Many thanks to; Jasmine27, Onyxx and The Master Baiter for help with editing.
Sarah read and re-read the email:
Dear Ms Hill,
We would like to confirm receipt of your contract of consent and non-disclosure and full payment.
We can confirm as per our agreement, your limits and 'safe word' have been noted and all participants are fully aware of your desired outcome.
We have been studying your movements and habits for the past two weeks and we are delighted to tell you that you will be 'kidnapped' within the next four days. Your 'kidnappers' will not make reference to our agreement, to maintain the illusion of a genuine abduction.
On behalf of everyone here at Fantasies.com we hope you enjoy your experience.
Sarah's hands were shaking as she took a long drink from her glass of wine. Suddenly it all seemed so real. It had been fun filling in the questionnaire and detailing her sexual fantasies. And God knows she needed some fun. After ending her relationship with Brian, she needed a little excitement, particularly in the bedroom department.
Brian was a lovely man, honest and caring. But, incredibly judgemental and boring! He had very quickly established a 'lovemaking routine'. Every Tuesday and Saturday night, without fail, like clockwork. They would both shower, separately, and then they would have sex with the main light off, and always in the missionary position. After sex, Brian would always shower again, put on his pyjamas and go straight to sleep.
Sarah had tried everything to get Brian more interested in sex. She'd worn expensive lingerie; a waste of money according to him. She'd worn cheap, slutty lingerie; but that was cheap and slutty. Which was exactly what Sarah had been aiming for. She'd sent him sexy pictures of herself, porn, dirty messages. He made her feel like she was a freak or something for sending them.
Nothing worked. He stuck to his same old routine.
After enduring this for three years, the last straw had been when Brian had refused to go down on her. He actually gagged at the suggestion of it! He said it was dirty, even when she had just showered. He was quite happy to demand blow jobs when he was drunk, though.
Sarah just wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. No routine and with the lights on! Especially if her 'kidnappers' looked anything like the men on Fantasies' website. She didn't want romance and flowers, she just wanted to feel what it was like to be lusted after, desired sexually. To be taken.
Sarah finished her wine and went to bed, full of anticipation for the week ahead.
It had been three days since Sarah had received the email from Fantasies.com, and after spending the first forty-eight hours jumping at every little sound and shadow, she was feeling more relaxed today. She was certain now that she would be 'kidnapped' tomorrow and so was enjoying her day without her imagination running wild.
Sarah was putting her jacket and bag on the back seat of her car, when a voice called out to her. "Excuse me, miss!" She looked at the car next to hers to see an elderly lady struggling with some shopping bags. "I've dropped my car keys, do you think you could pick them up for me?"
Looking at the ground, Sarah could see a set of keys. She smiled at the lady as she bent down to pick them up. "Be a dear and open the boot for me. I want to put my shopping in. But, I'm so clumsy."
Sarah laughed politely at the woman rambling on, "Yes, you do seem to have your hands full."
Sarah unlocked the woman's car and lifted the boot door open. "Let me help you with those bags."
As Sarah leant into the car she was shocked when a cloth bag was pulled over her head. She squealed as someone, definitely not the old woman, pushed up against her and pulled her arms behind her back. Her hands were quickly bound behind her back, and before she could react she was bundled into the boot of the car.
Sarah tried to relax. Even though she knew it was coming, had in fact paid to be kidnapped, it was still scary when it happened. She had been expecting a man to instigate her abduction and had felt no threat in helping the old woman. The boot of the car felt spacious, she had plenty of air and was relatively comfortable. She was in darkness and her hands tied but she was breathing slower and her heart rate was settling down. But she was still nervous, and excited, thinking about what was going to happen to her.
The car came to a stop. Sarah heard the slam of two car doors closing and then silence. She could hear nothing other than her breathing, that was growing harsher as the minutes ticked by.
After what seemed like hours, Sarah was starting to panic. Were they still out there? Had they forgotten about her? How much air did she really have?
Sarah was panicking now, tears were streaming down her face, she could feel the wet material of the bag sticking to her face. She had been laying in the boot of the car for what seemed like hours, her arms were aching, tied behind her back, and her wrists were sore, where she had been trying to loosen her bindings. Although it had become apparent that she wasn't going to run out of air, she was genuinely scared that something had gone wrong or that they had forgotten about her.
Warm, wet urine pooled underneath Sarah. She had held on as long as possible but her stomach had started cramping and a sweat had broken out on her forehead. This is not what she signed up for. She was a mess; hot, tired, hungry and oh, so thirsty. She had lost all sense of time and the smell of her own urine and sweat was becoming overbearing in the confined space. It was now a real fear that this wasn't her sexual fantasy but something much darker and scarier.
Sarah's eyes flicked open, the sound of approaching voices had pulled her from a restless sleep. The boot door lifted up and Sarah felt a rush of cool air flood the small space. "Shit, she's pissed herself, the filthy bitch." Sarah could feel the shame burning her cheeks and was, for a moment, grateful for the bag hiding her face. "We'll need to get her cleaned up before the boss sees her."
Two set of hands pulled her from the confines of her temporary prison. Her legs were weak and shaky and she had the sensation of pins and needles as blood started moving around them. Hands gripped her biceps tightly and she was pulled forward. She was half dragged and half walked to a set of stairs. Sarah and her two captors started their ascent. After her ordeal, Sarah had to stop often and lean on her captors for support. Eventually one of them cursed and just threw her over his shoulder to carry her the rest of the way up.
Sarah was now standing in a cool room, it felt like tiles under her feet and was quite cool. Suddenly the hands that had brought her to this room started pulling at her. Her hands were untied and she cried out as her muscles spasmed and pain roared through her shoulders and down her arms.
She was unceremoniously stripped as she stood there, still unable to see. Pulling her aching arms forward she tried to cover her now naked body. The bag was pulled from her head and she squinted in the bright light. Two men stood in front of her. Both tall and dressed from head to toe in black clothing. They both just looked her up and down, with looks of disgust on their faces. "Get in the fucking shower, you stink." One of the men pointed behind her.
Sarah turned, she was in an industrial looking bathroom. Walls and floor tiled, a shower cubicle, wash hand basin and a toilet were all that were in the room. She shuffled over to the cubicle and turned on the water. She looked over her shoulder to see the men just standing watching her. She stepped under the wonderfully hot water and let the water wash away the sweat and urine from her body. She picked up the soap from the soap dish and wished there was a curtain in the cubicle that she could close to give her privacy as she washed her body. But as she felt her nipples harden under the gaze of the two strangers watching her, she realised that she was strangely aroused.
With just a towel wrapped around her, wet hair dripping down her back, Sarah was taken to another room. It was an office, with a soft carpet and dark wood furniture. The man sitting behind the desk was overweight and looked to be in his fifties. The opposite of the men shown on the website. Sarah was again having her doubts about whether this was real or her fantasy.
"Here's the new girl, boss."
The man behind the desk stood up and made his way to where Sarah stood flanked by the other two men. He eyed Sarah up and down. "She's been showered, already?"