Darkest Fantasies (18 page)

He was hurt
and confused. 'But, what?'

'Oh, I don't
know.'

Then her hands
were on him, and he couldn't think of anything else but the need to
make love to this strange wife of his.

The next day
at work he asked Charlie, 'Does your wife ever have fantasies?'

Charlie
laughed. 'All the bloody time, mate!'

'I mean,
sexual fantasies.'

'What other
kind is there?'

'And that's
all right with you?'

'Tell you
what. If you're bothered, tell me what the fantasy is,' he winked,
'and I'll go see to it for you. Then you can do my missus some
time.'

Kevin nearly
hit him - then he began to think. Perhaps it wasn't so wrong for
her to have fantasies; he sure as hell did - and then some. He just
hadn't expected it, that was all.

But what
should he do? Should he just go in and pounce one day, her knowing
it was him? Would she pretend she didn't know, or should he wear a
hood? How in heaven's name did you play a game like that?

Yet, despite
his uncertainty, the more he thought about it the more he liked the
idea. Creeping into the house, tying her up, maybe. Should he do
that? Yeah, probably. However, the thought of her knowing it was
him spoiled it. He just couldn't bear the thought of it all going
wrong, and for her to reject him because the fantasy had not been
the experience she anticipated.

His brow
furrowed in thought.

Perhaps it
would be better if it wasn't quite what she expected. Not hurt her,
exactly, but put her off from thinking things like that again
before the silly girl ended up getting hurt for real.

He began to
think of some of the things the dominatrix had done to him. He
wondered about gags; she'd probably scream otherwise. He wondered
about restraints; were they necessary? He'd had all sorts of
leather gismos used on him - not counting the whip. But then, she
was a woman; he was, perforce, stronger. A woman would have to
think about how to quickly restrain a man to make him less of a
threat. To a man, a woman was not a threat, really. He could
overpower her without tying her down at all.

Recalling the
delicious sense of vulnerability he'd felt at the mysterious
woman's hands, however, he decided restraints were an important
part of the whole thing - definitely necessary. Almost
subconsciously he began to plan, and as he planned he got more
interested in the idea. Just thinking about it turned him on
something rotten.

'If you really
were going to do a fantasy thing on your wife, what would you do?'
he eventually asked Charlie.

His mate
grinned. 'Who said anything about "if"? The unexpected always works
best, I've discovered. Lull them into complacency, let them stew,
let them get over the idea, then pounce - you know!'

Kevin blushed,
suddenly feeling inadequate. 'No, I really don't know. I'm not very
good at this kind of thing - at least, I don't think I am,' he
added doubtfully.

'Well, that's
a bloody first,' Charlie said cheerfully. 'Never thought I'd hear
Kev the stud say he wasn't good at something.' Charlie was
immediately more helpful. 'Now what she'd be thinking is milkman,
postman, or some passing stranger to just come in and do her in her
own home, see?'

'Really?'
Kevin said doubtfully.

'Well, you
have to be more clever than that. Home is too easy, too safe. You
have to get her somewhere else. That would be the real thrill.'

'Do I?' Kevin
wasn't convinced. 'Like where?'

Charlie
shrugged. 'Use your imagination. In a wood. In a hotel. To work, it
has to be unexpected. She's probably thought of more in-house
scenarios than you could in a year: the dustman and the
window-cleaner variety, but I bet her horizons haven't broadened
past those boundaries yet.'

Kevin was
taken aback by Charlie's confident assessing of his wife's
fantasising. And he was a bit taken-aback that Charlie was treating
it all as though it was so normal. Was it so normal? Was he just
being naïve?

'But what if I
do it so well that she screams, not realising it's me?' he said
eventually.

Charlie
chuckled. 'Then you'll probably have the police hauling your arse
into a station before your feet touch.

'You have to
plan it right. You have to get in there, grab her, and get her
immobilised. Then she isn't sure, see? She has to wonder whether it
really is you or not for it to work right. But that's what it's all
about. That's part of the fun. She wants to be overpowered.'

