Chapter 1 - THE KIDNAP

 

Late May, and my publisher wanted another book. I decided that it was to be about a kidnap. The ideas flowed, and I was struggling to decide on what happened. A man was kidnapped, and kept, whilst the kidnappers emptied his bank account, this I estimated would take almost a week.

They knew he had his cheque book with him, and decided that they could make him sign a cheque, and once it was cleared, then they would release him, well that was the basic outline, but I did need to do some research, on various elements, like, how would they make him sign the cheques, torture?

Most kidnap stories were viewed from the detective's angle, as they searched for the victim, and brought the criminals to justice, with some parts about the criminals, and victim what if the story was written from the victim's angle. At first there seems to be little to write, unless you delve into the mind, and the effects, or feelings, of being kidnapped. Was this, a new angle?

My idea was to get into the persons mind and feelings, we have all seen stories about kidnaps, and the police, or the criminals, but what about the victim, how did they survive, and feel during the kidnap?

Fear was one element to look at, restriction, confinement, were all part of having been kidnapped, but how did it actually, feel? That was to be the story, his or her feelings, and actions.

What they did to try, and escape, what the kidnappers had done to them, to stop them from escaping. What effect did it have on the victim, and or kidnapper? The person had to be restrained that was obvious, but how? They had to be fed and watered, but how, if you gagged them to stop them screaming, then you couldn't feed them. Once you remove the gag they can scream, or shout for help. So what do you do, and of course if fed, then there is the waste to be considered. A toilet, rather grand for a kidnap situation, a bucket, and then they had to be free to use it, or did they, naked, but it also had to be emptied?

My mind boggled at the different needs, and the solutions, to these dilemmas. I did accept that the kidnappers would not be interested in the comfort, of their victim, but they needed not to be seen, and yet they had to be in contact with the victim to keep them alive, until the deal was done.

Then it came to me, a brain wave, computers, if say the kidnappers opened bank accounts in various countries with the minimum deposit, equivalent to one pound say. They could kidnap a person, and make them transfer the money from their accounts, both savings and current accounts, to a holding account, and then send it around the world, via internet banking.

The holding account would have to be in a foreign country, and opened with false papers, to hide the identity of the kidnappers.

The basic idea was forming, but for my story I needed to get into the mind, and feelings of the victim.

The phone rang, and it was a friend from England, I had moved out of the country to France; a few years prior to me starting writing. I had made a stack on the lottery, and retired young, lucky me, but I needed a hobby to keep my mind active, hence the writing.

"Hi Jim, how's the weather in France, still cold, is it?" my friend asked.

"Hi, Suzy, yes, bloody freezing, it's all the way down to twenty one degrees, and the old country?" I asked laughing.

"We have just had a heat wave it shot up to twelve degrees," she replied also laughing.

"I can't talk for too long, I'm in the middle of working out how it feels to be kidnapped, from the victim's side, you don't know anybody that does that, do you?" I asked again laughing at the flippant remark.

"Smart Alex, in fact I do, they, well she is a dominatrix, and she has kidnapped people, for fun. They enjoy it, shall I ring her for you?" she asked, putting me in my place.

"Oh, you're into the kinky stuff then, are you? I didn't know that, does, Sam?" I said making light of the topic.

"That would be telling, wouldn't it? Seriously, I do know someone that is, or does kidnap people, but it is playing, adult recreation. I'll ring her for you, call me back in say quarter of an hour, OK?" she asked, and hung up.

My mind boggled again, people actually paid, to be kidnapped, for fun, and I hadn't heard about it, wow. I must start using the net to find out what does go on out there, in the World Wide Web.

I checked the clock, and rang her back, she told me that I could ring this number if I was serious, and ask for a Cindy, and to tell her that Carol had suggested that I ring, and give the name John. Apparently they never used real names, all hush, hush, stuff.

"Hi, I'm John, and my friend Carol has told me to ask for Cindy?" I said when the phone was answered.

I was asked to wait, I did, and then the phone was picked up again.

"Yes," was the abrupt response when, Cindy answered the phone.

"Hello, I am writing a book, and want to get into the feelings of the victim, I believe you, kidnap people," I said not knowing what to say really, it wasn't my normal topic.

"Who told you?" she asked, just as abrupt.

"Like I said to the woman that," I started to say.

"For god's sake man, get your act together, I don't have all day to fart arse about, with you," she said angrily.

