The Heist (Open ... PM to join)

It was an extremely hot Wednesday afternoon. Ramon Gerardo sat in his van, a white non-descript cargo van, staring out the window, watching people come and go from the Hardington National Bank. It seemed to amuse him as he made up stories in his mind about the different patrons that entered and exited the bank. There were plenty of old biddies depositing their Social Security checks, and the occasional mom, dragging a screaming kid in tow, as well as the many businessmen who went in and out of the bank.

The ring of the cell phone interrupted his imagination, expecting the phone call. "Yes? ... Of course ... Today ... I'm there right now ... Yes, I know ... Young ... Blonde ... Good body ... Big tits ... I'll be waiting for your call later tonight!" He closed the phone and pocketed it, returning to his imagined stories of the bank patrons.

Almost another hour had passed, and Ramon saw what he was looking for. It was time! He got out of the van, disregarding the parking meter which demanded money and entered the bank. Without wasting any time, Ramon brandished the gun, bull-rushing the counter. He grabbed a patron standing at the counter, wrapping an arm around her neck. He pointed the gun to her head and threatened to shoot if the teller didn't cooperate, or if anyone else tried anything funny!

He tossed the teller a bag, and she nervously filled it with cash, quickly handing it back to Ramon. The hostage was screaming and crying hysterically at this point, but Ramon's six foot, four inch, muscular frame, easily held her in place, the dark glasses over his eyes hid the steel grey gaze. He told his hostage to grab the bag. Dragging her backwards, out of the bank, her heels dragging across the marbled floor, Ramon yelled out. "Nobody move or the girl is dead!"

Backing through the glass door, with the girl in tow, Ramon pushed her into the van, keeping the gun trained on her as they sped away, and out of the small town. About five miles down the road, Ramon grabbed the bag and tossed it out the window!

He turned abruptly and traveled down a dirt path, running along the edge of a large corn field. They turned left into a dense patch of trees and pulled into a warehouse! Ramon was already growing tired of theyoung woman's shrill cries, pleading for her life.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH! NOW GET OUT!"

Pulling into a parking spot in the nearly full parking lot behind the Hardington National Bank, Anna flipped down the mirror, applying a layer of light pink lipgloss to her full, supple lips. She grabbed her large Coach purse, and slid out of her Black Mercedes Benz SLR convertable.

As she walked into the bank she was glad to see there were no substantial lines, and there was an open counter. She walked up to it, pulling out the check she wanted to deposite, and some other business she needed to take care of this morning.

As she finished her signature on the back of her check, she felt a large muscular arm wrap around her neck. She began to scream as she saw the gun pressing against her head. Her body shaking as she slowly tried to reach for her cell, his grip tightening forced her to abort her efforts.

As the teller filled the khaki colored bag with money, the man told her to take it, and she did so quickly as he began dragging her backwards towards the door, her Jimmy Choo heels dragging on the ground as she struggled under his strong grip.

Taking her to a black van, he opened only the driver's side door, pushing her through to the front passanger seat, the gun still aimed at her head as he drove out of her familiar town. Her body trembling Anna was sobbing as he threw the bag of money out the window.

He pulled the van into a heavily wooded area, and into a warehouse.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH! NOW GET OUT!"

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She quickly opened her door, still sobbing she ran towards the road, hoping for any chance of escape.

Ramon took chase after the blonde, who obviously had no clue where she was, or where she was going. He didn't run. He didn't scream for her to stop. Ramon merely reached behind his back and pulled out the 9mm baretta, took aim and fired.

The sound of gunfire was shortly followed by the sound of ricochet, combined with a puff of smoke that rose from the ground in front of the fleeing girl. Another shot rang out, and another flume of brown dust rose from her right. That was followed by another to her left!

She was still running, now moving side to side, her heels sinking in the soft dirt as she tried avoiding the bullets. Scared, her fleety escape was quickly slowing. More bullets scorched by her ears, barely missing her, pinging off nearby trees and rocks.

Ramon emptied the clip and jammed another into place as he slowly, determinedly walked towards the girl. Four more shots were fired at her feet, bringing her to a sobbing, whimpering standstill, finally assured that his misses were intentional.

Ramon walked methodically to her, her back still turned to him, her hands covering her face. The sounds of her cries were muffled through her hands. Her little lithe body was trembling uncontrollably.

Angered, annoyed, and frustrated, Ramon, didn't say a single word. He quickly slapped his large hand atop the girl's head and fisted a handful of her blonde hairs. By the time the pain had registered and she shrieked in pain, he had already yanked her backwards, knocking her off her feet, and began literally, dragging her by her hair, back to the warehouse. Her hands were flailing as her heels left a trail in the soft dirt, she unable to break free, nor gain her footing.

Entering the dark, dank warehouse, Ramon slammed the door shut. He dragged the blonde to the middle of the enormous steel structure, where a dirty old matress lay on the floor. He stood the girl up, her cries and whining, driving him insane. He twisted his body and snapped back, the back of his hand, catching the girl on the cheek, twisting her head, sending her crumpling to the mattress behind her.

"I SAID ... SHUT THE FUCK UP ... BITCH!"

