Chapter 1 - Dreaming

 

Dreams can be wonderful, or horrific nightmares, the current one I was now enjoying was a wonderful one. The girl of my dreams was next to me cuddling up to me, she rolled over and began to kiss my lips waking me, and then she was slipping under the covers and wow. She had my cock in her mouth; her sensuous lips were sliding up and down the shaft. She moved again and nibbled my nipples, her firm breasts pressing into my belly her hard nipples poking deeper. I moaned as she toyed with my nipples in her mouth and then she went back to my cock.

I lay there on cloud nine as she brought me to the peak of arousal. I was now hard and throbbing, she moved again, slowly, sexily she came out from under the sheets and arched her back lifting the sheets up and allowing them to slide down exposing me to her gaze. She looked at my body then into my eyes and smiled. She didn't move, she floated up and was kneeling over my cock, slowly, deliberately she lowered down allowing the tip of my cock to nestle in her clit lips, it was so, so erotic as she tormented me. She held her position, with just the tip of my cock nestling at the gates to her heaven. Slowly, so slowly she began to lower her clit down and down, slipping my cock in to her vagina, inch by inch it began to delve deeper and deeper, until she had it all, and she was smiling at me, her finger now in her mouth sliding that in and out suggestively, and smiling at me as she sat there my cock throbbing deep inside her cunt.

She rose nice and slowly, griping my cock as she rose, and then relaxing, and sliding him back in deep, but so, so slowly, up and down, up and down. Her full, firm breasts rose and fell in rhythm to her actions. She was enjoying feeling him slide in and out of her cunt. I didn't want it to end as she rode in long, slow strokes. She began to move faster and faster, now her breasts were jiggling, ripples ran up them as she crashed into my groin, and I was floating. There was no sound just the actions as she rode him now hard and fast, her hands went to her breasts. She crushed them as she climaxed, and threw her head back. She slowed, then sighed, and began again, now she was riding orgasm after orgasm, she began to convulse, my abilities were too much for her, and then I shot my load deep into her and she collapsed onto my chest and just lay there panting, thrilled by the sex we had just enjoyed.

Those dreams I would like every night, repeated at regular intervals but something was wrong.

I lay in my bed fast asleep, probably snoring loudly, as my ex-wife would nag me about.

Yet I was no-longer in a deep sleep I was rousing, something had disturbed my sleep. I saw a vision through the fuzzy haze of drowsy sleep. A woman was seated on the arm chair in my bedroom. She had long dark hair, I would guess that she was tall, slim, a well defined bust, proud and captured in black nylon and lace. My dream had become a hallucination, as I gazed at my sexual partner who was now wearing her underwear, her lingerie and sat in my arm chair.

Her trim waist and flat belly, hidden partially by the base of the bed, her crossed legs were encased in black stockings, held up by a black suspender belt, and stiletto heeled shoes to finish the imaginary, yet visible ensemble. Long flowing tresses hung around her tanned shoulders, in jet black waves, eyes like pools of sapphire, highlighted by a dark rim, on a pastel face, a pure vision. I looked at her through half open eyes, was I still dreaming? What was this vision of loveliness doing sat in the arm chair in my bedroom? Had the fairy granted my wish, my dream, and sent an angel to make my dream, come true?

She sat motionless, awaiting my arrival from deep sleep. I felt an urge in my loins, as I looked at her through the mists of semi sleep. Slowly she arose and glided effortlessly towards the bed, as if floating on a cushion of air. It was an angel sent by my fairy godmother she must be. I waited eagerly for the depression in the bed of her entry under the covers, and the warm caress of her hand on my manhood.

Patiently I waited, I felt the depression as she knelt on the bed and then she threw a leg over me and sat on me. She clamped her thighs to my sides and smiled at me.

"Good morning Mr. Ambrose, not quite what you expected, was it? Now stay quiet, we don't want to wake the neighbours, do we?" she asked calmly, holding a hand over my mouth as she brushed the hair soothingly from my forehead with her other hand.

Her breasts now pointing down at me, as she leaned forward to put pressure on her hand over my mouth, her breasts still captured in the nylon and lace, hung like a nice pair of juicy melons, firm and perfect. I wanted to fondle them, feel their warmth, their softness, but as I have said, my hands were trapped by my sides, under the sheets between her strong, muscular thighs.

"Just had a book published, have we?" she said softly, still stroking my forehead, "I have had the pleasure of reading it, and found it very interesting, written as a factual book, but full of fantasies. 'He exploded like a volcano, deep into her warm, juicy, love box,' when have you ever done that?" she asked, still calm and gentle, her words caressing my senses, "My friends and I, decided that you needed to find out what it is like, for a woman that is, with a man like you," she said and stopped the calming, stroking of my forehead, "We are going for a ride now. I didn't expect you to do as I asked, so I brought a little persuader, with me," she said, still calm and gentle, and reached into her cleavage and pulled out a small pistol.

