Steve was well aware of Amy's past sexual adventures. They had often discussed their sex lives, and their fantasies.
Amy had told Steve of the time she had visited a swingers club with an ex boyfriend, about a year before meeting Steve.
She revealed how her ex had chosen a guy for her to have sex with, in the public play area of the club, and how turned on she was by the experience.
She also said how she was fascinated by the glory hole room, but had found it too intimidating at the time to try it out.
And that there had been an area that contained an inflatable paddling pool, that had been repurposed for people who like a special type of shower.
Another time she revealed that, much like many other women, she had rape fantasies. The thought of not having any control was a massive turn on.
Whether it was subconscious guilt over what had happened with Mia, he wasn't sure. But Steve had joined an app with a view to making Amy's fantasies a reality.
The app was similar to a dating app, but was specifically for swinging.
There were lots of single males, plus a few single females and plenty of couples.
Steve had created a couple's profile. The couple's profiles required the main photo to be of both people, so he used a photo of the two of them on vacation, on a beach. Steve was wearing board shorts, Amy was wearing a yellow bikini that showed off her curves perfectly. He edited out their faces.
The title for the profile was simply "Men wanted to fulfill her fantasies." He gave more detail in the description, stating he was looking for 3 or 4 guys to fulfill a very specific fantasy, and what they needed to be eligible.
He also stated that he expected quite a few responses, so would only reply to those he thought were likely candidates.
He completely underestimated the response. Within 24 hours there were over one hundred messages. Steve pitied the women on regular dating apps, they must have to sift through hundreds of messages looking for one person who fit the bill.
Steve started sifting through them, deleting any that he knew wouldn't work, guys that just weren't Amy's type, or seemed to completely misunderstand the very basic requirements (a functioning penis and a willingness to help a woman fulfill her fantasies).
He whittled the first day's applicants down to twenty, and sent the same message to each, a few more details about the mission, and a photo of Amy lying on their bed in matching black lace bra and panties. The photo was deliberate, he wanted to see which applicants referred to it in their response.
The following day he had about thirty new applicants, which he reviewed and messaged four with the same message he'd sent the others the day before.
He also had replies from all but two of the original twenty messages he'd sent. Some were ruling themselves out due to the location being too far to travel (Steve had stated they needed to live within a one hour drive of coordinates that he'd provided).
Of the rest, seven had mentioned the photo with more than a cursory comment. A couple had even said they'd masturbated over it.
Steve sent those seven another message, requesting a full length body photo (nudity wasn't necessary), giving a little more detail about the idea, and including two more photos of Amy, in one she was topless, wearing just a pair of pink satin French panties, the other she was naked, on all fours, the photo taken from the side with her head turned looking into the camera.
He also turned off new messages on the profile, he had enough to work with.
That night Steve fucked Amy, whilst he did so he ran through the plan in his head. Amy had mentioned how horny he had been recently. After, when they lay on the bed she asked
"Had something to get out of your system?"
"What?" Steve replied.
"Even for you, that was energetic. I thought you were trying to knock me through the wall you were ramming into me so hard."
"Didn't hear you complaining." Steve laughed.
"Oh no, no complaints here. You know I like it rough."
The following day Steve had responses from all of the newcomers, as well as all of the guys he'd sent the second message to.
One particular guy from the newbies stood out, he was either trying too hard, or was very keen to be involved. He made the cut and received the second message and photos, along with one other newbie.
The existing seven were harder to whittle down. They all loved the new photos. He eliminated two who mentioned that they couldn't wait for more pictures, it was harsh, but he needed to trim the numbers down.
One guy mentioned how he'd opened the message before leaving for work, and had been useless all day because he couldn't stop thinking about the photos. This made Steve laugh, this guy was a front runner.
The next day, the two newbies replied. Steve decided that he would send a final message to the remaining seven men.
In it he stated that they would receive a maximum of 48 hours notice, and that it would be those who responded quickest who would be chosen for the mission. He also told them that, even if they missed out, he might contact them in the future for other fantasies.
A few elements needed to fall into place for the plan to work. Mia would need to be away, most likely visiting her dad, being the main one.
It took a few weeks but finally things fell into place. One attempt was aborted after Mia had cancelled a visit to her dad so that she could go to a party at her cousin Emily's. Steve didn't mind as that had worked out pretty well for him.
He finally had a date set. He knew what Amy's movements would be, so he contacted the chosen few. He had decided to pick three.
The responses came within a couple of hours. Unsurprisingly the first to respond was the guy who seemed very keen. He was also the youngest, if the profiles were honest. He was 32, the ages of the other six ranged from 39 to 55.
