Dial-A-Fantasy
Amanda Lowe
was bored – bored with a lot of things, but at the ripe old age of forty two
she felt like she was missing something in her life – as if she needed to
experience something new to kick start her life.
It wasn’t as
if she didn’t have friends, because she did – but... She just could not put her finger on what it
was that was wrong. She kept fit, and
looked good with her shoulder length brown hair, her clothes were fashionable –
no, that wasn’t it.
As she walked
down to her local newsagent to collect her paper, she fastened her great coat
up against the coat, her long brown boots keeping the chill off her feet and
legs.
“Cold day,
isn’t it Amanda,” the young Asian woman behind the counter said as she picked
her paper up from the racks behind her, and handed it over.
“Yeah –
thanks Anika,” Amanda said as she put it in her bag, made a few purchases at
the other shops, and made her way home.
The same old routine – take off the coat and hang it up, put the kettle
on, sit at the table and open the paper, read it while the kettle boils, go and
make a coffee, read the ads and see the one for the kidnapping experience,
drink...
Amanda slowly
turned her head and looked back at the half page ad in the paper.
Tired of the same boring routine?
Every fantasised of something daring and dangerous occurring? How about spicing
up your life with a special adventure, which will be just for you. We can
arrange for a special intruder who will visit where you live for one evening
and play out a fantasy for you!
You may just want the thrill of just
being held prisoner, or perhaps you would like a romantic captor. For the very
daring, the intruder will be as erotic as you wish. When it is time for the
intruder to leave, you will be left in such a way that you will be able to get
free. So don’t delay, call PLEASE-CAPTURE-ME for that very special night.
“I’ve read
about these firms,” Amanda said to herself as she read it three more times, and
then sat back. Perhaps that was what she
wanted – a surprise, a daring and dangerous occurrence, as the typeface said?
Standing up,
she walked over to the kitchen window and looked out, then returned and looked
at the paper again.
“Nah,” she
eventually said as she folded the paper up, and went to catch up on her work...
Throughout
the day, her mind kept wandering back to that advert. It just would not go away, so eventually, if
only to stop herself thinking about it, she picked up her phone and dialled the
number.
“I’ll bet
it’s a joke,” she said to herself as the ringing tone started, but after four
rings she was surprised to hear a female voice say “Good evening, you’re
through to Fantasy Fulfilment. How may I
be of service to you?”
“Oh my god,”
Amanda whispered to herself, “this is a real number?”
“It is.
Madame. May I ask which package you were
interested in?”
“Well,”
Amanda said quietly, “I saw an advert in the local press about... Please Capture Me.”
“Ah yes,” the
voice replied, “can I just confirm I am talking to Miss Amanda Lowe, of...” as
she gave Amanda’s address.
“How did you
know that?”
“In the same
way your local Chinese takeaway knows where to deliver to without asking,
Amanda – may I call you Amanda. Now,
tell me, what is your desire?”
“My –
desire?”
“Your dream, your
fantasy, how can we please you if you choose to use Fantasy Fulfilment?”
“Let me get
this straight – you can arrange for someone to essentially hold me captive, and
do whatever I desire?”
“That is
indeed the case – do you have a particular scenario in mind?”
Amanda sat
back, and whispered “well – this is going to sound wrong...”
“We do not
judge here, Amanda – we prefer to be honest.”
“Well,” she
giggled, “I remember from my youth seeing a film where a man broke into a
house, and held a young girl hostage.”
“I see – what
did he do to her?”
“He tied her
up, gagged her, then put her over his knee, lifted her skirt and spanked her,
before he started to – well, molest her.”
“Hmmm – how
far did he go in the film?”
“Not too far
– but I always wondered, to be so helpless, how far would he go?”
“That depends
on you, Amanda – you set the parameters, you set the rules. Spanking is one of our more popular
fantasies, as is groping and stripping of clothing. Should you wish to go further...”
“I’m a virgin
– can you imagine being deflowered in that way...”
“Is that
something you would consider – remember, you are consenting to this should you
wish to continue?”
Amanda sat
back, not quite believing what was happening, before she said “yes, of course I
would in a fantasy.”
“Good – I
have made a note of that,” the voice continued.
“In this scenario, would the intruder by a burglar or something more –
personal?”
“A burglar,”
Amanda was surprised to hear herself say.
