'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.
Then there was just the feel of rough fabric beneath her bare backside, the lurches and bumps of the noisy vehicle, the radio and out of tune whistling of her unknown captor, and the strange sensation of cold steel vibrating between her thighs.
She pulled continually at the cuffs that held her stretched to this stranger's bidding, and wondered where they were going. She also wondered who he was, and whether he did this sort of thing often. Obviously he had now removed the mask. It would have been nice to see quite who had kidnapped her. It was his gall that was the most disconcerting thing, though. He had taken her so easily, so efficiently, and in broad daylight. And no one would even know she was missing. Not for hours and hours.
All sorts of things went through her mind, but nothing could block out the sexual awareness of her own naked breasts bouncing to the heavy suspension of the van, and the incongruous use of the spanner nestling between her legs.
'Enjoying yourself, darling?' The driver was shouting over the noise of the radio, and she detected a faint accent. North country, perhaps.
She growled and yanked at the straps.
They seemed to be driving for an awfully long time, and over some very bumpy roads. Where the hell were they? They had to be miles and miles away from the city by now.
Then the road seemed to get bumpier and bumpier. The van finally pulled to a halt and the engine was cut. So was the radio. Esther froze. She heard the front door open, then to her horror the back doors opened too, letting in a cool breeze and the sound of birdsong.
She felt the back of the van dip as he climbed up. 'Oh, what a nice view,' he whispered coarsely; she gathered he wasn't talking of the countryside, which she could smell.
She felt his knees between her legs and his hands rest on her body, then he leaned forward and the softest touch of a tongue rasped over her right nipple. He leaned against the spanner, embedded tight between her thighs. She inhaled sharply as a wave of primitive sexual awareness drove goosebumps up all over her body. He wheezed as he licked his way all over her breasts, down to her waist, his tongue rasping against her flesh like that of a cat. And all the while the metal spanner was rubbing erotically against the small nub of roused flesh.
Her fears were swept away by urges so primitive they shocked the tiny core of her awareness, and any tiny niggling hope that it was Kevin fled. He would never in a hundred years have done anything like this. As the licking continued she found her body traitorously responding, writhing beneath the animal who slobbered over her.
'Like that, bitch?' he croaked between licks, then worked his way back up to her breasts, and rolled her nipples with his tongue until she was shuddering with every movement. She felt pressure building inside her until she wanted to scream - and then suddenly he was gone. She was lying alone, a summer breeze cooling her flushed flesh with a feather-light touch.
She sensed he was watching, and tried to lie still, but could not stop the betraying ripples which pulsed through her muscles. Then he climbed out of the van. He released her ankles and ripped the jeans away hastily. Now she was totally naked. Exposed. Out in the country, tied up in the back of a van. Reality intruded: anyone could look in!
She tried to clamp her legs shut, to hide herself, but he pushed them determinedly apart and once more encased her ankles in straps. She moaned and moved, feeling the breeze against the moist orifice which was opened invitingly to her captor.
She heard his breath quicken as he pushed her ankles, bent her knees, and attached the cuffs somewhere over her head, to the ceiling of the van. She squealed with annoyance and pulled. She bounced on the end of some kind of elastic. There was a slight give, and then the elastic rebounded with an undignified lurch.
She tensed. Now he would have his lecherous way with her.
But no. She gasped as something cold dripped between her legs. He smoothed it in. Then he began to massage her. Softly and firmly, his strong hands massaged the whole area until she was totally oiled. She tried to move away from his hands, but found herself in the embarrassing position of total subjugation. And she could not just relax and compliantly accept the treatment. The sensations were too overpowering, too glorious to tolerate in acquiescence. Her mind might rebel, but her treacherous body was revelling in the novel experience. So her knees bent and straightened with his ministrations, giving every indication of enjoyment to her tormentor, who by now was making some very interesting moaning noises himself.
His fingers were gradually getting more intimate, sliding in and out of her vagina, wetting the lips, spreading the oil within. She gave a muffled scream when his finger slipped into her anus, but could do nothing but lie there and accept as it happened again and again. Oh, no one had ever done that to her before; saving her vibrator in the darkness of the night it was virgin territory.
'Like that, do you, princess?' he whispered.
She moaned and her head rolled from side to side.
Then he leaned forward, arms around her legs, his chest pressing her thighs against her breasts. As he began to kiss her throat she realised he had removed his clothes, and was rampant as the tip of his penis teased at her moist sex lips.
She moaned.
'Tell me to do it,' he whispered softly. 'I won't until you beg me.'
Conceited arsehole! Beg? Esther would never do that! But the dark stimulation had dragged her into another world, a previously unknown world where nothing existed other than the sensations of her own body. Was this how it had been for Kevin?
The man thrust again and again at her vagina and anus - just a little pressure, a little stretching, sliding, then away. She moaned with desire, with need, with shock at her own wish for him to continue. The frustration was awful. She began to rise to meet his every thrust, but he pulled away each time. God, the man was inhuman!
