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Subject: NEW STORY: A Tale for the Retelling 1/3 (M/F, NC, BDSM)
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This is a story from my imagination.  If you do not like explicit sex,
elements of BDSM, or possibly non-consensual sexual themes do not read 
this. If you are under the legal age to read erotic material in your 
area do not read this.  Understand this is my story and has my copy 
write so do not ask if you can archive it on a pay site, or rewrite it 
putting your name on it or change it in any way.  I am posting on this 
free site so those that enjoy these type of stories can write me and let 
me know.  All complements will be enjoyed and acknowledged, most 
criticism appreciated, all flames returned in
kind.

Terry
Wld_Rascal@hotmail.com

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I blinked my eyes, I was free and I could see.  Wow, the evening was 
beautiful and the city smelled so alive.  People everywhere I looked.  
People going places doing stuff.  I was back with people.  Had he let me 
go or I had escaped I was not sure.  

Frantically I looked around for a pay phone and ran to the first one I 
spied.  Not having a quarter I just dialed 911.

"911, state the nature of your emergency."

"My name is Sara Lincoln, I've been kidnapped but I got free. Please 
send the police now before he finds me again."

"Are you hurt?"

"No, not right now but if he finds me I will be.  Please.  PLEASE send
someone."

I was panicking I could feel it starting again and I knew the operator 
knew where I was calling from, her computer was linked to every pay 
phone in the city.

"Ok, is he near by, calm down and talk to me, can you see him?"

"I don't know what exactly he looks like. Please, I am out here all 
alone.  Please send a police car."

"OK, OK, give me your exact location."

"I'm right at the corner of Abrams and Whithurst near the Dunkin' 
Donuts."  I kept my mouth from saying some smart remark like, the cops 
should know where this place was for sure.  Smart remarks had only 
caused trouble in the recent past.

"Car is on it's way ETA, 2 minutes, now talk to me and tell me what is
happening."

I found this disconnected presence comforting, I was going home, back to 
my life. Before I could say much more two whaling police cars coming 
from opposite directions stopped in front of the phone booth, and out 
stepped two armed cops.

One looked around in all directions, one hand on his gun the other on 
the police radio.  The other approached me.

"You called 911?"

I was so relieved I dropped the phone and fell into his arms.  "Oh thank 
you, thank you",  was all I could say.

I was hustled into the car and we sped off to the nearest station.  I 
rode in silence trying to piece exactly what happened to me.  I wanted 
to remember as much as I could and tell the police, so they could find 
the guy.

The ride was mercifully short and soon I was standing in front of nice 
looking detective, in a room full of mostly empty desks, having my first 
cup of coffee in days, weeks, I was not sure, but it sure tasted good.

"What happened to you? Who are you?"

My name is Sara and I was kidnapped but I don't know how long ago or 
where I was taken.  What day is it?

"May 26. Do you need to go to the hospital?  Where you raped?"

"No not raped, exactly"

"Exactly not raped or exactly raped?"

I started to cry, "Please I am sorry. I am not making sense.  Can I call 
my family?  Is there a police woman I can talk to about this?"

"Sure, I am sorry too.  Sometimes with my job I just want to catch the 
bad guys and I forget a person has been victimized.  Give me the phone 
numbers and I'll call your family and I'll get Lieutenant Janet White in 
her to talk to you.  I am sorry, really." As he handed me a box of 
Kleenex.

I looked into his eyes and I knew he was sincere and embarrassed.  
"That's okay, I can call them if you give me a phone.  I am afraid a 
call from the police would worry them."

"Oh and a call from you sobbing won't?  I'll be much gentler, OK, give 
me another chance."

I smiled at the absurdity of the situation, either call would worry 
them, "OK here is my parent's number and here is my boy friend's number 
too, thanks."

He smiled back first using the intercom to call for the police woman.
"Lieutenant, I need your expertise for an interview, can you come now?
Thanks, room 12.  Yea, a kidnapping.  No, I am not sure, that is what I 
need you for.  Ok, bye"

"She is on her way, need more coffee?"

"No.  Thanks, but the rest room, where is that?"

"Oh, Ok that door right there at the end of the room, flip the sign and 
it's a ladies room." 

I chuckled at the modifications that had been made to accommodate the 
sexes, a simple flip of the sign and privacy was established.  The rest 
room was obviously male dominated there were several urinals and only 
one stall.  As I sat in the privacy of the stall I tried to think if 
today was May 26, I had been gone about 4 days.  Four days!  I would 
have bet it was 10 months.  The privacy was luxurious, to sit to 
urinate, to dry myself, to wash my hands, a luxury I had missed. 

