by Carla Blake
Deliciously, Tina was being very vocal about it too. Urging her to fuck her. Pleading with her to please enter her, until Keri, unable to resist her lover’s pleas, plunged two fingers deep inside her and then drove them in and out with ever increasing urgency, fucking her until finally, with her orgasm threatening to tip her over the edge, Tina begged her to touch her clit again.
Then came the knock on the door to put a shuddering end to it all.
And moaning for an altogether different reason, Tina felt the gorgeous throbbing between her legs instantly melt away, as she struggled to sit up and stare into the corner of her room.
Beside her, Keri swore softly and followed suit. “ Fuck.” She whispered, watching as Tina climbed out of bed and into a bathrobe. “ What lousy, fuckin’ timing.”
Sophie was standing on the threshold. Her own bathrobe barely concealing her naked body as she shivered in the cool of the night and wordlessly handed over he mobile phone before taking several steps back.
Yr girlfriends fuckin’ sumone else an yr lettin’ her!
Tina read it silently, then handed the phone back. “ Go back to bed.” She sighed, starting to close the door. “ There’s nothing we can do now. We’ll talk in the morning.”
“ But…”
“ No. Go back to bed Sophie. It’s late, we’re tired. We’ll deal with it in the morning.”
She shut the door.
Keri silently applauded her. “ Well done babe.” She smiled as Tina climbed back into bed and snuggled up beside her. “ She didn’t expect that. It’ll be interesting to see what happens now.”
“ What can happen?” Tina replied, burying herself beneath the duvet. “ With you here? She can hardly climb into bed between us.”
“ True, but she does have a room of her own. She could have been hoping you’d go back there.”
“ Well, she was hoping wrong. Oh for the love of God!”
Sophie was knocking on the door again.
And climbing out of bed, Tina stomped over to the door, flung it open and angrily confronted Sophie. “ What is it this time?” She demanded, staring her former lover in the face. “ What is it? Another text? How fuckin’ convenient! Look Sophie, this has got to stop! I’m with Keri now. Get used to it!”
“ What do you mean?”
“ I mean you have to stop sending these ridiculous texts!”
“ But.. it’s not me! How can you say such a thing?”
“ Oh, come on.” Tina cried, frustration throwing caution aside. “ You’re angry I split up with you, you’re angry I’m with Keri. What better way of making me go back to you than getting me to feel sorry for you.”
“ But.. but..” Sophie tried, beginning to retreat onto the landing with Tina following. “ I wouldn’t. I couldn’t…” .
“ Yes you could! Who else would know what we get up to? Who else knows I’m with someone else now? You! That’s who. Give it up Sophie. Right now! Before I really do something I’ll regret.”
The door to the bedroom closed.
Keri, still lying in bed, listened to Tina shouting and then turned over, smiling into her pillow.
Her hand then reached for her own her mobile phone and selecting a pre written text message, she pressed delete.
A few had been lucky guesses, but most had hit the spot.
And she didn’t think she’d be needing them anymore.
Crush
She awoke to darkness and discomfort. Her arms ached.
She blinked and her eyelashes brushed against fabric. Instantly she grasped that she was blindfolded.
She shivered and panic gripped her. Her breath suddenly coming in short, ragged gasps that demanded she try to get away.
In seconds, she realised she was going nowhere.
Her hands were tied. Above her head. She was suspended, although thankfully not hanging; her feet still planted firmly on the gritty floor.
She screamed, yelling to be set free, her mind only dimly aware that whoever had tied her up had not seen fit to gag her too.
When no one came, the scream withered in her throat, leaving her gasping for air and fighting to keep the panic at bay. Her heart thumped heavily against her rib cage, whilst beneath the blindfold, she squeezed her eyes shut tight and tried to calm herself.
Her legs trembled. Her stomach hitched.
What the fuck had happened to her?
