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From louvre@dido.fa.indiana.edu Sat Oct 07 20:33:19 1995
To: jacksmak@ix.netcom.com
Subject: Re: rq (auto response)
From: The Louvre <louvre@dido.fa.indiana.edu>
Date: Sat, 7 Oct 1995 20:33:19 -0500


Subject: NEW STORY - The Capture of Kerri (Part 1)
The Capture of Kerri:
 
	Adjusting the amplification on the night sights, Conrad panned the surrounding suburban neighborhood in search of any activity 
that might jeopardize his mission.  He readjusted his position attempting to gain a margin of comfort while laying prone on the cold ground.  
He was camouflaged from head to toe and was hidden from sight by a low hedge running along the edge of a two acre parcel of wooded 
wet-lands.  
	He had been laying here in this position for the better part of eight hours waiting for the clock to progress towards the specified 
time.  It was 0300 hours and the targets house had been dark for five hours.  Another half hour to go.  The neighborhood was completely quiet 
and, with the exception of a short lived party by a small group of teenage thugs, nothing had moved since 1130 hours.
	Conrads target was presumably asleep in her two story townhouse, laying just behind the curtained window located on the upper 
story at the back of the home.  He had watched her come home at the usual time, turn on the expected soap opera and head upstairs to 
change her clothes.  He had watched her come downstairs, don a pair of Walkman stereo headphones, and race along on an imaginary 
circuit upon her stationary treadmill.  
	She was not overly paranoid with drawing the curtains over her windows to the rear of her town house.  He assumed it was 
because the woods obstructed anyone from looking into her home and she felt more comfortable.  Because of this, Conrad J. Crispon had a 
clear view of the kitchen and living room.  Her bathroom window was made of textured glass allowing only ghostly shadows to be seen - but It 
was enough for now.
	At the expected time, she had made herself a dinner consisting of  unidentifiable, weight reducing, microwavable, new-generation 
sustenance.  Inspecting her garbage the previous day for clues to her lifestyle, Conrad wondered how anyone could live off of such crap, 
much less why his target would need it.  She was in perfect shape and her constant phys-ed routine certainly would do more than eating this 
space-age food substitute, so he thought.
	While she was away attending classes at the university, he had also monitored her mail, learning to his pleasure that she had just 
broken up with some guy named David and that her nearest family members were in San Diego. She was alone her in this big city and in her 
letters home, mentioned that she was sorry for not calling or writing often.  It was just that she was so busy with her college life....  The coup de 
grace was discovering that she wasnt expecting to visit home till the spring break, another five months away.  She was by herself and she 
was for the most part, unaccounted for.
 
