Warning: This story contains depictions of taboo subjects, sexual acts and difficult sexual adult situations that some people may find offensive. If you are offended by such things, please do not read. This is a story of fiction and is meant for adult (+18) sexual entertainment and enjoyment only. I do not condone, encourage nor approve of such sexual acts. The scenes depicted in this story are entirely fantasy, all characters are +18 and do not relate to any people or events in real life.
The Church Fete
Mike Johnson glared at the Barman.
"...and you're sure, £2700 -- by tomorrow?" he noted intently.
The barman smiled and nodded, and Mike let a huge grin come over his face.
"Well, well -- who'd have thought."
A wicked plan began to formulate in Mike's mind -- he was never one to pass up an opportunity. Following the successful use of the stocks from last year's garden fete, Mike had now purchased his own set and had set up a stall with stocks, at this year's event. The main reason had been to raise money for the Church roof fund, but now Mike had a better plan.
Mike and Julie's relationship had always been open, and both were quite sexually active and adventurous. So, when Mike relayed his plan to Julie, she was immediately on board with it -- excited at the proposal.
The very next day, at the Sunday Church Fete Mike and Julie hung around the front of his stall and then 'accidentally' bumped into the Vicar and his wife as they passed by the stall. This was, of course not by accident -- although Mike and his wife Julie were at pains to make it appear so.
"Ah Susan, how nice to see you." said Julie in a sweet tone.
Susan Kenyon smiled back, she was the Vicar's wife and of course, quite well known in the village. Today, dressed in a plain white blouse and green skirt, and white ankle socks. Susan was 27 yrs old, had her long red hair tied back, in a pony tail. Around her neck was a chain containing a cross, and it was something she tended to fidget with when apprehensive or nervous.
Not that there was anything remotely threatening about Mike and Julie. Quite the opposite. In front of them, the Vicar, Susan's husband -- Robert, approached them with a smile and an open hand.
"How's the stall going, Mike?" asked Robert intently.
Mike gave a practiced grimace.
"To be honest, not many punters Vicar. I can't get anyone to go in. Julie here has already done a couple of hours and now she's frozen. I could really do with someone ... just for ... a ... maybe a few minutes even, just to get a crowd." replied Mike forlornly.
Robert was about to speak when Julie beat him to it.
"How about it, Susan -- would you ... give it a go?" asked Julie hopefully.
Susan flashed a nervous look at Robert.
"Oh ... I don't know ... I ... I ..." she hesitated.
But Julie knew Robert well, and he knew that Susan would do anything for him. Julie gave Robert a look and a little nod, and of course Robert understood immediately.
"Go on, Susan -- it's for a good cause and it will only be for a few minutes. Go on." He encouraged.
A reluctant smile crossed Susan's face, never one to deny her husband.
"Oh I suppose so" she huffed a little indignantly.
Kissing her husband on the cheek, Susan turned and followed Mike around the back of the tent and then inside what was a rather dark marque. Ahead of her, Susan saw the stocks, through the small gap in the tent. The tent closed around the stocks completely, leaving only the head and hands visible -- something Susan guessed was to keep the person's clothes dry, rather than the real, nefarious reason that Mike had.
Once inside the tent, at first, Mike's demeanour was relaxed and calming, and he assured Susan that she wouldn't get hurt and that it would only be for a few minutes. At this, Susan seemed to relax and willingly followed his gesture as he held the stocks open for her. With her head on the block and her hands resting at the side, Mike brought the top part down with a clunk. It made Susan jump at the sound and when Mike padlocked them down, Susan struggled slightly and asked him why the need for a padlock.
"It's just to make it realistic for the Punters, Susan -- don't worry." he said placatingly, before adding, "If you get uncomfortable, I'll let you out straight away. OK?"
Susan began to relax, still unaware of the situation she was in.
"Only for a few minutes." she told herself.
But then, she began to blush terribly as she now realised, she was quite bent over and her ass was on display to Mike.
"Are you ... are you going to go round the front and help with the sponges" asked Susan forlornly, uncomfortable at the thought of Mike staring at her backside.
"There's no rush" offered Mike with a slight chuckle.
With Susan locked up, Mike began to talk to her about the real reason she was in the stocks.
"So, Susan, I hear that you have some money problems?" said Mike, trying to sound as warm and friendly as he could.
Susan's mind reeled and she tried to turn her head round to look at Mike, realising that she couldn't - she called out.
"What? How ... I mean, that's none of your business Mr Johnson." She uttered, sounding a little concerned.
