To whom it may concern
It's been a little longer than normal since I contacted you. I saw your words of concern and fear for those I have taken for myself. Those I have decided required my special kind of training. I decided needed to be punished if they failed me. Those who I enjoy binding, gagging, and sexually tormenting. And yet you should not fear. Not for your precious Jackie or any of the others. For they're safe here with me. They're looked after despite my lust for power and domination. But know this they are at the end of the day mine to do with as I please.
Yet even as I tell you that I'm sure you're wondering just why the silence. Why there's been such a lack of contact. Where have I been. And what have I been doing. Well worry not. For despite my recent travels I have still been stalking your streets. Prowling your parks. Mooching in your malls. And observing in your offices. In fact I have struck again. I have taken another sexy woman from you all. After all there's never a shortage of sexy victims that can be mine. Can join my little harem. As you will find out when you read on. But first let me share some news and images of those you know about.
For you see it struck me only yesterday as I looked back over the abduction of little Miss Blair how badly she accepted her capture. How she glared at me. I bet if looks could kill not only would she be safe right now so would the others. She really hadn't liked the way I stuffed her mouth with those white nylon panties from her washing basket. Or used the strips of wide, thick, strong black duct tape to seal them in. And oh did she test that gag. She screamed and cursed me for all it was worth. But it stayed strong and effective.
It was the same with the ropes that bound her so tightly. That pinned her to the collapsible metal framed chair. The way the gorgeous brunette twisted and turned. Pulled and pushed was amazing to see. Yet sadly that's not something you will ever see. Not in this publication away. But at least when you look below you will see how the rope circles her wonderful soft breasts. How it clearly pins her wrists and arms behind her back. Just like it pins her luscious legs.
Didn't Blair look just perfect that night. Glaring at me, trapped by my ropes and silenced by that gag. And I'm sure you'll all agree that outfit makes her look irresistible. But then again all my ladies look that way. Don't they. For it matters not what I allow them to wear. What I allow them to do. I am in control of all they do. But concern yourself not. They get some time each day to exercise. To stretch their limbs. Yet I guess you'll need proof. Just like you need to know they're all still with me and well.
And you know I won't deny you that pleasure. That's if any of you see it as a pleasure. For Id guess many of you look at this and read what I say with repulsion. Yet you can turn away. But why would you when you can look at my victims. Victims like the lovely Layla. Doesn't she look so good in those tiny denim shorts, and that pink bikini top. Especially as she stands in my gym.
Oh I know what you're all thinking as you look at her picture. How in the world is she meant to exercise like that? How can she move around when blindfolded as she is? How can she breathe properly even when only lightly cleave gagged? And how can she move around freely when her wonderful body is bound in such a way?
Of course they're all valid questions. But what you need to remember is all my captives are used to being restrained. Are used to being gagged. And to Layla, just like the others this signifies freedom. She can hop around till her heart races. Till her lovely body glistens in sweat. Till that crotch rope has worked its magic and made her climax. She may not be happy, she may not be content. Yet exercise she does. For all my captives need to stay fit. Need to keep there figure. Need to work up an appetite. Speaking of which you might as well get a glimpse of dinner time for my ladies. Or at least for your precious Jackie. And tell the truth.
Doesn't she look fabulous in that cocktail dress. The way the pink satin flows over her perfect, petite body. The way it cups her impressive soft breasts. Especially as the now predictable rope harness highlights them. Don't tell me you don't find her attractive all helpless like that. I know you do.
Just like I know you love the way the dresses slit shows of those tightly bound, wonderful nylon stocking covered legs. If only you could see the bullet vibrator pushed deep inside her. If only you could see her bare exposed pussy and the biting crotch rope. Maybe then you could understand why she's biting down on that red ball gag. Oh if only Id thought about using the matching pink gag now I look back. But oh well maybe next time. As there will of course be a next time.
Just as there will be another bed time for them all. Yet not all of them will get to sleep like the terrific Tracy. For not all of them have broken my rules as she did. Not all of them climaxed before they were told. And so in truthfulness I doubt my horny little slave will be sleeping much tonight. But that won't be due to the tight biting ropes. Or her own cum soaked panties that are held in by the white ribbon. Hell it's not even because of the sexy lingerie you can see her wear.
Oh no it's none of those things. In fact it's nothing that you can see in my little picture. It is instead what you can't see that will keep Miss Naughty awake and uncomfortable. For the reason she looks so worried. So perturbed, and so nervous. Well that would be the large black rubber plug inserted in her arse. An arse that is already red from a good paddling. An arse that is burning from the itching powder that has been rubbed deeply into her soft skin.
The same itching powder that covers her heaving impressive breasts. The same itching powder that covers her pussy. The pussy she allowed to leak her cum without permission. The same pussy that is now plugged by a thick black dildo. So you see the picture below shows so much. And yet so little. Maybe you should think of that as you walk around. Maybe you should read these words as you sit around. Maybe you should be paying better attention to your safety. After all who knows when I will strike and where.
Words that ever so cute and curvy Chantra should have heeded when she decided to party dressed in her old school uniform. Oh yes it might have been an old skool disco. It might have been music from her school days. It might have been about fun. But trust me she wasn't having any fun when I took the picture below. She wasn't enjoying how my ropes held her sexy body. Wasn't enjoying where I pushed her cotton panties. Wasn't enjoying the ribbon that held them in place. And most of all she certainly wasn't happy when I told her who I was and where she was going.

But enough of this for now. Enough words and pictured have been shared for one day. Enough knowledge has been shared by me. And yet despite all this your police still know nothing. Your police are no closer to knowing who I am. Even as I stalk your streets and prowl your parks. Even as I walk past them as I mooch around your malls. Nod in friendship as I observe you in your offices. Only I know who will be next. Only I know what shall happen.
So for now I remain the "Abductor"
Rest well till the next time.......