G
 
	Conrad had first spotted his target two years ago while flipping through the pages of a Playboy magazine.  It was the October issue 
and he didnt bother with reading the article, but instead skipped right to the centerfold, pulling it out and extending its three page-wide glossy 
photograph.
	Her name was Kerri Kendal and she was absolutely gorgeous, Conrad thought, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his 
life.  She was a dusty-blonde with chestnut brown eyes, ruby red lips and the most sensual mouth imaginable.  The fact sheet that came with 
the Playboy centerfold gave a brief history and profile of Kerri, including her measurements, a voluptuous 36-22-33, five and half feet tall, 
weighing in at 110 pounds, and very importantly, a place to start looking - her birthplace.  
	It wasnt an idea that Conrad had formulated at the time.  No, that would take time to construct and develop.  Two years to be exact. 
 Two years of gazing at her pictures, collecting every issue of Playboy and its associated publications, two years to become needful of more 
than casual masturbation to two-dimensional photos.  The final straw was upon purchasing a Playboy VHS video profiling Kerri.  Seeing her 
move, listening to her voice, was just too much for Conrad and soon he found himself contriving ways in which to find where she lived.  This 
was easier than he thought possible.
	All he wanted at first was just to see her with his own eyes, from a distance.  But as with most fantasies, he began to covet her 
assets and he wanted more.  He hadnt bothered with the fantasy of becoming close to her, establishing any sort of relationship.  He was a 
man unaccustomed to becoming close to women, especially very good looking women.  They made him nervous, always wondering what 
they thought of him, usually relegated to the thought that he displeased most women.  Conrad was not an exceptionally good looking man, not 
ugly at all, but not model quality either.  He felt that he did not have the physical attributes to truly attract, most specifically, sexually attract a 
beautiful woman.  A psychologist or most any other woman would have told him that he was paranoid and that he was a perfectly acceptable 
man for any woman.  And indeed, many very beautiful women throughout his life would have been happy to have had a relationship with 
Conrad, if only he had made himself more accessible to them.
	But for Conrad the only thing that he understood was that in order to be close to Kerri Kendal he was going to have to force the 
issue.  And force was something that he was good at.  It was what drove him to become a successful trader on Wall Street and allowed him to 
retreat to an isolated home in the mountains of the North Cascades where he did most of his business with a personal computer and a 
modem.
	His mountain retreat was also ideal for what he had in mind.  The large log home was deep within the 240 wooded acres and was 
bordered on three sides by huge cliffs of granite.  The only entrance, a mile long gravel road twisted and gnarled.  His nearest neighbors 
were nine miles away to the south and the only people that neared the outer electrified fences were the occasional hunter.
	The home was a split level, three stories in all.  The entire structure was made of second growth ponderosa pine with a sheen of 
fine lacquer applied to the interior.  It was a very handsome house and spoke volumes about  the 33 year old man who owned it.  To the very 
rare visitor, the home suggested a man who had taken control of his life very early on.  Pictures of his successful climbs in the Andes and 
Himalayas adorned the walls.  Above the huge cobblestone fireplace a record-sized mount of an African lion stared menacingly.  The huge 
kitchen attested to his desire to cook elaborate food and his wine collection suggesting a connoisseur of good taste.
	An inquisitive guest might have noticed that the door underneath the stairwell was locked.  Most likely they would have thought that 
this was the coat closet and left it at that.  Conrad had specifically designed it that way.
	It took a solid year of hard labor and much time digging through piles of literature, both modern and from ages ago.  He needed 
cold hard facts on the best methods of subduing and holding a human subject.  He read books from the world of bondage and dominance.  
On his desk lay microfiche canisters containing text and diagrams of devices and methods used by the Roman Empire for running their slave 
market.  In addition, he studied the art of surveillance and counterinsurgency methods.  During hunting season Conrad perfected the art of still 
hunting, moving unseen through the woods, stalking his prey till he was close enough to reach out and touch the unsuspecting animal with his 
hand.
	While he honed his skills he also spent a great amount of time preparing his home.  It was here that he planned on keeping her.  It 
was here that he felt safest.  He had begun by installing a solid steel door on 4 hinges to the basement stairwell.  This was secured by a 
combination and key lock, the key lock only accessible from the outside.  To hide this ugly and obvious door, he had built a false frame 
around it and installed a very plain looking closet door in front.  This was of course locked.
	The basement was nearly 2000 square feet in size, giving him plenty of room to work.  He had installed several stone walls 
creating the atmosphere of a dungeon and had partitioned off several rooms.  These included a bed chamber, a bathroom of sorts, a cell 
block complete with bars, a monitoring station, and a large area he hesitated to call a torture chamber.
	In every room he had installed video cameras and lights in strategic locations.  These were all wired to the monitoring station and 
a remote station located upstairs in the living room..
	Covering nearly the entire floor and each wall of the basement, at one foot intervals, were heavy gauge stainless steel retaining 
rings, embedded and flush with the surface.  Bolted into the cement floor were several devices that Conrad had built from drawings he had 
located.  These devices were designed to hold the human body in various positions securely, and were massive in construction, intimidating 
to even look upon.
	A large collection of whips, chains and other discipline-enforcing objects hung from hooks on one wall.  These were mostly for 
effect as Conrad did not have a desire to actually physically damage his prize.  In fact, the one noticeable difference between himself and the 
many case studies that he had read concerning B&D, was that he did not want to inflict damage to the subject.  The subject being Kerri 
Kendal.  For two years he had fawned over her perfect body, a 15 on a scale of 1 to 10, and he had no intentions of scaring that beauty in the 
least.
	As for her mind however, he had every intention of twisting it and making her jump on command.  His desire was to dominate her, 
make her subject to his every whim, and in the back of his mind, he had hoped that she would eventually come to him of her own accord.  But 
first he wanted to dominate her sexually.  Pain would be used to do this, but also he wanted to use pain to awaken her sexuality.  It would be a 
non-destructive pain, but nevertheless, agonizing pain.  Everything that he had read indicated that pain was the cornerstone to control.  The 
pain he would inflict would be of a sexual nature, always focusing upon releasing her hidden inhibitions, and then just as quickly depriving her 
of fully attaining her desires until she was allowed to by him.  Conrad wanted complete control, control of her stimuli and her sexual release.  
Pain, deprivation, and humiliation would all play a part in Kerris life in the very near future.
 
