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Tony watches the sandwich shop on the opposite side of the street from his window seat in the Café, the peak of his baseball hat pulled low, not so much to hide his face from cameras but more to hide his burn scars from people. He knew his appearance caused alarm and staring and gossip.
He also knew that an attractive woman with light brown shoulder length hair, probably dressed in suit trousers and a blouse, would arrive in the next 10 minutes or so. Today was phase 1 of his plan.
At a few minutes past 1 o’clock, she appears on the street. Tony’s pulse quickens as he tracks her walking towards the Sandwich shop as predicted. She is wearing beige trousers and an off-white blouse. Her ample breasts are well defined by the tight silky material; buttons straining to contain the fleshy contents. He gets up from the table leaving the coffee half drunk and crosses the street, his eyes not leaving her for more than a few seconds at a time. He stops to read the menu in the window and sees that she is paying, having collected a sandwich and bottle of drink. As she leaves the shop, Tony turns to follow her at a discreet distance, he admires her ass as she walks at a determined pace, presumably back to her place of work. He marvels at the way her ass cheeks sway independently of each other within the confines of her trousers, almost hypnotically. Obviously wearing a thong Tony thinks.
The purpose of this part of the plan is to determine where she works so that he can enact the following part of the plan the next day – the follow home. Today, he needs to try to identify the place to commence the follow and her method of transport. She turns down a narrow street so Tony hangs back at the corner and watches as she walks half way down and crosses, entering a large glass clad building and is lost from sight. Tony walks down the street but remains on the side opposite her building, which gives no indication as to the purpose of its business. He continues to walk around the block and finds the parking garage that services the building and hopes she drives to work.
Day 2
Tony waits in his van close to the car park, keeping an eye out for traffic wardens, police and his victim. His return to the area at the end of the previous day and all the walking around had paid off as he had seen her walk into the car park and drive out in a red Mini Cooper. His van looks like just another one of the hundreds of decorator’s vans seen around the city and blends in well. He has filled it with the kind of crap one would expect to see in such a van as a cover, should he be stopped by the police. He had also built in a void behind the seats just large enough to house a body; it was hidden under piles of decorating sheets and was made to look like part of the van.
As he waited, Tony thought about the events of the last 9 years that had led him down this path. He had been a soldier, Special Forces, until the vehicle he and his crew were traveling in was blown up by an IED. He had woken in hospital relieved to still have his limbs when a nurse and the doctor revealed the extent of the burns to his face. He sunk in to a depression as before the incident, he had been very handsome; jet black hair, deep blue eyes, tanned skin and permanent stubble. He had enjoyed the company of many women, the reason his wife had left him after just 2 years, and as a single man with no baggage, playing the field accounted for a large part of his life. Following his return to the UK, he was medically discharged from the Army and quickly forgotten by his friends. He had spent the last few years alone, living in the farm house he had inherited, hiding his face from the public.
Just after 5 o’clock. Tony spotted the red Mini Cooper driving across the car park towards the exit. He fired up the van and slipped into the traffic a few cars back and followed it out of the city, through the suburbs and into the countryside. After about an hour the Mini turned off the country road into a long driveway leading to a fairly large house. Tony continued past and pulled over after a few minutes to check the map on his phone. He located the house and was relieved to discover that it sat by itself backing on to sliver of woodland. A lane snaked through the wooded area which seemed to genuinely be in the middle of nowhere. Perfect.
Day 5
After several days of observing the house from his hide on the edge of the woodland, Tony knew that his victim lived with a man who left for work at 7:30 every day, she had no children and left for work herself at 08:00 every day after wandering down the garden to fill up the bird feeders.
This morning, while the house was in darkness, Tony had attached a silver balloon to a bush on the edge of the lawn within striking distance of his hide. He waited as lights came on and went off in various windows of the house, imagining them performing their daily routine. He imaged what she looked like; in the shower, drying her hair, pulling on her underwear. He was alerted to the sound of the man’s car driving down the gravel drive. He checked his watch – 07:25.
At 07:45 the patio door slid open and she stepped out. She was wearing charcoal grey trousers, a white blouse and modest heels. She looked up to the sky and the faintest breeze blew her slightly curled brown hair. Tony’s pulse quickened but he remained focused. As she walked along the path to the bird feeder, bag of seed in hand, Tony saw her hesitate and look towards the balloon. Take the bait he thought and as if she had heard, she deviated and headed straight for the balloon, a quizzical look on her face.
