Kidnapped

Name: Morella Thorne

Age: 19

Appearance: http://media.photobucket.com/image/suicide girls/evanfreak3/Suicide Girls/ember.jpg?o=137

I left work after having a really rough night. A couple of the waitresses had called in, so I had to do their work rather than being a hostess. The night had went smoothly until some creepy guy had came in. All night he had leered at me and made lewd comments at me while I was taking his order. I tried my best to ignore it. What was strange was the fact that he would not leave even after he was through eating. When he grabbed my ass when I passed by to take a couple’s order it was the last straw. I told the manager, who promptly kicked him out. On the way out, he said something that sent a chill up my spine.

“I will be seeing you later tonight, sweetie.” He said to me.

As I walked out to my car, I noticed a car that did not belong to any of the other workers parked a short distance away. I saw a guy in it, but I could not see his face. My first thought was that he was a friend of one of my co-workers, so I dismissed the bad feeling that I had. As I drove home, I noticed that the car was following mine. I took several different turns, but he kept on following. I quickly got to the house and pulled into the garage and closed the door. I ran into the house, locked the doors, and tried calling for help. As I was about to call 911, my phone died and the lights went out on the house. I quickly ran to the bedroom to try to hide.

(I need a dominant male for the role of the kidnapper. PM me if interested.)

Ryan Morris
Age: 30
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic.


I looked around at my dungeon and decided that it was time to put my plan into action. I made a small fortune thanks to some good investments and was able to retire early. So I deiced that he wanted a sex slave. I went about building the perfect dungeon in the basement. It was completely soundproof, there was a small room that just consisted of a bed, a small bathroom with a shower, then there was the main room there was a bed on one side of the room, a pair of shackles hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room and a pair of shackles rested on the floor embedded in the concrete floor. On the other side of the room was a cabinet that held very sexual devices. And the door could only be opened with a 4 digit code of my choosing.

Once the dungeon was done, I set out to find myslave. After a few weeks of looking I found her. I saw her leaving her work with a group of friends one afternoon. Then, I set about following her and learning all he could about her. That night, I went into the resturant to scare her a little. I couldn't help but grab her butt, sure I got tossed out out, but it was worth it. I got in my car and waited for her to come out. I follwed her home and pulled my van into the driveway.

I had figured out how to cut the power and phone to her house, and did so as soon as she got in her house. I walked up to the door and found it locked, I easly picked the lock and walked inside. Then, I headed to the bedroom, "Morella... Come on out... make this easy on yourself..."

I managed to sneak into my closet and tried to hide behind some of the clothes inside. Tears were streaming down my face at the thought of what he had planned for me. I said nothing hoping that he would just leave. Before getting into the closet, I had opened the bedroom window hoping that he would think that I had snuck out.

I turned on my flashlight and started to search the room, "Morella... Where are you? I know you are in here... Do you think I'm stupid enought to think you climbed out the window." I looked under her bed and saw her suitcase I put it on her bed. Then, I took out my gun and opened her closet. "OK, Morella... come out now with your hands up..."

I trembled as I heard him enter the room. I tried to remain as quiet and calm as possible, but it was useless. He found me. I gasped as I was greeted by the muzzle of a gun. I slowly got out showing him that I was empty handed. “Please, don’t hurt me…” I said fearfully.

"You do what I say, Princess, and I won't hurt you... Now, you're going to pack. You and I are going on a little trip. You can only take dresses, tops, skirts, bras and panties, no thongs though. Also, you make take shoes, but the heels can be no taller than 2" in height and nothing that shoes your toes... Hurry up, Princess, I dont have all night.

I hurried and began gathering up the items that he specified. I grabbed several skirts, a short red low cut dress with spaghetti straps, a long black dress that was low cut with a slit up the leg, several tops, and my silk and lace bras and panties, and some shoes.”. Meanwhile, I looked up briefly at the window to see if my neighbor was up to give a subtle signal for help, but no luck the lights were off. I sighed sadly as I closed my suitcase.

I smiled as I watched her pack her clothes. While she packed I grabbed another bag out from her closet. "Now, get your makeup and personal hygene products. Put them in this bag. You may also take three personal items with you as well... And be quick about it..."

I took the bag to gather up my make up and other items. I thought about escaping out of the window, but the door was kept open. The three personal items that I grabbed was a necklace and ring that my grandma gave me before her death, and my journal. I was quivering as I finished off gathering my stuff. I returned to the bedroom.

Ryan picked up her clothes bag... "OK, Honey... Let's go... You go first..." Ryan walked her out to his van and he put her inside. There were no windows in the back of the van. When he closed the door he tied her up and gagged her. Then he got behind the wheel of the van and pulled out of the drive way.

I began to squirm against my restraints as I was laying on the floor of the van. However, the ropes were very strong and would not break. Tears were streaming down my face as I thought of everything that he could possibly do to me.