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The Silent Treatment (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Ms.Goody2shoez94)

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Ryan Morris
Age: 35
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic.

Ryan Morris was a self-made millionaire. Due to some great investments, he was able to make a lot of money and retire early. He build house in the country far from everyone with all the amenities, full electricity, Satellite TV and Internet. He enjoyed his life but he missed having female companionship. So, he decided to stalk and kidnap a woman and make her his sex slave.

He built the basement of his house into a dungeon to keep his new slave in and once that was done he headed into a nearby city to search for the woman he wanted as his slave. One day he was looking walking through the park pretending to take pictures, actually he was looking for his slave...
 
Rayleen Michaels
Age: 30
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 150lbs
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Green
Body Type: Curvy


Rayleen found herself in a bind. After she had broken up with her ex-boyfriend it seemed as if her friends had smothered her with attention. It had been two weeks of all their attention, and now that she was on her own she didn't know what to do. She walked around the house looking for things to do, but she couldn't find anything of interest, she tried watching t.v. nothing was on, there was nothing to clean, she had no ideas of what to do.Ray decided to go to the park. It had been so long since she had took time to relax out in the open. Ray packed up a bag of some snacks and grabbed and old loaf a bread she didn't think she was going to eat.

She posted herself under a big shady oak tree not to far from the pond. She fed the ducks some of the loaf she had brought them. After being chased by then she took a break from them to eat her own snacks. Grabbing some more bread Ray grabbed her camera and started taking pictures of all the fluffy little models that seemed to be flocking to her, She laughed looking around for other inspiration catching another photographer looking her way, she waved slowly a small smile on her face. She looked down wondering why she had did that.
 
Ryan smiled when he saw Rayleen, when she waved at him he waved back. She was the one he was looking for. He walked away and found a spot where he could watch her with out her knowing. He followed discretely Rayleen to her house. He found a good dry spot to watch the house completely undetected. He waited for hours to see if anyone else come in or out. No one did. When night fell, just a few lights came on in the house and around dinner time a pizza was delivered. Around 9 PM all of the lights went dark. Ryan knew it was time to make his move. He left his hiding place and went to get his van.
 
Ray 's cheeks burned brightly as she looked away from the cute stranger. Rayleen finished her unplanned shoot, before packing everything up to go. Passing out the last crumbs of bread, Ray ran from the ducks who insisted she had more food. At home she didn't do much a little more picking up, before fixing herself up some dinner. Dinner was lonely, the first one she was alone for in the longest time. She found. Herself looking for things to do, but she couldn't find anything of interest. By eight she was showering, and settling into some random show on tv. Nothing amusing, she was just looking for anything she could get. Coming to terms with the idea that nothing good was on. She shut off the light and snuggled into her sheets. It wasn't long before sleep overcame her.
 
That night, Ryan returned at midnight. This time driving a van. Ryan walked up to the door and smiled when he found the door wasn't even locked. He quietly walked upstairs and found Rayleen's room. He smiled as he watched her sleep. He then took a needle out of his pocket and carefully pulled down her covers. Then, he stuck the needle into her thigh. What was in the needle was a drug that would keep her knocked out during her transport to her new home.

Ryan headed down to the van and got a large crate and a hand truck out of the back. He took the crate upstairs to her room. He carefully put Rayleen inside and took her down to the van. Then he got another crate and took it back to her room. He filled the second crate will all of her clothes, shoes, underwear, jewelry, makeup, personal hygiene items, and other personal things of hers.

When they got back to his house Ryan took Rayleen down to the dungeon. He put her in a small room. He put her in a chair in the center of the room. He tied her legs to the chair and tied her arms behind her back. Then he put a blindfold over her eyes. He then went upstairs and went to bed.
 
Rayleen being the deep sleeper she was never felt one of the hands that brushed over body. She laid in blissful, peaceful sleep. Her body laid limply in her captures arms as he took her and all her things to his van.

Rayleen came through early in the morning. She shook her head and tried to sit up as if she was in bed. She felt the binds around her arms that held her back against what she assumed was a chair. Panic quickly rose inside of her as she rocked the chair trying to get loose. The tears started to tickle her eyes. Her legs were bound too as she looked down to see what else had been done.

"Is there anybody here. Please let me out," she gave a wounded cry. She had no clue as to where she was, but she was sure that she was probably far from home.
 
Ryan let Rayleen sit there for several hours. Ryan came in the room carrying a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and a chair. He entered the room without saying anything. He set the bowl on the chair and left the room for a moment he returned carrying a table. He set the table near her, and set the soup on the table. He sat down in the chair, picked up the soup, got a spoonful and placed the spoon of soup up to her lips.
 
Ray's eyes widen watching the stranger walk into the room. It took her a moment, but she realized that it was the man from the park she had smiled at. It dawned on her that had been staking her out. 'How long had he been watching her?' Her panic came back she wondered how much he had found out about her in the process. "Please don't hurt me," she could barely muster the words as he came closer and closer to her. "I'll do whatever you want just lease take me home." the first of her tears started to slide her cheeks. Rayleen knew she sounded desperate, but the truth was she was scared shitless.
 
Ryan didn't say anything to her. He just kept the spoon of soup up to her lips and waited for her to eat.
 
Another tear slid down her cheek as she stared down at his slippers feet. She finally loojed into hus eyes wary of the soup. She took a quick sniff of the air, with alight hesitance she drank the soup he offered.
 