"Oh, erm, sorry Carol, I'm John, I was told to ring you, about being kidnapped," I said taken aback.

"Right, so you don't want me to kidnap someone, you want me to kidnap you, for a fee?" she asked, still forcefully, but a little calmer now.

"Erm, yes, like I was saying," I started, she cut me off again.

"All I want is to know is when, where and how long? All you need to know is how much, and that depends on the how, where and when?" she said.

"No, please listen, I want it to follow a certain plot, I won't explain because you are busy, I can tell that, I will send Carol the draft, and then you tell Carol, and I will contact you back, much simpler, and quicker that way," I said.

"OK, send it today, she will have it tomorrow, and I will be in touch the next day," she said.

"Wait, hang on, no, I am in France," I said quickly.

"Look, I don't do France, are you stupid, get someone more local," now it was my turn to cut her off.

"No, now listen, I will send it to Carol today, she will have it by Thursday so by next Monday I will expect to hear from you. I will be in England, for the kidnap. I need it to follow the plot, just allow me to send you the story, and we can discuss everything else, later," I said.

"You cut me off, how dare you, slave, I will wait, and then I will decide, if you haven't heard from me by next Tuesday, you will know the answer, won't you?" she said, and hung up.

I rang Suzy back, "What an arrogant, ignorant, stupid cunt she is, how the hell did you manage to meet her," I said annoyed.

"That is all part of the act, she is a dominatrix, you bow down to her, all her slaves do, she is very good, and not cheap, I hope you are not skint, as usual," she said cheerfully.

"No, I sold my last book, but this will be better, if I can get all the research that I need in," I said, adding, "I am sending you a draft of the story, will you see to it that she gets the draft, as soon as it comes, please? Oh one more thing, it might seem a little odd, but I do not want to have contact, with her. I need to feel, being the victim," I said.

"Yes, that's not a problem, she is really a nice woman, and so, so sexy, you'll like her. I do, she comes to me to have her hair done its beautiful, so soft and luxuriant in long waves down to her shoulders," she said, and hung up.

I wrote out the plot; it was where a man had met a woman, she worked in a bank, and she knew therefore that he had the money, and how she could get at his money, but now needed two people to help her.

A woman had met another woman in a bar by chance, and they chatted, friendly and arranged to meet again, they got on so well.

Then later that night one of them was robbing a house, and she met someone else, also robbing the house, it was the woman she had met at the pub. They quickly decided to get what they wanted and leave, and then talk. They did, and became friends, this was at the beginning of the book, and then the bank teller comes in later in the chapter, to create a time line, and association.

One of them was friends with the woman that wanted to kidnap the man, and she introduces her new friend to the woman. Now there were three of them, the woman from the bank had dated the guy, he obviously wanted sex, but she had said no. Then they went out again, and she said not this week, which made him believe that he would have his way with her, next week, and arranged to see her again.

She made all the right noises, to keep him on the hook, and they met, had dinner, and then she took him back, to her place.

Where the other two were waiting for them, when he was busy stripping the woman, or having sex, I have not decided on that yet, they come out, and hold them up, tied them up, and take him to the cell where they were to keep him. Obviously the woman they untie, she was with them, but he didn't know this, and they kept it a secret, to protect her, and use her to get at him, if necessary.

They took him to this place, and keep him there until they had cleared his bank account out, and then release him, and her, with him, so he didn't suspect her, and she could keep tabs on him, in case he went to the police.

There is a lot of work to do yet, but that is the basic plot, so what I need you to do is, find a friend that is willing to allow me to fondle her, and her fondle me. I need it to be as real as possible, and for you to tie us up, and take me away, with her, but then obviously she will be released, straight away, only I will be kept, and it needs to be long enough for the true effect to be felt, three, four days, or so. I'd like the cell to be in a cellar, with a barred gate, and an outer door.

Your woman needs to consider the fact that I will try to escape to get into role; and how they are going to hold on to me, and stop me from finding out who they are, and shouting for help. They have my authority to use ropes, shackles, a gag and blindfold, I must not be able to escape, so a toilet needs to be thought about. It would only create a stinking mess if there was no provision, a bucket, which needs to be emptied, and, or incontinence pants, which will need changing. How uncomfortable do you want the victim, to make him sign, the cheques? What are the chances of escape? What methods can you use to make him sign, the cheques? These are things they need to consider, for me to tell them what to do, it would spoil the feeling, and I need to feel.