“Very well
then, Amanda – I think I have everything we need. What we need now is your verbal consent to
proceed, and the arrangements will be made.
“What, no
payment, no credit card details.”
“We take care
of that later. In return, we guarantee
complete confidentiality, and that you will be left with the means to free
yourself.”
“And when
will this happen?”
“We will not
tell you that – it increases the excitement.
Do we have your permission to make your fantasy come true, Amanda?”
“Oh go on,”
she said, not believing it would ever happen.
“Good – thank
you for calling, Amanda.”
The line went
dead, as Amanda looked at the phone.
“Oh well – no
money, no loss,” she said to herself as she stood up, wondering if it still was
just one big joke...
“Sammy! What a wonderful surprise,” Amanda said as
she opened her door, and let her twenty one year old niece come in. It had been ten days since the call, and she
had forgotten all about it, considering it a prank when nothing had happened.
It was warmer
now, and Amanda was wearing a half-sleeved ethnic print top over an orange
t-shirt, jeans and burgundy loafers.
Sammy was wearing layers – a dark grey crocheted jacket over an orange
patterned top, and a red t-shirt under that, with bell bottomed faded denims
and purple slippers.
“Can’t I call
on my favourite aunt,” Sammy said as he kissed Amanda, and held up a bottle of
red wine. “Besides, I want to ask your
advice on something.”
“Sounds
intriguing – come in and sit down, I’ll get a couple of glasses,” Amanda said
as Sammy went into the front room, and she walked into the kitchen, taking two
wine glasses and a corkscrew out before she went back into the front room.
Setting them
down, she smiled and said “well, what is you want to ask me about?”
“Hang on,”
Sammy said as she opened the wine, and poured two glasses, “you might want to
sit down.”
“In a
moment,” Amanda said as there was a knock on the front door, “let me just go
and see who that is.” She walked to the
front door, and opened it, saying “yes, how may I...”
“Shut up, and
keep quiet.”
He was tall,
broad shouldered, and dressed in black from head to toe – including the
balaclava over his head, only showing his eyes and mouth, and the gloves on his
hand. He walked quickly in, grabbing
Amanda and turning her round, his large hand clamped over her mouth as he
kicked the door closed behind him.
She glanced
down, desperately trying to pull his hand away from her mouth as she saw the
large black holdall in his free hand, but his grip was too strong, as he
whispered “not a word – into your front room, now.”
Amanda was
forced to walk in front of him, struggling in his grip as they turned and
walked into the front room.
“Who was it
A.... AUNT AMANDA!”
“Just keep
quiet,” the masked man said as he tightened his grip over Amanda’s mouth,
muffling her whimpers, “or else your aunt gets hurt. Keep calm, keep cool, and do what I say, all
right?”
“All right,”
Sammy said, “just please, don’t hurt us.”
“Go and draw
the curtains,” the man said as he looked to the windows, “and then kneel in
front of the couch, head down, hands behind your back.”
“all right,
all right, just stay calm,” Sammy said as she walked over and pulled the
curtains closed, then knelt in front of the couch, her head to the side as the
intruder pushed Amanda over.
“On your
knees as well,” he said as Amanda stumbled over, kneeling beside Sammy and
looking at her as she said “I couldn’t stop him, Sammy – I’m sorry, I’m so so
sorry...”
“It’s all
right, Aunt,” Sammy said quietly, “let him rob us, and then he can get out of
here...”
“Be quiet,”
the man said as he put the bag down, and opened it, kneeling behind Amanda as
he pulled her arms behind her back, crossing her wrists and holding them in one
hand.
“What
are... Oh god, please, no,” Amanda
whispered as she felt the rope encircling her wrists, and then pulling them
together, the rope going around and between them before it was tied off. She tried to find the knot, or the ends,
feeling with her long fingers, but they were out of reach.
“Why are you
doing this to us,” Sammy said as the masked man tied her wrists together as
tightly.
“I’m robbing
the house,” he growled as he crossed the ankles of both of them, and started to
bind them tightly as well, “so I need to keep you two in one place where you
can’t get in my way. Does that sound
reasonable, sensible – as if you had a say in the matter.”
“Just don’t
hurt us,” Amanda said as she tried to move her legs, and then gave out a call
of “Hmgsnnn” as he pulled a rolled up bandana into her mouth, pulling the
corners back as he tied the ends together at the base of her neck.
