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Sara the Puppy Girl

Part 4

JUST A FICTIONAL STORY. NOT BASED ON REAL PEOPLE, EVENTS, OR LOCATIONS. NOT A PLAN OF ANY FORM.


Chapter Four


       “Ok listen up, Girl. I need you to stay here like the good Girl that you are, and Ill be back in a few to pick you up. Ok?” With that Sara erupted into a ferocious tantrum like nobody had ever seen before. He was going to take her with him!? He was kidnapping her! Who the fuck was he? Why was he doing this? She just wanted to be left alone!

       Sara thrashed in every way that she could. Here strapped up arms twitched and flexed in a pathetic attempt to break out of the leather cuffs. She tried to bring her frog-tied legs up to her chest, and her feet flicked about ridiculously. Her screams and cries reached a new volume and pitch, and between them she tried to ask questions and beg for her freedom. Her skinny torso twisted and bent in all ways she could manage, but all she accomplished was getting herself tipped on her side for a few seconds. The man just stood in the room watching his delicious little prize as she squirmed and squealed, hopelessly trapped.

       “Hahaha Ok, Girl. Ill tell you what. If you get free by the time I get back, Ill just let you go. And youll never see or hear from me again. Does that sound like a deal?” Sara had no reply for that, not that he would have understood it if she did. “Alright, well I should be back in twenty minutes. If youre free when i get back, you stay free. See you soon Baby Girl.” Sara lay in a frozen state on her bed, listening in the dark as the man walked over and turned out her light, then walked out the door. “Remember. Twenty minutes. After that, youre mine.” With that, he closed the door.

       Those words rang in her head over and over again, it was like a punch to the face. Youre mine, youre mine, youre mine. Oh fuck, she had to get loose! Now! Sara began to squirm with every muscle in her body. For a minute or two, she just twisted around on the bed. All she succeeded in doing was exhausting herself. After giving herself a second to breathe, she decided to focus on getting her arms free. She pulled with all of her strength, trying to pry one arm from the other, but the metal holding the leather straps together was too much. She continued to try a little longer. How long had it been? Five minutes? Ten? Between the adrenaline and the fear she felt like it had been an hour.

       Getting her arms free was hopeless. How could she get out? What if she got her legs free, then she could find a way out of the room and try to get outside. That seemed like as good a shot as freeing her arms, but she decided to give it a go anyways. So Sara then fought against the straps around her legs with all of her might. Maybe she didnt have to get all the way free. Maybe if she just broke one lock it would count and he would have to release her! For several minutes Sara pulled as hard as she could, trying to free herself from this bondage. It was hopeless. Oh God how much time did she have left? It felt like shed been like this for so long.

       Her arms wouldnt come free, nor would her legs. The ball would be impossible to remove without the help of her hands or her captors. Loosing the blindfold would do much good, especially since the lights were now off, anyways. Sara finally succumbed to the superiority of her bonds, there was no escape. The only real shot she had left was to scream for help, but she was sure nobody would hear her. She took a deep breath in through her nose, and then let out the loudest, longest scream that she could muster. After a few seconds, she regained her composure and got her breath back and screamed again. Maybe if she screamed in a higher pitch people could hear it better? She gave it a shot. Poor Sara tried everything, until she was so out of breath that her screams were nothing short of raspy growls pouring from her drooling mouth. And then the door opened...


       She hadnt even heard him in the house this time. But it was him, alright. The man walked over to the bed and turned the light back on, then took a seat beside his beautiful prize.

       “Looks like you lose, Princess. Sorry bout that.” She let her head plop back down on the bed, facing away from him as she began to cry once again. “Sorry babe, but its time to go.” With that the man slipped his hands under her body and lifted her up. “Say goodbye to your nice things.” Sara squirmed with renewed strength, in one last desperate attempt to be free. But the man was too strong. No amount of twisting would get her away from him, and he was free to do with her as he pleased.

       The man walked her down the hall, and into the kitchen. “In you go” he said as he lifted her up and then lowered her down into something. What was happening, she wondered. He had just dropped her down into a massive black luggage suitcase.

       “Now when you wake up, well be home.” With that he forced a rag to her face, and the chloroform within it quickly rendered her unconscious. He turned her head so that she was facing the left with her head resting gently on the cases built-in pillow. Behind her head was a small oxygen tank, strapped securely to the side of the case. From it, ran a clear tube which ended with an respiratory mask. The man gently lifted the girls head and slipped the mask over her nose and her gagged mouth, then he carefully rested her back on the pillow. He double checked and even listened to ensure that the oxygen was flowing at the correct rate.

       He took a moment to watch her sleep, she was far more peaceful like this. Her breathing was still heavy from her ordeal, but it would slow down in a few minutes. The man placed his hand on his prizes beautiful head and stroked her soft golden hair, despite it being messy and trapped under the straps of her gag and blindfold. The man took a mental picture for the ride home, then sealed up his new little pet.

       The massive man lifted the suitcase, grabbed hold of the handle, and wheeled it right out the front door. He walked about 100 yards to his SUV, and loaded his suitcase into the back. He then returned to the house to quickly cover his tracks. With any luck, this girls parents would just think she ran away. He then went back to her bedroom and collected a few of her things. Her makeup, the one big brown teddy bear that was crammed into the corner of her bed, and a few pieces of jewelry. He was careful not to touch anything else in the room, and then wiped clean all of the surfaces hed touched. Then, he left as if he was leaving his own home.




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