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Ariel Anderssen
Ariel - Kidnapped Fashion Model

It had looked like a perfectly normal fashion shoot to begin with. The normal haggling with my agent over the fee and travel arrangements; a request for me to avoid getting tan lines and to arrive at the shoot with clean hair. Then a car to the airport and a six hour flight, through which I slept well, with a skill born of long experience and over-tiredness. I, as usual, had no idea who the clients were, but I'd stopped keeping tear-sheets long ago - I just hoped the stylist would be good fun and that they wouldn't want me to wear fur...

On arrival I was met by the photographer himself. He was clearly identifiable from his clothing - photographers always wore black, however hot the climate. And was a tall, muscular looking man and he was carrying his camera bag as though it was his baby. I smiled to myself as we threaded our way through the airport crowd and out to his waiting car. It was unusual to be met by the photographer - they'd normally send an assistant. I hoped this meant he'd be a reasonable human being...

I was expecting to be take to my hotel immediately; my agent had promised me that I'd be staying no further than 3 miles from the terminal. but as soon as we were in the car the photographer told me he'd be taking me straight to the shoot location. Of course, alarm bells should have rung, but this had happened before, and if he wanted to photograph me with jet-lag, before I'd had a rest and a shower, then that was up to him and his makeup artist. I just wished her luck, I'd got large dark circles under my eyes and was very probably in need of some serious beautifying....

He didn't seem inclined to chat, so I relaxed in the back seat, staring out at the sun-baked desert and looking forward to arriving at the beach. Gradually, I drifted off, lulled by the motion of the car.

When I jolted awake, some time later, I knew immediately that something was horribly wrong. We'd pulled into a rough yard in front of an empty looking newly built house, and as I looked around me I realised that not only were we in the middle of nowhere, but we were up in the hills, certainly miles from the sea. There was no way that this desolate place was a photographic location.

But we were not alone. As the car pulled up behind the house and out of sight of the road, a large, dirty looking man dressed in jeans and a combat jacket came hurrying out of a back door and towards us. A startled cry escaped me as he wrenched open the car door and grabbed my arm and I spun away from him, looking to the photographer for help. But as I watched in disbelief, the photographer calmly removed a pistol from inside his unzipped camera bag....

I screamed then, as loud as I could. It turned into a gasp of pain as the new man twisted my arm high behind my back, yanked me out out of the car and used his other hand to cover my nose and mouth. He pressed down hard and I saw the scene spinning before me.....

Whether it was the lack of oxygen or the pain which made me pass out, I don't know. But when I came to, I was lying on the floor of an upstairs bathroom. It took me a few seconds to realise I was naked, and as I moved to cover myself I noticed with dread that my wrists, ankles and neck had been enclosed in manacles with chains attached. My vision cleared and I gasped in shock. The photographer was standing a few paces away, looking coldly down at me. The pistol was in his right hand, and in a hideously surreal moment, I saw that a camera was hanging around his neck. Confused as I was, the look in his eyes was enough to decide me on silence, for now.

Clearly satisfied with my apparent fear and compliance, he holstered the gun and addressed me.

'Of course, you'll realise that you've been kidnapped', he told me - as though I should have figured it out long ago. 'Sorry it had to be you, but you seemed a good, high-profile bet, and I thought I might as well choose someone I liked the look of - you'll probably be here for some time. The first thing to do, of course, is to get some proof-of-life. So you see, you'll have your chance to model after all.'

He gestured to his camera, and suddenly, insanely, I was furious. I was a successful fashion model; I'd turned down every lucrative offer to pose nude, and here I was, grovelling on the floor with no clothes on! I'd always taken pride in my work, making sure that no one talked more about my lifestyle than my campaigns; and here was this bastard, talking about taking nude pictures of me to circulate round the world for his own gain!

I lunged for the door, almost choking myself as the collar around my neck brought me up short. The chain was attached to the radiator, in my shock I hadn't noticed. He grabbed the collar, dragged me to my feet and pushed me into the shower cubical. He slammed the door as I struggled to stand.

'There'; he snarled at me, all pretence at manners gone. 'You can pose for me now - and make it sexy. If you can't manage it then I'll invite my friend back in, I'm sure he'll happily assist....'

And whether it was from fear of him and his 'friend' or from pure pride in myself as a model, I did what he said. I was naked, chained and freezing cold. My makeup was running down my face and my hair was quickly becoming soaked. But as the flash started exploding in my eyes, I took comfort in the only thing I knew I could do well - I started posing for his camera, and I modelled as though my life depended on it which I suspected that perhaps it did.....

Fashion Model Ariel is forced to model naked in the ocy cold shower for a perverted photographer...

Hywel's Note: as usual when shooting Ariel's own fantasies, this set has come out a lot darker and more intense than the average Restrained Elegance set. We were getting towards the end of a shoot day and I'd just heard from the model I was due to shoot the next day that she couldn't make it. We'd shot sets in most of the rest of the place (I'd hired a hotel suite to shoot in) but we'd not done anything in the bathroom, because it was a bit on the small side and we wouldn't have been able to get any lights in safely.

But Ariel had this strong idea of how she wanted to be thrown in chains into the shower, and there was just enough daylight left outside that I could turn up the ISO setting, put a diffuser on my flashgun and get in close enough to shoot some really dramatic stuff. When we looked at the photos afterwards Ariel said she thought they looked like the work of a completely different photographer. I love them: it is great to have a break from you usual shooting style once in a while!


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