After running a short distance, Anna had a horrible feeling she would not be able to escape this way, her heels sinking into the dust and gravel, but she would lose in taking them off. She couldn't imagine why he wasn't running behind her, or yelling for her to stop, not that she would have to begin with, but she found it odd none the less.

She Shrieked loudly as heard the sound of a gunshot, seeing the puff of smoke rise infront of her. He missed her, but not by much. She began to run faster, as the sound became more frequent, bullets surronding her, but not hitting her.

Her body shaking, running became more difficult, and tears clouded her vision. She could feel the heat of the bullets fly past her ears. There was a brief pause, inwhich she sped up a little, however the gunfire continued, forcing her to end her efforts of escape. As she stopped, she brought her hands to hide her face as her sobs became uncontrollable. Her body trembled, and she was struggling slightly to breathe.

She hardly noticed him walk up behind her because of the sounds of her sobbing. She yelled louder in pain as well as fear now as she found herself being dragged across the road by her hair. No matter how much she struggled, she could not gain her footing, or break free without risking more pain, of having her hair ripped out.

The man pulled her into the abandoned warehouse, and slammed the door close. It was dark, and smelled of mold and age. Pulling her to the center of the room, he pulled her by her shoulders, to her feet. Her body still trembling, her hands scratched and bleeding slightly from being dragged against the dirt outside. Her sobs subsiding slightly, still loud, and gasping for air.

She whimpered in pain as he back handed her, an lightening hot pain stinging through her jaw and cheek. She fell back, onto an old mattress, that smelled of sweat and dirty human. writhing in pain she continued to sob, her hands covering her face as he began to yell.

"I SAID ... SHUT THE FUCK UP ... BITCH!"

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No matter how hard she tried, she could not quiet her sobs and whimpers, of fear and pain. She sat up, her shoes off her head resting on her knees as she held her cheeck in her hand.

No doubt, Ramon reasoned, the bitch would not shut up. Her shrill cries, echoed off the aluminum walls of the warehouse, barely anything in there to absorb the sounds. It wasn't that the sounds of her cries really bothered him. What bothered him, was that he hadn't given her anything to cry about ... YET!

He had not really hurt her; the backhand, barely strong enough to leave a bruise. It had only reddened her pretty little face, her makeup and eyeliner, streaking down her face obscenely. If he was inducing some pain, he'd expect the cries and the sobs. He figured, wrongly, that she'd be all cried out by now!

There was only one solution to his problem. He crossed his muscled arms and grabbed the hem of his tight fitting black tee. He raised his arms, peeling the shirt from his body, rippling muscled abs being revealed.

He held the shirt out for inspection before ripping it into tattered lengths of cloth. Frustrated, he took the material that had once been a sleeve and balled it within his fist. In the other hand he held a length of cloth. He approached the girl and roughly yanked her hair back once again. Her head snapped back, her face, no longer hidden by her hands, was looking up at his menacing face. Her mouth, open, yelping in pain, was quickly stuffed with the sweaty tee and secured in place as he tightly tied the cloth around the back of her head.

Her hands flailed about wildly, trying to prevent him from gagging her, but he merely swatted them away as if they were flies. He then pushed her face first into the matress, pinning her there by sitting atop of her, her black skirt risen enough to show her lace undies. He grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back, folding them against each other, quickly binding them together. He then did her ankles, and with the last strip of cloth, he cast her into darkness, blindfolding her in the already darkened interior.

Ramon could easily havehis way with her right now, but he took more delight in watching her struggle. Soon ... soon she would realize that she was utterly helpless. Eventually, she would realize her destiny.

Ramon left her on the mattress, struggling as he walked away to a distant part of the warehouse. Her muffled whimpers could still be heard, and he was sure, she could hear him. Ramon reached in his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He checked the time. Sure enough, a few minutes later, the call came in!

"Hello? ... Yes ... Of course ... Indeed ... Yes she is ... Okay ... An hour ... I'll see you then ... Make sure you bring some accomodations, and my two black trunks ... Okay, bye!"

Ramon flipped the phone closed and walked slowly back to where the blonde girl still lay, still struggling. Ramon was pleased to see that her struggles were weakening and slowing. He just stood there silently, staring at her, as she unwillingly, possibly unknowingly, repeatedly bared herself to him as she wriggled and writhed about her binds.

Anna turned onto her stomach, holding her face in her hands, her body continuing to tremble and her whimpers still quite audible. Her face stinging and throbbing. She was scared, about where she was, what was going to happen to her, would she ever see her fiance again?

After a while, the sharp pain in her jaw and cheek subsided, leaving just a dull, throbbing pain. Her whimpering however had not. She failed to hear the man ripping his shirt, and step closer to her.

She yelped loudly as he pulled her hair again, pulling her neck back. Her mouth open wide, as well as her eyes. She looked up at him, he was shirtless, his body slick with sweat, and extremely muscular. Before she was able to react, she felt a wad of cottony material being shoved deep into her mouth, and a long strip tied around her mouth, secured behind her head.