The party. That was the last thing she remembered. Stu’s party. His twenty fifth. They’d all clubbed together to buy him a novelty cake depicting Stu surrounded by naked women. He’d loved it, hadn’t wanted to cut it. It had taken several pints of beer to finally persuade him it was a bloody good idea to turn it into slices.
She had eaten hers in the conservatory. Glad to be out of the heat and the noise and away from Mark cavorting around the lounge with two icing tits stuck to his index fingers.
Out here, it was cooler, quieter. The blinds that usually covered the glass still open, giving her the perfect view of a clear, night sky. She gazed up at Orion, recognizing the constellation by the three stars that made up his belt and sucking icing from her fingers. She wished she’d thought to bring a drink out with her as well.
She heard a whoosh and the sliding doors to the conservatory swished open. Turning, she saw a woman she didn’t recognize standing in the gap, brandishing two glasses and an awkward smile.
“ You looked like you needed one.” The woman said by way of explanation. “ Hope you don’t mind me barging in, but it’s so stuffy in there and Stu is about to start trying to persuade the women to recreate his cake for real.”
Smiling, she had taken the glass, peering into the ruby red depths and seeing nothing of interest. It had tasted fine and the woman had introduced herself as Anna, a distant cousin of the birthday boy.
“ Sam.” She had replied, raising her glass. “ No relation, just went to Uni with him. Thanks for this.”
“ You’re welcome.” Anna smiled, settling herself on the sofa opposite. “ Nice night.”
“ Yes. Makes a change to actually be able to see the stars.”
A cheer went up from the lounge. Anna raised an eyebrow. “ Looks like he’s found his first volunteer.” She said. “ I suggest we stay in here, out of the way. Is Sam short for Samantha?”
“ No.” Sam said, sipping wine. “ It’s just Sam. I think my parents wanted a boy.”
“ Harsh.”
“ Not really. Sam isn’t that an unusual name for a girl and I also got to do all the cool stuff usually reserved for the boys. No faffying about in the Brownies baking cakes and fiddling about with sewing for me, I was out climbing trees and building bonfires. Much more fun.”
“ Sounds like it. Did your parents get their boy in the end?”
“ No, just me. But like I say, I’m not complaining.”
Sam ran a hand across her brow. “ Is it just me, or is it getting stuffy in here?”
Anna opened a window. Cool, night air rushed in. Flapping her top, Sam pressed her face to the gap in the glass and breathed deeply. The fresh air made her feel light headed and dizzy and she set her glass down, telling herself it might be better if she stuck to something softer from now on. She closed her eyes and felt herself slide. Alarmed, she stuck out her hand and grabbed for the back of the sofa, only dimly aware that her fingers met nothing but air.
Drugged
Shit! She’d been fuckin’ drugged!
The realization made her angry, which was ten times better than feeling scared.
She thought of Anna and swore again. The bitch must have put something in her drink. But why? And how the fuck did she get her here? Wherever here was.
She breathed. Three deep, calming breaths and told herself not to panic.
Panic would solve nothing. She had to think! Take stock. Work on what she knew.
Okay. She was tied up by the wrists to something above her head. She could not, despite copious amounts of tugging, pull herself free. She had tried and her wrists were now feeling sore because of it, so there was no point in carrying on. She was also blindfolded but not gagged which meant Anna was either frightened she’d suffocate or that she was being held in such a remote location that no one would hear her even if she yelled her lungs out. Unless, of course, she was being held in a sound proofed room.
Her feet were bare. She was probably standing on concrete.
She wasn’t cold, nor was she overly hot. Was she naked?
It hadn’t occurred to her until now.
Standing on one foot, she rubbed the other up her leg and felt nothing but skin. So, her legs were bare then.
She took a deep breath and lowering her head, breathed out down the length of her body. A nipple started to harden and goose bumps broke out across the stomach.
She was naked. Shit! The fuckin’ cow had stripped her.
But why?
