I had been vacationing in Houston, Texas, one of our state’s largest cities for the last six months. Actually, I had been vacationing and trying to get my head on straight after a tough personal loss.

My name is Shawn McGregor. My girl friend of two years, Stephanie, had left me for her boss. He’d finally filed divorce papers on his wife and had made Steph a lucrative offer of marriage and money I wasn’t willing to match.

If she were willing to leave me for material things I had to bid her a fond bon voyage and go on my way. My mind knew that and accepted it, but my broken heart would take much longer to convince.

The bar in my hotel was one of my usual hangouts, so much so the bartender knew my regular drink and how long it took for me to finish one. I was making round wet marks on the table cloth with the last inch of my eighth or tenth double scotch on the rocks of the evening.

Katalin walked in and my heart must have stopped beating. Either I was totally blitzed and seeing things or my favorite erotic model of all time had walked into the bar and sat down! My waitress came over with another double scotch on the rocks.

“That filthy bitch, she thinks she’s better than Americans because she’s a Hungarian model!” She’d just confirmed my own instant identification of the beautiful woman.

I recovered and told the waitress, “Everyone has to be somewhere. Me? I’m a drunk. Tell the bartender her drinks are on my tab.” She walked off muttering to herself.

I had never imagined I’d live to see the woman in real life, much less buy her a drink, but I had dreamed about her often. I’d even researched her on the forums and found Katalin had flatly refused to do hard porn and sex acts for pay.

Considering the lengths some of the other models in her business went to this only served to make her seem more exclusive and attractive to most of her loyal fans, including me.

It had been reported on her own fan forums three popular magazines had made huge offers for exclusive photos of her. The girl was more than gorgeous and seemed to deserve the attention.

While every other man in the bar was trying to strip Katalin with his eyes, I was enjoying the view of her attractively dressed. Every inch of her nude body was as familiar to me as the backs of my own hands.

I had personally collected and studied every high resolution photograph available of her online magnified as many times as my equipment would allow. If there were perfection in a sky-blue eyed, 36B-24-37, auburn haired woman, with a 5 feet, 7 inch tall long-legged body, she was it!

The online site “Freeones” would show there were literally hundreds of models from Hungary and the surrounding region of Europe. None of them seemed to match Katalin! Was that a tribute to her or my feeings about her? I wasn’t certain at that point.

I knew she was probably in town for a photoshoot, and I had no illusions about my innate charm and sensational pick up lines making her jump into my bed. If I wanted her, I’d have to do something aggressive, like taking her.

Did I want her enough to risk years in prison? Not enough for a brutal one time rape, I certainly didn’t! I cared much more than that about the girl, though I knew that was bizarre reasoning from a man willing to consider kidnapping her.

That decision made, I began considering how I could have the girl of my dreams on a longer term basis, perhaps even long enough to form a friendly relationship eventually.

I hoped this wasn’t the twenty shots of scotch I had imbibed doing my thinking for me. I’m reasonably attractive and have sufficient funds I usually don’t have to kidnap a pretty girl to get a date.

Of a sudden I knew I was thinking insanely, as far as the laws and morals of modern civilization were concerned. I was really going to kidnap that girl! There was no real risk in it for me, my life was totally worthless to me and everyone else as it was.

Asking the waitress for my tab, I laid the payment and tip on the table. I went to my room and retrieved something I thought vital to the mission I’d set myself on, then headed back down.

As the elevator I was about to use to go down opened I saw Katalin walk out of it and down the hall.

Getting behind her as quietly as possible, I had to stifle a laugh as the Pink Panther theme song ran through my mind. When she stopped at her door I made a mental note of the number, drew the stun gun from my pocket, and used it on her spine.

She went lifeless, and I gathered up her purse, put her over my shoulder, then carried her to my room. I was prepared to use the explanation my wife had been overserved, but no one observed us.

I was committed to this crime now. I had her, now what was I going to do with her? I could only hope there would be some enjoyment in it to compensate for my inevitable guilt and the probable many years in prison.

Some of my neckties were convenient to bind her, blindfold, and gag her, then I rummaged into her purse for the key card for her room. I went across the street and placed a call to her room and no one answered.

