Although this is a non consensual story, it's not in any way cruel or heavy. It's based on a simple idea from slave Kandi (you know who you are) and not to be taken too seriously. Please feel free to comment.
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Justine walked into the deserted country park, at least she hoped it was deserted, it was approaching dusk and any visitors should have left by now. She felt so exposed and didn't want to meet any strangers, certainly not the kind who hung around parklands in the dark, and especially not the way she was dressed, or undressed would be more accurate; she wore just her sexiest underwear; matching light blue silk bra and panties, her thigh high stockings and four inch heels, Oh and a leather collar with a custom made tag. She really didn't want to be there, she was scared and had no idea what was to happen, but she knew she had no choice but to follow the instructions that she had been given.
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The day had started just like any other; Breakfast with her husband John, a quick kiss goodbye as he left for work and then as she had no appointments that morning a three mile run. The phone call came while she was drinking coffee in her kitchen; a muffled voice - obviously disguised - told her that they had taken her husband, she was not to contact the police, she was to strip naked and await instructions. She immediately thought it was some kind of prank and almost laughed, and she was about to hang up in disgust when she heard John's frightened voice "Please Justine, just do as they say, they will ..." then the call was ended before he could finish.
Her brain whirled in confusion and she started to panic, John kidnapped! Why? Who by? What could they want? John and she weren't rich, he was an accounts manager while she worked part time as a fitness instructor, so it couldn't be anything to do with money or work, and then she remembered the strange orders; strip he had said, why would she have to undress? She again wondered if it was a prank and phoned John's mobile phone hoping he was just playing a joke on her, but when she received no answer she knew something was wrong and that this was for real, John never went anywhere without his phone and he always answered when she called. She considered phoning the police but was scared what might happen and decided that maybe it would be safer to wait.
An hour later she impatiently paced the room, she was naked as instructed and although she was expecting the call she still jumped when the phone rang.
"Wear your sexiest clothes, if we think you haven't tried to impress us; someone you love will be hurt. Go to the car park on London road, be there at eleven thirty and wait to be contacted," the connection was cancelled before she could say anything in reply.
Justine was scared for her husband, but she was now also scared for her own safety, what reason would they have to want her dressed this way, she still held out some hope that John was behind it, perhaps he was planning to surprise her, yes that had to be it she told herself. And clinging desperately to this thought she chose her favourite underwear and the green silk dress that John loved so much; it was cut low in the front and finished three inches above the knee, the colour contrasted beautifully with her flame red hair. She put on her coat; it wasn't cold but she felt self conscious dressed to kill in the middle of the day. And she arrived five minutes early at the rendezvous but had to wait a nervous quarter hour before her phone rang.
"Get out of the car...Good, take off the jacket," she looked around quickly; suddenly realizing that they were watching her but she couldn't see anyone "do it now," the voice was raised and clearly impatient.
Placing her phone on the car roof she hurriedly removed her jacket and threw it onto the passenger seat. Grabbing her phone again she asked "what do you want from me?" her voice was shaking and abruptly the call ended "no wait, don't go," she shouted into the phone then cried out at the seemingly deserted car park "I'm sorry, come back, please?"
It was the longest five minutes of her life as she paced around the car willing her phone to ring again "don't speak, just listen and do as you're told. Leave your bag in the car, hide your keys behind the rear wheel, you have exactly ten minutes to get to the red lion pub in the high street, and before you go put the phone inside your panties."
Justine almost balked at this, it seemed a ridiculous thing to have to do but she knew she really had no choice. So checking to see if anyone was nearby and hiding as best she could by stooping down behind the car she slipped the phone into the waistband of her panties. She then had to run to make the time specified. It was not so easy in four inch heels, 'how did they do it so naturally in the movies?' she thought. She was hot and breathless when she finally reached the pub, but at precisely twelve o'clock she stood at the bar nervously waiting for someone to contact her. She was very conscious of her phone and embarrassed now because it had slid down inside her knickers to rest against her pussy. She was about to go to the ladies room to retrieve it when the barman asked what she would like to drink, she had no money and she was flustered and couldn't think what of to say.
"I...I don't, I don't have any money, I'm sorry." she managed.
The barman looked at her with suspicion, no doubt wondering, with good reason, why she would be in a bar dressed as she was with no money? Justine could feel her face growing red and hot with embarrassment but then a voice sounded behind her "a white wine for the lady and a lager for me," Justine turned to see a good looking man of around twenty-five years old smiling at her, he introduced himself as Brian and she wondered if he was a part of this whole set-up. She was about to ask him when her phone rang.
She wasn't sure where the toilets were and she didn't want to waste time trying to find them, so she hurried to an empty corner of the bar, and facing the wall in an attempt to hide her embarrassment she pulled the phone from her panties, she knew though, that all eyes in the bar were on her.
"What would you be prepared to do with the man at the bar to save your husband?" the voice asked.
"I...I don't know, anything, I'll do anything, please just tell me what you want from us?" she said. she looked around the bar searching the faces; knowing the voice had to be near.
"Take him into the ladies room, he bought you a glass of wine, he at least deserves a blow job don't you think?" again the caller hung up before she could answer.
Justine stood staring at her phone, she couldn't believe it; the bastard wanted her to act like a slut, to suck the cock of a complete stranger. She scanned the bar again but there was no way of knowing who the voice belonged to but she knew she was being watched. She wouldn't do it, she couldn't do it, but then she knew she had no choice, she couldn't let any harm come to her husband.
Steeling herself she tucked the phone back into her knickers and looked over at Brian, he seemed nice and he didn't look like a kidnapper, but then what does a kidnapper look like? She returned to where he waited and she sipped her wine nervously as he made small talk.