As she crouched to untangle the balloon string, Tony leapt from his hide and covered the ground between them in seconds. Within 2 meters, she had begun to turn towards him, a second later he had a hand over her mouth and an arm around her waist. He dragged her backwards into the cover of the woods, her shock temporarily rendering her helpless. Once in the woods, he pushed her forward, falling on top of her and holding her face down with his body weight as he pulled out a black cloth hood to slip over her head and Plasticuffs to secure her arms behind her back.
As he stood her up, she started screaming so Tony had to take her down again for him to be able to get the gaffer tape out of his pocket and remove the hood enough to cover her mouth up. Other than that, it was a pretty efficient snatch.
Gripping the Plasticuff behind her back and with a hand on her shoulder, Tony roughly marched her through the woods to his van that he had left in the layby. At the sound of the side door opening, his victim began struggling with a renewed urgency but was pushed in and manhandled into the void behind the seats. As he was about to climb into the front, he found an ID badge that had fallen from her pocket. It read Sarah Richardson.
Sarah’s heart was pounding, her mind whirling, she was usually very aware of her surroundings, yet had been taken by complete surprise. The whole ordeal was carried out so clinically.
Her thoughts were disrupted when the van stopped and she was firmly removed and marched away. She tried to resist but her abductor was too strong, silenced by the gag and still hooded, all she could do was listen for any sounds that might indicate where she was or what was about to happen to her.
She was brought to a halt and wedged into a corner while her captor dug out keys and opened a door that she was pushed through. She was directed right and then left, forward a bit and then stopped. For the first time her abductor spoke; two words growled in her ear. “Stairs, down”. She felt herself being manoeuvred forward cautiously and felt for the steps with her feet. At the bottom she was directed to something cold and tubular, with one hand still holding her bound arms, her abductor attached what felt like a handcuff to her left ankle. Instinctively, Sarah squirmed but her other leg was forcibly pushed out and a cuff attached to her right ankle. Her abductor let go of her for the first time since removing her from the van. Sarah strained against her bonds but realised she was stuck. She could hear movement behind her, some footsteps, a metallic sound. Her arms were gripped and then relieved as the Plasticuffs were cut away. She swung out with her right arm but made contact with a metal pole, her left wrist was pulled out to the side and cuffed. She pulled her right arm in towards her body in a desperate attempt to prevent her last remaining limb from being restrained. It too was forced into the cuff and she stood immobilised within some kind of tubular metal frame.
Upstairs Tony had showered and changed into jogging bottoms and a T-shirt. He felt relieved that after months of planning, he had carried out the high-risk part of his mission without incident. Now he could relax and reward himself for his efforts.
He padded down the steps to the basement of his farmhouse. It wasn’t a particularly large space but was big enough for his needs. He had painted it white and installed some lighting, large heaters on the walls kept it at a reasonable temperature and he had fitted a carpet. In the centre stood his prize. Sarah stood within a tubular steel, rectangular frame attached to it were her ankles and wrists, so that her feet were just about shoulder width apart, arms suspended away from her body a little. In the centre of each upright part of the frame was a hinge with a locking pin that would enable Tony to fold the frame and its contents without having to remove the cuffs. It could also swivel in its entirety meaning the victim could be moved to a horizontal position, so long as they were supported underneath.
He sat in a chair and admired Sarah’s form for a while. Tony guessed she was about 35 and around 5 foot 7 inches tall. While she was definitely not fat, she was not skinny either. As when he had followed her the other day, she wore a blouse that accentuated her large breasts, small gaps, caused by the straining buttons, revealed a white bra beneath. Her thighs were in proportion to her breasts, her waist narrower than both, providing an hourglass figure. He realised the hood was ruining his study of her so he walked to a cupboard and retrieved a long black piece of silky material. He approached her from behind, ready to replace the hood with the narrow blindfold, for he didn’t want her to see his face. He knew her look of revile would ruin everything, as it had in the past, when he had tried to use prostitutes.
He placed a hand on Sarah’s head and said “Look ahead”. He removed the hood and as soon as he did, Sarah turned to try to see him. “AHEAD” he screamed and pushed her head to the front, quickly slipping the blindfold over her eyes. He tested that she couldn’t see anything and removed the tape from her mouth, replacing it with a ball gag before she could speak.
Now he walked around her, admiring her wavy brown hair, her full lips, the intoxicating smell of her perfume. He had only dreamed of being this close to a woman for years. A distant sound of a dog barking snapped him to alertness and he walked up the stairs to investigate, leaving Sarah alone in the basement.
