From Business Woman to Mountain Man's "Wife" (Ryanmo97 and KristaCarpe)

[Ryanmo97]

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 a cabin in the woods with all the amenities, full electricity, Satellite TV and Internet. He also raised chickens and planted a garden for food. He only went to town once a week to get other food. He enjoyed his life but he missed having female companionship. So, he decided that since he would never find a woman who was willing to give up her life to become his wife, he would stalk and kidnap a woman and make her his mate.

He packed his stuff and headed to a city, a good distance from his cabin. He walked around the office buildings to look for the woman he wanted for his mate. He always had a thing for women in business suits. To him, they looked very sexy and smart, plus it would be fun to take a woman who's use to being in charge of her own life and force her to become a mountain man's wife and the mother of his children. He didn't stand out, he looked like a regular tourist taking pictures of the big city. After a couple of days of not finding the woman he was looking for, he found her...

 

[KristaCarpe]

Krista Jameson
Age: 25
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 108 lbs
Hair: Ginger
Eyes: Green
Body Type: Slim

Krista was a woman who was focused on one thing beyond anything else: Her career. Fresh out of college, she joined the financial firm at an entry level position and was already well on her way to middle management. She made a very good living, lived in a very comfortable apartment, and worked 16 out of 24 hours a day. She lived for her work and everything else was a distraction.

She did keep herself fit, utilizing her company's exercise room, and always tried to be careful to dress in the best tailored and most severe business suits. The lines emphasized her slight figure and modest breasts without turning her into a sexual object, and her red hair was normally kept in a tight bun or severe ponytail. Functional but not distracting. That was her motto in all things. The only indulgence she gave herself were her high heels. Normally four or five inches in height, they helped her compensate for her small frame, letting her be closer to equal footing with the men she was constantly competing against.

Her routine was the same six days a week. Wake up at 5:00 in the morning. Shower, brush, grab a bite to eat, dress and catch a taxi to work. Arrive by 6:30 a.m. Work through the day, taking a 15 minute break for lunch, and then finally stop working around 8:00 p.m. Catch a taxi home, make a quick meal, finish up any paperwork she brought home, and then go to bed to do it all again. The only exception was Sunday, which she used to socialize with co-workers or take in a show, and even then it was for the purpose of social and economic advancement.

She wasn't a particularly friendly person. It wasn't intentional. She simply expected people to give her what she wanted. She made demands and expected them to be met. She made requests and it was understood that they were also commands. She was in charge, and everyone else existed to help her climb the corporate ladder to the very top. Plain and simple.

And so it was that she was standing outside her office building, wearing a red and black business suit. Her hair was down, falling around her shoulders for a change, and she cursed as she waited for a taxi to take notice of her and finally stop. It had been a longer than normal day and she was eager to get home, put her feet up, and finish up the report that was due in the morning. None of that would happen if a stupid taxi wouldn't pay stupid attention to her and get her to her stupid apartment.

 

[Ryanmo97]

Ryan saw her waiting to get a cab. She looked absolutely beautiful, she was perfect. He remembered working with her on a business deal, the year before. Even though he was semi-retired, he still liked to stay involved with his investments. She was tough and strong willed. It would be fun to take her and make her his mate. He made a call to his business manager and got her name, Krista Jameson, and the company where she worked. Using those two pieces of information he was able to find out the address of her apartment. Using her address of her apartment and her work, he started to stalk her and learn her patterns. It didn't take long all she did was go to work and go home. On Sundays, she would socialize and that was it. One day while she was at work he was able to get into her apartment, under the disguise of being a repairman so he could get clothing sizes for her and other things he would need to know.

It was about a month after he first saw her when he hit upon the key he would need. She worked very late on Friday nights. Staying to almost midnight, because of the lateness she would take an Uber. He signed up for the service under a false name and made preparations for his car. There was a bottle of water in the back that he had drugged. The drug would knock her out for about 8 hours enough time for him to get her to her new home. When he saw her name come up, he quickly grabbed it. He arrived right at the time that she asked and he rolled down the window, "Krista? I'm your Uber." He gave her a friendly smile.

 

[KristaCarpe]

Fridays were always the hardest days of the week. The markets closed and the money had to be sorted. Plans for the next week. Speculation on future stocks. It just seemed to be never-ending. She had become used to it, though, and even expected it each week. She'd still be up at 5 am the next morning and at work before seven. She let very few things phase her.

Picking up her black leather purse, she slipped it over her shoulder and adjusted her blue and yellow business suit. Checking her ponytail was in place, she smiled and shut off the light to her office while she keyed up her phone and ordered an Uber. It was just a much better bet than a taxi at this time of night.

The ride down the elevator and trip to the street was entirely uneventful. She waved to the guard as she approached and stepped out into the cool night air. Just a normal Friday night. Checking her phone, she saw that it was just past midnight. Right on time. A 20 minute drive should get her home just in time to collapse into bed, if traffic cooperated. She was absolutely ready to be home.

As she stepped up to the curb, she saw a car pull up, the passenger window down. He introduced himself as her Uber and she nodded. No point in showing more than the basic courtesy to the help, after all. Opening the door, she slid into the back seat and allowed herself the rare pleasure of slipping off her heels and relaxing her feet for a little bit. "You had good timing," she observed, matter of factly. "I'll make sure your tip reflects that." She then gave him her address and asked him to take the shortest route possible.

Once he started driving, she asked him, "Is this water for guests? I am utterly parched."

 

[Ryanmo97]

Ryan smiled when Krista got in. She was very pleasant. He knew that when she woke up the next morning it would be a whole other story. When she asked about the water he said, "Of course... Help yourself..." he watched as she opened the water and drank it down. It didn't take long and she was sound asleep. Ryan then started to head out of the city and to their new home. He made a stop at a rest area. He took her phone and smashed it on the pavement. Then he put the pieces into several different trash cans.

It took a couple of hours to get back to his place. Once there he took the still sleeping Krista out of the car and into the cabin. He took her to the master bedroom. It was simply decorated. There was wood paneling on the walls. A couple of wood dressers and nightstands. There were several locked doors and there was also a big bay window, that over looked the forest at the side of the house. There was also a beautiful view of Lake Tahoe in the distance. Ryan then placed her on the four post king sized bed. He put her hair down and placed a black shock device around her left ankle. It was thin and looked like an anklet. The device was designed to keep her from escaping. For now she wouldn't be able to leave the bedroom. But over time she would be able to go further into the house and maybe one day outside. He also slipped a Diamond Bridal Set on her ring finger.

Once she was all set, he left her there fully clothed, with her shoes on, on top of the covers, and he went into the guest room down the hall. It was late and he was tired from the "wedding", so he took his clothes off and went to sleep.