which I had been forced to endure. In the centre of the cellar stood a small metal cage with a wooden floor. It had probably been constructed to hold a medium sized dog. Gem knew what was coming and now she began to plead but he dropped her onto the floor and pushed her inside then grabbed her ankles in one hand and pushed them in after her. He swung the door shut and asked me if I would like to snap the padlock into place which I did with a very satisfying click. It was very cramped inside the cage. Her head was slightly bent forward and her knees were under her chin. The bars on either side pressed into her shoulders and she had to keep her hands in her lap as she could not get her arms beside her. Without a word he handed me a metal bucket full of water and his intention was obvious. I stood beside the cage grinning as she looked up at me then I emptied the pail over the cage causing my sister to shriek. It was wickedly satisfying to watch her shivering and dripping in her tiny prison. He was smiling as he spoke to me in his gentle voice. "Come upstairs Julie. It's time to make love. We can leave Gemma to imagine what she is missing." I leaned on him as we went up the steps and he took me to his bedroom which was definitely a man's room but not harsh or lacking in comforts. It was a large bed with black satin sheets and he walked me past the bed to the ensuite shower room where he shed his clothing and then tenderly soaped away the dried mud from my afternoon ordeal. After our shared shower in lots of foam he led me back to the bed where I lay face down and he gently rubbed healing cream into my sore bottom. His massage was not confined to my wounded areas and it led naturally into sensitive love making. This was not the erotic and technical gymnastics of our session with Gemma; I found that he was genuinely excellent at giving pleasure and making a woman feel treasured and satisfied. The daylight had faded now and we could see the stars through the open curtains. It was one of those times when everything seems perfect and in balance and it ended when I drifted into a deep sleep. I awoke to the smell of fresh ground coffee and saw him sitting naked on the bed beside me. Of course we embraced and that led to another bout of tender love making. He told me that when I was sleeping soundly he had slipped out of bed to release Gemma from her cage and give her a drink of water but she was still chained up in the cellar where he had left her after releasing her from the cage. And so the days and weeks passed. There were no calendars in any of the rooms we girls were allowed into so we had no idea of how much time had passed. It was accepted that we were his to do with as he chose; usually one of us would share his bed at night while the other remained locked in our room. The school type lessons in sex went on and the only clothing we had were those awful uniforms. If we were not uniformed we would be nude or perhaps just in vest and knickers. Punishment remained part of the routine and it was accepted unquestionably that he would punish us whenever he felt it was deserved or at any other time when that was what he wanted to do. We both lived for the times when he pleasured us but it was taken for granted that we were there to pleasure him and we tried to outdo him in our subservience. He had chosen well in taking sisters instead of just two random girls because no-one knows more about competition than sisters and he used that to his advantage. After a while he mentioned to us that it was almost time for us to return to the real world and our first instinct was to resist this or perhaps to find some way that we could spend every weekend with him. But he was in charge. "If you remained with me I would become bored or you would become fractious and I would be forced to deal with that. After what we have done I could never release you into a world where you may at some point say I had abducted you so I would be forced to find a permanent solution. None of us wants that so you have to go back. I never promised you a relationship forever did I?" Gemma pouted like a little girl and he ordered her to stop that immediately which she did as she knew the consequences of disobedience. As ever we had to accept his decision but he promised us a final thrill to end our summer hols. I asked if we would still be in touch by email or if we could come back to the farm one day and he looked at me sternly. "Do obedient girls ask questions Julie?" "No Sir, sorry Sir." And so it just remains for me to tell you about the final thrill. He had to return Gem to Bournemouth and me to Portsmouth so he dealt with us separately but I have since found out that he treated us pretty much the same. I was the first to leave the farm. One day after our evening meal he brought out of a drawer the clothing which I had been wearing when he captured me and he told me to kiss Gemma before she was locked in the room which we had shared. Once Gemma had been put to bed he told me to take off my uniform which I did leaving me standing naked in his kitchen and expecting to be given my normal clothes but that did not happen. He carried my clothes and told me to follow him out to the yard where he had parked a dark coloured van. Before I got into the back of the van he handcuffed my hands behind me then I climbed awkwardly into the van and he slammed the door leaving me naked in a windowless metal box. He started the van and we lurched down the drive with me sitting on the cold metal floor of the van for a long and uncomfortable drive. I was dozing as the van pulled to a halt and he opened the back doors; he beckoned me out into the night and I saw that we had parked beside a patch of green in the city. His hand was firm on my shoulder as he steered me through the gate and then pushed me down so that I was sitting on the grass beside a wooden seat. He took from his pocket a second pair of handcuffs and secured the cuffs I was wearing to the leg of the seat. I saw that my clothes were on the far end of the seat out of my reach and he placed the key on top of them. I was very alarmed as I had a shrewd idea what was going to happen next. My situation was quite desperate; I was stark naked and helpless in a public place with him sitting on his haunches grinning at me in the moonlight. "Now if you are very clever you might be able to stretch your legs to pull your clothes and the key within reach. If you are not very clever you will just have to hope for a kindly jogger or dog walker. Tell him it was a student prank." He kissed the top of my head and then I watched helplessly as he left me. I have never seen him since and I still don't know his real name but I keep hoping for an email.