A Womans Seduction of A Man
As might be expected, it was a fantastic day. Rena had picked up her personal belongings at the custody station and signed the receipt. Now she stood just outside the gate and saw her sister in law, Terry, waving to her. She carried the small bag, clutching it to her bosom as she hurried to the car. It had been an agonizing five and a half years. Prison time isn't ever easy, and especially not when each day was as boring as the one before.
Sliding into the passenger side seat, she looked over at the back seat. Yes it was there. The small bag that held all the things she had asked for. She smiled to herself and leaned back, reminiscing.
At nineteen it was a foolish thing to do, but the profits were probably worth the time she spent in prison, and now at twenty five she could be considered wealthy. That is if she could recover her money without the insurance company getting their hands on it.
Rena had scammed her company out of close to two million dollars and because she never ratted on her cohort or told where she had moved the cash, she wouldn't accept a plea bargain, and so had served her full sentence. She also avoided probation restrictions. She was as free as she could be after serving her full sentence.
Oh she knew they would keep trying. The last month in prison she was put in with a young woman named Kylie whom she suspected was a plant by the insurance company. Wary of the young woman's prying questions, she never really got close to her even though the young woman tried desperately to start a lesbian relationship. Being wary, Rena had been avoiding those kinds of involvements ever since she had been there.
If she had let herself get involved it would have been impossible. Lesbians want lovers, and Rena was bi and could never do without a man. To keep herself solo and keep her sanity, she created a fantasy love affair.
Rena was highly sexed. "Horny as hell," as one of her cell mates had confided to her friends. In the beginning she was shy about masturbating with people so near by but as time went on she realized that it was actually encouraged by the prison staff. But still it was difficult to get off with another woman in the cell. But after a while any pretense of modesty was abandoned, and she would just roll over, face the wall and using her fingers, get her twice daily release.
It was during her third year when she was in the lounge that she saw this good looking guy on television. He was on one of those televised sport fishing shows and was discussing fishing gear. Apparently he owned some big company that manufactured that sort of stuff. She began fantasizing about him and soon Brad Hunter became her imagined lover.
She searched the sports magazines and found out all she could about him. An avid fresh water fisherman and being involved in that sort of thing, he was often featured in those publications. A bit of research in the library and with the help of her sister in law she finally was able to learn everything there was to know about him. Where he lived, who he socialized with and the fact that he liked his women, lots of them.
So Bradley Hunter and Rena became lovers, if only in her mind. Now her spray powder can, a rather long canister with a rounded cap became her night time lover. She could orgasm in a matter of minutes by slipping it deep inside her vagina and working it in and out as she massaged her clit while imagining that it was her, "Brad," taking her.
About once a month she would bribe one of the guards to put her in solitary for a night. There she could do things to her body that would have certainly invited the all the dykes to pounce her if word ever got out. Things that she dreamed that she and Brad would do. By the time she was returned to her regular cell, she was completely exhausted and satisfied.
Her sister in law broke the silence. "Where to honey? Where are we headed?" Rena turned her head slowly and answered. "Head for Lake Gwenevere, Terry. And make sure no one's following us."
Terry stared into the rear view mirror. "I don't see anyone yet. Can I ask you something Rena? What the hell are you going to do with the stuff you had me get? I can understand the gun, but what's with all the bondage things and sex toys."
Rena smiled to herself before answering. "Well honey, I kept quiet about your helping me rip off the firm, and I never let them know how we did it. That kept you out of jail, but now it's payback time and I need you to help me do something I really need to do. Something I've been planning for about three years now. I'll let you know later, just keep driving and watch out for a tail."
A half hour later Terry turned to her friend and spoke. "A car's been behind us ever since we turned off onto the main highway. It's pretty far back but I think someone's following us."
Rena smiled to herself and thought, "Perfect, just what I wanted. Now if it's who I think it is, this will work out just fine."
The sun was beginning to set when they pulled into the motel and after checking in, they went for dinner. On the way back to their room Rena caught sight of Kylie, the lesbian they had put in her cell during that last month. She was crouching down in the white Chevy that had been following them. Smiling to herself Rena took a deep breath and thought, "perfect, just perfect."
Getting up around three, the two women crept to the white car and thrusting her pistol thru the open window Rena told Kylie to get out. The young woman sheepishly slid out and started to give some excuse that she just happened to have stopped there because she was tired of driving.
Rena said nothing but cuffed the girl's hands behind her while Terry put a blindfold on her. Leading the girl to their car, they made her lie down on the back seat. Soon they pulled out onto the highway and were again on their way to the lake.
Six hours later they reached their destination. A rather large rustic cabin on Lake Gwenevere. Getting out, Rena stood there surveying the area. No he wasn't there yet, but that was the way she had hoped it would be. It gave her another day to prepare. She knew from her research that Brad would be arriving on his annual vacation.
Rousing Kylie, they pulled her out of the car and led her to the cabin. Jimmying the door, they walked inside. Kylie's mask was removed and she was bound to a straight back chair. The cabin was huge but the outside gave no indication as to how luxurious the interior was.
Searching the rooms Terry found the key to the liquor cabinet and opened the bar. Finally curiosity got the better of her and she again began asking what they were here for, and why was it important to bring Kylie with them.
The plan unfolded. "I'm going to seduce, maybe even physically force a guy named Brad Hunter to fuck me. I even have some very special things I want to do with him and that's why the things I had you get for me are so important.
He owns this place. And as far as Kylie is concerned, well I figured it would make it easier to get him to cooperate if I had a bargaining chip. That's Kylie. If he balks I'll threaten to take it out on her. That should make him think twice about resisting."
Terry looked puzzled, but Rena went on. "In prison I kept my sanity by fucking myself and cumming every chance I got. All the girls did it and it's the only pleasure women in prison get. And to make it seem more real, I sort of fantasized about this guy I saw on TV.
