anonymous
10-31-2007, 07:20 PM
Slave days of Andrea Thompson
Wednesday.
It’s taken a while to map the weekly movements of my target, to find the times she’s at her most vulnerable. I’ve not taken as much care as I’d have liked, but her sudden resignation from CNN meant I needed to act now- before she moves on. And, even better, if I play it right nobody will realise her abduction for quite some time.
Andrea Thompson is one of those rare creatures, an intelligent beauty. Many would disagree with that, of course, it’s a free country after all. For most of us, anyhow, as she’ll soon learn.
Enjoying sports of all kinds from the obligatory morning-jog to mountain climbing Andrea’s a fit and healthy girl, looking a little younger than her fourty odd years of age would indicate. If forced to describe her in a few words I’d have to say “statusque, tall, leggy blonde amazon” Which can’t be bad!!
Hell – I can dribble over her legs alone, and fully intend to – but that’s getting ahead of myself.
She’s had a medium of fame, playing the role of telepath Talia Winters in Babylon 5, and Detective Jill Kirkendale in NYPD Blue along with numerous bit parts, before turning to “news reporter and frontwoman” at some place in Albuquerque I’ve never heard of and then CNN.
I pick Wednesday, because that’s the night she packs her boy away with a neighbour and goes out to have fun. She’s relaxed, unaware and her “spider-senses” are dulled with the buzz.
Entering her apartment is easy, A master-key unlocks the front door silently and quickly, and enables me to lock it once I’m in. Looking around, all is quiet – a hiss from the bathroom tells me she’s in the shower. Darkness has obviously descended whilst she’s in there and all but the bathroom lights are off. so I pull up a chair and wait.
Times passes, and the shower goes off. Theres a slap slap of bare feet moving around and then the bedroom lights go on…. I’m already moving to keep out of sight and prepare for her entrance.
More time passes, I hear closets open and close, clinking sounds (make-up) and a load of unidentifiable noises before FINALLY she enters the room. I strike from behind, hard and fast with total surprise. A Sweep kick into the back of her knee sends her toppling backwards into me and I wrap one arm round her neck and twist her face sideward to meet the chloroform gag in my other hand. She gasps in shock… and it’s all over as the chemical enters her lungs and puts her out cold.
Only when her unconsciousness is confirmed do I risk looking her over, as said – she’s a strong fit girl and I can’t risk her escape or raising the alarm. I’d expect her to know a little self-defence too so the chloroform was necessary.
Take em out quick, and play at leisure…
I snap a few Polaroid shots, for the album.
She’s wearing a simple grey suit type outfit, highlighted by a metallic blue shirt that’s tight enough to show off her impressive chest. The trousers too are cut to emphasise her figure and I make a note to take my time when it comes to stripping her.
But first – business. Rolling the comatose blonde onto her front I secure her wrists behind her back with sturdy handcuffs, and a favourite set of thumb-cuffs clipped tightly on. Removing her shoes I secure her feet together with a matching set of toe-cuffs backed up with liberal amounts of masking tape pulled tight around her ankles. Once I’ve stuffed a large ball-gag between her limp lips I fasten a
Heavy-duty leather bondage hood over her head to effectively blind and deafen her. The Small nose hole will be sufficient to allow shallow breathing, even in the confines planned for transport.
I then move quickly, no sense in hanging around after all, throwing Andrea over my shoulder, grabbing her handbag (and shoes) I swiftly move along a pre-planned route to the secluded hiding place of my non-descript car. She’s been out for at least ten minutes now so I ensure her unconscious oblivion for transport by a booster injection and stash her in the boot/trunk.
Removing my mask, bodysuit & gloves I toss them into the boot beside my victim, and thud it shut. Moments later I’m calmly driving away. Daydreaming of the pleasures to come. Most of them mine, and few of them hers.
Wednesday.
It’s taken a while to map the weekly movements of my target, to find the times she’s at her most vulnerable. I’ve not taken as much care as I’d have liked, but her sudden resignation from CNN meant I needed to act now- before she moves on. And, even better, if I play it right nobody will realise her abduction for quite some time.
Andrea Thompson is one of those rare creatures, an intelligent beauty. Many would disagree with that, of course, it’s a free country after all. For most of us, anyhow, as she’ll soon learn.
Enjoying sports of all kinds from the obligatory morning-jog to mountain climbing Andrea’s a fit and healthy girl, looking a little younger than her fourty odd years of age would indicate. If forced to describe her in a few words I’d have to say “statusque, tall, leggy blonde amazon” Which can’t be bad!!
Hell – I can dribble over her legs alone, and fully intend to – but that’s getting ahead of myself.
She’s had a medium of fame, playing the role of telepath Talia Winters in Babylon 5, and Detective Jill Kirkendale in NYPD Blue along with numerous bit parts, before turning to “news reporter and frontwoman” at some place in Albuquerque I’ve never heard of and then CNN.
I pick Wednesday, because that’s the night she packs her boy away with a neighbour and goes out to have fun. She’s relaxed, unaware and her “spider-senses” are dulled with the buzz.
Entering her apartment is easy, A master-key unlocks the front door silently and quickly, and enables me to lock it once I’m in. Looking around, all is quiet – a hiss from the bathroom tells me she’s in the shower. Darkness has obviously descended whilst she’s in there and all but the bathroom lights are off. so I pull up a chair and wait.
Times passes, and the shower goes off. Theres a slap slap of bare feet moving around and then the bedroom lights go on…. I’m already moving to keep out of sight and prepare for her entrance.
More time passes, I hear closets open and close, clinking sounds (make-up) and a load of unidentifiable noises before FINALLY she enters the room. I strike from behind, hard and fast with total surprise. A Sweep kick into the back of her knee sends her toppling backwards into me and I wrap one arm round her neck and twist her face sideward to meet the chloroform gag in my other hand. She gasps in shock… and it’s all over as the chemical enters her lungs and puts her out cold.
Only when her unconsciousness is confirmed do I risk looking her over, as said – she’s a strong fit girl and I can’t risk her escape or raising the alarm. I’d expect her to know a little self-defence too so the chloroform was necessary.
Take em out quick, and play at leisure…
I snap a few Polaroid shots, for the album.
She’s wearing a simple grey suit type outfit, highlighted by a metallic blue shirt that’s tight enough to show off her impressive chest. The trousers too are cut to emphasise her figure and I make a note to take my time when it comes to stripping her.
But first – business. Rolling the comatose blonde onto her front I secure her wrists behind her back with sturdy handcuffs, and a favourite set of thumb-cuffs clipped tightly on. Removing her shoes I secure her feet together with a matching set of toe-cuffs backed up with liberal amounts of masking tape pulled tight around her ankles. Once I’ve stuffed a large ball-gag between her limp lips I fasten a
Heavy-duty leather bondage hood over her head to effectively blind and deafen her. The Small nose hole will be sufficient to allow shallow breathing, even in the confines planned for transport.
I then move quickly, no sense in hanging around after all, throwing Andrea over my shoulder, grabbing her handbag (and shoes) I swiftly move along a pre-planned route to the secluded hiding place of my non-descript car. She’s been out for at least ten minutes now so I ensure her unconscious oblivion for transport by a booster injection and stash her in the boot/trunk.
Removing my mask, bodysuit & gloves I toss them into the boot beside my victim, and thud it shut. Moments later I’m calmly driving away. Daydreaming of the pleasures to come. Most of them mine, and few of them hers.