Peter had always been fascinated by the concept of rape. It wasn't something he could contemplate actually doing, but, whenever he saw a rape on screen, or read about it in a book, he got excited.
He also knew that women fantasized about being raped, but then the same women were really vociferous about the men who rape women.
In his view there were two conflicting views on the subject for each sex, classic cognitive dissonance, opposing views unresolved.
Peter was sure, however, that he would never be put in a situation where he would have to make a choice between his two views on the rape of women.
Sally was totally unlike her husband Peter in many ways, and one of them was that she didn't spend time pondering abstract ideas, she just got on with life. For Sally, sex was mostly a physical thing, whenever Peter stimulated her clitoris with his fingers or tongue, she almost always had an orgasm.
Sometimes, however, she couldn't quite get to her climax, and then she fantasized about being raped, usually by two or three well hung men, and that always worked.
She didn't worry about her mixed feelings, she just accepted things as they were.
"Are you still going out with the girls tonight darling?" Peter asked his beautiful wife.
"Yes my love, I told you already, we're going to that new Thai restaurant in town." Sally explained, sounding exasperated with her husband.
"Why don't you take a taxi there and back, it's not a very safe area?" Peter suggested.
"We've been through all this, I won't be late home, and I'd rather drive, besides, taxis are expensive." Sally closed the discussion.
"Ok, well, when I'm on my way home I'll call by the restaurant. If you are still there I can walk you to your car."
"You are such a fuss pot, I'll be fine, you get off to your meetings, I have to go to work."
Both Peter and Sally had very busy days, and Peter's working day stretched long into the evening as he had a dinner with a prospective client.
Sally dashed home to change, stripped off her work skirt and top, touched up her make up, swapped her day time granny knickers and boring bra for a nearly new, pale blue, lacy bra and thong set. She grabbed the trousers that she had planned to wear, only to find a mark on the material.
Starting to panic, because of the time, she grabbed a dress, slipped it over her head, put on her high heels, grabbed her handbag, had a quick look in the mirror and left the house.
It was only when she was half way to the restaurant that she realised which dress she had chosen. She intended to put on a rather conservative black dress, that was fine for any occasion, but although the dress she was wearing was black, it was a much sexier, short dress. In addition, she still had on the tiny underwear set, which would be visible through the thin dress.
"Damn!"she said to herself, "oh well, it's too late to change now."
When she reached the street the restaurant was on, her day got worse. There were absolutely no parking spaces in the street, which was where she had intended to park, so she had to go on to the multi storey car park, and even then she had to go up to the third floor to find a space.
She squeezed out of her car, pressed the button to lock it and headed for the lift, but it was out of order, so she had to walk down the stairs. She then set off tottering on the uneven pavement towards the restaurant. Every man she passed ogled her bum, and she was remembering her husband's words about how rough the area was. She hated to admit it, but he was right.
Finally she reached the door of the Thai restaurant, and she burst in with relief. It was extremely busy, every table was full, mostly with men, although there were a few mixed tables. She could see her crowd of girls sitting around a big oval table near the back of the noisy room, but getting there was going to be an obstacle course.
Sally knew that there was no choice, she would have to squeeze her way through, and she knew that she was going to get groped by quite a few of the men. At first it went well, she chose a route between tables of couples, and the men were polite and moved their chairs to let her through, and, apart from staring at her boobs, they behaved themselves. Unfortunately she then had to negotiate her way between two pairs of round tables occupied entirely by men.
"Excuse me, can I get through?" Sally asked politely.
"Perhaps, for the right price." The young man responded cheekily.
"Just move, little boy, before I hurt you." Sally fired back.
The young man reached around Sally and grabbed a bum cheek in each hand and pulled her towards him as he stood up. His left hand released her cheek and held the back of her head, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. As he was kissing her he rubbed his right hand up and down the crack of her arse, but Sally was also twisting around so she was effectively past the first pair of tables.
She broke free of the kiss and started to move away, but the horny man reached around her and grabbed both breasts, so Sally reached behind and thumped his balls.
"Christ, you bitch!" The man cried out, releasing Sally.
Unfortunately Sally was propelled forwards, straight into the arms of another suitor. He wrapped his arms around her and went for the kiss, but this time she was ready, and quickly head butted him, and brought her knee up between his legs, making fairly good contact with his balls.
"Fuck!" he muttered under his breath, "you'll pay for that bitch!"
