Caravan 3

Caravan

Sheena, had been busy all day, preparing for her holiday. She was going with her husband Mike on a tour of northern France and she was really excited about it.

In the meantime, however, there was plenty of work to do, before they set off in the morning.

Mike had been doing a little car maintenance on their Range Rover and she was filling up the caravan with food, clothing and other items.

"I'm just going down to the garage, darling," he chirped. "I need a few spare items for the journey. And better close this door or the cats will be sneaking in."

Mike hated cats and didn't want them inside his precious caravan. He closed the door shut, with Sheena inside and walked briskly down to the garage about 150 yards away.

He didn't see the two young men sitting on a wall further down the street, reading a newspaper, but, also eying up his recently cleaned caravan and range Rover.

After he'd gone out of sight, they walked over and admired the vehicles from close range.

There were caravans of all types located all around in this posh village, so whenever they came there, they were always on the lookout to steal one. Their van was fitted with a tow bar just on the off chance.

"Look here," said Jim to his mate, "the silly twat has gone and left his car key in the ignition."

"Bloody hell, what do you think? Shall we take it?... It's a golden opportunity"

They both made up their minds in seconds and as one of them leapt into the driving seat, the other checked that the caravan was locked onto the towing bar. Then, the engine started up and he leapt into the passenger seat as the range rover rolled off the drive and sped down the road with caravan in tow.

"What the..." Sheena lurched against the wardrobe door in surprise. She hadn't expected the caravan to move off the drive. What was Mike playing at? They always sat together in the front of the car and she had never known him just take off with her in the caravan, particularly, without notice. She just managed to sit down as the moving vehicles turned a corner. They were heading out of the village.

Jim and Ralf grinned and high fived, as they cleared the village and headed out into the countryside. It had been the easiest car and caravan heist they had ever been involved in and they had stolen such vehicles before. Usually, it was just a caravan, but taking a range rover as well was a real bonus. The vehicles looked to be in decent condition. "What do you reckon this lot's worth, Jim, £15-20,000?"

"Something like that, give or take. Carl will have a better idea."

"Anyway, we'll get back and pick up our van sometime later, when the heat's off."

They sped on for mile after mile. Sheena was so worried. She hadn't locked up the house or finished her holiday preparations. What was going on?

Mike had a real shock as he came back around the street corner. Then he started to run as he got nearer to his house and driveway. Where was the car and caravan? He raced the rest of the way. "Sheena," he yelled, as he got to the open front door. "Where are you?"

But, she wasn't in the house or garden and the neighbours hadn't seen anything. The car, the caravan and his wife had just vanished. He was frantic. He didn't know what to think.

He rang her mobile phone and heard it ringing in the kitchen. It was still on the worktop.

He wondered if Sheena had gone off somewhere on her own. She could drive and often did so to give him a break on long journeys. But, it was so unlike her just to drive off like that, particularly without telling him.

He was so worried. He decided to inform the Police.

Jim and Ralf were happily cruising down the motorway. There was a small farm, mostly derelict, another half an hour away and that's where they were heading. They had a mate there. A bloke they had met in prison. His name was Carl and he specialised in selling stolen vehicles. He could re-spray them and change number plates and anything else that needed doing.

They had telephoned him earlier and he was expecting them. He had opened the large barn doors in readiness.

Mike wasn't getting very far with the Police. They just didn't seem to be acting with the urgency he felt was necessary. He was sat facing the sergeant at the police station, answering his questions.

"Can I have a description of your wife, sir?"

"Well, she's 27, with long dark hair and she's 5 foot 6 inches tall."

In his mind, he could see his pretty wife with her nice curvaceous figure and long legs.

"And what was she wearing, sir?"

"She was wearing a turquoise T shirt and white shorts. I remember that, because I complained to her that the shorts were a little on the short side."

"I see, sir. Are you saying you had a disagreement with her?"

"No, I've told you that, I just went down to the garage for 15 minutes or so and when I came back, she was gone, along with the car and caravan."

"Has she got a mother or sister or friend she might have gone to see?"

"I've already rang everybody I can think of."

"Well, we'll get our people to look out for the vehicles, but unless we have some evidence of foul play or kidnapping we can't do much for at least 24 hours. We just haven't the manpower."