He held the shirt out for inspection before ripping it into tattered lengths of cloth. Frustrated, he took the material that had once been a sleeve and balled it within his fist. In the other hand he held a length of cloth. He approached the girl and roughly yanked her hair back once again. Her head snapped back, her face, no longer hidden by her hands, was looking up at his menacing face. Her mouth, open, yelping in pain, was quickly stuffed with the sweaty tee and secured in place as he tightly tied the cloth around the back of her head.

She felt her skit ride up, her pink lace boyshorts exposed to him. He roughly grabbed her arms, tieing them tightly behind her back as he pressed her face into the foul smelling mattress. She felt him tie her ankles as well, so she did her best to kick at him, and make it difficult.

She lay still for a moment, before feeling him pull her face from the matress, another piece of fabric covering her eyes, casting her into complete darkness. She began to shake with fear again, whimpering once again. Her body moving from side to side, hoping praying for a way to get out of the her bindings.

She heard his footsteps getting farther away, and heard him speaking in fragments on a phone. She was unsure of what was going on, or what would happen to now.

Anna hadn't heard his returning footsteps, so she was unaware that he was watching her struggles grow weaker. Her body exhausted, her hope fading of a chance at freedom.

double post...sorry

Ramon leaned against a nearby steel upright, enjoying the view of the struggling female. Soon enough, his supplies, and amenities would be arriving. Soon enough, there would be plenty for the young victim to fret about. Soon enough, she'd be begging for a respite, much like she was receiving now.

He didn't want to begin the torment yet. He wanted to wait until her "buyer" arrived. He wanted her to know that the robbery was all a ruse, just to have her! He wanted her to know what her fate would be. But as he watched, and waited, he grew impatient. His blood was racing, and he just had to begin.

She had slowed her struggles, and he approached silently to where she lay upon the filthy mattress. Grabbing her hair once again, he lifted her face, and ran his broad tongue across her salty, tear-stained cheek. He had succeeded in reawakening her fight, along with her fears, dropping her head as he stepped away again. Her efforts were totally futile, only resulting in giving him more glances of her tight little undies.

"Get used to it sweetie! There's not a god damn thing you can do about it! Might as well enjoy the ride!"

Finally, a few seconds later, the sound of a car horn could be heard outside. Two, quick, short blasts, announced his arrival. "Fun's about to begin!"

Ramon drifted towards the huge doors and raised the garage opening, pulling on the steel chain, looped around the pulleys overhead. Another cargo van backed into the warehouse and shut off the engine as Ramon closed the door. He greeted the driver, a tall man, dressed rather professionally in a black suit, shaking his hand as he exited the van. His jet black hair was in impeccable fashion, slicked back off his forehead, not a single hair out of place. His suit had not one wrinkle, nor did the white shirt. The black tie formed a perfect triangle about his neck, and his tie was perfectly straight.

"Sir?" Ramon waved the man towards where the mattress lay on the floor. "Would you like to inspect her now?"

The man, along with Ramon circled the mattress, he, taking in every angle availed to him, inspecting her closely, his steel blue eyes looking for any potential flaws. "Looks good ... so far!" His voice was eerily calm, but quite authoritative. "When do I get to see the rest?"

Without saying a word, Ramon approached the mattress and grabbed her by the hair, yet again, this time, pulling up, pulling her to her feet. She squirmed and writhed, but bound as she was, she couldn't do much else. It was the sound of Ramon's switchblade springing open, right next to her ear, that stilled her quickly. He gently placed the cold steel to her neck, gliding it along her smooth skin, downalong her neck, before turning it sharply, gripping it in his fist. With one fluid, downward draw, Ramon's blade sliced through her blouse and bra, her naked torso, immediately coming into view as the girl reeled in shock.

"Nice. Very nice." His voice trailed off as his eyes settled upon the dusky pink circles, and the growing buds in the center, responding to the dampness in the air. He licked his lips in anticipation, imagining what it would be like to suckle upon those glorious orbs.

He refrained, remaining every bit a professional as his clothing. "And the rest?" he resumed.

Ramon wove the blade beneath the elastic band of the skimpy lace shorts and sliced through them with great ease, revealing what the buyer most wanted to see...

Her body growing stiff, Anna ended her struggles. She rested on her side, tears soaking her blind fold, struggling to catch her breath. Her mind raced, who was this man, where was she, why was she here, what was he goin to do with her. She forced herself to be quiet, and still, despite her growing fear.

As silent as she had forced herself to be, her heart was pumping wildly, her pulse loud in her ears. She never heard the man approach her. She whimpered into her gag as he grabbed her hair, pulling her face off of the matress. She squirmed away as he licked across her cheek, and quickly he dropped her back onto the foul matress, and she heard him walk away. This instilled a new fight within her, if only momentarily. She began thrashing against the matress, hoping to free herself from the bindings.

"Get used to it sweetie! There's not a god damn thing you can do about it! Might as well enjoy the ride!"

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She slowed in her efforts, her body becoming once again exhausted. She heard a car horn, her pulse quickining. She cringed at his words.

"Fun's about to begin!"

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She heard a conversation but was unable to hear what was being said. She felt eyes watching her, and heard footsetps circling her. She felt like she was being stalked by animals, about to make her their prey. She yelled loudly as the man grabbed her hair again, pulling her fully to her feet. Her body trembling, she writhed in hopes of getting away.