G
 
	It was time.  One last check to make sure the area was clear and Conrad stood, moving forward quickly in a crouch towards the 
back sliding glass doors.  In his left ear he listened to a hushed and steady breathing coming from a hidden microphone he had place in 
Kerris bedroom the day before.  Upon reaching the glass doors, he was completely hidden from the neighbors view by trellis work on either 
side.
	He took his time on the door, sliding a thin strip of metal between the door jam and the frame, moving it upwards and lifting the lock 
in a quiet click.  His job was made easier by Kerris lack of security measures.  She hadnt even taken the precaution of placing a dowel stick 
at the base of the door along the length of the track.  His stealth was also increased by using a graphite composite to lubricate the tracks so 
that the door would make a minimum of noise upon opening.  This he had also accomplished during the day while she was gone.
	Holding his breath, Conrad pulled on the door handle, slowly sliding it open, listening all the while for a change in her breathing 
pattern indicating that she might have heard something.  She hadnt.
	 He moved inside and smelled the air as a predator might do on the open plains of the Serengetti.  His senses were a peak 
efficiency as he closed in on his prey.  With the night goggles he could pick his way carefully around any objects that might give away his 
approach.  Up the stairs he went, one at a time, taking a full five seconds between each step, making sure that no creaks would issue forth 
from some weakened board.
	He wasnt scared in the least.  There was virtually no danger to himself.  Kerri possessed no firearms and he was physically much 
stronger than any woman that he knew, short of a few female body builders that he thought lived on male testosterone injections.  In the 
unlikely event that things got out of control and she managed to scream or cause a commotion, he could bolt out of there in seconds and be 
miles away before the first police would show up.  Identifying him would be impossible with his camouflage and night vision goggles hiding 
his face.  The police would call it an attempted rape or theft and after she relaxed her guard, he would try again.
	As he neared her room, the sounds of her breathing stopped and he heard the rustling of sheets as she readjusted herself.  He 
waited, breathing callously, waited until her breathing returned to that of a person deep in sleep.
	Peaking around the corner of her opened bedroom door, he saw Kerri laying on her stomach, sheets pulled up over her 
shoulders, her hair, luminescent green though the goggles, lay heaped over her back in a disorderly manner.  Her eyes were closed, 
oblivious to the man standing two feet from her ready to pounce and claim his prey.
	One subject that he had covered thoroughly under the guise of writing a suspense novel, was that of subduing a subject through 
the use of various drugs.  He had obtained expert advise from doctors concerning the appropriate dosages and side affects that would 
occur.  He had told them that he wanted to come across to his readers with accurate information.  Some doctors rejected his search for 
information, but a few, under the idea of helping a famous writer with his work, helped immensely.  One even went so far as to hypothosise 
how the killer in Conrads book could obtain the drugs without detection.  
	He had selected a drug with the street name of F-4, (It had a pharmaceutical name that he could not pronounce), which was known 
for its stability and predictability and could be given intramuscularly.  Given the body weight, a dosage could be measured to keep a person 
unconscious from anywhere between a half hour to upwards of six hours.  The syringe in his hand held 20 ccs of the drug and would knock 
her out for about four hours.
	Pulling the protective cap off of the needle, Conrad noted carefully where Kerris bottom was underneath the thin covers.
	Well, here goes nothing!,  he thought to himself, careful not to make a sound.  With a quick motion he plunged the needle through 
the sheets and into her right buttock, pushing down on the plunger, sending the powerful and quick acting drug into her bloodstream.
	Hmmmm.....??, Kerri mumbled as she came slowly awake.  Something wasnt quite right, a pin-prick sensation on her bottom.  No 
pain, just a prick and a warm feeling spreading inside of her, reaching out from her buttocks and easing into her nervous system.  Her eyes 