“Hnnnn,”
Sammy said as she was gagged with a second bandana, before the intruder gave
them both a light smack on the bottom.
“Don’t move,”
he said as he left the room, and went up the staircase, Amanda and Sammy
looking at each other. She could not
quite believe this was happening – she was tied up, gagged, an intruder looking
through her things, and Sammy was caught up in it as well...
“Rulrttntee,”
Sammy said as she nudged Amanda, the older woman nodding as she looked at her.
“Mbbewcnfresshthr?”
“Hmmm?”
Sammy
straightened up on her knees and looked at the rope around her aunt’s wrists, trying
to see if she could see the ends or the knot, but one look told her it was a
complex knot, so she shook her head and looked at Amanda.
“Ngdd?”
She shook her
head as Amanda shuffled over and rubbed her head on Sammy’s shoulder.
“Tlllblrt,”
she mumbled as she heard footsteps, both of them looking at the door as the
masked man walked back in.
“Nice
jewels,” he said as he looked at both of them, and then put his hands under
Sammy’s arms, pulling her backwards and dragging her over to another seat over
Amanda’s muffled protests.
“I need you
to sit here for a minute,” he said as he pulled her up and dropped her in the
armchair, before taking another length of rope and tying her legs together
below her knees. Lifting her legs up, he
tucked them under her bottom and tied her ankles to her wrists, before he came
back over and looked at Amanda, a smile on his lips.
“Up,” he said
as he pulled Amanda up and sat her on the long couch, Sammy watching as he
produced more rope and bound her legs together below her knees as well.
“Do you know
something,” he said as he put his hand on Amanda’s knee, “I think you look very
nice and cute like that. Do you like
been this way?”
She shook her
head and said “nnndnt” as she looked at Sammy – only to shriek out as he pulled
her over his knees, her head down towards the floor and her legs on the other
side as she felt his hand on her bottom, gently stroking it.
“Where are
the rest of your jewels?”
“ThrllpsTRRSSSS”
Amanda yelped as he brought his hand down hard on her bottom, Sammy struggling
and trying to speak as he spanked Amanda.
IT was unexpected, it was out of left field, it was...
It was
exactly what she had described when she had called that firm!
“hswtLRDDDNNN”
she called out as he brought his hand down again, making her yelp as her bottom
began to throb. It wasn’t the only thing
starting to throb either – as he kept smacking her, she could feel a throbbing
elsewhere, somewhere she had never...
“Oh my god this
is turning me on,” she thought to herself as her yelps softened, became
murmurs, almost sounding like “fknu” as he kept going.
“Nteee? NTmmdnee?
Whtsggnnnn?”
“I think your
little friend here is jealous,” he whispered into my ear, “do you think she
would like to be smacked as well.”
She looked
over as Sammy shook her head from side to side, but she was helpless as he laid
her on the couch, and stood up, walking over as she wriggled round – and felt
the dampness between her legs, shocked and yet warmed as he untied Sammy’s
ankles from her wrists, and then picked her up, placing her over his knee as he
caressed her bottom, and then started to smack her.
“NNNN... NNPPLSDNNNNT... nnnplsss... plsss.... hgdplssss...”
As she lay on
her side, Amanda was shocked to see her niece close her eyes, and start to squirm
round as he alternated smacking her with rubbing her bottom, eventually saying
“I want you to kneel down on the floor.
Will you do that for me?”
Sammy nodded
as he helloed her to kneel, and then reached round, pulling her grey top down
as his hands cupped her breasts and started to gently massage them. Sammy started to moan, her eyes closing as
she started to move in response to his touch, and Amanda started to wriggle
round, her legs rubbing against each other as she watched the intruder slowly
making Sammy aroused.
“I wish he
would do that to me...”
She opened
her eyes as the enormity of that thought hit her, and watched as he eased her
orange and red top over her head, pulling them down her arms before he stood
up, and walked over to the bag. Sammy
opened her eyes, watching as he took several lengths of rope, and walked back,
sitting behind her and wrapping rope around her body, forcing her arms into her
sides and her chest out, her bra barely containing her breasts as the rope went
above and below them.
Tying the
rope off, he reached round and continued to massage her, Sammy’s moans increasing
as he did this, and then crying out as he eased her bra up, and started to play
with her nipples.