Sheena, looked outside the moving caravan and looked at her watch. They had been moving for well over an hour. And one thing was certain, they weren't heading for France. Then, she noticed they were turning off down a farm track.

After a few minutes, they slowed down next to some derelict buildings and the car and caravan finally stopped in a kind of barn. Sheena was frightened now and didn't know what she could do. That problem was solved for her when the caravan door was suddenly opened and she found herself looking at a bald headed, rough looking, guy, who was leering at her with an evil grin on his face.

"Well, now"...said Carl, "what have we got here. You've stolen more than you realised boys"

Jim and Ralf came quickly to peer over his shoulder and see what he was looking at.

"Bloody hell," they chorused.

"She must have been in the van when we nicked it," added Jim. "What are we going to do with her?"

Carl was appraising her carefully, the swell of her breasts, the pretty face and those lovely long bare legs. He licked his lips.

"Oh, we'll think of something, I'm sure," he grinned and Sheena felt a shiver go down her spine.

"Let's get her into the house," he continued. "It'll be dark soon. There's nothing more we can do out here tonight."

Sheena came reluctantly out of the caravan and they led her into the house. She was sat down at a dining table, while the three men hovered around staring at her. She was now regretting her choice of clothing for the day. Her shorts were really short and barely covered her bottom. She had worn them deliberately to annoy Mike, as she was sick of his constant criticism every time she wanted to show off her legs.

The men were constantly looking at them now and she would have given anything to be wearing a pair of her jeans.

She was so worried, as they looked at her. The silence was ominous and lust was in the air.

"Please let me go," she implored them. "You've got the car and caravan. You can let me go."

"Can't do that, love," said Carl "You'd bring the Police here straightaway. Besides, we can't have a lovely lady like yourself wandering around these country lanes at night, dressed like that. It wouldn't be safe, would it?"

She opened her mouth to speak again, but, Carl stopped her.

"Now, shut the fuck up and sit there looking pretty, while we knock up some food."

Carl and Jim busied themselves in the kitchen, while Ralf just sat there ogling her in silence.

They soon had food on the table and quite a few bottles of beer. It was a simple meal and although she hadn't eaten much since breakfast, she found she couldn't eat much of it. She started to feel worried and anxious, as she watched them down several bottles of beer each. It wasn't good news for her. Their laughter was getting louder and she could sense them looking at her.

Their meal finished. Carl cleared his throat.

"What's your name, girl?"

"She thought she had better tell them, there was no point in lying. "It's Sheena," she told them.

They nodded and repeated her name. "And you're married, is that right?"

"Yes"

"So how old are you?"

"I'm 27," said Sheena, looking down at the floor.

"Very nice," leered Carl. "We just love your shorts"

"Yeah" added Ralf, grinning, "lots of luscious leg"

"Tell you what," said Carl, licking his lips. "We'll have a nice game of cards." And he opened a drawer and produced a pack for the table. "You clear this little lot away and wash up and then we'll have a game."

Sheena had no choice but to do as she was told. She piled up the plates and cutlery and got on with washing and drying them. She was aware of their sniggers and whispers, but tried to concentrate on her task. Eventually, she was finished and went back to sit at the table.

What she didn't know, was that Carl was a compulsive gambler and although he had a lucrative illicit business going on at his small farm, gambling was his main interest and excitement in life. He would bet on anything and everything, including all sports and card games or anything which tempted him. He had a crazy reputation for weird betting. People said he would bet on 2 flies climbing up a window, if the mood took him.

Carl started to shuffle the pack. "Let's make it interesting," he said, looking at the pretty female.

"First off, if you lose a hand, you have to take something off. But, if you win, we'll give something to you."

"Like what?" Sheena didn't like the sound of this at all.

She was thinking that she wasn't wearing much to take off. But, she had dressed to work on the caravan on a warm afternoon, not to end up playing strip poker with a bunch of horny guys.

"Well," went on Carl, grinning at the others. "If you win, you'll get a bedroom to yourself tonight. Now that's worth having, the situation you're in. Second, we'll let you ring your husband to let him know you're alright. And for three wins, we'll take you out blindfolded and release you in a town or village, somewhere safe, but a fair distance from here. That way you couldn't do us any harm."