There was a store nearby where I’d browsed and seen large trunks for travelers during my recent months of boredom, and I bought two.

I called her room from across the street again, and when no one answered I used gloves and a back entrance of the hotel and went up and put all her belongings into the large bags. I figured that would confuse any immediate pursuit.

Again using a rear exit of the hotel, I took the two bags downstairs and left one in my car, and emptied the other’s contents there to use it to transport her down.

She was pretending to be unconscious when I got back to my room and closely examined her. She’d twisted around in her efforts to get free.

I kissed her cheek, just because I could, and she gasped. I pinched one of her pretty nipples as punishment for her playing possum, then stunned her again to make certain of her silence while I carried her to my car.

Her limp body fit easily into the large bag. Using the hotels rear door again, I carried her down. I was tense and ready for another drink then, and went back to the bar.

Nothing seemed unusual as the bartender and waitress served me. I nursed the drink for about half an hour, then decided I’d better get my new pet home and in for the night.

I used the rear exit of the hotel again, and carefully drove to one of my properties at the posted speed limit. I backed into my barn, then unloaded my prize.

I had to lift the hatch to my root cellar I’d converted into a tidy hideaway apartment I liked for its total privacy and silence. Lowering a twelve foot aluminum ladder gave me access to carry her down.

She tried to scream as I opened the bag and dumped her gently onto the bed, her blindfold and gag were still in place. She hadn’t soiled herself yet, so I decided the bathroom should be our next port of call.

As I began stripping her she tried to fight me, and I rolled her over and pulled her over my lap. I enjoyed spanking her lovely ass briskly with my hands.

She was so beautiful it was tempting to take her then, but that wasn’t in the plan.

When she stopped fighting me I went back to stripping her. She struggled again, and I spanked her pretty ass twenty more times, then she allowed me to finish stripping her. I left only the blindfold on her, then led her to the toilet and sat her down on it.

I looked in the cabinet under the lavatory and found a clean five gallon bucket and a roll of toilet paper. I went up into the barn and brought a tow chain and two stout locks back down with me.

They were but two of dozens of locks I had bought for the property, all keyed alike. She was fidgeting with the blind fold and I slapped her hands away, then spanked her several more times.

One end of the chain went around her slim waist and locked, then I locked the other to an eyebolt anchored in the cinderblock wall and the concrete behind it.

I sighed, the picture she made in person was more erotic than one of my favorite actresses, Christina Ricci in “Black Snake Moan”. I knew this was no longer the fan craze thing. I was totally in love with this dazzlingly beautiful woman!

She couldn’t reach the restroom, that would be part of her reward and punishment system as a full time resident, right now she was only a captive. I dismantled the bed frame and shoved it and the mattress back up into the barn.

There were clean twelve ounce styrofoam cups in the restroom, and I filled one with water and nudged it into her hands. She sniffed it, sipped it, then drank thirstily. She spoke in an accented feminine voice, “Thank you, I was very thirsty!”

I took the cup from her and handed her the roll of toilet paper and the five gallon bucket. I pulled the ladder out of her new home, then replaced the trapdoor and stacked twenty bales of hay over it.

My switching the breaker off to that part of the barn for safety left her in complete darkness. I was back to the hotel in time to get several hours of sound sleep, though I was anxious to be at home playing with my new toy.

When I woke I took care of my business in the bathroom, dressed, and went down for the continental breakfast. I spread cream cheese and pineapple marmalade on a couple of bagels, poured a coffee, then headed for the bar.

“I’d like a shot of Irish Cream for this coffee, please, mix a Bloody Mary, too.” I enjoyed my light breakfast as I wondered how long my pet would hold out before trying to please me enough to feed her. What do you feed a Hungarian Goddess anyway?

I knew of no one to ask, and none of the Gabor sisters were among my list of friends. The only Hungarian dishes I was aware of were goulash and chicken or veal paprika. I decided she should be able to exist on any reasonably edible and tasty foods, but this could be interesting!

One of the hotel employees came in and asked the bartender on duty if he had seen Katalin, he said someone had made inquiries about her.