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with the same urges and desires as any other. One who now had an extremely attractive young woman bound and gagged on his sitting-room floor and a signed piece of paper in his pocket giving him a free hand to do much as he pleased with and to her, without fearing the consequences that would usually follow.
    Science, he decided with a grin, was such a rewarding career.
    Especially when a pretty, argumentative and somewhat naïve young woman like Paula was prepared to go to such lengths in the pursuit of knowledge.
    He had no doubt that by the time summer break was over, she would have no trouble at all in getting an “A” grade on what would by then have become her specialist subject…the “Stockholm Syndrome” and its effects on a kidnapped hostage.
    With a beaming smile lighting his face, he went to his garage and made a final check on his vehicle to ensure that all was ready for Paula’s transportation into captivity.
    The strong leather straps hadn’t given a fraction and Paula lay exactly as before, her rubber-clad body arched in a hogtie, belly-down on the carpet.
    Only the bead of sweat at the tip of her nose betrayed the effort she had put in to try to escape her bonds…and the expression of miserable resignation in her eyes was confirmation of her complete lack of success.
    Professor Goss would have been extremely surprised and disappointed if she had managed to get free, because he had done a great deal of research to find the most secure and reliable bondage equipment he could and then insisted on several demonstrations and practice-runs before he had handed over his money.
    That attention to detail had paid dividends and as he gazed down at her, he was satisfied that she was not going to be able to wriggle out of the restraints he had placed on her, no matter how hard she tried.
    He bent down to gaze into her blue eyes, “Time to go, Paula,” he said and ignoring the muffled whimpers that greeted his words, slid his hands under her and lifted her with an ease that surprised her.
    Cradled in a pair of arms that were much stronger and more muscular than she would have guessed, she was carried from the room and into the garage where his large and powerful, four-wheel drive truck stood waiting with the doors open.
    With a grunt of effort, he lifted her into the cab and laid her across the passenger seat on her left side, then closed her door and got into the driver’s seat, “It’ll be a couple of hours,” he told her, “so just relax and leave the driving to me. Not that you’ve got all that much choice.”
    The garage door rolled up to admit a flood of golden afternoon sunshine and as the truck moved forward, Paula shuddered in humiliation at the realization that anyone glancing into the cab could not fail to see her.
    Even in her rubber suit and tied up with a gag stretching her lips, she was still perfectly recognizable and as she imagined one of her student colleagues or a member of the teaching staff flagging-down Professor Goss for a chat and accidentally discovering her in bondage, her face burned with shame and despair at the unwanted and unlooked-for heat that swirled through her belly and stiffened her nipples at the appalling prospect of being found in such an embarrassing and decidedly compromising position.
    Thankfully, it didn’t happen and even though her situation was basically unchanged, it was still a considerable relief to her when the campus was left behind and they were on the open road.
    But only for the first hour or so...
    Professor Goss turned left off the main highway, onto a much narrower, rather bumpy country road and after a short distance, pulled the truck off onto the verge and braked to a halt in the dappled shadow of a clump of trees.
    He turned off the engine and swiveled in his seat to smile down at her, “Only another fifteen miles to go, Paula,” he told her casually, “so, from here on in, you travel outside.”
    Paula had no idea what he was talking about and