Unknown - Captured by Ann

I took my checkbook out and asked if an initial payment of $30,000 on account would suffice and I was assured that it was. I was told to make the check payable to the Davenport Society.

"We will send a limousine to pick up the candidate at 9:00 a.m. on Saturday morning then. She is to bring nothing with her, no jewelry, no toiletries, no books or personal effects, nothing. Have her come to the limousi ne with no clothes on except she may wear an outer garment, a coat."

"Fine. I'll see to that." I answered. "What about me. How will I get there?"

"Our driver will provide you with the details when he picks up the candidate. Of course, you are welcome to bring anything you want with you when you come to Davenport, although I can assure you that we are well equipp ed to attend to all your needs while you are with us and I am sure that you will find your visit to be interesting and rewarding."

"Will I be seeing you when I am at Davenport?"

"Yes, I will be there, and if you have any questions or any issues, we will be happy to resolve them for you."

At that the Administrator stood and walked me to the hall where Ann and Chloe were standing and waiting. I motioned for Ann to join me and we walked out together. I asked Ann what Chloe had to say and Ann replied that they did not speak. Evidently, the whole time we were in Davenport's New York offices, Ann had not said a word. I explained to Ann what the timetable would be for the next days.

Ann and I spent the next day making arrangements for us to be away for the better part of the next two months. Ann's plans for a New Year's Eve party were cancelled. We speculated together about just what Ann's trip to

Davenport had in store, but we really did not know. Over dinner I told Ann that if she had the slightest misgivings about Davenport, we could forego or postpone the whole thing. Ann acknowledged that she was a little u ncertain about what to expect and that she was nervous, but all the same, she insisted, she was determined to make the trip.

Saturday morning was overcast and chilly. I had packed a bag with some necessities for myself, but following instructions, Ann planned to take nothing with her. At 9:00 a.m. the doorman called up to announce that the l imousine had arrived. While I gathered up the items I wished to bring, Ann stepped out of the jeans and shirt she had been wearing, removed her bra and panties and put on a warm down coat-her only apparel. We rode down the elevator in silence together. A long black stretch limousine with heavily tinted glass was waiting for us. The uniformed driver gestured at Ann and asked me if that was the candidate. I nodded yes. Opening the re ar door, he gestured for Ann to step inside. Then, after Ann had entered the cavernous rear of the limousine, the driver leaned inside and after exchanging a few words with Ann, the driver reached in and handed Ann somet hing whose nature I could not discern but which was fashioned from a brown fabric, and the extended his arm and accepted Ann's coat. After closing the door, the driver folded the coat and placed it in the trunk. The dr iver then approached me.

"You can ride with me, up front if you like."

"I'd just as soon ride in the back with Ann."

"I'm afraid that's not allowed" was the polite reply.

I handed the driver my bag which was also placed in the trunk and then I sat next to the driver in the front of the limousine. When I entered the car I looked to exchange a few words with Ann. That too was not possible . The rear compartment of the limousine was enclosed in a tinted glass which was not penetrable from the outside. From within the limousine, I could look into the back which had obviously been built to custom order. Th ere was no seat in the back. Rather, there was Ann seated on a carpeted floor area. With her coat now in the trunk, she was totally naked except that her head was in a loosely fitting sack made from, what appeared to me , burlap and I could tell that she was trying to find a comfortable position. There was a glass partition between the front and the rear of the car which was soundproof and which, the driver told me, did not permit the p assenger in the rear from seeing into the front of the limousine.

As we navigated the city streets, the car bounced and bumped in accord with the rough pavement. From time to time, I watched Ann seated on the hard floor of the rear of the limousine and saw each of the bumps and jarrin g shocks of the streets translated into shakes and bobbles in Ann's flesh.

The driver and I did not converse much during the trip north. At several points the driver asked if I wanted to stop to get a bite or make use of a bathroom. When we were just north of Albany, I took him up on the inv itation and, after relieving myself, bought a soft drink. When I indicated that I thought we might give Ann the same opportunity, the driver politely told me that that would be inconsistent with his instructions. I do n ot know what would have happened if I insisted.

We departed the highway near Warrensburg, New York and spent about an additional hour tracing our way through smaller rural roads. Finally, our driver turned off a public road and onto a private road which was marked on ly by a "Private Property – No Trespassing" sign. After travelling about three quarters of a mile, on this private road, we reached a fenced enclosure interrupted by a gate with an attendant at the gatehouse. After pee ring inside and recognizing the driver, we proceeded about another half mile or so where in a cleared area, now snow-covered, I saw a magnificent stone mansion with two smaller buildings nearby.

The driver pulled up in front of the main building and with the words, "Welcome to Davenport" confirmed what I already knew. The driver took my bag from the trunk and ushered me inside. Anticipating my next question, h e told me that he would be bringing the candidate to her destination shortly.

Upon entering the building, I found myself in a central hall. The marble floor had a black and white checkered pattern. There were stairways both to the right and the left, and I saw that there was a great, vaulted ope n space in the middle of the building with rooms opening off interior balconies on each of the three floors. Within less than a minute, I saw the Administrator stride toward me from one of the first floor rooms as our d river excused himself to complete his tasks.

The Administrator was wearing what looked like a cross between a cape and a robe. It was buttoned at the neck and fastened to below the knee. It seemed to be made of a dark midnight-blue fabric.

"Robert" the Administrator said, "I am sure that you could use a little refreshment after your trip. I have taken the liberty of having something sent up to your room. May I show you where you will be staying and while you have a chance to refresh yourself, I will explain to you how things are arranged here?"

"That would be fine" I said.

"You can leave your bag there, it will be brought up right away."

I followed the Administrator into a small elevator, barely large enough for the two of us and rode with him to the third floor. The Administrator pointed me to a doorway which opened up to a small foyer with two rooms o n either side. These, I was told, were to be my accomodations while at Davenport. There was a bedroom and a sitting room with a bath off the bedroom. The furnishings were sumptuous.

On a small table in the sitting room was a plate of assorted sandwiches, a bowl of fruit, an assortment of soft drinks, as well as a pot of coffee and tea. The Administrator motioned for me to help myself. As I picked at the food (which was well prepared) the Administrator provided me with an introduction to Davenport.

"Robert, and I am calling you Robert because we go by first names here so as to respect our privacy concerns, my name is Charles, but everyone has gotten in the habit of calling me the Administrator. I know you will fin d your stay here very interesting.