Taking Lyncey

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Additional Disclaimer: Slavery, in all its forms is evil and cruel. No human being has the right to treat another human being like property. This is simply a fantasy... my fantasy. The author neither condones nor endorses any practices mentioned herein. Please let me know if you like this...or hate it.

Prologue

I rolled down my window, and took the paper cup, smiling at the way it was instantly warm in my hand, which was cold from the snowflake-saturated air.

"Have a good day sir," the woman at the window said.

"Thanks," I responded, "you to."

I placed my coffee in my cup holder as I pulled through the drive-thru and pulled to the end of the parking lot exit. The pre-dawn, morning was eerily quiet and still. As I waited for the only other car on the road to pass me, before making a left turn, I closed my eyes just briefly. Her smiling face floated in my mind's eye. Lyncey...her husband was a pastor at a church in town. I smiled again. Today, she would meet the devil and her god rolled into one! I drove through town to an abandoned warehouse I had bought a year ago. Ironically, it was a block from her husband's church. After making the preparations including my video camera, I left and climbed into my utility van. All my tools and equipment were ready. Zip-ties duct tape, knives, rope, handcuffs and chains.

Twenty minutes later, I was sitting across the street watching the house. The car was running so he was nearly ready to leave for the office. I knew her mother was visiting so I had no problem taking Lyncey away from her kids. I couldn't wait. Thinking of my plans for her made me hard. The front door opened. Her husband was stepping out the door as she came to kiss him goodbye. She was wearing jeans and a green T-shirt that didn't quite reach her wonderful childbearing hips. Her husband backed out of the driveway and passed me on his way out. The tinted windows in the back hid me from view. I waited for a moment or two, just to make sure he was out of sight. I quickly backed up into the driveway. After taking another moment to get my breathing under control, I slipped out into the cold and made my way to the front door and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door opened.

"What'd you forget?' she asked smiling as she opened the door. Before she could register, that it wasn't her husband, I drove my left fist, into her face, following it up with my right. She collapsed backwards into the house, I followed, quickly closing the door behind me. I quickly bound her wrists behind her with a zip tie, securing her ankles the same way. I pulled two pieces off the duct tape roll and, with one, I gagged her, the other was wrapped around her head as a blindfold. I went back to my van and removed a big box on a dolly. Nobody would pay attention to a repairman moving a big box on a trolley to and from a utility van. Back in her house, I loaded her into the long box, wheeled her out, back to the van. I closed the van door, smiling at the attractive young woman walking her dog. She smiled back. Climbing into the driver's seat, I started the engine and took off across the snow-laden city, back to my lair.

There were more cars on the street as I made my way to the warehouse. She had awakened as I had pulled onto the main street, which their street ran off from. After trying to get out of the thick cardboard box, secured with duct tape, she had resigned to crying, albeit somewhat muffled behind her duct tape gag. Though there were still only a few cars, I was annoyed that so many of them seemed to forget how to drive in just 3 inches of snow. This is Canada after all. I had a remote and opened the bay door, quickly closing it behind us. I sat a moment, excited at the thought of what I was going to do to the woman in the back of my van. As I struggled to get my breathing under control, I turned my thought to the one thing I had overlooked. She would be free for several seconds, while my hands were occupied. While I'm average for a male, she's taller than I am with long legs, she could outrun me and that would be problematic. I got out and went to the back of the van. I opened the back doors; grabbing the box at the end her feet were toward and pulled her out. The plan was to keep her disorientated then threaten her, knife-to-throat. Still, it was a calculated risk. I dragged her upside down, till I got her into position. I dropped it, quickly slicing the box open and bending over. She was still blindfolded. I made sure she could feel the knife but was careful not to mar her lovely skin.

"I've put a lot of time in planning this, but, if you make trouble for me, I've no compunction against killing you," I said. Then, grabbing her hair, I hoisted her up, and out of her box. "Let's go," I barked. Her hobbled ankles didn't have the range of motion I desired, so she tripped landing hard on the concrete floor. I grabbed her around the upper arm.

"We're gonna' roll you ont'ah your knees, then rock back 'till you get your feet underneath ya'. Ya?" she nodded and moments later, she was back on her feet. I could hardly wait 'till she would be back on her knees. Bending over, I placed my right arm behind her thigh, underneath her amazing, mesmerizing ass, and leaned my shoulder against her waist. I carried her around the corner and placed her on her feet. I released her wrists from behind her back and walked her backwards to a weight bench with some modifications. Her wrists ere quickly restrained under the bench. Her ankles likewise were restrained underneath the bench. I admired her, bound and helpless as she was. I removed the gag and kissed her. Not gently, no affection or warmth, just a cold hunger. My tongue darted into her mouth and I savored the taste of her hatred and fear. I broke the kiss and reapplied the gag. I wanted her to see the next part so I removed her blindfold gently. I didn't care if it hurt, but I wanted her hair to be as untouched as possible. I enjoyed the pain and fear in her eyes. I smiled as I produced a large knife. Her eyes widened in fear, causing me to smile wider. Slowly, methodically, I began to cut the arms of her green T-shirt; she begged and pleaded into her gag, which only made me hard. When I had divested her, I was surprised at the black lacy bra.

"Hmmm, the pastor's wife's a little slut," I commented aloud. She shook her head vehemently.

"We'll see about that," I said with an even bigger smile. I cut away her jeans after undoing her leather belt and tossing it over my shoulder. Sure enough, she had matching panties. I cut her panties and bra away. The beautiful captive Lyncey lay in front of me in all her naked glory.