Through her mind ran the question of how on earth Mike Johnson knew of her predicament? Susan tried to look up, to see if her husband was there, but of course -- Julie had led him away. As she struggled against the stocks, Susan began to get a little frustrated, struggling against her bonds.
"It's OK Susan" said Mike, sounding calm. "Everyone has money problems every now and again, and I can help you, if you let me." He reassured her.
But Susan was in no mood to listen.
"I... I think, I think I want to get out now please" she said, a small note of alarm in her voice.
"I don't think this was a good idea, and I don't approve of you knowing or discussing my private matters." said Susan, trying desperately to sound resolute and confident.
Mike took a breath.
"Of course, Susan -- I'll let you out. But first let me tell you what I know and let me tell you that I can help you. I know for example, that you need to find £2700 and you need to find it by tomorrow morning, because that is when the church audit takes place. And when they get to the roof fund, what are they going to find Susan?" asked Mike somewhat rhetorically. When Susan didn't answer, Mike continued.
"They are going to find a deficit of £2700 aren't they? And only you and your husband have access to it, so your husband is going to know isn't he? And he's going to ask you why and then you'll have to tell him about your gambling habit won't you? Then he will have to explain to the Bishop, and what do you think the Bishop is going to say?"
Mike paused once more, waiting for Susan to reply. But Susan kept her head down and said nothing.
"The Bishop is not going to be pleased with you or your husband is he? So I wouldn't think your husband's career will go far -- he might even get ex-communicated. The church might even bring in the police, because it is theft after all. And how will all the parishioners feel when they find out?" said Mike, sounding as matter of fact as he could.
The mention of Police brought a low groan from Susan.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about." yelled Susan, trying to sound as convincing as she could.
"... just let me out of this thing. I ... I want to see my husband." she declared officiously.
Mike sighed deeply.
"Once I let you out, I can't help you, Susan. It doesn't matter 'how' I know that you need £2700, I know -- I just do. Now, if you are willing for your husband to lose his job, his respect and indeed his dignity and reverence -- something he's worked so hard to build up over these past 5 years, and you're going to throw all that away for what ... for the sake of a few spins of the roulette wheel?" he paused, waiting avidly to see Susan's reaction.
When it came, it didn't disappoint him and Susan started crying.
"Oh god how ... how do you know all this, oh god I'm such a silly girl" and she let out a howl.
Susan started crying, the tears running down her face like a river and Julie heard the howl then came rushing into the tent.
"Is everything all right Susan?" asked Julie with genuine concern.
Susan broke down. She realised, Mike knew far too much for her to be able to deny it, and furthermore -- what he said was completely true. Susan had tried to bury her head in the sand, told herself that somehow she would find a way and that in her mind, God would forgive her and provide a resolution. In truth she had only started gambling as a means to raise more money for the church roof fund. She knew how important it was to her husband and to the community.
"Yes, Oh ... I've been so stupid, I ... I mean to pay it all back I just needed a bit of time, but the church decided to do a surprise audit and now, I ... I don't know what to do. Oh god what a mess, I've ruined everything, my husband will never forgive me, oh god what am I going to do?" wailed Susan.
"Well." said Mike with a note of purpose in his voice.
"All is not lost, Susan. Because we might be able to help you. It's probably not something you are going to like but ... I want you to always remember that you can refuse and leave whenever you like. But if you do as I say, well - you will be able to walk out of this tent with £2700 and all your problems will be over."
Susan sniffed loudly, wondering whether this was the opportunity that she really believed her God would provide her.
"I'm going to let you out of the stocks now, Susan" offered Mike cautiously.
Susan sniffed once more, trying to control her tears and gave a low "OK." In response.
"But listen to me now. What you do next, will - in all probability, define yours and your husband's life from now on, so think carefully. You can choose to walk away, or you can choose to remain and listen to my proposal.
As Susan got out of the stocks and stood upright, smoothing her clothes down as best she could, she looked first at Julie and then at Mike. Both of them were smiling disarmingly at her, and she could sense no malice. Her first instinct was of course, to leave the tent. But, what if this was her opportunity? Susan winced and then nodded at Mike.
"OK. I'm listening." She declared flatly.
Mike cleared his throat.
"All I'm going to do is ask you to do certain things, and I'll give you some money for doing them, do you understand?" he asked.
Susan sniffed once more, sensing a catch.
"What ... what sort of things, what would I have to do?" she asked a little guardedly.