Steve had his three chosen, so he sent them the specific location and time to be there.
The day arrived. Steve was excited all day, full of nervous energy. He had hired a high roof panel van for the mission. In the back he laid out a duvet on the floor. He also threaded lengths of rope through the eyelets in the body that were in place to allow items to be secured for transit.
Amy was due home around 7pm. Steve had messaged and asked her to pick up some items from the local health food store. Steve knew where she would park. Amy didn't like the small, poorly designed parking area, so always parked on the side road that led to some industrial units. There were no homes or businesses along the road, it was a simple service road.
Steve sat in the van, parked further down from where Amy always parked.
Amy pulled up about 50 yards ahead of Steve. She parked and went into the store. Steve drove up the road and reverse parked behind Amy's car. He got out, shielded from the view from the store by the van. He walked around the back of the van and checked the visibility. There were no windows on this side of the store, he was pretty much completely hidden from view.
He walked around the side of the van and waited. A few minutes had passed when he heard footsteps, then Amy's car bleeped as she unlocked it. It was time!
Amy opened the driver's side rear door to put the groceries on the back seat. Steve made his move. He approached quickly, Amy was still bent over, he grabbed her around the waist, Amy reacted, startled. He held the cold blade of the blunt dining knife he had chosen across her throat.
"Don't move and you won't get hurt." He growled.
Amy was frightened, but she recognised the voice.
"What do you want?"
"You," came the reply.
Amy was still tense and adrenaline pumped through her body, but she was certain it was Steve behind her, well, almost certain and the slight doubt she had made her nervous.
Steve pulled her upright, closed the car door and instructed her to lock it. He didn't want anyone getting suspicious by finding the car unlocked, with the groceries on the back seat and owner nowhere to be found.
He walked Amy to the back of the van, holding the blade to her neck. He opened the rear doors and pushed her inside. Lifting her legs and sliding her in fully. He turned on the interior light and closed the doors.
Amy was on her front on the duvet. He straddled her back and tied a blindfold around her head, covering her eyes. He took a ball gag from his pocket and fastened it in place. Muffled noises emitted from Amy.
He bound her hands behind her back with rope and secured the ends around her ankles.
Finally he rolled her onto her side.
The cab of the van could be accessed from inside. He climbed into the cab, switched off the interior rear light, started the engine and drove.
Amy's mind raced with a mixture of fear and excitement. She was 99.999% certain it was Steve who had taken her off the street and bound her in the back of this van. But she had no idea what he planned to do with her, or where he was taking her.
The drive took about 30 minutes. Steve drove away from town, turning off the main road and driving along a quiet back road. About 2 miles along was an unkept parking area, just an area of cleared dirt, bordered along the road by bushes and trees with a gap to allow vehicle access. It was used by dog walkers and hikers during the daytimes, and sometimes had campervans and motorhomes overnight on weekends. But on this quiet Monday night, as on every other weeknight, by that time it was deserted.
Or it would have been, but for the three cars parked at the far end.
Each car had a single occupant, sat in the driver's seat. Steve drove towards them, turning as he neared the end, he reversed towards the bushes at the end of the car park, stopping about 15 feet from them.
Amy felt the van come to a stop and the engine cut out. Wherever she was being taken, they were there. She heard the van door open and close. A few moments later she could hear voices, but couldn't make out the words.
Steve approached the nearest car, he recognised the driver from his photo.
"Hi, Brett isn't it?" They shook hands through the car window. "Jump out and we'll meet the others, then we can get started."
Brett was 43 years old, tall and slim. He followed Steve to the next car, which was occupied by the younger guy.
"Hi. I'm Steve, this is Brett."
"Tony, nice to meet you both."
The final car occupant had already exited the vehicle and walked towards them. He held out his hand and introduced himself,
"Hi, I'm Mike."
The men introduced themselves and Steve led them to the rear of the van, he opened the doors.
Amy heard multiple voices and then footsteps getting louder. The footsteps stopped and she heard the van doors open. Despite the blindfold she could sense the daylight, and the cool evening air pour in. She shivered, in part due to the cool air, but that wasn't all that caused it. She suddenly felt very nervous. Her mind raced. What if it wasn't Steve? No, it definitely was! Are you sure? Are
you certain? What if? What if???
Steve had given instructions in the final message to the three men. What was allowed, and what Amy liked. After showing them Amy, bound and gagged, dressed in her work outfit of a white shirt and knee length black skirt, he led them away from the van.