"And if I win four times, will you let me drive out of here with the car and caravan?"

The men looked at each other. This was unexpected. There was no laughing now.

"Shit no, Carl," said Ralf, "we took a big risk stealing what's out there and it's worth a hell of a lot. We can't just let her drive out of here. Our mates will think we're nuts. Besides, she could go to the Police, just like you said."

"Jim's right, added Ralf, It's just too much."

"No, I don't think so," said Carl, looking deep into her lovely green eyes, "because, she'd know we'd come looking for her, if she did go to the police. And besides, we'd blindfold her for a few miles before we let her go free. She'd never know the way back here."

Ralf and Jim still looked dubious.

"Come on you pussies," urged Carl, "let's have a gamble. It's what keeps me alive."

He looked straight at Sheena. "You've got it then, babe, a straight run out of here, tonight, if you win a few hands. But, if you lose, I want no arguments about it."

"What if I don't want to play?" She had to ask.

"Well, let's not go there, baby. I mean these two might get really mean and strip you off anyway. Then you'd have to bed down with one or both of them for the night, because we wouldn't let you have your own room. So, you can see, it's better you play and try to win. And I promise you, if you do win, I will honour my promises. I always pay up on gambling debts. Of course, the opposite applies, too. When I win, I like to collect."

Sheena said nothing more, so, they all assumed the game was on.

"O.K. we'll begin" said Carl and he dealt out two hands, one for him and one for Sheena. Jim and Ralf were not going to be involved. Those dozy gits would just complicate things, he had decided.

Carl picked up his hand and waited for Sheena.

With a sigh, she picked up her cards. It looked like she didn't have much choice.

Carl made the other two sit back from the table, so they couldn't see either his cards or Sheena's. "Got to keep it fair," he said.

Sheena's hand trembled, as she looked at her cards. It was a simple game and all she had to do was to add up the total number of points of her 5 cards. Picture cards counted as 10, aces 11, and jokers 15.

"What have you got?" They asked.

Sheena had already counted and checked her total with a sinking feeling in her stomach. She nervously laid them down on the table, face up. "I have 35 points, she told them.

Carl put down his cards in triumph. "I have 37," he grinned.

"So, you have to take something off," blurted out Jim. "That's the rules."

Sheena had feared this as soon as she had seen her hand. It had not been a good one. But, it had been annoying to be beaten by 2 points. She knew that she would she would have to take off her top. They would insist on it now that she had lost the first hand.

So slowly, she grasped her T shirt at the bottom and pulled it up and over her head. She went bright red, as Ralf took it from her which meant her sitting there in just her bra.

"No need to be modest, girl," grinned Carl, as he dealt out the second hand. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of there."

Carl, dealt out another hand, then picked his cards up and squinted at them even before she had picked hers up from the table. "Please God, give me a good hand," she prayed. Then, to her relief she saw that she had 3 picture cards, a six and an eight.

"I've got 44," she said immediately, knowing it would be hard to beat.

"I can't match that," said Carl gloomily and folded his hand. "So, you get your own bedroom," he conceded. Too bad the door doesn't lock, he thought, in consolation.

Heartened by her success, Sheena watched him deal out the next hand. At least it seemed like a fair game and she had an equal chance of winning.

In the meantime, Ralf had appeared with a tray full of drinks. "No need to go thirsty," he grinned.

They had given her a Bacardi and coke and she took a tentative sip. It happened to be her favourite drink, so she sipped a little more. She could certainly taste rum. Then, she picked up her cards. She had 2 picture cards but the other 3 were not so good. This one could be a tight call. "I make it 38," she announced and hoped it would be enough.

"Let's see," said Carl, concentrating and putting down his cards one by one.

"6, 9, 5 " he announced...Sheena's hopes lifted, she could win this one...Queen and a Jack," he grinned. That's 40.

Sheena was shattered. She had counted on getting to a phone and ringing Mike. But, now she would have to take off something else. Her mind raced as she sat there. It would have to be her bra or her shorts. She didn't want them to see her sexy panties. They were, well...miniscule to say the least. She had got them for her holiday in France as a means to rekindling a bit of passion back into her marriage.