She groaned as the first possibility crossed her mind.
Stu! Why hadn’t she thought of him before?. This reeked of him. He’d loved all that practical joke crap at Uni and she just bet it had been his idea to Mickey Finn her and then tie her up, just because she’d had refused to give him the opportunity to try and divest her of her top. The little creep.
What if he was in here now?
That idea was worse than the first and she felt herself blush.
What if he was? What if they all were? They could be. She’d just assumed hours had passed because she’d woken up and not known what had happened to her, but what if she’d only been out a few minutes, long enough for them to strip her and tie her up and wait for her to come round? They could be standing in front of her right now, eyeing up her tits and down there and trying not to laugh as she struggled and screamed.
“ Bastard!” She yelled, kicking out with her feet. “ You fuckin’ bastard! Untie me right now, you hear me?”
“ No one can hear you.”
The voice startled her, not least because it was female, and she froze, her heart jolting painfully in her chest.
“ Anna?” She said carefully, “ is that you?”
A hand touched her arm, squeezed once and moved away. “ Yes.”
Sam slumped, or as much as she was able to. “ Thank God.” She breathed, smiling despite her humiliation. “ Get me down will you. I want to rip bloody Stu’s eyes out.”
“ Then I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed. Stu has nothing to do with this.”
The hairs stood up on the back of Sam’s neck. “ What?”
“ It was my idea.” Anna said. “ Why would I get Stu involved?”
A finger touched the side of her breast, slide down her side and stopped at the top of her thigh. To Sam, the touch felt like it was leaving a trace of static electricity. She frowned.
“ I don’t understand.” She said. “ Why are you doing this? Why me? What have I done to you?’
Anna softly laughed. “ This conversation is becoming so clichéd.” She chuckled. “ I’m doing this because I can. Because I want to. Because I think you will enjoy it. Eventually.”
“ Well, I’m bloody well not enjoying it now! Untie me you cow!”
A fingertip alighted on the tip of her nose. “ Sorry, sweetie, can’t do that, but I will explain a few things to you. For one, my name isn’t Anna and I have no connection to Stu whatsoever. I gate crashed his party because I wanted to meet you. I did spike your drink and for that I apologise, but I didn’t think you’d let me tie you up otherwise.”
“ Too fuckin’ right I wouldn’t have! And what do you mean, you wanted to meet me? Who are you?”
“ No one you know. I first saw you last June in Regents park. You were with a group of friends having a picnic. Do you remember?”
Sam nodded. It had been a good day. Hot and sunny and endless. And they’d laughed through all of it, revealing in the outdoors and drinking far more wine than was good for them. It creeped her out that this woman had been watching her.
Disquiet was swiftly becoming her new best friend.
Anna carried on. “ I thought you were lovely.” She said, “ sitting here in your little, summer dress. I longed to come over and say hello, but how could I? You would have thought me crazy.”
Like I don’t now? Sam thought.
“ So I watched you, followed you home, saw were you lived. And I’ve been watching you ever since, waiting for an opportunity. Like this one.”
“ So you’re a stalker.” Sam said blandly. “ How nice.”
Ann patted her shoulder. “ No, not a stalker.” She said. “ Just someone who suffers from an insufferable tendency to form overwhelming crushes. I try to avoid them, to temper them, I truly do, but no matter how hard I try to resist, they still get me in the end. You just happen to be my latest one.”
“ And that’s supposed to make me feel better? Christ.”
“ Better or not, that’s the reason.”
“ Right. And you do this to all your ‘crushes’ do you? Tie them up.”
The smile in Anna’s voice was obvious. “ Only the ones I really like.” She said. “ And I like you very much. I imagine you want to know what I propose to do with you.”
“ It had crossed my mind.” Sam swallowed, trying to sound brave. God, this woman was off her rocker!
Anna touched her breast. “ I’m going to make love to you.” She said. “ Like this. You’re going to be a good girl and stand there all tied up and blindfolded and I’m going to have my wicked way with you. I promise you, you will come.”