"Not very powerful, I don't want to kill you, but very, very painful if I shoot you, and it is silent," she said leaning right over and whispering in my ear the silent part, "Now I want you to keep quiet, and get out of bed for me, will you do that, please?" she asked, still so, so sweetly, calm, and polite, she eased up and got off me.

I did as she asked, nervously looking down the barrel of the small pistol, I have never handled a gun so I had no idea as to make or model if that is how they are sold. It was small and on that basis it looked like a two, two, with two barrels like the small pistols American women carry for protection, but it could have been a forty-five, for all I knew?

"Thank you; now go over there by the base of the bed, that's perfect," she said, "Now I will sit here in your easy chair, and I want you to remove your night clothes for me," she said it so gently, so calm, as if it were a request, like a nurse in a doctor's surgery.

"I-I don't have a problem with that, you first?" I asked her, she had been smiling at me and still did, but it changed from nice to nasty.

"Mr Ambrose, just like me the gun is silent, but deadly, please note that if I point it like so, between the eyes, it can kill, but I have it like so, a thigh shot, which is oh so painful, but rarely deadly, and then I would need to call for help, whilst you writhe about on the floor in agony. Is that what you want me to do?" she asked me.

I wondered if she really meant to use the gun, or if it was a toy one, asking so politely. I looked down the barrel and decided to be safe and do as she asked. I turned around to put my back to her and started to undo the jacket of my bedclothes.

"Mr. Ambrose, please face me, you see if I shoot you now, the bullet will hit your spine and you will be paralysed from the waist down, better if you face me, then it will be just very painful, for a very long time, as the guts heal, thank you," she said, as I turned to face her.

I removed my pyjama jacket, and then the trousers carefully watching her, and covered my nudity, as best I could do. My dream had become a nightmare, or had it? I did fantasise about being taken by a sexy female, tied to the bed and fucked stupid, so was it a dream come true, or a nightmare?

"Very good, now on the side I have put some clothes for you to put on, please, get dressed, it isn't very hot outside, and I don't want you to catch your death now, do I?" she asked, again so polite that I shook my head in wonderment.

Here was a very sexy female, her dress made her even sexier, and she was sat there pointing a small gun at me. She was calm and collected, and she was threatening to shoot me, yet she spoke so softly, asking me, not telling me, but the gun, was what made her requests, an order.

Here I was sexed up after my erotic dream and the goddess from my dream; the very woman who had just taken me and fucked the arse off me was sitting in my arm chair and pointing a gun at me, so calm and collected. What did she want?

I decided to ask, "Ahem, my dear, this is well not a dream is it? So what is it you actually want, if not to kill me? I am good in bed, so I have been told, and if you want to have sex with me there is no need to point a gun at me. Just strip off and get into my bed, where I will take you, to heaven," I said.

"That is very kind of you, I appreciate the offer, but as I said, we are going for a ride, and seeing as it is early spring and still cold at night, I am offering you some clothing to put on to keep you warm. I also thought that seeing as you were bashful when stripping for me. I presume you would like to cover your nudity, if not, then shall we go, this way, will you lead?" she asked still in that calm soothing voice, yet now it had the edge of an order, to it.

"We don't need to leave, my bed is very comfortable, but I find it better if both parties are naked," I suggested.

"Mr Ambrose, please, excuse me? I have asked politely, even though I have a point two, two Derringer pointing at you, I have as yet not raised my voice, nor shot you, but I must admit you are very close to being shot. I am here to collect you; we are going for a ride. Now I have tried, and I do accept that the male brain is unresponsive, being used so little. Please, I have tried and tried to find a simpler way to put this. Those clothes, put them on, it is cold outside. OK, I accept that is a long word and perhaps beyond your mental abilities, but to put it as simply as possible," she pointed the gun between my legs and there was a pop then a thud as the bullet hit the bed, "Now two, can you count that far one, two, one just gone pop, and thud into bed between your legs the other, one from two leaves one, is going into a thigh you choose, which one? Your other choice is to do as told, and put those clothes on, now," She told me raising her eye brows to emphasise the point.

"B-but, why? When we have a very, OK, OK, I am going to put the clothes on now," I said as she cocked the gun again.

Was this still the dream, it no longer felt like dream, but she was an angel, pointing a gun at me, and so, so polite and gentle, it was a total contradiction, she was a contradiction.