As Tony walks back into the basement, he can’t help but admire his prize and thinks back to the day he first saw her. Her smoky makeup, brown eyes and olive skin hinted at middle eastern origins. He circles around her and stops behind, looking down at her prominent ass within the charcoal trousers. He runs a hand over her right buttock and lets it wander to the left, squeezing it gently as he leans in to kiss the back of her neck. Sarah tenses and squirms within the confines of the frame. Tony continues to knead at her buttocks with both hands as he drinks in the smell of her perfume, the flowery notes of the shampoo in her hair. He is hard. Harder than he has been in years. His cock straining at his jogging bottoms.
He slips a hand around her waist, under her blouse and pulls her back a little, pressing his throbbing cock between her ass cheeks. Only fabric separates them and Tony’s head spins. He moves his hand up under the blouse to cup a breast, still in its bra, lightly squeezing and weighing it. His other hand caresses her thigh. Tony steps back and is amused to see a small wet patch on the front of his grey jogging bottoms made by the pre-cum leaking from his engorged cock. He moves round to stand before her and brushes a curl of hair away from her face. He traces a finger down her jaw line to under her chin and lifts her head, changing the touch to a grip when she tries to snap her head away. He kisses her cheek and wishes he could remove the blindfold so he could look into those deep brown eyes.
Tony looks down to see her cleavage heaving and steps back a pace to admire her breasts. He reaches out and places a hand on one breast and then both hands. As he squeezes them, he feels the warmth and the motion of her breathing, he feels his cock throbbing, straining for release. He undoes the top two buttons of the blouse and pauses briefly in admiration of the cleavage, continues to undo the rest until the blouse falls open, revealing a lacey, white bra that struggles to contain the fleshy breasts within.
He gropes her breast with one hand and pulls down the front of his joggers with the other, releasing his aching cock, slick with pre-cum, veins pulsing. He begins masturbating, unable to hold back any longer. He traces a finger over her stomach and slips it under the waist band of her trousers a few inches. Back up over her stomach and this time pushes up under her bra, feeling the warmth of her flesh. He is masturbating furiously now.
Sarah is writhing, trying unsuccessfully to avoid what is happening to her.
Tony lowers his hand again, this time bypassing the waist band, running his finger over her pubic bone and into the soft mound below. He rotates his hand and cups her crotch, feels the warmth radiating through the material of her trousers, smells the perfume, sees the heaving cleavage. His legs go weak and his knees buckle, head spinning, his scrotum tightens and his cock erupts. A huge stream of cum spans the short gap between them and lands on her thigh, several more jets of cum follow, some joining the mess on her trousers, some making it as high as her bare stomach. Tony’s orgasm subsides and he slumps into the chair behind him, the remnants of his ejaculate dripping from his softening penis.
After a meal, Tony returns to the basement and sits in the chair. His cock starts to stiffen at the sight of his captive; blouse open and bra covered breasts exposed and gently heaving, the crystalline stain on the thigh of her trousers.
He stands up and removes his clothes. Turns the heaters up a bit. Circles his prize a few times and steps up close to kiss her neck under her jaw. Sarah begins to writhe helplessly as Tony reaches around to grab her ass cheeks firmly, his now fully erect cock presses into her stomach. He lets go of her ass to bring his hands to her front to undo the button of her trousers. He ignores her groans and writhing and lowers the zip. He kneels in front of her and pulls the trousers down sharply, they only come down as far as her knees due to the angle of her legs within the frame. Tony stares at the triangle of lacy material in front of him, the white panties contrasted with the olive skin of her thighs and stomach. He leans forward and presses his nose into her softness, revelling in the muskiness and after a few seconds, stands to move around behind her. The material of the white thong plunges in between her ass cheeks and Tony gropes them unhindered by fabric for the first time. He drags a finger under the material and runs it down between her cheeks, persuading the fabric out. His cock is dripping with pre-cum now as he traces a finger down the crack of her ass, lingering at her anus. It is warm and tacky and he imagines slipping his cock into it. Sarah moans into the gag and tries to pull away as Tony continues his exploration down to the folds of her vagina. He can feel no hair and her outer lips are large and warm. He thinks he detects a hint of moistness and continues probing with his middle finger. He pushes his fingers through folds of flesh and finds her entrance. He pushes his finger up and is surprised to discover it is indeed very wet.