Suggest that we make a bet, if I escape, I don't pay them, that is how serious I am about it being felt, as if it were real, but what to offer them if they succeed. The imprisonment time is not the main factor that can be as long as needed, or as short as they want, but I must get the feeling, of being imprisoned, and ineffective, at their mercy. Then I signed it.

Suzy rang me, and told me that Cindy wasn't happy about being called an arrogant, ignorant, stupid cunt, I asked her why, she had told her, and she said that she couldn't tell me how Cindy knew, but she hadn't told her, and that got me confused.

How the hell did she know what I had said? She also said that Cindy wanted a disclaimer, and to use the names she had given me, and not my real name. This was just in case I decided that she had gone too far, yet was within the guide lines, I had sent, or in case I decided to cheat her, nice one I thought, she is getting her own back for my nasty comment, I wrote one.

To whom it may concern,

I John have asked Cindy to kidnap me, using sufficient force to arrest me, and sufficient means to detain me. The means are to be sufficient to stop me from escaping during my detention, and Cindy must ensure that I cannot escape, ropes, shackles and chains, are permitted as means to detain me, as is the use of gags and blindfolds to stop me from seeing my assailants, or shouting for help.

Should I escape; the fee agreed will be refunded, in full.

This is a business deal, and is in no way an illegal act on the part of Cindy, or her assistants. This is not my usual activity, and the one man in the draft is played, by me, therefore no other men are to see me, or be seen, by me, for the duration of this exercise, that would be a breach of contract, and the money would be refunded, in full.

I signed it and put it in with the draft of the story, and posted it, then for some reason I waited anxiously, the idea of being kidnapped had got into my veins, and I was desperate for her to say yes she would do the kidnap. I was unexpectedly looking forward to being kidnapped, by these women.

That week passed eventually, although I was beginning to wonder if it ever would, and on queue as it were, Suzy, rang me.

"Well she has agreed, she actually likes the idea, you have handed yourself to her on a plate, and she likes that, and the fee is one and a half thousand pounds.

That includes the woman to sleep with you, the kidnap, the time in her custody, food and transport from the kidnap site, to the place of detention, and back, but not the fare from France to the hotel, and back. She also thinks you should take the woman out to dinner, at a quite expensive restaurant, it isn't too bad, I'll tell you that later, now when?" she said excited.

"I am due to come to England in two weeks, but I have business to attend to first, so shall we say on Tuesday the twenty seventh, at the hotel. I will send you a photo so that the woman can pick me up, as it were," I said.

"She suggested that the woman comes up to the bar, where you are sat, and recognises you. Then you go off to dinner together, leave the bit in between to the woman. She will be called Diane, well that is what you will call her, like surprised, 'Oh hello Diane, how, what a surprise, how are you, haven't seen you in ages,' sort of thing, then she will invite you back to hers, and then it will happen, if not you get a fuck out of it, don't you," she said laughing, "Where are you staying?"

"The Red Bull, it's," I started to say.

"I live here remember, I know it, OK, see you as agreed, well I won't, will I?" she asked.

"Yes, I will call on you before the event, may be even after as well, thank you. I thought it stupid, idiotic, but now I must admit I am excited about the idea, and can perhaps see, why men want to be kidnapped," I said.

"And women, they want to be kidnapped as well, so Cindy says, see you in a couple of weeks, bye," she said, and hung up.

If the week between speaking to Cindy, and getting Suzy's phone call was agony, I don't know how to explain what the next two weeks were like. I couldn't write a word, nothing came, except the thought of being tied up and bound, kept tied to a chair, or locked in a room. It was so exhilarating, yet I also feared it. I would not be able to get out, would I, and would she free me, she had no reason to keep me, had she, what if? Then the doubts started, and the fears, what had I done. No I was alright, Suzy wouldn't have led me astray, she was a good friend, and she wouldn't allow anything nasty to happen to me, would she?

You may not be able to understand the feelings, of wanting it to happen, yet fearing it at the same time, it was weird to say the least, yet, I was happy to go through with it, weird, as I said.

I went to England and saw my publisher, and my accountant, then on Monday night all done I relaxed in my hotel room, and the dreaded fears started again, and the exhilaration. Time passed slowly, Tuesday morning I went to see Suzy, and she laughed. I was so nervous, she confirmed that Cindy was a good woman, and wouldn't harm me at all. She thought, once I was over the initial thing, I would enjoy it; I hoped, she was right.