'Beg me,' he whispered in a husky voice. 'Not until you beg me. You know you want to. Just nod, and I'll slide in and fuck you - like you want me to.'
Her useless hands clasped and unclasped, and she thrashed in the dilemma of desire against conscience. But in the anonymity of darkness, need won. Eventually, battling with a turmoil of conflicting emotions, she breathed deeply and gave the faintest of nods.
The brute saw this.
Again there was a faint pressure against the entrance of her vagina, then a further widening as he sank what felt like an enormous erection inside her. Slick and ready, she felt him glide in right to the hilt until his balls rubbing softly against her stimulated bottom. She moaned with pleasure.
Then he moved back. She gasped with regret as she felt him begin to slide away. She wanted to say it was all right, she didn't hurt, please go on! Her breath was ragged and she could feel the onset of orgasm shooting up through her middle as he exited totally, then, before she could grunt her displeasure, he began again. Never had anything prepared her for the sheer erotic joy of this slow and controlled sex.
It was everything she had hoped for. And the fact that she could do nothing to stop it was the most stimulating thing she had ever experienced. Eventually this slow, grinding pressure became too much for her, and she gave a small muffled noise as the force of her orgasm broke through her body. As he felt it, her captor gave a groan, a few sharp thrusts, and came too
. They both panted for a moment, then her captor slid out and moved away, leaving her cold and alone.
Finally he unclipped her ankles, and as she lay in the darkness, she knew her fantasy had finally been realised. She had enjoyed sex with a completed stranger. Not only that, but she had begged him for it.
With the gradual retreat of her sexual high, she once again became aware that she was lying trussed and naked in the back of a van, doors open to the outside.
'Want some more, darling?' he drawled.
She shook her head wearily.
'Well you'll have to wait a bit. I'm just going to have a bite of lunch while I recover, then I might oblige you. It's an absolutely beautiful day, you know.'
She pulled at the restraints around her wrists.
'You promise not to start yelling - not that there's anyone to hear you - and I'll take out the gag and give you a beer. Yes?'
She stopped fidgeting and nodded reluctantly.
'I'll take that as an affirmative, and don't forget, it won't take me a second to stuff it back in, okay?'
Before he took out the gag, however, he tied her ankles firmly together, released her other bonds, tied her hands behind her back, and pulled her out of the van. 'A breath of fresh air wouldn't do you any harm, I guess,' he said.
She grunted as his shoulder sank into her middle and he lifted, and she realised he had dressed again. Then she was dumped on the grass, naked and bound.
'Now, you just kneel there and let me get you all comfy.'
She found herself kneeling upright with her shoulders pressed to the horizontal limb of a tree. He threaded a rope under her arms and over her breasts and tied her tightly, then untied her arms and spread them along the limb, securing them firmly to its length. Then, very carefully, he picked the sticky tape from her mouth and pulled out the packing. 'Now don't you go getting noisy on me,' he threatened, holding a can to her lips.
When she had gulped the precious liquid, she said, 'Can I ask you a question?'
'Yep. I might not answer, though.'
'Why me?'
'Because I've been watching you and I just couldn't resist your so very blatant charms, darling. I just knew you'd be a sexual animal if I got you away from the veneer of civilisation.'
She wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not. 'Do I know you?' she asked tentatively.
He chuckled. 'Now, that would be telling.'
'Do you know me?' she persisted.
'I'm getting to know you.'
She was silent for a moment, and heard him moving about. 'Are you going to hurt me?' she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
'Have I hurt you yet?'
'No...'
'In fact, I'd say you've enjoyed it so far.'
'Maybe,' she said, not wanting to admit that to herself, let alone him, 'but...'
'You either have or you haven't.'
She couldn't answer that. 'Please untie me,' she said instead. 'Enough is enough.'
She felt hands at her ankles, and gave a sigh of relief which turned into a wail as he pulled them apart and tied them to something rough. A fallen branch? Now she was kneeling with her arms stretched out and her knees apart, once again, totally vulnerable and available. 'You can't have enough of a good thing,' he sniggered.
'I don't...' she began.
'That's enough! One more word and in goes the gag.'
She sensed he meant it and shut up instantly.
He knelt behind her and fondled her while he drank his beer, feeding both his appetites at the same time. Then he pushed a thin branch down between her legs and into the ground behind her. It flexed upward, and with every tiny, involuntary movement she inadvertently rubbed herself on it. The strange vulnerability of her position and her inability to stop this stimulation made her juices flow.
'That's how the native women do it,' he informed her.
'Do what?'
'Bring themselves off,' he said crudely. 'I read it in a book.'
He then poured beer on her breasts and sucked it off, poured beer on her tongue and tasted it, and all the time she was moving against the foreign object between her legs, only now her movements weren't quite so involuntary. She was doing it because it was good.
He stood back after a while and watched as she stimulated herself almost to orgasm. She was gasping with need, the thin veneer of sophistication totally erased. There was nothing outside this wonderful bondage and the exhilarating sexual freedom it gave her. She was not in control of her own body, and so could have no fear of her responses.