As I exited the rest room I could see the detective talking softly to a 
woman dressed in a business suit.  I hoped she was Lt. Janet White.  The 
detective was nice and he tried but I needed to tell this woman to 
woman.  Both looked up as I approached and the woman gave a warm open 
smile, took my hand in both of hers and lead me away from the detective.

"My name is Janet, I'm a police woman and a good listener, can you tell 
me what happened?"

I hung my head and began to cry.  She came closer just held me, letting 
me cry.  "It was horrible wasn't it?", she softly asked as I began to 
calm myself.

"Yes and no, the worst part was not knowing anything."

"I don't understand what you mean not knowing anything?"

"I just didn't know who he was, why exactly I was there or where I was, 
he would answer none of my questions...and I was scared all the 
time...that is what I mean."

"Ok can you start at the beginning for me, tell me everything that 
happened, how you felt.  Can you do that?"

"Yes I think I can, I want you to find this guy, ok."

Another warm smile crossed her face, although she was a lot less intense 
than the detective I could tell she wanted the bad guy too.  "Now sit in 
my office.  Jeff get her another cup of coffee.  Let's start again, 
shall we.  I'll just listen and enter comments as I need to ask 
questions, but this is your story so go at your own pace."

A small flurry of activity took place as I got a fresh cup of coffee,  a 
change into a private office, a more comfortable chair and her undivided 
attention as I launched into my narrative.

"It was totally non consensual in that I had no idea how I got where I 
was, I just knew I did not ask to be there.  I was in some deep, dank, 
dark, hole either the hold of a ship or a dungeon.  I had no idea who my 
captors were or why I was where I was."

"Did someone hit you on the head or grab you like in a car jacking?"  

"No, I think I was drugged.  All I remember was going to sleep, at home 
last Friday night.  Then when I begin to wake up or more likely regain 
consciousness I was totally surprised to find myself naked and in 
unfamiliar surroundings.  I began to move and found my hands were 
shackled together by heavy steel manacles and one foot was tethered to 
the floor by another steel manacle to my ankle.  I first called out then 
screamed but there was no answer.  I pulled against the steel and only 
hurt myself so I just screamed some more.  No response was forthcoming 
so I calmed myself down and begin to crawl around feeling my way to find 
any thing familiar.  I first went to the
end of the ankle chain and found it deeply embedded in the floor.  I 
then crawled to the other end of the chain extending myself as far as 
possible trying to feel a wall or a door...anything.  But my search was 
fruitless and exhausting.  

"I moved back toward the where the chain was embedded and sat, waited 
and listened for any noise.  There was nothing just dark loneliness.  
Time seemed irrelevant and I had no sense of day or night, just the 
routine of moving to spot to urinate and defecate and moving back to 
wait.  There was no food but on another trip around my chain I did find 
a bucket with water in it.  When I found it I called out thinking it was 
new and someone must have brought it while I was sleeping, but again no 
answer to my cries.  As I drank it down I
found it was not refilled so I began to think I was meant to die in this 
place and I was really afraid. There was nothing to do but sleep and 
think.  My thoughts were just terrors of who would do this to me and my 
sleep brought only nightmares, the same as my thoughts.

"I had no idea how long I had been left when I felt hands on me grabbing 
my shoulders and pinning me face up, to the floor.  Something covered my 
eyes. It was tape as I felt the adhesive on my skin.  My eyes were taped 
shut and I started to scream and whoever hit me hard across the face.  I 
was so frightened I pee'd on myself, I just had no idea who would do 
this or what was going on.

"So you never saw the guy?"

"Shut up Jeff, she said she had tape on her eyes, make your calls and 
let her tell us in her own words.  Come on, now calm down and tell just 
me what happened.  Don't pay any attention to him."

She glowered at him as I began again. "I began begging with the unseen
presence for release, his name, why was I here, what did he want.  Could 
I have food, water, the tape off my eyes.  I was bordering on hysteria 
as I put my bound hands to my eyes hoping to grab the tape away.  Only 
to have them slapped away and another hard slap to my face.  I just 
started to cry.

"Not a word was spoken by the unseen presence but I felt hands again on 
my body as the chains to the wrist manacles were moved to behind my 
back.  I started quietly begging now, just for help, just to be let go.  
I didn't want to be hit again so I did it quietly and only when I sensed 
he was close to me.

