Darkest Fantasies

Darkest Fantasies
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ISBN:  9781780800769
Author:  Kimberley Raines
Word Count:  67,611
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'And how shall I whip you?' she teased. 'On the wooden cross, on tiptoe with your arms stretched, or across the horse with your backside bare? Or shall I merely chain you to the bars of your cell?'

Esther is a dutiful wife, but despite her obvious attractions, Kevin is unable to remain faithful. Quite simply, he enjoys the thrill of the hunt.

It seems nothing can keep him from his infidelities, until Madame Tisset unveils Esther's darkest fantasies and gives her the confidence to realise them.

So to Kevin's astonishment, it is his own wife that teaches him the painful lesson of fidelity - and also the exquisite eroticism of sexual submission and domination.

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.
   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...

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