Finally Sally was through and as she approached her table all her friends clapped. The injured man muttered something to his friends as Sally sat down at her place.
"Way to go girl!" her friend Christine said.
"You've got three drinks accumulated Sally, so, after your ordeal we expect you to down them fast." Jane said.
Sally started to gulp down the first large glass of Pinot Grigio, the currently fashionable white wine. She finished the glass in a couple of gulps and picked up the next glass, realising as she lifted it to her lips, that she was quite turned on. Her nipples were hard and very visible, and she had a warm, moist, tingly feeling between her legs.
All the groping had definitely got her juices going and it made her think that she should dress sexy more often, especially when she was out without her rather boring husband.
The service was extremely slow, as it was so full, and the restaurant was quite new, and therefore inexperienced, however, the girls didn't mind at all, it gave them all a chance to catch up with all of the gossip about useless husbands, and who was sleeping with whom. As the evening wore on, and the dishes came and went, all the ladies got louder and louder and more and more drunk, but the restaurant didn't mind, because they were spending a lot of money.
Finally, Sally noticed the time.
"Hey girls, it's almost half past ten, I've got to get going!" Sally called above the shrill babble of her friend's voices.
Sally signalled to a passing waitress that she wanted the bill, and eventually it turned up. Sally was relieved when everyone agreed to just split the bill equally between them. Sally managed to get her debit card used first, so she was able to grab her bag and make a quick exit. She knew they would be another half an hour going through card after card, and she wanted to retrieve her car before the car park shut on her.
Sally noticed as she started to head for the door that the restaurant was virtually empty. The groups of men were all gone, with only one table with two couples still drinking coffee. Outside the street was even more empty, and she set of at the best speed that she could manage on her impractical, but sexy, high heels.
She was immediately nervous, it was a rough area, the street lighting was poor, and there was no-one about. She sensed that someone was following her, but when she looked round she couldn't see anyone. After what felt like an age, she reached the car park, and started to climb the stairs. The car park was even worse than the street, darker, deserted, eerie. Yet again she sensed someone following her up the stairs, but she couldn't see anyone.
Sally was exhausted by the time she reached the third floor, but she was relieved to see her car, looking like a safe refuge. There were a couple of other parked cars in different areas of the car park, but a couple of bays away from her car was a scruffy grey van. Sally was a bit concerned about it, but there were no lights on and the cab was empty so she assumed it was just parked.
She walked purposefully across to her car and, as she got near she pulled the key fob out of her small clutch bag and pressed the button to unlock all the doors.
Meanwhile, Peter was in a bad mood. The dinner with his potential clients had gone on forever, and, at the end he wasn't sure whether they were going to switch to his company, and to cap it all, he had to divert to see whether Sally was still at the restaurant. He'd tried to phone her, but it went to the recorded message, he'd texted her, but got no reply. He parked just short of the restaurant and started walking towards the door, but then he saw Sally come out, on her own, and turn to walk away from him down the empty street.
He knew it was her, but he couldn't believe how she was dressed. She looked like a hooker, an expensive hooker, to be sure, but still a whore, which made him even angrier, why wouldn't she dress like that for him? He repeatedly tried to persuade her to wear short dresses and skirts, and high heels. He almost ran to catch up to her, but something held him back. He decided to follow her and see if anything happened, let her experience a little fear, after she had insisted on driving herself and then she had dressed like a tart, was she trying to hook up with someone? It didn't appear to have worked, since she was alone, or maybe she was meeting someone in the car park?
He quietly followed her up the stairs, careful not to be seen, and marvelled at the way her arse cheeks moved inside the tight thin dress, she was obviously wearing a thong.
Peter watched his wife walking towards her car, and he was also wary of the van, it seemed a big coincidence that it was parked so close to her car. He saw the indicators of her car flash as she unlocked the doors, saw her reach for the driver's door handle, and then all hell broke loose.
The side door of the van crashed open and three big men wearing ski masks burst out and grabbed Sally. They pulled her in front of her car and quickly stripped her naked, throwing all her clothes, shoes and bag onto the back seat, and her keys onto the driver's seat. While two of them each held an arm, the third tied ropes to both door mirrors, then she was hauled backwards onto the bonnet and her arms were tied by the ropes.
A blindfold appeared from somewhere and tied around her eyes. The men then removed their masks and put them into a hold all which was on the floor near the van. A ball gag was produced and fixed into her mouth, and the men had a breather for a minute.