"Whoever it was moved away as I sensed no one close to me.  I started to 
sit up and try and regain my composure, calm my pounding heart.  I was 
sitting in a puddle and so I tried to move but with the manacles 
connected behind my back I sort of scooted around on my butt until I 
found a dry place.  I was so humiliated.  I was dirty and hungry and now 
relatively helpless.  I tried shaking my head hoping my tears had 
loosened the adhesive holding the tape to my face, but it was not loose.  
All that happened was my hair was now in front of my face.  I tried 
blowing it away from my mouth but I have unruly hair and
now it was going to do as it pleased.  I just sat there with my head 
down, and waited for the next insult.  At least now I knew I was not 
alone.

"I sat there quietly sobbing when I again felt hands on me, a soft 
stroking on my cheek, as thought to wipe away a tear.  Then I felt 
something push against my mouth as though trying to get me to open my 
lips.  I did and in was pushed a piece of orange.  It was so good and I 
was so surprised I keep my mouth open like a baby bird waiting for the 
next morsel to be fed me.  I was beyond caring that I could not feed 
myself or care for myself I was just so hungry.  I ate all that was 
offered to me each time opening my mouth without hesitating and
not knowing what would be placed on my tongue. 

"I had no choice I had to allow whoever it was to feed me I was too 
hungry to argue.  I started to feel better and as my hunger was satiated 
I became more bold.  Again I asked where I was.  The food abruptly 
stopped and I was hauled up to my feet and helped to stand.  I thought I 
was about to be hurt so I tried to sit again but I was not allowed to 
instead a hand on my arm pulled me like I was to walk.  I was sure the 
ankle chain would jerk with the next step but
instead I seemed to be dragging the chain.  I crossed over a threshold 
as I felt a change in the floor texture.  Again I ventured to speak to 
my captor asking where he was taking me.  Of course I received no answer 
so I tried to slow my progress but he would have none of this as he kept 
up his pace pulling me along.  Not only had I noticed a change in the 
floor but also it seemed much brighter
where I was now walking.  

"Did you see anything at all, can you remember anything about the place? 
" Asked the detective.

"No, although the tape held my eyelids down I was able to open them only 
enough to allow some light in.  That's how I knew I was out of the room 
I had been put in.  We walked a bit further, then stopped, and he turned 
me to face him.  I felt him moving my hair back from my face and the 
tying something around the bulk of it, to hold it behind my head. Again 
I felt a gentle stoke down my cheek, almost affectionate or it may have 
been my imagination.

"I heard some water running as from a faucet and then felt some warm 
water fan over my body from my shoulders down.  I was getting a bath and 
again I was helpless to participate. I was so humiliated as I stood and 
allowed him to soap and then rinse my body, just moving when he 
indicated I should such as open my legs or move my bound arms.  When he 
was done he dried me with a soft thick towel with such gentleness I was 
about to decide this was not the same person
that captured or struck me.  Again I asked him to please let me go He 
answered me this time by grabbing my nipple and twisting until I was 
almost on my knees with the agony.  I got the lesson, don't ask any 
questions.

"When he released his hold on my nipple he helped me up and patted away 
my tears.  I just stood and trembled unsure of what was next, gentleness 
or pain.  I hated this, not knowing what was going to happen or why I 
was here.  I had decided my captor was a male simply because of his size 
and strength.  His hands were strong and his actions purposeful, he knew 
exactly what he was doing.  I thought to test my theory by trying to 
stumble against him to feel more of his body form but the trip back to 
my room was like the one to the
bath I was held at arms length and pushed forward.  I knew then I must 
know this person or why was he not talking, I racked my brain and I 
still could not figure out who would do this to me.

"He moved me back to room where I had first woken up. I called it "the 
pit" because it was so dank and dark. I felt him tugging on the ankle 
chain as he must have been reattached it to the floor.  I started to cry 
again and then begged him not to leave me alone again, what could I do 
so he would not leave me alone in the dark.

"I felt him move away from me and I panicked.  I tried to follow him, to 
catch up to him, to possibly stop him. The ankle chain yanked me back 
and threw me off balance. Without my arms to steady myself I began to 
fall.  As I felt myself going down and trying to brace for a hard fall, 
I felt his arms catch me.  I tried to snuggle deep in his arms, calling 
out for him not to leave me.  He helped me down to the ground and I felt 
a new blanket covering the floor.  He laid me on it and began to stroke 
me as one would do to calm a frightened dog.  I just cried, I was so 
scared, so helpless, so vulnerable, and so
confused.  I had no answers to my questions and I did not want to be 
alone in the darkness anymore.  He just sat by me, continuing to touch 
me as I calmed myself.  I whimpered too afraid to ask any questions that 
might cause him to hurt me like before or make him angry and leave me.  
I was just going to live for the present, in the here and now and just 
accept what I had and not question anything.  He must have stayed until 
I feel asleep when I stirred I realized I was alone again.