flickered open for a brief moment but she was greeted by darkness.  She was still very tired and the annoyance was past.  She felt herself 
slipping back into sleep, but this time it was a drug-induced sleep that she would not awake from for some hours to come.
	It was somewhat of a letdown, that of Kerri not even awakening to become aware of her predicament, but it was for the best.  For the 
time being he left her there to sleep while he rummaged around for a couple of Kerris suitcases and travel bags.  For the next half hour he 
packed a large number of clothing, taking particular care in selecting the most provocative and sexy items, and other particulars that he 
thought an individual might take on an extended trip.  Just in case someone was to wonder what happened to Kerri, this would buy him time 
while the police explored if she had just upped and left like so many young, single women do.  It also would provide him with clothing of her 
size in which he could adorn her with and then later remove.  Several pairs of high heels, a couple of which were six and seven inches high, 
much of her makeup and beauty accessories, and lastly two dildos which he found to his surprise in the back of her underwear drawer.
	Smiling at his successful capture thus far, Conrad removed the microphone that he had hidden underneath her nightstand and then 
went over to her resting form.  His breathing came hard and his heart pounded for the first time as he slowly pulled back the sheets revealing 
her near-naked body.  Kerri was wearing a pair of white panties and a matching silk night shirt, showing off her exquisite curves, and a pair of 
white socks to keep her feet warm during the night.
	Conrad had a hard time controlling his desire to take her right then, but he managed, remembering his plan to prolong his own 
anticipation.  He rolled her over onto her back and gazed into her quiet face.  She was far more beautiful than her Playboy pictures gave her 
credit.  He lifted her shoulders and placed an arm underneath them while at the same time cradling her knees with his other arm.  Lifting her off 
the bed, he walked her downstairs and laid her down on the couch.  He went back to her bedroom and made the bed, careful not to leave any 
evidence behind of her abduction.
	It was a short walked across the lawn to the security of the woods as he had to make the trip twice from Kerris home to his parked 
van on the other side of the trees.  Once to haul her limp form across and once for her baggage and to lock her back door.  Her neighbors all 
slept quietly, not noticing anything that had occurred on that dark September night.
	He had a long drive ahead of him, following Interstate 5 north from Portland to Seattle and then taking I-530 east to his home.  Total 
trip time was going to be around six hours.  She would be awake long before they arrived and he had taken measures to make certain that 
she could not make noise or escape.  
	After placing her in the van, on the hard steel floor, he had bound her ankles together using leather cuffs to prevent mutilation that 
could come with struggling against the more traditional steel cuffs that police use.  These he attached to a ring at the foot of the van floor.  To 
her wrists he attached a similar pair of leather cuffs and crossed them behind and underneath her neck to where he attached them directly into 
another ring.  A black leather collar went around her neck and was attached to her wrist cuffs.  Thus she would not be able to raise her head or 
use her arms in any manner.  He placed a pillow under her head to support it and to keep her from getting hurt from banging it on the floor.  
Finally, at her waist he attached a leather belt and secured it to the last ring directly underneath her, securing her entire body at three points.
	To prevent her from making noise when she awoke, he opened her mouth and placed a semi-hard, leather covered phallus into it 
which was secured by a thick, padded strap of leather extending around her head.  It was more comfortable than a ball gag and more efficient 
at containing any attempted screams.  He then placed a wide leather blindfold over her eyes.  As a final touch, he secured a pair of 
headphones over her ears which were attached to a walkman issuing forth a steady hiss of loud static, shutting off any useable sensory input 
as to where she was going.
 
