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A model captivity (Houdini and Sweetnecter)

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Houdini

Supernova
Joined
Mar 18, 2009
Small town life was all Jim knew. As the only tailor in the town of Winslow, he did a decent business. He was busy closing up shop on Friday afternoon, ready to take the five minute walk back to his house. He drove to work when it was bad weather, but enjoyed the conveniences of living in a small town and walked the six blocks when he could. He didn't have all that much to look forward to at home. He was in his late twenties, and had given a few of the local girls a chance over the years, but none of them seemed to keep his interest. He always told himself that if he lived in the big city, he would find a soul mate, but hated the thought of leaving his family's business and all that he knew.

Although a bit eccentric, Jim was a normal guy to look at. He was tall with an average build and wavy brown hair, and seemed to always be wearing a five-o-clock shadow. He threw his light leather jacket on as he closed the door to his shop, locked up, and headed down sleepy Main street towards his house.
 
Alice was walking down the street heading in the direction of the small town she could now see. She was on a vacation, thatment no one knew where she was going. Most of the time that was what she liked about her time off, but now she wished she could call and get a ride. she isghed softly and flipped her long red hairover her shoulder. "Well at the very least I will have nicer legs when I get back." She laughed to herself.

She saw a man walking up the street the she was walking down. Seeing that most of the shops were closed Alice walked up and lightly tapped the man's arm. "Sir my car broke down, by any chance do you have a phone I could use?" She asked, her voice held just a hint of a cajun accent. She offered a smile as well as her name. "I am Alice Creed, so sorry I have to bother you."
 
Jim stopped once he felt her touch, turning around and taking a look at the beauty calling out to him. "I was just closing up my shop", he said, motioning towards his tailor's shop. "I'm Jim Bratton. I only live a few blocks from here," he offered. "You can stop in and use the phone if you want. Is everything OK? You're not from town, are you?"

There didn't seem to be any harm in helping her out. She seemed as friendly as she was beautiful.
 
"Oh no I am not. I am from all over really, I am from New York city though." Alice smiled softly and looked to the shop. "Oh, this is really quite funny. I am in fashion myself, I model." She laughed softly when she noted this. She looked up at him with ehr bright green eyes from under long lashes. "Thank you for offering to let me use you phone, it is very kind of you to allow a stranger into your home Jim."
 
"It's no problem at all, Alice", he remarked, entranced momentarily by her dreamy green eyes. "It's a pleasure to meet you. If I can be so forward as to say so, I have no trouble believing that your are a model."

He rubbed his chin as he processed some ideas for a moment. "You know, even in a small town like this, I don't just sew buttons on old ladies raincoats. I do have some pieces at home that I've designed myself. You should take a look at them when you stop by.", he suggested. "I've been trying to get them in a big show." He set off down the street, leading the way in the direction of his house. "It's this way", he offered.
 
"I would be glad to look through them. I like smaller placeswhen I have the choice. They do not feel the need to try to be bigger and better then anyone else." Alice smiled sweetly as she spoke. It was clear that she was a friendly young woman, not stuck up of snobish in any way.

"So, have you always lived here? I tend to go to small towns on vacation. I do not want to stay in the city forever." She pushed her hair back over her shoulder, thewind had kicked up and blown it all over her face.
 
"That sounds lovely", he responded, continuing to lead her towards his home, pleased that such a beautiful model from the big city was interested in perusing his own collection.

"I've lived here all my life", he answered her. "The shop you saw me closing up belonged to my father, and his father before him. I've thought of moving away, but I could never leave what I know." He admired the polished, classy way in which she walked and spoke. She clearly had been educated well in her profession. "What about you, would you actually consider living in a small town? You don't seem the type. But your accent doesn't sound like you were always from New York."
 
"OH well that is because I am from the south. Small town, my friend was a photographer, he got discovered and with a picture he took of me I did aswell." Alice explained with a soft smile. She walked at a brisk pace wanting to let someone know she was delayed soon. She looked around the sleepy twn and smiled, it reminded her of home.
 
He listened to her story, keeping up with her pace. "I thought it was a southern accent I detected", he said, smiling. As they approached his street, he pointed towards his house, a sleepy looking, large brick house with a front porch. "This is the place", he said, unlocking the door, and motioning her to enter. "Let me get you the phone."
 
"Your home is lovely." She said with a smile as they entered. She took off her coat and hung it over her arm. She stood where he left her waiting for him to fetch the phone. As she waited shelooked around the room, wondering where he kept his pieces .
 
"Thank you", he answered, walking into the back room, and returning with a cordless phone. "Here you go. Is there anything I can do for you, by the way? I never asked if you were in trouble or anything."

As she took it, he added "I have a spare bedroom upstairs where I do my designs. I'll take you up once you're done there." He took her coat off her arm and headed for the closet with it.
 
Alice looked as he took her coat and bit her lip. She did not really plan on staying long. She called her agent and let him know she was going to be a few days behind. She then turned to Jim. "I can't stay long, I just need to get a peek at your work then catch a cab." She said with a soft smile.
 
Jim's looked must have showed that he was visibly disappointed Alice did not plan to stay any longer. After all, it was not commonplace to have such a picturesque, successful woman in the town, much less in his own house. He left her some privacy and went into the kitchen while she made her phone call. After she hung up he headed back into the living room where she stood.

"Are you sure," he asked. "Wouldn't you like anything to drink or to use the bathroom?"
 
"No Thank you. I will take a look at you work while I wait for my cab. Rex is calling for me." Alice smiledsoftly and walked up to Jim." So are they summer or winter items?" She asked with a smile trying to cheer him up.
 
He walked upstairs with her, pointing in the direction of his guest room. "I mostly design summer items. I have some original creations that I'm sure you'll love. Being from down south, I'm sure you can appreciate a good summer design", he said, smiling at her. "I have some light blazers, a couple of long gowns, some original belts, also a leather handbag."