Kevin was
reluctant to do it, he realised. Not because he was afraid to play
games - secretly he rather like the idea - but because he was
afraid of losing her. What if he really scared her? What if she
said stuff about fantasies but couldn't hack it real time? He might
disgust her so much he'd lose her. But then, he thought, if she
wasn't scared, where was the thrill? And it was her who had asked,
so surely she'd thought about the consequences? His mind was
working overtime on the project, and the more he thought, the more
he realised he couldn't simply let it drop. It was becoming a
driving need in him; the thought of giving his own wife a surprise
party was eating at him like a canker, taking precedence over any
thoughts of any of the bimbos he had vaguely been thinking of
seducing.

Esther very
reluctantly decided her ploy of open invitation hadn't worked.
Kevin was, if anything, more complacent than usual. It had been
almost a week now, and he'd not made any moves whatsoever, not even
the usual bonk in the dark. He was even suspiciously ebullient, and
it occurred to her that perhaps he had a mistress somewhere - not
just his usual casual bonk, but a mistress. Her eyes narrowed at
the thought. It was clearly time to give him another thrashing - to
get him back in the way of things.

All he could
talk about was his business successes. His sudden rise within the
hierarchy at the bank, the newly-opened horizons, business lunches,
cosy evening get-togethers, nights at the opera, all expenses paid.
Except that they weren't cosy, not to Esther. They were hard work
all the way; chatting up wrinkled men who just wanted to get their
hands in her knickers, sucking up to their equally wrinkled and
painted wives.

And now
another dinner loomed.

'Better buy a
new dress, honey,' Kevin said unexpectedly. 'But be careful parking
- there's been a spate of car thefts recently. You know, I'd be
much happier if you parked in the multi-storey on the edge of town.
Better get there early, too, if you don't want any hassle. You'll
be able to do your shopping and get out before the lunch hour
rush.'

'Oh, stop
fussing,' she told him, pecking his cheek. But the seeds of doubt
had been sown. There had been thefts from the town centre car-park,
he was right. And it was annoying if you couldn't park easily, so
she took his advice and got there nice and early, cruising upward
until she found a nice wide place to park in. She was happy about
getting out, but lack of practice driving made her a bit scared of
damaging someone else's car when squeezing into the narrow spaces
allocated in car parks.

Smiling
happily, she went shopping. She settled on a long dress, very
severe at the front, but with a low back and a slit up one side
almost to her panties. That should cause a stir. She was still
happy about her choice when she got back to her car to find it
almost hemmed in by a largish van. She frowned, not sure she would
even be able to open the driver's door of her car to slide in.

She pressed
the remote to unlock her car, only realising she was not alone when
a figure appeared from behind the van and grabbed her. She caught a
brief glimpse of a boiler-suited figure wearing a woollen hood,
then her arms were trapped to her sides and a hand clamped over her
mouth, smothering her feeble attempts to scream for help.

He was very
efficient. With no fuss at all he hauled her into the back of the
van and pulled the door closed. Suddenly she was on her back,
staring up at her faceless captor as he knelt astride her, knees on
her arms. She gasped and tried to scream again, but something cold
and wet was thrust into her mouth, which was then sealed in with a
strip of plaster or sticky tape, she couldn't see which.

This was real
and she was so afraid she almost wet herself. She whimpered with
fear and struggled, realising for the first time ever just how
inadequate she was in the muscle department.

'Quiet!' Her
captor hissed violently. 'I won't hurt you if you do as you're
told. Now, shut up!'

She whimpered
again and tried to control her fear. This couldn't be happening.
Not in a public car park! What did he want with her? She had no
money, it couldn't be that...

Her captor
shuffled down slightly and roughly tugged the hem of her T-shirt
from her trousers. Oh, no, now she realised. He rucked her T-shirt
up over her bra and she heard him gasp at the first sight of her
white flesh. Then he lifted one knee slightly and released an arm.
She immediately tried to hit him, and scrabbled at the tape on her
mouth, but he merely held her wrist, reached underneath and undid
her bra clip. Her furious struggles just made it all the easier for
him to then slip her arm from her garments. He then stretched her
arm out to the side and buckled something securely around her
wrist. The clothes were then pulled up over her head, her left arm
released long enough for her to be stripped to the waist, and then
that arm, too, was pinioned to the other side of the van.

