This story had originally been inspired by a comedy show called ‘Phoenix Nights’ which in one episode shows a woman called ‘fanny tickler’ asking a Bouncer to help kill her husband. Being a comedy, the whole plan goes wrong. Like I said it inspired me because I quite fancied the woman, and if I had written the show I think this is how it would have turned out.
Remember, Rape is a crime. Don’t do it!
This is pure fiction, that is ALL!
Dawn had been liasing on the internet for a couple of months, trying to find someone to take care of her husband. She was so fucked off with him. He was worth more dead than alive and would be just as much fun. She had been chatting with an un-named individual for a couple of weeks; she had forgotten the idea of blatantly advertising for a killer, and decided to instead create her own. She had sent pictures of herself, her turn-offs and turn-ons, she had teased him and got him so wound up that she was now ready.
She made a suggestion to him, a simple remark about her husband, his fortune and what it would mean to her with his accidental death. He had not replied for over 2 days and she was preparing to venture out on the net and find another subject when he replied back.
His email was plain and to the point. £3000 in cash, he would take care of her husband’s death and burial, but they would need to meet.
She had met him in a restaurant a week later and struck the final part of the deal.
His name was Daniel.
Dawn pulled the car over and looked at her husband. If Daniel wasn’t going to be here tonight she would have to let her husband fuck her. She hoped he would be.
She had dressed for the occasion, even taking hints from Daniel as what to wear to make herself seem un-deniably sexy. At 38 Dawn had kept a nice figure, no children to stretch her, firm breasts, well kept legs and a firm ass to crown it all. Tonight she had wore a black dress that rose just above the knee. Her husband’s hand had kept on straying to it all through the meal. She hated the way his fat fingers fumbled around her inner thighs. He was soon to be dead, let him have his fun.
“Lets get out!” she smiled coyly at him and got out of the drivers seat and opened the boot of her car, grabbing a travel rug. Michael got out beaming, he was as happy as a pig in shit. She lay on the blanket and beckoned him over. His drunk digging began immediately. His mouth found hers, she could taste the whiskey on his breath as his hand went straight to her skirt and slipped under the taut fabric.
A snap of twig made them both stop an look round. Standing a few feet away was a man in a ski mask. He held a gun at them both. “Well, what have we got going on here?” They remained motionless. “Michael, stand up!”
He stood “Do I, know you?”
“We’re going to have a little conversation”
Michael stood, his stare on the gun in front of him. He looked pathetic, with his trousers undone, and his penis flaccid from shock just poking out.
The gun turned towards Dawn “You. Up!”
Dawn backed up against the car. She had to play along. If anything went wrong she could deny all involvement.
“Open the windows of your car.” He instructed Michael.
He slowly obeyed, worried afraid. Michael stood waiting for the next order.
“You!” He shouted at Dawn “Stand against the door!”
Dawn obeyed. Daniel passed her a pair of metal cuffs.
“Stick your hands through the windows and cuff yourself.”
Dawn stuck her hands through and limply placed the cuffs over her wrists.
“Don’t want her driving off without us do we?” Still holding the gun on Michael he threw a roll of duct tape to him. “Gag her, no point in screaming for help either.”
Michael tore off a few strips and placed them gently over her mouth, before turning back to Daniel.
“Now wrap the roll around her head a few times. Don’t want it falling off do we?”
He obeyed. Michael tried to make sure his wife might be able to shout for help, but the tautness of the roll stopped him from helping her. Her mouth fully mummified he turned to face him.
“Now, move away from the car.” He motioned with the gun to the dark woods. “We have some bargaining to do.”
Michael moved slowly towards the wood, keeping an eye on his wife and the menacing man.
“Wait!”
Michael stopped walking as if remote controlled.
Daniel reached into the car and squeezed the cuffs tight
Dawn looked at Daniel, her eyes wide. This wasn’t the plan, she was supposed to be given plenty of time to get out of here before Daniel shot him.
“Don’t want you running anywhere just yet do we?” Daniel whispered.
She tried to protest, the cuffs cutting into her. He winked at her before turning and he and Michael walked into the woods
For a few minutes, there was silence. 2 gun cracks echoed through the night and the silence returned as if it had never left.
She heard him walking back.
“Didn’t think I’d forgotten about you Dawn did you?”