She inhaled sharply, trying with all of her strength to stop moving as she heard his knife open, right next to her ear. She trembled slightly, whimpering as he pressed the blade agaqinst her neck, moving it slowly down her neck. She felt her shirt and bra being ripped away, longing to cover herself, she remembered however that she was still bound, forced to expose herself to the two men. She felt him do the same to her panties, leaving her skirt intact, resting on her hips. For leaving her with a slight amount of modesty, she was most grateful.

"Very nice," he hummed, licking his lips, eyes sparkling. "How long?"

Ramon shrugged his shoulders. "Depends! Never before its time!" Ramon pushed the girl back to the mattress, watcher her plop face first, her naked breasts rubbing against the coarse bedding.

Ramon sat on the mattress next to the helpless girl and rolled her over onto her back, exposing her swells to the two of them. He pulled apart her torn garments, fully exposing her heaving breasts to the two men. Her pointed nipples, stood proud and hard in the chilled surrounding air. Ramon reached across and palmed a single mound of flesh, the pointed peak pressed to his palm, his fingers kneading the dough.

Ramon squeezed tighter as she twisted, wriggling to break free from his grip. It was useless on her part to try. "I really don't know," he added, "anywhere from six weeks to six months ... depends on her progress." Ramon pinched the nipple and rolled it between his thumb and finger, stretching it as he did so. "Have you picked a name yet?"

The man studied the girl for a few minutes, "I'm kind of partial to Bambi, if you don't mind."

Ramon, released the tit and brushed the loose hairs that clung to her sweaty face, tucking them behind her ears. "You hear that Bambi? He likes your name!"

Ramon slowly rose, leaving the bound girl as she was. "You brought everything I need for now?" The man had indeed brought everything Ramon had requested. There were enough amenities to create a little apartment amidst the warehouse emptiness. There wasn't much he'd need, other than the two large storage lockers that were also unloaded from the van. Each one was sealed shut, with a brass padlock, ensuring the contents were safe from voyeuristic eyes. He'd set it all up later, walking the "buyer" back to his van.

"You got everything else taken care of?" The man assured him everything was under control. They shook and Ramon opened the door for the van to leave. Left alone, Ramon closed the door and padlocked it closed.

He circled the mattress once again, eyeing BAMBI very closely.

"Very nice," he hummed, licking his lips, eyes sparkling. "How long?"

Anna whimpered as they spoke, collapsing back onto the dirty matress, her face hitting first as her abducter pushed her. She felt one of the men sit down next to her, forcing her onto her back. She laid still as he pulled apart the rest of her clothing, her breasts completely visible to both men. She could feel her nipples grow hard from the cold, damp air surronding her. She whimpered loudly as he began kneading the flesh of her breasts. Her breathing shallow and rapid, unable to see anything done to her. She began to struggle against him as his grip stiffened on her breast.

She listened as he told the other man something about 6 months. 6 months to what? Why was she here? She whimpered as he sharply pinched her nipple, tryin to get away as he questioned the other man about picking a name.

The man studied the girl for a few minutes, "I'm kind of partial to Bambi, if you don't mind."

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She inhaled deeply, relaxing slightly as he released his grip on her nipple. She flinched violently as he brushed her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ears.

"You hear that Bambi? He likes your name!"

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"My name is Anna" She yelled into her gag, the yells coming out muffled and unclear. She lay still as the men walked away trying to hear their conversation, but was unable to do so.

She remained still as she heard the door open and a car start, its sounds growing distant as the door closed. She heard footsteps approaching her, walking around the matress.

"Where am I?" She gurgled into her gag, hoping this was all some kind of cruel joke.



He circled the mattress once again, eyeing BAMBI very closely.

Ramon set up a small table off to the side where he was at. Upon it, he set a radio. He plugged it into an outlet fastened to the steel beam upright. He tuned it in to a station that was playing sultry R&B type of music. He turned the volume up real loud to mask his whereabouts. He went to one of his footlockers and unlocked it, opening it up, retrieving a length of steel chain. He fumbled through the chest and found a wide strip of leather, with four silver 'D' rings evenly spaced along the length of black.

With the music hiding his presence, Ramon crept up behind his captive, and helped her to sit up. He heard her mumbling into the gag, though her words were muffled and impossible to understand. He caressed her neck as he sat behind her, cradling her within his arms as he joined her on the mattress.

"Oh Bambi ... So much to learn ... so much to experience." His words were whispered into her ear, his mouth clamping on the lobe as his tongue laved over the tip. His hand around her neck, though not tight, held her head still as he suckled the salty sweat from the ear, and her neck. She fought him as best she could, but there was nothing she could do.

Ramon then slipped the leather around her neck and buckled it into place, making it just tight enough that it left an indent in her flesh,but not quite choking her. He then attached the chain with a smallpadlock, to which only he had the key.

"I'm gonna have so much fun with you BAMBI! And you're gonna have so much fun with me!"

Ramon left her alone, taking the chain and securing it to the steel beam nearby, giving her very limited freedom. She was still struggling, but finding no relief.