“ And afterwards? What are you going to do to me then?”
Not that she wanted to know. She knew how these things worked. Anna would rape her, strangle her and either dump her cold, lifeless body in a ditch or bury her under this concrete floor. And that would be her. Gone. No one would ever know what had happened to her or why. Leaving Anna to walk away and begin stalking her next victim.
It was like Anna’ had read her mind. “ I’m not going to kill you, if that’s what you think.” She said, laying her hand on the flat of Sam’s stomach and feeling Sam flinch beneath her touch. “ I might like my women subservient and helpless, but I’m no killer. When we’re done, I will drug you again and remove you from here. You will be dressed. You will be unharmed. You will wake up somewhere else.”
“ And I’m expected to believe that.” Sam said flatly.
She imagined Anna shrugging. “ Well, I can’t make you, but that’s my intention.”
“ Okay. But why all this?” Sam asked, tugging at her wrists. “ I gather you’re gay and that’s fine, I have no problem with that, each to their own and all that. But why kidnap people? Surely there’s enough gay women out there who are into this kinky stuff without you having to drug them first.”
Anna poked her playfully in the chest. “ You.” She said. “ Haven’t been listening. It’s only the women I have a crush on who will do. Women like you. I won’t be a minute.”
Sam heard footsteps cross the floor. A door squeaked. The light behind her blindfold grew almost imperceptibly brighter, then faded again.
It’s day then, she thought, giving the rope around her wrists another good tug. I must have been here for hours! Bitch. Who the fuck does she think she is, tying me up like this. First opportunity I get, I’m kicking her in the guts.
Then who’ll untie you? Her common sense intervened. If you attack Anna and hurt her, she might leave you here out of spite. Then what will you do?
It was a good point. She would wait then. Wait until Anna cut her down and then go for her. Give her a taste of her own medicine.
The door squeaked again, a flash of sunlight followed. Anna announced her return.
“ I’m going to wash you.” She said, placi
ng a bowl of soapy water out of reach of Sam’s feet. “ Won’t take long.”
Sam braced herself. She heard water splashing and smelt the faint aroma of soap.
A hand clasped her right thigh and parted it. Something warm and wet pressed between her legs and against her vagina. It parted her pussy lips and slid along the length of her. A finger, wrapped in cloth, delved inside her, twisted from side to side and removed itself. The other hand clasped her buttocks and held her steady.
Anna kissed her thigh. “ There.” She said, dabbing at her with a towel. “ All clean.”
Sam clasped her legs together. “ You’re insane.” She cried, trying to twist away from Anna’s touch. “ Totally, fuckin’ mad!”
“ No.” Anna replied, throwing the towel to one side. “ Not insane. Driven.”
“ Whatever! You think I care? Let me go, you mad bitch!” And kicking out, Sam felt a momentarily flash of triumph when her foot hit flesh. Anna groaned.
“ That was very stupid.” She said, clearly in pain. “ And very unnecessary. Now I’m going to have to punish you.”
“ What! No!”
Anna cut her. To Sam it felt like something extraordinarily cold had just been run down her side, but when she felt the warm seep of blood, she knew it had been a knife.
Crying beneath a blindfold proved difficult.
Anna was unsympathetic. “ Teach you to behave.” She said, again reaching for the towel and moping up the thin line of blood staining Sam’s skin. “ And you can stop crying now. It’s only a shallow nick. It’s already clotting.”
“ You said you wouldn’t hurt me!” Sam cried.
Anna snorted. “ No. I said I wouldn’t kill you. There’s a difference. Going to play nice now?” She put the knife on the floor.
Sam nodded dumbly.
“ Good girl. Lick your lips.”
Sam licked her lips. Anna kissed her.
Gently. Almost hesitant. Her lips barely making contact with Sam’s before they drew away again.