G
 
	Bumping and jarring.  Being tossed about as if in a car.  Those were her first thoughts as the drug began to wear off.  But the noise 
in her ears was foreign and confused her.  She tried to open her eyes but couldnt, feeling something pressing on the eyelids.  Her head hurt 
from the after effects of the drug and her mouth was dry.  Then she discovered that there was something in her mouth, something that wasnt 
supposed to be there.  She tried to dislodge it with her tongue but it wouldnt budge.  The lingering effects of the drug kept her from panicking, 
reduced the events to almost a dream-like effect.
	She tried to roll over and move her arms up to her face.  She willed her arms, but they did not respond.  Neither would the rest of 
her body.  Strange, she thought absently.  Then a thought came to her, have I been in an accident?, but she couldnt remember being hurt.  In 
fact the last thing she remembered was going to bed that night, falling asleep to the sound of her clock radio which was programmed to shut 
off after an hour.
	So what is happening to me?  Why cant I move or see anything?
	Then there was that persistent feeling that she was in a moving vehicle and her thoughts returned to the object in her mouth.  What 
is this thing?  Is it one of those things that opens the airway if someone has trouble breathing?  Am I in a ambulance?
	Her tongue ran over the surface of the gag and again she tried to push it out to no avail.  I cant breathe through it whatever it is, 
she realized.
	Uuugghhhhggg......, was all that came out from her when she attempted to ask where she was.  Even that she could not hear over 
the persistent hiss of the headphones.
	Up front in the drivers seat, Conrad had heard her first awakenings and was very alert to anything that she might try.  He knew that 
he had taken all precautions necessary to completely subdue her, yet he was always looking over his shoulder for the impossible to happen. 
 It was this instinct that kept him ahead on Wall Street and it was what kept in always on the edge, watching and ever wary.  He drove on, his 
destination only a half hour away.  She had slept much longer than he had been led to believe, and he was relieved that she was coming out 
of it.
	As the drug wore off, her senses became more aware and her thoughts more defined.  Soon she knew nearly certain that nothing 
was wrong with herself physically and a dread in the bottom of her stomach began to rise.  Oh shit!, she uttered to herself, Oh shit!  I think Im 
tied up.  I think someone tied me up and now Im in a car.  Oh God, no.  Please dont let this be happening to me.  Please, Oh God, please no!
	He breathing quickened as did her pulse and she began to feel sick to her stomach.  As she contemplated her position, the 
obvious gag in her mouth, her blindfold and the hiss in her ears, she became certain of the fact that she had been abducted.  She began to 
shake uncontrollably from fear and her skin went ashen she fought with her imagination.
	Was her captor or captors there watching her?  How many were there and what were they going to do to her?  The questions 
tumbled through her mind, numbing her and forcing adrenaline to rush through her veins.  Out of control now, she sucked in a huge breath of 
air and screamed as loud as she had ever screamed in her life.  Vainly she fought with her bondage, howling through her leather gag, and 
crying till her tears wet her cheeks.  Then after she was completely spent, she uttered one last gargled plea for help, and settled down, 
sobbing softly and wondering if she was going to ever see her family and friends again.
	The gag was very effective at reducing her screams to muffled sounds which were easily concealed by an even louder car stereo 
system.  Conrad had been shocked as to the violent struggle she put forth upon comprehending her situation.  It was a good thing that he was 
moving along at a posted 55 mph and not sitting at a stop sign where someone might notice the van bobbing about from her thrashing.
	Five minutes later they had arrived at the cutoff to the dirt road leading up to Conrads property.  He stopped the van, got out and 
unlocked the chain link gate, pushing it wide open to allow passage of the duo.  He jumped back in the van, moved it through the opening and 
then locked the gate behind them.
	The rest of the mile long road was full of potholes and ruts which caused the van to heave and bounce heavily, throwing his 
captive the inch or two that her bounds allowed.  The van pulled up to the gravel driveway and he turned off the engine.
	Feeling the vehicle come to a rest and sensing that the engine was off, Kerris senses were alert.  She felt the urgency of her fears 
renewing as she awaited for what would happen next.  Her arms were so sore from being pinned behind her.  Maybe they would free her arms 
now.  It was a drop of hope pulled from an ocean of despair.
	She felt the van jar as the back doors were opened and the spring of the suspension as someone jumped inside by her.  She 
stopped breathing and tensed so completely as to not move a muscle.
	Conrad moved over next to her head and gently pulled the headphones from over her ears and let them drop to the vans floor.  
He waited a moment to let her hearing return and then said softly, Can you hear me?  Nod your head if you can.
	His voice sounds friendly, she thought, suddenly hopeful that all of this was going to work out okay.  She nodded her head and 
tried to say something.  Mmmgggfff..... was all that came up.
	Good, he continued, I suppose you might be wondering what has happened to you and who I am.  I know I would if I was in your 
current position.  He chuckled lightly.  First off, Im not going to be able to tell you everything right now.  It will take time for you to understand.  
Yes, you have been abducted.  He let that last statement sink in.
	Her hopes dashed with the confirmation of her capture, she began to cry again, rolling her head from side to side and wailing in 
despair.
	After a moment to let her calm down, Conrad continued to talk to her in as soothing a voice as he could muster.  The authoritative 
voice would come soon enough after she has been told the rules by which he expected her to live by.  Lets get one thing straight right off the 
bat.  You will not die at my hands.  Do you understand that?, he reemphasized, I have not gone to the trouble of taking you alive just to kill 
you.  Neither now nor in the long run will I ever consider taking your life.  You have my word on that Ms. Kendal.
	He knows my name!  Is he someone I know?  The voice, try and focus on the voice.  The fact that he had promised not to kill her 
alluded her immediate thoughts as she tried to place the voice with a face.  She had stopped crying for now, hanging on every word her 
abductor said.  At last she pondered on what he said about not killing her and it comforted her somewhat.  Then what are you going to do with 
me?
	I have taken you for reasons that have been reenacted for centuries, from the barbarians that called themselves Romans to more 
modern times - those that call themselves sheiks.  It is nothing new that I am doing here, you see.  I have not taken you for ransom or to sell for 
slavery.  No, I have taken you as a wild animal takes his mate.  By force and without consent.  You, Kerri Kendal, will be my mate, my slave 
and personal property.
	She was too shocked to cry or move.  The words coursed through her mind but she couldnt quite grasp them.  It was if those words 
were spoken to someone else.  Not her.  It wasnt possible - was it?
 