I cried out, calling for him to come back and I heard footfalls moving 
toward me and again the reassuring hand on my shoulders to calm me.  
Again I begged him not to leave me asking what could I do so he did not 
leave me alone.  I was shocked to get a response.  He wanted me to obey 
him first time and every time without hesitation.  I promised I would 
and he could release my arms too.  He laughed and said not yet.  He 
stood and told me to stand up.  I tried to get right up but again 
without my arms to steady me, he had to help.  As I
stood before him he stroked my face and told me I was beautiful.  I 
didn't feel beautiful so I hung my head only to have him push my chin up 
telling me never to hide my beauty from him.  He then began to loosen 
the tape covering my eyes.  From all my crying the tape had loosened 
beneath my eyes but was still very stuck to my eyebrows and forehead.  
He carefully worked the tape off only causing me to lose, I think, about 
a third of the each eyebrow.  As he worked it off he told me not to open 
my eyes, that I was to remember the first rule he had given me.  I stood 
as still as I could only moving as I felt
the irritation of the tape pulling the skin.  When he was done he turned 
me so my back was now to him and he began to brush out my hair.  My hair 
is long and totally unruly but he patiently worked all the tangles and 
snarls out finishing up by braiding it down my back.  I was beginning to 
feel so much better, almost human considering the circumstances.  He 
finished up and then told me to stand very still as he fitted over my 
eyes a blindfold.  This was not any ordinary blindfold it seemed to have 
allot of straps and took him a few minutes to fit it to my head.  When 
he was done I could feel a strap going over the top of my head, one 
going around the back of my head, a nose piece that fit on either side 
of my nose with two straps that fit across my cheeks and just seem to 
hang there.  I heard him say he was almost done when I felt my neck 
fitted with a leather strap and the last two straps buckled to it.  I 
was beginning to feel like a muzzled dog and told him all this was not 
necessary.  He told me it was, that I was being fitted for my training 
harness.  I panicked, I pulled away as I heard a click like a hasp in a 
lock.

"He was a bondage freak?

"Jeff if you do not sit down and shut up I will have to ask you to 
leave.  Got that?"

"Yes Lt." he answered, it seemed to me somewhat sullenly.

"Alright honey now start again what did he do then?"

"He grabbed me back telling me to stand and be quiet or he would gag me.  
I tried but I was trembling again and he grew annoyed at the shaking.  I 
felt him cup my breast in his hand and then I felt his mouth around the 
nipple.  I pulled back saying "NO" as this was my worst fear to be 
molested and raped.  I have no idea where it came from, a strike from a 
green stick was all I could think of causing a sharp pain across my 
breasts.  I cried out as he grabbed me to stop me from falling.  I 
didn't want to be hit again so I tried to nuzzle
him and get as close as possible to him since running away was an
impossibility.  He then explained to me rule number two, I was never to 
deny him any part of my body while I was here.  My heart soared at the 
phrase "while I was here".  I was going to be let go.   In reality I 
could not deny him any of my body bound the way I was, I therefore had 
to get into my mind not to resist.  I was going to be let go, this would 
end, so maybe if I endured his assault on my
body I would not be hurt any more.  I had learned if I was quiet and 
didn't ask questions I would not be slapped, now if I allowed him to 
fondle me, he would not hit me.  I could do that, fondling felt much 
better than being hit. 

"Again he cupped my breast in his hand and took my nipple into his 
mouth, I allowed him as much access as possible, not turning away, not 
presenting any resistance.  He actually was very gentle caressing both 
my breasts, rubbing the nipples to make them hard, then nibbling and 
finally sucking on them.  Much like my lover instead of my tormentor.  

"I was so scared I was not aroused but I could feel he was very good at 
what he was doing.  In other circumstances I might have been his lover, 
as it was I was his captive.  He continued to be very gentle with me 
finally just kissing me.  I knew he expected me to kiss him back but all 
I can do was cry.  He wiped away the tears telling me how sweet I was, 
how pretty.  I got mad and yelled at him how could he tell, I was here 
against my will, bound and blindfolded, how was I supposed to act like 
happy girl out on a date.  He laughed answering, no he guess not, not 
like a girl on a date but maybe like a girl that needs to please the man 
who feeds her.  I screamed, food had nothing
to do with it, I didn't want to be hit any more, it hurt.  He laughed 
again telling me it was supposed to hurt.  I can't help it I ask him why 
was I here, why me.  He sighed and told me because he has seen me many 
times and he liked what he saw, he knew I had several boy friends so he 
figured it would be sometime for anyone really looked for me, thinking I 
was away with one of them.


<Continued in part2>




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