I went back to my hotel, showered and changed into nice casual, and went down to the bar at seven, as agreed. I walked up to the bar, and as I sat down a woman looked at me. I turned and smiled, and she looked away, and she was a good looking woman, but it was too early. She would arrive after me that was how we had arranged it, I looked around the bar, there were only a few in, and so she would easily recognise me, from the photo. The woman was looking at me again; I smiled politely, and then ordered a Gin and Tonic.

She got up walked up to the bar confidently, and sat next to me, I couldn't very well say that I was waiting for someone, now could I, yet I wanted that seat empty. I didn't want the woman coming in, and thinking I was occupied with a date, and walk off, I made to move.

"John you have looked at me twice, I am now sat next to you, and you still don't recognise me, have I changed that much?" she asked smiling at me.

I looked at her again, "Diane, no, not, it can't be, you look wonderful, how the devil, are you?" I asked shocked, more at the class of my date, than anything else.

She was one really good looking woman, and I would get to fondle those pair, wow, I had a hard on thinking about it.

"Diane, come on, Sandra, we were at school together, remember, your name is Jim, but to wind you up we always called you, John," she said, my heart sank.

I looked at her again Sandra? Sandra, Sandra Henderson, four eyes.

"Not Sandra Henderson, we called you, well, it was rather nasty wasn't it, what happened, you were if I remember correctly, not ugly, but shall we say, plain," I said now regretting my words.

"That's me; I went on to university, then became a research chemist, and earned a lot of money. I had laser eye treatment, and my teeth straightened, and well they were rather weak, weren't they," she said pushing her breasts out at me, and shaking her long blonde hair out of her eyes.

"You look marvellous, you really do, unfortunately I am meeting someone, I am doing research for a book I am writing, and they are expecting," I was cut off.

"Can't leave you alone for a minute," a woman said.

Sandra turned around, "Hi, sorry John, I have to go, nice seeing you again, this is John an old school friend, Alison, my partner," Sandra said introducing me to her friend.

My heart really sank now, such a beautiful woman and attached to another woman. Why is it, all the best ones are with women, I thought, but at least my fears were now put on hold, as they left hand in hand, and I was alone again.

I looked around the bar to see if a single woman was about, but there wasn't, I turned back, and took a sip of my drink, and then a hand touched me on the shoulder.

"Jim, Jim my old school friend, how the devil are you," a woman said, not as beautiful as Sandra, but I admit, had I not met Sandra, she would have turned my head, wow, well worth another look, and she knew it.

"Diane, well what a surprise, I have just met another old school friend Sandra, this is turning out to be a very surprising night, for me," I said.

"Really?" she said sounding surprised, "That was why I sat over there, I was just about to leave when I saw them leave, you are lucky, I thought you were with your wife," she said.

"No, no, I am not married, are you?" I asked then again regretted it, stupid question to ask a prostitute.

"No, I am not, do they do meals here, I am starving," she said.

"Tell you what; would you like to join me for dinner? I haven't eaten yet, either," I said.

"Yes that would be lovely, and we can catch up on old times, where shall we go for dinner?" she asked.

That threw me, I was expecting her to know, that was what was agreed, fuck, now what?

"I don't live around here; do you?" I asked thinking quickly.

"Yes, I know the ideal place," she said smiling.

Whew that got me out of a sticky situation. We went to dinner at this rather expensive place, and I paid as agreed, but as Suzy had said it wasn't that bad, and the food was very good.

As we were finishing dinner, she invited me back to her place, I was surprised at how easy it was to talk to her, seeing as we had just met, and were now talking like old friends. We took a taxi to her house, and then she poured me a drink, and we sat chatting, then she took the lead thank goodness. I wasn't sure what to do.

She kissed me, and then put her tongue into my mouth, and held me tight. I began to relax, and did the same; she took my hand and placed it on her breast. I felt awkward, but went along with it, and then she took hold of my dick, outside of my trousers, and rubbed it. I began to get excited and stimulated, and then I took the initiative, and undid her blouse, and put my hand inside, to fondle her breast, and then I undid her bra, and felt at them properly, as she let go of me and began to remove my shirt and trousers.

I expected us to go up stairs, but she continued to undress me there in the lounge, I didn't object, I thought she knew what she was doing, and I was getting very hot under the collar, as we kissed and fondled each other.

I was naked, and she was down to her bra, suspenders, stockings and knickers, when she suggested that we would be more comfortable in her bedroom.