Ryan smiled when Rayleen started eating. He didn't answer her. He just gave her a couple more spoonfuls, then he reached up and started to gently fondled her left breast through her pajama top, before giving her another spoonful of soup. He waited to see what her reaction would be before continuing to feed her.
 
Rayleen instantly shied away from his touch. She wished her feet were able to reach the ground so she could put some sort of distance. She refused to take another sip of anything from this horrible man. Like a baby, she turned her face hiding from his hand. Ray wanted to skip the torment of being fed. " I'm not hungry," she mumbledout.
 
The moment that Rayleen said she wasn't hungry. Ryan got up took the bowl of soup and left the room. He left Rayleen tied to the chair. Then he went to his office to watch her from the hidden cameras in the room.
 
Ray almost regretted making him leave. She was alone again, and still left with out answers of who he was, and where he had taken her to. She looked around hopelessly for anything that could help take off the binds. Her capture, whatever his name was, had been completely thorough when setting her up. She was in the middle of the room without anything that could give her a clue of where she was. The one lone window in the corner of the cieling could only tell her the time of day. Ray spent what felt like an enternity thinking of different scenarios of tortures he might preform on her and it just made her sick.
 
Ryan let Rayleen sit there for several hours. Ryan came in the room carrying a fresh bowl of chicken noodle soup and set the soup on the table. He sat down in the chair next to her, picked up the soup, got a spoonful and placed the spoon of soup up to her lips.
 
She wanted so much to deny him any attention, but she couldn't deny the ache in the bottom of her stomach from lack of food. Ray met his eyes as she opened her mouth to accept the soup. Her eyes looked over his face as he fed her. After a few sips, Ray had the courage to ask hima question. "What's your name? I have to know what I am suppose to call you."
 
Ryan just shook his head and put his index finger to his lips to tell her to be silent. Ryan then fed her some more. As he did he felt her breasts through her pajama top.
 
She cringed against his touch. Ray was hungry though, and she didn't know how long he would go with out feeding her some more. Her breath got heavy as he continued to fondle her. She almost swallowed some soup wrong trying to keep her moan. She sputtered trying to recatch her breath. "I'm sorry."
 
Ryan smiled to let her know it was OK... Soon the soup was gone. He gathered up the table, the chair he was sitting in and the bowl and walked out of the room. He returned and walked behind her chair. He took out a knife and cut the ropes that tied her legs to the chair. Then he cut the ropes around her wrists, pull her arms from behind her back and placed them on her lap. Ryan then stood Rayleen on her feet and took the chair she was sitting in and without saying a word, He walked out of the room and locked the door.
 
He had a nice smile, he would have been more charming if he hadn't kidnapped her, and locked her in his basement. Ray sat still feeling him cut the ropes off her body. She was. Relieved to be able to mover arms and legs, she wasn't sure how long she had been there, but her limbs were a little shaky.

When the man brushed pass her to leave she couldn't help but attempt to run after him with shaky legs. "Please, don't leave me in here," she screamed after him. She banged on the locked door till her arms hurt and she was fresh out of tears.
 
Ryan watched Rayleen from his control room. There were pinhole cameras all over the room. Ryan left her in there alone for the rest of the day. The next morning, Ryan returned to the cell. Rayleen was a sleep on the floor. This time he brought a bowl of oatmeal. He didn't say a word as he sat down on the floor next to Rayleen. He didn't say a word, he just sat there and waited for her to wake up.
 
Rayleen sat around hoping he would come back, but he didn't. She wanted to cry, sshe hated being alone. She sprawled out on the ground stretching out her tired limbs. It was long before she drifted off to sleep.

Feeling eyes on her body, Ray opened her eyes to see the stranger sitting over her. "Good morning" she whispered quitely as she sat up and shook out her hair. Her eyes looked over the bowl he held. "Will you feed me breakfast," her eyes met his. Oatmeal was her favorite breakfast and she couldn't imagine anything better.
 
Ryan nodded when she asked if he would feed her breakfast. He got a spoonful and put the spoon up to her mouth. Once the bowl of oatmeal was gone, he blindfolded her and brought her to her feet. He then escorted her out of the cell and to a bathroom.

He removed the blindfold. The bathroom was very simple. There was a shower, a sink, a toilet and a mirror. On the counter there was a set of clean clothes in Rayleen's size. A simple blue blouse, a black pleated skirt that would reach her knees, a pair of blue satin and lace panties, and a pair of black Mary Jane flats.

Ryan took her toward the shower to indicate that now was the time she would be permitted to clean herself up. She could see in the shower that she was provided with her shampoo, conditioner and soap. He stood there and waited for her to start taking her clothes off.
 
Rayleen gladly ate up every scoop of oatmeal he fed to her, she was actually sad that he didn't have any more. She thanked him with a smile. When she thought about it, it was her first smile she had thrown in his direction since their meeting in the park.

She reluctantly stayed while the band was placed over her eyes. She let him guide her through the hall. She could feel the change from cement to carpet to tile as she was guided through his home. Ray stumbled a few times, but every singletime he was there to
guide her.

She looked back expectantly and he didn't move a muscle. When she realized he wasn't going anywhere Ray slowly slipped off her sleeping clothes. She let her clothes fall to the floor and her hands rushed to cover her bits. Ray hoped into the showere wanting to hide her body from his eyes.
 
Ryan watched Rayleen closely as she undressed, he got a good look at her bottom as she strip. She was a very beautiful woman and all his to enjoy. When she took her clothes off he picked them up and tossed them into a hamper. Later, when she was back in her cell he would dispose of them. She would wear only what he gave her to wear. He stood there and watched her shower without saying a word.
 
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