As he pointed her into his room that served as a design studio, he remarked, "You really should stay for some tea, though. It will take a while for that cab. There aren't any cab companies right in town, after all."
 
"Oh tea would be great, maybe you could make it while I look through your items?" Alice suggested as she walked into the room. She was more interested in the dresses, they were her favorite thing to wear. They were so lady like. She turned and gave him a smile before turning back to look over what he had made.
 
"Sure", he replied with a smile. As she looked at his designs, he went downstairs and put the tea kettle on, placing two mugs on the counter with a teabag in each, while the water heated up. Alice seemed in quite a hurry to leave, and although she was being polite, he thought to himself that she was looking at his things out of a sense of obligation. He saw the contempt in her eyes as she saw his designs, as if to say "This would never make it in the big time."

He wasn't sure if he would every lay eyes on a more statuesque, beautiful girl, let alone have her in his house. He wasn't about to let her leave so easily, he thought to himself, as he slipped a small pill into her cup of tea. Not enough to knock her out for long. After all, there were people waiting to hear from her, and he would need her cooperation eventually unless he wanted people searching town for her, he thought as he walked up the steps with the two cups of tea in hand. "So what do you think?", he asked with a smile as he walked back into the bedroom.
 
Alice turned and smiled at him,"They are lovely. When I pass back through I may just have to stop to buy something." She gave a soft smile and took the tea. "Thank you." she said before taking a long slow sip. It was raher chilly outside and warm tea just made her feel so much more at home. She took a seat in a wing backed chair and smiled at him, "Thank you for putting up with all this Jim."
 
Jim took a sip of his own tea, acknowledging her compliment. "Well, thank you. I'm flattered." He wondered if there was a chance that she actually did like his designs. Had he made a mistake in drugging her? Well, that was a bell that couldn't be un-rung. She already had sipped plenty of the spiked tea. He knew it was only a matter of moments before she would go out. "It's been no inconvenience at all. I am happy to have you. My home is your home," he told her with a slight chuckle to himself at the thought of his devious designs for her.
 
Alice closed her eyes tightly then started to blink. She pressedher left hand top the side of her head. It felt like she was about to faint. She knew the feeling all to well from not eating right durring a long day and not getting enough water. She felt her glass drop from her hands as she slumped back intot he chair.
 
As he watched the leggy beauty pass out, he moved quickly, as the dose he gave her would only last fifteen minutes or so. The devious tailor thought for a moment before deciding he would need some leverage. He picked Alice up out of her chair and laid her carefully on her stomach on the guest bed. He undid her dress around the back of her neck, before lifting her up and sliding it off her, shoes coming off in the process. Next came her bra and panties. He flipped her over onto her back as she dozed quietly, now naked.

He stopped for a minute, unable to continue carrying out his plan until he admired her form. Her long legs terminated in a perfectly smooth, shaven slit. Her teacup sized breasts heaved quietly up and down as she breathed softly, perfectly soft pink nipples adorning the top of them, her long red hair spread over her neck and chest. But he had work to do. He ran downstairs, grabbed a martini glass, and came back up, placing it in her outstretched, limp hand. He took out his digital camera, snapping a few photographs. He was sure she would be more than willing to play along with him, faced with the threat of nude pictures that showed her passed out drunk, being sent all over the internet. Once this had been accomplished, he took a pair of handcuffs out from under the bed, and fastened them to one wrist, around the bed post, and then to the other wrist, before sitting down in the wing backed chair and waiting for her to wake up.
 
Alice woke up after a little while longer, he had not given her enough to make the wait long. Slowly her eyes opened as she groaned. She breifly wondered is she had fainted for some reason. But when she tried tolower her arms to rub her face it became rather clear what had happened. Her hair fell into her face as she turned to look at him. Her brow creased with her confusion. "JIm whatis going on?" She asked trying to sound calm. She remembered the class with a few other girls that she had taken on what to do if they got kidnapped, and so she started to do as she had been taught to.
 
Once he saw that Alice woke up, he stood up out of his chair. It was clear that she was trying to disarm him with her calmess. He walked over and stood over the bed, staring down at the restrained girl. "I just thought we would have a little fun together, my dear", he answered with a wide smile. "I have a proposal for you. If you'll play with me tonight, I won't broadcast these all over the internet", he said, picking up his laptop from the dresser, and showing her the photos he took. "I think a drunk, naked, passed out supermodel would be a great tabloid story."

He stood back, putting away the laptop and awaiting her response. "But don't worry, I only want to play for one night. Then tomorrow, you can go back to your extravagant life."
 
Alice stared at the lap top in shock for a few seconds. She was very clean, in fact she was up for being named a role model for young women, she did not do drugs, rearely drank, was not in a current relationship. But that photo would pretty much ruin her even if it was staged. "What do you mean by play?" She asked her vocie low. She did not know what she was going to do, this was something she expected to happen in the city not in a small town where the most recent crime was probebly speeding.
 
He looked as the fear begin to come into Alice's eyes. She seemed to be showing her nervousness now, her arms twitching slightly in the handcuffs, not used to being restrained. "Well..." he started, "I think that you should get some treatment that you're not used to. I'm sure you're treated like a queen everywhere you go. So instead, you'll have to be my slave for the night." He looked at her with a grin, although it certainly did little to reassure her. "Don't worry, I won't injure you. If I wanted to do that, wouldn't I have done it already?"

He went into the main bedroom, returning with a cordless phone a moment later. "The first thing you'll have to do is call your manager and tell him you met a friend and decided to stay the night. Tell him everything is fine, and you won't need that cab." He studied her up and down again. "What do you say?"
 
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