Capturing My Sister

Note : This story is completely fictional!

(Note: this story is about a character based on the writer called "Jessy 19". She wanted a kidnapping story about herself, and I agreed to write one for her.)

My sister Jessica is 23, about 4 years my junior, and she is a babe, with a lovely combination of blue eyes and brown hair. She has a petite figure, with a delicious ass and long, graceful legs. I should know all of this, because I am now her lover, and she is mine.

Jessica, or "Jessy", as my family tends to call her, is very much a romantic, sentimental type of woman, with a desire to give her love to someone who will protect her, and hopefully never leave her. She had always assumed that meant monogamy, but events turned in a different direction, thanks to the fact that I am a private detective and I have a woman as my partner, named Heather.

Jessy was just entering grad school, when she began to associate with Clyde, a dubious fellow with a sick and twisted agenda. She did not know this, of course, until it was already too late. Clyde was, until his recent violent death, in fact, the self-appointed leader of the Saints of the New Millenium cult, a demented neo-Nazi, Christian Identity group. His headquarters was in Saskatchewan, where he figured to be relatively safe from public attention. 

This semester, however, he took some courses to help him recruit potential members for his sect. He was about 29, with golden hair and blue eyes, making him a real attention-getter. He gradually got Jessy's interest in his ideas. Over time, he assumed more control over her life, to the extent that I, who had just finished post-graduate studies at the same college, was really becoming worried at his role in her life. She always shrugged it off, dismissing my concerns. Now, of course, she wishes that she had listened to my instincts.

The turning point came with his decision to terminate his studies and invite all of his followers at the school to join him at the camp controlled by his cult. They were soon brainwashed completely, and they found themselves living in harsh conditions, while Clyde enjoyed much luxury. What's more, he had decided to take Jessy as his "wife", according to the rules of his religion, which stipulated that all single men, like himself, were to "marry" a new recruit and turn her into even more of a Clyde clone.

I began to hear reports about this place, and I decided that the time to act had come. Forget clients for a while, I would take a "vacation", and find my sister. I was very pleased when Heather volunteered to help me, especially since she still did not know Jessy that well.

Finding the location in northern Saskatchewan was rather difficult, but Heather and I eventually got there. It had taken us some 3 months to locate it, however, and I was really worried about poor Jessy by now.

Then, as I snooped at the camp through my telescope, I saw her. There was Jessy, my dear sister, following Clyde along the main dirt road of the compound. She had the most numbed-out look on her face, as if under a hypnotic spell or trance.

"Heather, I see her!", I excitedly whispered to my partner.

"Really, let me."

She peered through the telescope, then looked back at me and nodded her head.

"Yes, I think you're right, boss."

"Alright, we're gonna to have grab both of them, understand?"

"Why both?"

"Because, Heather, they're in too close a proximity to each other to seize one without the other. Understand me? This might very well be the only chance we have to take her. Get me?"

"Got ya, boss."

We followed their movements for a little bit, and then waited near a bush, before getting out our ropes and plastic bags. I had a gut feeling before the abduction that we might need to take a hostage, and apparently I was right. Being a private dick can often blur the lines of ethics, so that such things as what I was doing become quite acceptable after a while. I considered that to be an occupational hazard.

Heather and I waited for a few more minutes, and then we pounced, grabbing the pair, roping them, and putting the bags over their heads before they had a chance to warn anyone.

They muffled some kind of outraged remarks, before we applied pressure to their necks, making them unconscious, and then removing the bags so as not to suffocate them.

We took them to a cabin that we had rented under the pretext of being a married couple, and then we tied them to the bedposts for a while, until we finished our own sleep. I awoke the next morning to an ear-piercing scream. It was Jessy.

"Let me go! Let us go, now!"

"No, Jessy, we can't! You've been brainwashed, and I'm going to deprogram you."

"Dan? You're gonna pay for this! How could you, Dan? Kidnap me, your own kid sister?"

"Hey, Jessy, I love you, but this is for your own good. You need to be deprogrammed. You're in a cult."

"I am Brother Clyde's wife. Let us go!"

"I checked it up, and you're not legally married to him. It's a ruse to make you have his kid, so you'll be trapped with him for life."

"What does he gain from that?"

"You. You're a lovely young lady, and many guys would give their right arms to be with you, I'm sure."

"Brother Clyde cares nothing for sex. He just loves us, and wants to procreate, as God commanded Adam and Eve."

"Yeah, and Bugsy Siegel cared nothing for money, but he just ran casinoes to entertain people. Look, sis, all men care about sex, and so do most women, so I don't buy it, and frankly, I'd be even more disturbed by him if he had no interest in sex. It's not healthy to be non-sexual."

"Brother Clyde is a true prophet of God, to lead us to the holy path."

"So said Jim Jones, and David Koresh. Their followers ended up dead, remember."

"Hey, stop deceiving my wife!", Clyde suddenly shouted. He was obviously awake now, and quite, though not literally, of course, hopping mad.

"She's not your wife, man. She's your victim, your dupe! You've conned her into joining you at that compound, and brainwashed her into becoming your pawn. You care nothing for her. She's just the womb for your kid, isn't that all you feel for her?"

"And you, who no doubt engage in fornication, will presume to judge me for using a woman?"

"It's a 2-way street for me. We use each other, and I make no pretenses of love if I don't feel it. It's natural to use sex as a release, but you have to be honest, not playing mind games with your partner."

"It's still a sin in the eyes of the Lord!"

"Oh, as opposed to murder, deceit, fraud, and theft? You take all of their possessions, and live in luxury, while they work their asses off for your lazy hide!"

"He speaks lies! I do the Lord's work, His labor, and my task requires my dedication."

"Which 'Lord' is that? The Christians think that the Jews are wrong, and the Jews that the Muslims are wrong. Who is right? We don't really know, do we?"

"I am the prophet of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. He commands me to this task, to defeat the heathen for the Aryan Israelites."

"Odd, and I thought that Jesus was a Jew? Anyway, I'm not here to debate theology, Clyde. I'm here to get my sister back from your evil clutches."

"She's my wife! She belongs to me!"

"The laws of the province of Saskatchewan would disagree with you there, Clyde, and they would win."

"Those are men's laws, not God's."

"God's laws are debatable, but what is not debatable is that you will be tried for drugging and defrauding these people, including my sister."