G
 
	Conrad released her wrists and neck collar from the ring embedded in the floor of the van, but kept her wrists firmly attached to her 
neck.  He then liberated her ankles from their appointed ring as well.  She began to rise on her own, but he pushed her back gently.
	Kerri, I will be releasing you from the floor.  You will still be bound in such a way that you cannot escape.  I will let you move your 
muscles around in order to restore your circulation for a minute or two.  If you try to escape or try anything that might displease me, you will be 
punished.  Do you understand?
	She nodded her head and waited for the rest of her bonds to be untied.  His soothing voice made it difficult for her to take if 
seriously, but she wasnt stupid either.  She was going to do her best not to piss her captor off any more than necessary.  Now that she was 
reasonably comfortable that she was not going to lose her life maybe she could also reduce any other abuse that came her way.  She was 
compliant with his wishes and only when he prompted her did she sit up and stretch her muscles.  Her ankles were still tied together forcing 
her to stretch her legs from the knees, back and forth till the numbness subsided.  She began twisting her body from the waist up, trying to 
regain some circulation to her back, but quickly stopped when she thought that she might be giving her captor a show.
	Come this way, he said to her while directing her outside the vehicle.  The sunlight warmed her cold body and she turned to face it 
wishing that she could see where she was.  She was standing on gravel, in her stocking feet and for the first time she was cognizant of her 
attire.  Had she been able to, she would have brought her hands down to cover herself in embarrassment.  Now, she could only stand there 
wondering what her captive was thinking while watching her.  Would he rape her?  Of course he will!, she rebuked herself for the stupid 
thought. 
	He touched her at the waist and she jumped, nearly toppling over.  This gravel would be a bit rough on your tender feet and 
besides, I cant quite trust you enough yet to undo your feet.  Soooo, I will be picking you up in my arms, quite gentlemanly like I assure you, 
and I will walk you inside where I will take off your blindfold and let you have something to drink even, he said reassuringly.
	He had taken her by surprise.  He was so courteous that she just couldnt believe that he was going to imprison her.  It was his kind 
approach that caused her to let her guard down a bit, just enough to allow him to pick her up in his arms without fighting him.  She heard a door 
open and then shut behind them.  Then she was gently plopped down onto a comfortable sofa.
	
(continued in part 2)
 


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