"When you decide to settle down BAMBI, maybe I'll start taking some of those binds off. Until then, you just sit there. Your fate is now in my hands, and the sooner you come to that realization, the better!"

The music stopped and the sound of a radio announcer filled the air.

"Late breaking news... Police are still investigating the daring daylight robbery of Hardinton National Bank. It is rumored that the robber has taken a hostage. The identity of the hostage is not yet known, and police are trying to identify the young woman. There is also some word that the police have found the bag used for the robbery. It seems all the money from the robbery, was still in the bag! Police are still investigating the incident. We'll keep you informed of any updates ... Now back to the great music you love to hear! ..."

Anna lay still, catching her breath as he walked away. Suddenly there was loud music playing, and she was unable to track where he was by his footsteps. She jumped as she felt him sit behind her. She was vulnerable, a position she never enjoyed being in, and fought to avoid most of her life.

He helped her to sit up, rubbing her neck. She struggled to get away, as he held her in her arms, wrapping his arms around her. He continued to rub her neck as she gave up her fight. She began to cry, soaking her blind fold as he spoke to her.

"Oh Bambi ... So much to learn ... so much to experience."

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He whispered into her ear, biting down on hear earlobe, licking it as he slid his hand around her neck, holding her still as he licked her ear and neck. She struggled against him, his grip tightening as she did. She whimpered as he slid something around her neck, it felt like leather. He locked it shut right before it began to restrict her breathing.

"I'm gonna have so much fun with you BAMBI! And you're gonna have so much fun with me!"

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She felt him get up from the mastress, and she laid on her back, her mind still racing. She was exhausted, and unable to move anymore, she needed to save what little energy she had left incase a legitamate chance of escape happened.

"When you decide to settle down BAMBI, maybe I'll start taking some of those binds off. Until then, you just sit there. Your fate is now in my hands, and the sooner you come to that realization, the better!"

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She whimpered as he spoke, and was silent as the music ended. A news announcement began about the bank robbery. She whimpered as they spoke of the story about her. She yelled, her sounds again comming out muted and muffled by the gag, hoping that anyone would hear her.

Ramon moved about the warehouse setting up his belongings, along with unpacking a lot of things from the footlockers. He was preparing for an extended stay at the facility. He had made a point of making a lot of noise as he did so, keeping *BAMBI* confused as well as awake. He had hung ropes, chains, and pulleys from the rafters, had put together large tables, built a large 'X' framed device, and laid out a littany of sexual oriented gadgets, bondage and torture devices, and some eccentric clothing items on the surrounding tables. In essence, he was creating his *training facility*.

During the entire time he was doing this, he'd occasionaly stop by and cop a feel of a breast, kneading it, rolling the nipple between his fingers, and then walk away. On a couple occasions, he'd lift her skirt and run his finger over her sex, drawing a persistent finger along the slit. He'd caress her face, stroke her hair, do whatever he wanted, constantly keeping her aware that he was near, and could do whatever he wanted.

When he was finally done, it was already the next morning. He was famished, and was sure she must be also, along with having to relieve herself. He had fashioned a toilet seat to a large paint bucket and moved her to sit upon the seat, still bound! He warned her to be careful and not tip the bucket over.

He watched and waited. It was the most embarrassing moments one would have to endure, but one the body could not keep at bay forever. He waited until he heard the distinctive sound that indicated she was beginning to give up and relent to his ways. He had still allowed her the basic modesty of her black skirt.

Anna was exhausted, emotionally and physically. She curled her into a ball, laying on her side her head tucked down. Over the music she heard him doing things around the entire warehouse. She had no idea based on the sounds what he was doing, or where he was. She started drifting asleep and suddenly felt him squeeze her breasts, or occasionally run his finers over her pussy.

She grew cold, shivering within her bonds. He'd left her skirt intact around her hips, which helped a little. She flinched every time he touched her, groping her breasts, rubbing her pussy, stroke her hair and face. It scared her, his various forms of touching her. He seemed to alternate between controlling, sexual touces, to more sensuous activities, such as holding her and touching her neck and face. She grew even more exhausted, for every time she would slip off to sleep, he would touch her, bringing her back fully alert, or as alert she could be blind folded and on a leash.

He worked for what seemed like hours, but she couldn't really be sure. Her great need to relieve herself and her hunger had just hit her. He lifted her up, and set her onto what felt like a toilet seat. Something was different though. It was so close to the ground, and it was difficult not to tip it over. She could tell he was standing there, waiting, watching her. She forced herself to hold it, refusing to humiliate herself. Her urge overcame her eventually however, and she began to relieve herself, the loud echoing sound ringing in her ears. Tears again began to soak her blind fold, her body began to tremble, making it more difficult not to tip the can on which she was balancing.

When she had finished, she remained on the seat, not moving. She had no idea where she would even go. She realized that she was completely dependant on him...exactly what he wanted, what he had planned.