Tony walks around to the front of his victim and again kneels down in front of her. He hooks his thumbs through the waist band of her panties and pulls them down to her knees to join her trousers. Her mound is completely shaven giving an unobstructed view of her slit and the puffy lips further underneath. He reaches out and touches her pubic mound causing her to jerk within the frame. Tony pushes a finger into her slit, allowing it to slide down between the folds of her Labia. He runs it back and forth a few times and withdraws it to his face, slipping it into his mouth. He realises, as he tastes her sex, that he is slowly masturbating his hardened cock. He shuffles forward a bit on his knees and presses his face into her crotch. He runs his tongue from as low down as he can get all the way up in a continuous motion. He repeats this for several minutes savouring her taste, trying each time to get his tongue as far into the folds as possible. Without warning his climax arrives and his back arches as he shoots his load all over the carpet and Sarah’s shoe. Christ, it’s been a long time He thinks.
Tony walks into the basement naked and twirling a large pair of scissors. He stops at the sight of his captive. Sarah stands in the frame, her blouse open, trousers and panties pulled down to her knees, her sex on full display. He walks directly to her and cuts away the blouse. He quickly discards the bra, after cutting the shoulder and back straps, and moves round to the front to look at her breasts for the first time. He cups them both and is impressed by their size and firmness. He continues to knead them for a while before leaning down to circle his tongue around a nipple, he sucks it into his mouth and is surprised at how big it becomes. He works on the other one until they are both erect and glistening from his saliva.
He picks up the scissors and cuts away her trousers but pulls her panties up; he likes the sight of a woman wearing nothing but a thong. Tony stands behind Sarah, and reaches around to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples while his cock rubs against the material of the thong between her ass cheeks. He kisses her neck and nibbles her ear absorbing her writhing within his strong embrace. His cock is already leaking pre-cum so he knows he needs to get on with what he set out to do. He pulls the two pins on the side of the frame and pushes the top bar forward and down. As Sarah’s arms are attached to the upright side beams, above the hinge, she has no choice but to bend with it. Tony moves to the front and continues to pull the top of the frame down until it clicks into place. Sarah is now bent at the waist within the frame, her head level with Tony’s raging cock. If only he thinks.
Tony walks round to admire the view from behind and is impressed. He caresses Sarah’s buttocks for a few seconds before pulling her panties down and kneeling down behind her. He plunges his face between her legs and licks over her soft lips and up to her anus several times. He is lost in her taste, the musky warmth, the velvety texture of her lips. He stands, fluid leaking from his throbbing cock, he goes to the cupboard and returns with a bottle of lube, squirting some onto two fingers. He reaches down and rubs some of the lube around Sarah’s entrance, smearing it on her lips and finally pushing his fingers inside.
Sarah groans into the gag and shuffles within the frame.
Tony positions himself behind Sarah’s bent form and places a hand on her left buttock. He grips his cock with his other hand and nudges the bulbous end towards her. He rubs his cock up and down between the folds of her labia a few times, the lube mixing with his pre-cum, before seeking the entrance. He finds it and gently pushes his cock into the warm fleshy tunnel. He nearly shoots his load there and then but manages to hold it. Slowly, he starts to withdraw until his cock is nearly out before pushing it all the way back in. He begins a slow and steady rhythm, Sarah grunting into the gag with each thrust. After about 5 minutes, he pulls her ass cheeks apart to get a better view of his cock sliding in and out, but the sight of her pink little anus contracting with each stroke brings his climax. He howls and arches his back, a torrent of semen pulsing into Sarah’s vagina. He can feel it oozing out around his cock, becoming stuck in his pubic hair. After his climax has subsided, he withdraws and watches as a stream of cum dribbles from her vagina landing in the panties around her knees.
Tony sits in the chair to recover and watches Sarah as she sags within her restraints, drained.
Having recovered, Tony gets up and walks to behind Sarah. The sight of the white panties around her knees and her glistening lips quickly gets him hard again. He squirts some lube on to her anus and pushes it around with his finger. He delicately pushes in his index finger and holds it there. Sarah is moaning and trying to move. He takes his finger out and squirts more lube on her anus before pushing it in with his finger. He starts moving it in and out, slowly, and after a while, squeezes another finger in. More lube and more finger fucking see her anus start to stretch a little. After another few minutes, Tony can’t hold on any longer. He squirts more lube on Sarah’s anus and rubs a large amount all over his cock. He shuffles up closer and guides himself between her cheeks. He pushes his cock against her anus and slowly edges it in. Sarah releases a huge groan into the gag as he gets past the initial resistance. Taking what seems like an age, he finally has his cock all the way in Sarah’s ass. The tightness around the base of his shaft is indescribable. He begins the slow withdrawal, making sure he doesn’t pull all the way out. Before sliding it back in again, he squirts more lube on his cock and continues to slowly push it in. Before long, Tony is sliding his cock in and out of Sarah’s ass at a slow but regular pace until the familiar signs of climax arrive. As he withdraws for what he suspects will be the last time, he pulls back to far. The tightness of the entrance to her anus, squeezing his cock as he withdraws triggers his orgasm and a great wad of cum is propelled over her back into her hair, followed by multiple jets covering her back. Tony staggers back on jelly legs and collapses in a chair.