She heard movement, and the branch dipped. She felt the harsh rasp of his zipper against her cheek, and then the warm pulsing hardness of his cock against her chin. She felt beer dripping to her lips, and on to his cock. She tasted it, reached for it. She began to suck. She sucked the beer from his tight balls, and nibbled and tasted her way upward until the back of her head was jammed against the branch, immobilised. She felt him press towards her, his hands pulling on the branch, effectively guiding her head back and forth.
She reached for the tip, sucked, rubbed her tongue around the beer-washed penis, and took it in her mouth. He groaned. She sucked harder, and he began to lean forward, gripping the branch while her seeking mouth pleasured him, her mind filled with wonder that she was doing this thing because she wanted to. The twig moved up and down her lower body as he pulled her about, but not enough. She groaned with frustration, with need, used her tongue, sucked and teased to encourage him to push at the branch to which she was strung. Harder and harder he pulled until he was ramming his engorged cock into her throat, jamming her chin into the zipper of his jeans with every stroke. She felt him straining, knew he was going to come and screamed with frustration. The vibrations in her throat increased, he pushed hard and she gagged, swallowing him deep into her throat as he shot his viscous seed into her with a strangled cry of triumph.
After a couple of seconds he eased up, allowing her to gasp for breath. Then he leaned his hands on the branch, slid his limp penis from her mouth and began to move her hips for her, rubbing her against the rough branch below until her sighs became desperate gasps of need. He didn't stop until eventually she shuddered dramatically on the craggy bark, wracked with satisfaction and fulfilment.
'Oh, baby, you're something else,' her captor whispered.
Ester frowned. Surely she knew that voice. 'Who—?' she began, but the packing was suddenly thrust into her mouth. 'Nnnng!' she yelled, trying to spit it out, but it was followed by the inevitable sticky tape.
'Regrettably, princess,' he said in his strong northern accent, 'I have to get back to my job. I think I'll pick you up again some time, though. You enjoyed it too much for it not to be repeated. From now on you'll be looking over your shoulder for me. You'll be waiting with anticipation, but you won't know when I'll come, and you won't know when you're walking near me in the street. But I'll know you. Oh, baby, I'll remember you all right.'
Esther could not say all the rude things she wanted to say, and was bundled into the back of the van and roughly but efficiently put back into her bra and T-shirt. When she tried to lift her hands to her face to rip away the sticky tape he slapped them down hard.
'Do that, darling, and I'll dump you out of the van without your clothes,' he warned. She gave in, knowing that anyone prepared to kidnap her would not be afraid to carry out such a threat. When her top half was clothed he tied her arms behind her back, before pulling her jeans up and fastening them. Then he crossed her ankles, tied them, and roped them to her wrists behind her back, effectively hog-tying her.
'You sexy little whore,' he said, before climbing out and slamming the rear door.
In spite of everything that had happened, Esther found the constriction of her present situation as satisfying as all the rest, and wallowed in weary pleasure.
The man didn't speak to her again.
She only realised she was back at her car when the door was opened, the rope on her hands was cut, and she was dragged and dumpe
d on a seat. By the time she'd freed her eyes to discover she was in her own car the van was just a couple of red lights disappearing down the exit ramp. And by the time she'd removed the gag and managed to untie her feet, she knew he would be long gone. There was no point racing after him.
Her first thought was to call the police. But what would she tell them? She hadn't been harmed and she had no evidence that she'd been abducted.
Besides, she thought with a sly grin, she knew deep down it was Kevin, and the dear love had certainly fulfilled her fantasy and made her year - let alone her day!
Chapter 11
Madam Tisset was not amused by Esther's adventure in the country, because she couldn't comprehend that her most promising pupil had actually enjoyed the experience.
'My dear girl,' she said grimly, 'I think the time has come for you to have another learning experience. I have a gentleman for you to dominate thoroughly today. He's a civil servant - he thinks I don't know that - and he needs a really painful session to keep him on his toes at work.'
She led Esther through to where a tall thin man sat, knees together primly. 'Get up,' Madam Tisset snapped, jolting him out of a daydream. Whatever it was about he'd been enjoying it, judging by the rather obvious bulge in his trousers.
'Sorry, Madam Tisset,' he stuttered nervously, his pale eyes watering slightly. 'I didn't hear you come in.'
'You will be sorry,' she said grimly. 'Now, say hello to your dominatrix for today. She's my latest pupil, and she'll be taking this session.'
Esther almost felt sorry for the puny man. She felt an immediate sense of power, and gave a dazzling smile as her eyes raked him. 'Scared?' she said scornfully.
The taunt worked. He pulled in his belly and puffed out an inadequate chest, and spoke directly to Madam Tisset, ignoring Esther with all the disdain he could muster. 'I'll try her out, Madam Tisset, but I warn you, if the session is not good, you'll get no fee.'
'You can give him twenty extra lashes for that,' she retorted instantly, turning to Esther. 'On his dick, if you can find it. He should know better than to threaten me.'
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