He could tell the mind torture was beginning to work, hearing the sobbing tears that were soaking her blindfold. He lifted her from the makeshift toilet, standing her upright, the chain dangling from her neck, looping to where it was fastened to the wall. He further humiliated her, lifting her skirt, taking a small paper towel, and dried her off, wiping the dotted dribblings from her pussy and inner thighs. He tossed the paper into the bucket and escorted her back to where she was chained, sitting her on the cold concrete floor, resting her upright against the steel beam.

He knelt next to her, and caressed her face, her damp cheeks, her blonde hairs. He was definitely wearing her down. "Now listen BAMBI," he whispered in her ear, suckling the lobe as he did so. "I'm going to take the gag off, as long as you promise to not scream! Trust me! No one can hear you, except me, so you'd just be wasting your energy."

Ramon wasn't sure if he detected a slight nod of assentment or not, but he reached behind her head and untied the knot, freeing her hair as he removed the length of fabric. He carefully pulled the saliva soaked ball of material from her mouth. His eyes were glued to her red lips as she coughed and gagged a bit, inhaling a much needed deep breath of air.

Before she even had a chance to scream or say a single word, he had put a bottle of water to her mouth and was already spilling its contents into her mouth.

Anna whimpered as she allowed him to life her from the toilet. She felt like a child as he lifted her skit, wiping her pussy and thighs, her body trembling. He walked her to a different area in the warehouse, sitting her down on the cold concrete ground, her back against a solid seel beam. Truthfully it felt wonderful, to sit up with a support against her back after laying on that filthy matress for she wasn't sure how long.

She sobbed again as he whispered to her

"Now listen BAMBI," he whispered in her ear, suckling the lobe as he did so. "I'm going to take the gag off, as long as you promise to not scream! Trust me! No one can hear you, except me, so you'd just be wasting your energy."

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She swallowed, nodding slightly. She wanted a full breathe of air, she wanted to be able to speak if she needed. What she wanted most was her freedom. She felt him reach behind her head, carefully freeing her hair from the knot as he untied it. The air felt cool as it touched her skin for the first time in what felt like days. He opened her mouth and pulled out the dripping ball of material that had once been his shirt. She gagged as his fingers entered her mouth. Inhaling deeply her lungs almost ached from the amount of air that entered. Her lips were dry and chapped, burning from having the material run against them.

She felt something enter her mouth, and was about to protest until she felt the cold, clean taste of water filling her mouth. She drank greedily every drop he allowed her. The cold liquid refreshing her mouth, and cooling her throat. She felt it trail all the way down to her empty stomach which was now growling angrily from the lack of food.

Ramon watched her throat, tiny beads of perspiration dripping along with the water that had spilled from her mouth, she desperately drinking all that he had to offer.

"You see BAMBI? I'm not all that evil. As long as you behave, you'll be treated well. I don't really want to hurt you. You're worth more to me alive, than dead!"

Even, he could hear the grumblings of her stomach! He didn't have much in the way of food right now; however, he did have a nutrient energy bar, something she'd definitely need.

He began feeding her the bar, silently placing a little bit of it between her lips, watching as she delicately, and tentatively bit down, licking her parched lips, taking the bite sized morsel into her mouth. He smoothed back her hair once again, combing it back off her face with his fingers, watching her as she ate. He continued feeding her, little bite sized portions, making it last, while he gently stroked and petted her hair, satisfying her appetite, only he, the one able to quench her hunger.

The radio was still blaring quite loudly, now playing more upbeat, contemporary songs as the morning progressed. Another news update came across the radio:

"Police are still searching for the man who attempted to rob the Hardington National Bank of thirty thousand dollars. Police found the loot bag in an undisclosed location, and are searching the area vigorously. Police have not yet released the name of the young hostage, having believed it is the owner of an unclaimed vehicle in the bank parking lot. Police are trying to notify any family or next of kin, before they release the identity of the hostage. They still don't know what prompted the robber to ditch the money bag, and are thinking that maybe the hostage left it as part of her trail. We'll continue to keep you posted with the news as it becomes available. Now in other news ...."

Ramon chuckled. If they were searching where the money was dropped, they'd never find him! He knew it, and he was sure the police knew it. It was all PR coverup propaganda!

"Nevermind that BAMBI! It's soon to be old news! You'll see!"

Having finished the nutrient bar, he kissed her forehead, and left her sitting there as he moved about once again, prepping for her first training. With the gag, gone, he was sure she'd either start talking to him, or start screaming again. He hoped it wasn't the latter.

Anna drank all of the contents of the bottle of water, some dripping down her chin and neck. Her body longed for more, and she wished for more, but refused to ask this man for something. She did not want him to do her any favors. She trembled as he spoke to her again.

"You see BAMBI? I'm not all that evil. As long as you behave, you'll be treated well. I don't really want to hurt you. You're worth more to me alive, than dead!"

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She turned her face away as he referred to her as Bambi. Why was he doing that? Her name was Anna, and she wasn’t about to give up. She opened her mouth to take a deep breath of air and felt him slide something between her lips. The texture was familiar, but she was apprehensive to accept whatever it was. He pushed it past her lips, fully into her mouth, and she began to chew it slowly. Energy bars, she had lived on them during college and kept some in her gym bag. They were packed with burnable calories and other sources of energy. She chewed a little faster, swallowing the bite in her mouth. He fed her another small piece, and began smoothing her hair, brushing it away from
her face. She despised him touching her, but feared he would stop feeding her, and she was too hungry to risk it. She savored every single crumb, chewing slowly and swallowing multiple times before accepting another piece.
She heard a song end on the radio, and another new update about her. She stopped chewing, as if wanting to hear every single word, hoping they had a clue as to her location.