Her breath now
was coming in ragged whimpers.

'Don't panic,'
her captor was whispering. 'I'm not going to hurt you. Listen! I
have no intention of hurting you. Just relax, accept it, and you'll
end up totally unharmed. We're just going to have a bit of fun,
that's all.'

An
inexplicable urge to laugh rose in her throat. Only last week she'd
begged Kevin to let her live out a fantasy, and here it was
happening. Only it wasn't Kevin, it was some stranger and it wasn't
a fantasy. There was nothing she could do with her arms spread
invitingly, and her firm breasts rising towards this monster as she
breathed deeply to quell her panic. Her hands clutched helplessly
at thin air out of harm's way, and she made begging noises in her
throat.

A finger
brushed across her breasts and down to her navel. She shuddered
involuntarily. 'Not yet, little lady,' he whispered, guessing she
was begging to be released. 'We're going to spend some time getting
acquainted, having a good time, then I'll let you go. You'll like
this, believe me, and no one but you will be any the wiser
afterwards. Now let's see what else you have to offer me, eh?'

She glared at
him furiously, now believing that he wasn't going to strangle her
or cut her into ribbons, and her noises turned to those of helpless
anger. To her horror he slipped down the zip of her jeans, flipped
open the button, and pulled them down a few inches. She heard him
gasp again and realised he was already rampant with desire.

'My, you're a
little beauty,' he wheezed. 'We're going to enjoy this, oh
yes!'

She heard
people outside the van and began to wriggle violently and whimper
into the gag. Her captor suddenly burst into life, reached over to
the cab and turned on the radio, drowning any other noises which
might have attracted attention.

With her legs
momentarily freed she lifted a knee with all her force and tried to
catch him in the groin, but he anticipated the move and avoided the
catastrophe.

'You little
vixen,' he admonished. 'Trying to sabotage my tool-kit before I get
to show you the plumbing?'

She growled
with frustration.

'Tell you
what,' he went on, 'we need to find some more secluded
surroundings. Let's go for a little ride.' While he spoke he
ignored her pleas and stretched her ankles towards the back corners
of the van and tied them there.

Esther
wriggled, testing the straps, only to find that they were firm. She
began to feel a faint moistening between her legs at the exposed
position, even though she still had her jeans on.

Her captor
slid a hand down her flattened tummy, tucked his fingers beneath
the zip of her jeans, and pressed a finger against the moist
crevice discovered there. 'Goodness,' he said, clearly amused. 'I
do believe you're enjoying this. Let's give you something to think
about while we're driving, shall we?'

She didn't
like the sound of that, and shook her head violently, but he took
no notice. She squealed with horror as he pulled her jeans down
over her buttocks, which was as far as they would go with her legs
stretched wide, and that gave her a small moment of satisfaction.
But her complacency died instantly as he picked up a large spanner
and showed it to her. 'Told you I was good with the plumbing,' he
said, and inserted it in an upright position between her legs. The
taut jeans held it firmly in place. She gasped at the sudden shock
of cold metal against her sensitive skin, but no amount of
wriggling would displace it.

'There,' he
said with satisfaction. 'Now, just one more little refinement, and
off we go.'

She fought
with fury as he dangled a rather efficient-looking blindfold before
her, but no amount of head shaking was going to stop him, and it
was quickly strapped tightly over her eyes. Esther moaned abjectly,
further panicked by the lack of sight. What was he doing now?

She sensed him
climb over into the driver's seat, felt the van growl into life,
and then they were moving. Down the ramps, round and round until
they arrived at the pay booth. She held her breath as her captor
cheerfully paid his fee, but made no attempt to gain the park
attendant's attention. Not that she probably would have succeeded
against the volume of the radio. Christ, she thought as the window
rose to shut out all outside noise.