“You’re
enjoying this, aren’t you,” he said, Sammy nodding – and Amanda nodding as well
– as he gently pinched her nipples.
She watched
as he unfastened her jeans, and pulled then down, Amanda seeing the damp patch
on Sammy’s white knickers as he tied a rope around her waist, and then pulled
it between her legs, Sammy closing her eyes and moaning “hswwttgd” as he tied
it to her chest ropes.
“That feels
good, doesn’t it,” he said, Sammy nodding as he pulled the rope to and fro, and
then stood up, and walked in front of her.
“You enjoyed
my attentions, didn’t you?”
As Amanda
watched, Sammy nodded as he eased the scarf from her mouth. “Yes – oh god yes,” she said as she moved her
arms, “what do you want me to do?”
“To take me,”
he said as Amanda heard a zip coming down, and saw Sammy’s eyes widening,
before she said “yes,” and moved her head so that his bottom was hiding her
face. Amanda could hear her muffled
moans, as the masked man caressed her niece’s head. She knew what he had told her to do, and as
the moans increased one thought was in her mind.
“I wish she
was me...”
Eventually,
she heard Sammy call out, a muffled scream as she stiffened and arched her
back, and then nodded as the man stepped back, and the zip was fastened again.
“Open your
mouth,” he said, and Amanda watched as Sammy had the scarf tied back into her
mouth, before he took a roll of white tape and wound it round her head,
covering her lips and the scarf.
“Close your
eyes, young lady.”
She watched as
he covered her eyes in tape, and then laid her on her stomach, pulling her
ankles back and tying them to the crotch rope, before he walked over.
“And now, for
you,” he said as he knelt behind her, and she felt his hands on her chest,
massaging her. She hadn’t realised how
much watching what he did to Sammy had turned her on, but her breasts were firm
to his touch, her nipples hard, and she moaned to his touch.
“No, you must
be quiet,” he said as she saw him pick the roll of tape up, and then wrap it
round her head, six times round, sealing the damp cleave gag in before he
lifted her tops up and pulled them back over her head.
She moaned as
his hands went over her chest, and moaned even more as he removed the bra,
unfastening it and pulling it down before the ropes pressed her arms into her
side, forced her breasts out, encircled and enhanced her as he gently teased on
her nipples, with his fingers...
And then with
his lips, as he pushed her onto her back on the couch, pulling, sucking, shocks
running through her as he worked her chest, and then moved down, her belly
pushed up by her to meet his tongue as he pulled her jeans down, her panties
down, his lips moving down and kissing where no one had ever kissed her before.
“HMSSGGDDDD”
she cried out as he looked at her, and said “close your eyes...”
When she
opened her eyes, the warmth slowly, slowly ebbing away as she panted through
her nose, she saw him pick up his bag and head for the door, leaving a letter
on the coffee table next to the glasses of wine. She also noticed the knife and scissors left
there, as she slowly calmed herself, listening to Sammy’s pants and moans
before she started to sit herself up, and looked at the means of escape.
It took her a
while to make her way onto her knees, a while longer to shuffle over and cut
the knife where she could use it on her wrist ropes, slowly using them until
they parted, and she was able to work her arms round, and start to untie her
legs.
The clock was
at ten as she managed to finally release Sammy, the young woman gasping as she
said “Aunt Amanda, what happened tonight?”
“I’ll tell
you – when we’ve cleaned ourselves up.
Stay tonight Sammy – I have a story to tell you.”
Half an hour
later, Amanda sipped her wine as she watched Sammy read the letter.
“They’ve
taken some money as payment from my credit card – but Sammy, you were never
meant to be part of this.”
“It’s all
right,” Sammy said with a smile as she handed the letter back, “you’re not the
only one with a fantasy, after all. We
won’t call the police – ho harm was done.
In fact, I wonder if you would call them again – for me?”
“I threw the
paper out – and there’s no contact number on here – let me see if Anika still
has a copy.”
“the journal
from last week? Yes, I have one,” the
newsagent said as she produced the paper, and handed it to Amanda and Sammy,
“why?”
“There’s an
ad that... Funny, it’s not in here.”
“An
advert? For who?”
“Fantasy
Fulfilment, they called them... Anika,
what’s wrong?”
“You
too? You will not find it – trust
me. Please. Trust me.”
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