"Nevermind that BAMBI! It's soon to be old news! You'll see!"

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She had no idea where she was, or if they were anywhere near where he had dropped the money. Her car, she had left the top down, thinking she would only be gone a few minutes. Her thoughts turned to her fiancé Jordan. Oh God, he had no idea what happened, had he been contacted? Had her parents? What were they doing, were they okay? She fought back her tears as he continued to feed her the small bits of the energy bar. She felt a single tear slide down her cheek.

As he fed her the last of the energy bar, he kissed her forehead, and she tried her best to pull away from him. She heard him get up and walk away, tending to something in the warehouse. She thought about screaming, in the small chance someone would hear her. Her throat was raw from the hours before, and instead decided to ask questions.

“My name's Anna, not Bambi" she said, her voice shaking. Why am I here?” she questioned, her voice cracking slightly.

Ramon continued on, setting up more and more items around the room, items designed to be used for *BAMBI's* training. He was not surprised, and actually quite happy that she chose to speak to him, rather than scream and yell for help ... help that would never come.

“My name's Anna, not Bambi" she said, her voice shaking. "Why am I here?” she questioned, her voice cracking slightly.

He had expected the obvious questions from her. They were the same questions, the others had asked. They were the same questions each of her predecessors wanted answers for. Each time, Ramon refined his answers, veiling the truth, but yet never quite lying to his victim.

Ramon sighed loudly, walked over towards where she sat and turned down the radio. He stood in front of the blindfolded captive and sat directly in front of her, her legs under his, his ass, settling on the concrete floor between her parted knees. Her black skirt had ridden up, but fell between her parted thighs, draping over her sex, hiding it from view. He was only mere inches away from her as he silently watched her twitch in fear, suddenly realizing, there was nowhere for her to go.

"Relax," he cooed, once again, smoothing back the hairs that had fallen from her head, clearing her face for his soft caresses. "You have been chosen, *BAMBI*, by a very select group of individuals. You meet the high criterion needed and required in order to carry out a specific task. It is my job to train and focus all your energies in achieving a single objective. You have only one objective to achieve, and while it may seem simple at first, you will find, that it is only my training that you can rely on to help you make it through."

His hands traced over her cheeks and along her jawline and neck as he spoke. His fingers danced upon her skin as if he were exploring her for the very first time. They fell upon her cut open blazer, blouse, and bra, which he methodically parted, pulling each garment open, one by one, until her naked breasts were thrust out for his full inspection. His hands smoothed over the full, firm, supple mounds, his palms brushing over the dusky pink nipples.

"*BAMBI* is your name. It has always been your name. You will come to find out that it is the name of your inner being, the name you really always had, the name you and others had suppressed."

His fingers had drawn back along each mound until he captured a growing taut nipple within each hand. He rolled the tender flesh between his thumb and fingertips, feeling her body betray her as it responded to his gentle touch.

"*BAMBI* is your name! *BAMBI* is how I and everyone will refer to you. *BAMBI* was your name. *BAMBI* is your name. *BAMBI* will always be your name"

His fingers tightened around her nipples, growing tighter and tighter, until he was painfully pinching them, tugging them from the mound to which they were attached.

"Do you understand *BAMBI*?"

Anna was silent and still as he walked over towards her. She felt him in front of her as he sat down, his legs draped over hers, his body between her knees. She began to shake again, out of fear. Her nerves were on edge, her mind exhausted from constant fear and stress.

She tried unsucessfully to pull away from him as he began smoothing back her hair again, beginning to touch her face, holding her face in his hands. He spoke to her, an unclear answer about why she was there. She grew confused the more he explained, never actually answering her question.

She trembled as his fingers traced along her eeks and jawline, moving down to hold her neck as he spoke to her again. She felt his hands move to her tattered clothes, pulling open her bra and blouse, exposing her naked breasts to him. She felt her cheeks grow bright red, of anger and humiliation. She whimpered slightly as he began toying with her nipples.

She shook her head as he began explaining about her name. "No, my name is Anna" she said repeatedly, her voice growing shakey, her body trembling now, as tears began forming again. She inhaled sharply as he held her nipples between his thumb and index finger, rolling them between his fingers, pulling on them.

"*BAMBI* is your name! *BAMBI* is how I and everyone will refer to you. *BAMBI* was your name. *BAMBI* is your name. *BAMBI* will always be your name"

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"No, no my name's anna" She said, tears sliding down her cheeks, sobbing as he began to painfully pull and pinch her nipples, her body moving as far from the steel beam as possible, to relieve the strain he had created on her breasts.

"Do you understand *BAMBI*?"

"my name's anna" she whispered her face streamed with tears.

"My name's Anna" she whispered her face streamed with tears.