So, with a sigh, she started to reach back for her bra. Ralf leapt to her assistance and helped her with the catch. Again, her arm was her only defence from their prying eyes as she kept it up to cover her ample breasts.

"A surprising choice, Sheena," observed Ralf, as he replenished her drink. In the excitement, she was surprised to see that she had drained her glass.

Carl delayed the next hand, while he went to the toilet. Then he sat back and had a few gulps from his bottle of beer.

Sheena could feel the tension in the room, as he shuffled the cards again and dealt out their next hand.

She was nervous, but, she forced herself to pick up her cards. And wonder of wonders, she had both a joker and a King. She counted them up. It was 25 plus 17 from the other 3 cards.

"I've got 42," she said confidently, putting down her cards face up.

"It beats me," moaned Carl. I've got nothing. He only had 28 in total.

Sheena's heart leapt with joy. She would get her phone call. Then she froze and wondered whether Carl would keep his promise.

She needn't have worried. Carl produced a mobile phone from his pocket. "There you go," he said.

"Only, no details about us or this place," he warned her. "Or we get rough."

"We'll give you 1 minute. Then you must wrap it up."

She swallowed a large gulp of her drink to clear her dry throat and thought about what to say.

Then Sheena realised, that in her nervous state, she couldn't dial and hold the phone at the same time, unless she brought the arm that was covering her breasts into play. "Oh God," she sighed and just surrendered to the inevitable. Her priority was to speak to her husband. She just had to. So she concentrated on completing the dialling...

"Hello, hello, Mike? It's me...Yes, I know...I know...Well, yes, I'm O.K. I'm with some people...No, I'm not able to say...No...No, I don't think so... Tomorrow, probably, I think...I'm not sure...Mike, I just don't know... I'll be in touch as soon as I can...I promise.

Carl pointed at his watch and frowned.

I have to go now, Darling...I love you...Don't worry...goodbye."

"That was very good," said Carl. "You were sensible, I like that."

"Now, if you're as lucky as you have been so far, you'll probably be out of here tonight."

But, when Carl dealt the cards, she saw that her hand was the poorest yet. She knew she would have no chance and she was right. Carl's total was much higher. But, for some strange reason, she realised that she was not too disappointed she had lost. The thought of exposing her sexy panties to the men sent a perverse shiver down her spine.

In her shame, she started to blush, even before she reached for the zip at the side of her shorts. And biting her lip, she stood up and took them off, despite her conflicting emotions.

The men were, for the moment, fascinated, by the sight of her breasts swinging free and in full view. She had a nice pair of tits and all three were looking forward to getting their hands on them. But, as her shorts came down they were whistling softly at the delicate material of her panties or rather what little there was of it. All 3 men were mesmerised by her long shapely legs and curvaceous figure. She looked even better without her clothes than she did with them on. And those panties were so brief they were making their eyes pop.

Carl's hand shook as he quickly dealt the next hand. Sheena sat down and finished off her glass. She knew that in the next minute she would either be getting out of here, or standing stark naked in front of these men.

She nervously reached out and picked up her cards as another drink appeared on the table for her. She was so dry she had to have a swig of it. Then she looked at her cards and was so nervous she had trouble in focusing on the value of them. She looked over at Carl to way up his reaction to his cards, but, he was stone faced.

She began to assess what she had, two picture cards and a 6, 7, and a 5. That made 38. She was in with a chance.

She could even be out of here in half an hour. The thought lifted her spirits. Then she imagined having to slide off her panties and her heart started too thud in her chest. "Was it in fear or excitement? She didn't want to have to find out.

Carl added his cards up. He was so slow, it was agonising. Ralf and Jim were leaning forward, their mouths open.

He put out 2 of them. There was an eight and a 4. She clenched her hands in anticipation. Then as she watched spellbound as he put down the other 3 cards, 2 Kings and a Queen. To her dismay she realised he had 42. He had won.

Sheena felt her stomach do somersault and a shiver ran down her spine. She was mortified in her defeat.

As she looked up at Carl, she met his eyes. "Looks like we get to see your pussy, babe," he grinned.