Before he leaves, he pushes the frame upright, locking it in position and pulls up Sarah’s soaked panties. As he walks up the stairs, he stops and looks over, smiling to himself at the sight below.
Day 6
The next morning Tony has been preparing for the release phase before walking into the basement for one last time with Sarah. He goes through his routine of groping her ass and breasts before cutting off her panties. He stands in front of her, fingering her vagina while kissing her neck and breasts. He is already hard and slips off his clothes. He drags over a weight lifting bench and places it behind Sarah before pulling two different pins on the frame. This time, the whole thing pivots and he has to pull the bench underneath as it rotates, to support Sarah’s weight. She is now lying on her back, legs and arms splayed out by the frame.
Tony climbs inside the frame and positions himself between Sarah’s legs. He leans forward and fondles her breasts before sucking on her nipples until they stand up like bullets, his cock rubbing against the softness of her mound. He stands up and rubs some lube on his throbbing cock and rubs Sarah’s plump labia. He grips his cock near the base and guides it gently into her soft vagina as far he can. He gets into a steady rhythm while watching Sarah’s large breasts wiggle with each thrust, she moans but does not struggle. After several minutes, he withdraws and pulls the other pins on the frame that cause it to hinge in the middle. He lifts the foot end of the frame, taking with it, Sarah’s legs. Sarah is still laying on her back retained by the frame but with her legs raised and held apart.
Tony resumes his position and is pleased to see that, as planned, Sarah’s anus is more exposed. He applies a blob of lube to it and his cock and nudges himself into her tight entrance. Sarah’s groans intensify has Tony pushes his cock into the hilt. He fucks her ass faster than yesterday and after a few minutes feels his balls tighten. He withdraws and continues rubbing his cock between her soft, wet lips until he releases a stream of cum across her stomach. Completely spent, Tony gets dressed and places Sarah’s cut up clothes in a bag which he takes out of the basement.
That evening, Tony returns to the basement and uncuffs Sarah’s legs so he can slip on some jogging bottoms. He re-cuffs her legs and uncuffs her wrists. There is no struggle as he pulls a hoodie over her head and slips her arms in the holes. Instead of cuffing her to the frame, he applies Plasticuffs to her wrists behind her back. He then uncuffs her legs and drags her up. “Walk”.
He leads her up the stairs and pushes her in to the van. This time, not bothering to hide her in the void. After about an hour, he stops the van in a layby on the edge of some woods and climbs into the back with her. The side door slides open and he manoeuvres her to the edge so she is sitting with her feet dangling out. Tony places his hand on her head and simply says “look forward.” With that, he removes the blindfold, slices the Plasticuffs and pushes her away from the van.
As she stumbles forward, Sarah looks back and can see Tony climbing into the front of the van. He looks at her, she sees his face and their eyes meet.
Tony turns the engine off and reaches behind to grab the bag containing Sarah’s clothes and places it on the middle passenger seat. On top of the clothes, he places her ID card.
He looks up as the door opens and Sarah climbs in to the remaining passenger seat.
“So how was that?” She asks, smiling. “I have to say, it was one of the most unusual scenarios I’ve catered for.”
“It was perfect. I know how it must have seemed, but I just don’t have any luck with Escorts. Once they see my face…” Tony trails off. “And the rest of it, well, I just wanted to be in complete control of the situation. I didn’t want there to be any social interaction that I always seem to mess up”
“No need to explain, it was actually quite exciting, not knowing when or where it was going to happen. Tell me though, why go to such extremes in the planning? You know, the stalking and watching and the hyper realistic ‘snatch’!?” Sarah asks with a quizzical look.
“Well, that’s related to my previous employment many years ago. I just wanted to see if I still had the skills.” Tony stares through her into the distance. “The less said about that, the better, I guess.”
“Anyway, like I said, I know it was a strange request, but that’s why I sought out the niche services provided by your agency. The cash is in the bag with an extra 100 to replace the clothes.”
“Thankyou” Sarah said as she turned to get out. As she jumped down and turned around, she looked up at Tony. “You know, your face isn’t as bad as you think it is. You’re actually quite handsome in a rugged way.” With that, she shut the door and strode of into woods towards her house. -->
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