It was not the answer he wanted from his captive, and he should have known it would take a while for her to learn, and to accept her new name, to forget her old name. Her past would soon become old history, the name 'Anna', referred to as someone totally different than the young woman he held captive.

He pinched her nipples cruelly, twisting them as they turned dark red, filling with blood as he pulled at the same time. "Wrong answers will result in severe pain, *BAMBI*. I don't want to hurt you*BAMBI*, but I will if I have to! Anna does not exist! You will see! You are *BAMBI*! The sooner you accept that, the less pain you'll have to endure!"

In the midst of torturing her, he heard the faint music from the radio interrupted with another news update. He released her nipples, as she writhed in obvious pain, jumping to his feet, to turn the volume back up.

"Good afternoon! The daring daylight robbery of the Hardington National Bank has come to a saddening conclusion. The identity of the hostage taken during the robbery has been released. Unfortunately, the body of twenty-seven year old, Anna Smith, has been found. Her bound form was found in the getaway van used during the heist. The van apparently ran off the road along interstate twenty-six and exploded in a fiery crash. No other bodies were located, and the police are unsure about the whereabouts of the actual bank robber. The tear-filled family, held a press conference earlier: ... (the sound of Tom Smith, crying) ... We just want to thank the police for all their efforts in locating our dear daughter. This is a difficult time for my wife Joan, and our two other children, Brian and Alyssa. No parent enjoys burying their child, but at least we're pretty certain that she did not suffer, and thank God, wouldnotbe at the mercy of her captor! ... That was Tom Smith, father of Anna Smith, the hostage from the Hardington National Bank robbery who was found dead in a fiery crash off route twenty-six. Her fiancee, Jonathon Archibald, also released a typed response. In it, he echoed the family's grief, admitting that it would take him a long time to get on with his life, their wedding only a few months away. He respectfully requests that the media give him and the Smith family, time to grieve before any additional interviews are given. Once again, the body of Anna Smith, hostage of the Hardington National Bank robbery, has been found dead, the result of a fiery crash of the getaway van off of route twenty-six. And now for the weather ... it looks like it's gonna be another great day ...."

"My name's Anna" she whispered her face streamed with tears.

She cried out in pain as he continued pinching and twisting her nipples. the pain was more than she was expecting to experience. She arched her back against the beam, her body trembling in pain.

"My name isn't Bambi" she yelled out, as he let go of her nipples, walking away. She heard him turn up the radio as another news update. She listened as the radio dj announced her death in a firey car crash. She heard the voice of her father, he was crying, but comforted that she hadn't suffered. Anna began to sob loudly as she listened to her father speak. She lost control as she heard Johnathon's written statement, realizing that everyone she knew and loved thought her, Anna Smith, to be dead.

Her body crumpled, as she sank to the floor, crying, her body shaking. How had he done all of this? Abducted her, taken her as a prisoner, faked her death? Her body ached, knowing now that she would probably never see her family again.

Ramon saw as she slumped to the floor, the sound of her sobbing filling the air as she considered her fate,her future, now that *Anna*was dead! But *BAMBI* was alive and doing well. Now was the perfect time to add to the mental torure he was putting her through.

He turned off the radio, any future news, really having no relevance to her being. He grabbed the mattress and slid it up against the steel post, and quickly moved *BAMBI* to the mattress, her body quaking uncontrollably as her sobs and tears were renewed.

Ramon lay on the mattress with her, spooning up against her, running his hand over her head, her blindfold, wringing wet, with her tears. He combed her hair with his thick fingers, wrapping her tightly in his arms, not allowing her to get away. He stroked his hand along her bared torso, taking liberties palming her breasts, feeling her tortured nipples beneath his palms. He ran his hand over her quivering stomach, feeling it pulse and churn as he cuddled her.

All her squirming and writhing, in an effort to get away from him, only succeeded in giving him a massive erection, which was quickly growing between the cheeks of her ass.

"SSSssshhh *BAMBI*. I know, it's hard to understand! But you need not worry *BAMBI*. You will see. This is the beginning of a better life! Give it up. Your past is now only a memory! Let it go and move on!"

His trapped tumescence was growing uncomfortable, and the way the two shifted against each other, it became quite apparent how aroused he was.

Her sobbing continued and she hardly noticed as he moved the mattress closer to her, lifting her onto it. She had to find a way to get out of here, to go back to her family. Would they believe it was her though? After the police confirmed her death, would they view her as an imposter? Would Jonathon still want to marry her?

She felt him lay with her, her body pressed tightly against her back. he continued running his hand over her hair, combing her hair back again. He held her tightly, has it been Jonathon, she would have smiled, and moved even closer, but this was the man that in essence ended her life, and was tryin to turn her into someone else. She squirmed in disgust as she felt his erection harden against the small of her back.

"SSSssshhh *BAMBI*. I know, it's hard to understand! But you need not worry *BAMBI*. You will see. This is the beginning of a better life! Give it up. Your past is now only a memory! Let it go and move on!"

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She shook her head, unable to speak but refusing to accept what he said. "pl...please let m..me ggo ho...home" She said between sobs, wanthing nothing more than to be with her family.