"Yes Mr. Ambrose the suspenders first, that's it, now the stockings, oh you are a good boy, aren't you? Yes, now the bra, very good, now the bust, that's it, the balloons, one in each cup, excellent. You are being such a good boy, aren't you! What a shame I was driven to frighten you, this could have been so simple and friendly. Now the underskirt and finally the dress, well done, you are doing so well," she encouraged me, like a mother helping a child.

"You don't need to be nasty, I-I am doing as you ask, why these clothes? I do have a perfectly good set of clothes. How did you get in, and how long have you been watching me sleep? What is this am I being kidnapped? A bit silly isn't it? I mean I don't have any money, I live alone, my parents are dead and they never had any money either, so what do you want?" I asked confused and feeling a right idiot.

"Now Mr. Ambrose, I want you to turn around, and put your hands behind your back?" she asked.

"Why, I have nothing to hide as you saw? What is this a kidnap? If so just tell me why? What is it you want?" I asked.

She had released the hammer and now cocked it again, "I am losing my patience, and all will be revealed when the time is right. Now turn around, hands behind back or gun go pop, and Mr Ambrose, go argh. Please, I am speaking as childishly as I can, to allow for your metal ability, as a male. I can't make it any simpler, turn around. Good now I see one order at a time. OK, now hands, those things at the bottom of your arms, put them behind your back, Good, now we are getting somewhere," she said.

"I am not a child, you don't have to speak to me like that," I said.

"Then how? I asked you to turn around and put your hands behind your back, did you? No why, was it because as I assumed you did not understand the instruction, or were you being awkward, if the latter, where you are going will not be nice," she told me.

I felt the cold steel of handcuffs being fastened around my wrists.

"You have been so good, if a little slow, but you are dressed and in handcuffs so now it is my turn. I don't like to do this really, but I have to, you see I now need to get dressed, I can't go outside like this, can I?" she said, explaining why she was now gagging me. I clamped my mouth closed and her hand went to my balls and began to squeeze them hard, I opened my mouth and she gagged me.

"That is to ensure you keep quiet, and now if you would be so kind, please, lie face down on the bed, thank you," she said quietly and gave me a push so that I fell, face down on the bed.

She took a piece of rope and tied my ankles together and up to my knees and then she hog tied me, then left me and went into the other bedroom to dress, before returning.

"You have been so co-operative, and I thank you, there is just a couple more things we need to do. We don't want the neighbours thinking you are going out in drag now, do we? So I will untie your ankles, and then I would like you to sit up, so that I can put some make-up on, and a nice wig. Will you do that for me, please?" she asked ever so politely, "Sorry sit," she said and helped me sit up.

She quickly put some make-up on and the wig, then escorted me down stairs to my car, which was in the garage. She seemed to know these things, but how? This way I would not be seen at all, but how did she know? As far as I was aware she had never entered my house before, so how did she know?

"Hum, it is a large boot isn't it, now if you want, I can put you in it, so no-one will see you, or you can, if you promise to be good, sit up front with me, which would you like?" she asked me.

I indicated with a nod, the front seat, I was still gagged, with lipstick on the gag for a mouth.

"Very good, come on then excellent, we can talk, well I can. I'll just fasten your seat belt, and I'm so sorry to have to do this, but I must also tie your ankles to the seat runner like so, lovely, are you comfortable? Good, I'll open the garage door and then we will go," she said, without wanting or expecting a response, not that I could give her one.

She opened the garage door and got in the car, started it and drove out, then she closed the door and we drove off. It was still very early in the morning; the sun had not woken up yet and the streets were empty. After about ten minutes or so we had left the town and were now in the country side around the town. She drove for a bit longer, then she pulled into a lay-by with a van parked in it, she stopped and got out.

"Any problems?" the woman by the van asked, as the other person from the van came to the car and untied my ankles and led me to the van.

"Like a lamb to the slaughter, apart from not understanding simple instructions, it went just as planned. It is male, what else can I say? You take him to our place, and I will hide his car in the scrap yard, Billy will look after it for him, I'll meet you up there" she said in a normal voice now.

I was put in the back of the van, and my ankles were tied again, and I was hog tied and blindfolded, then they closed the door of the van, and we were off for another ride, this was longer, and I was bounced around quite a bit, making my need for the toilet worse.

Eventually they stopped the van and I heard the sound of a roller door opening, the van drove in, it echoed like a warehouse, echoing as the van door was opened, and the roller shutter closed. My ankles were untied and they helped me out of the van then led me across the floor. I heard the sound of a key in a lock and bolts being shot back. We went through the door and along a corridor, I thought, to another locked and bolted door, then they told me that I was going down steps, one of them led me, and the other guided me from the back.

We went along a short distance and then I was told that I was in a lift and going down to the lower basement. It stopped and another walk, a turn and more bolts and a key turned and I was pushed in, the door was closed and the bolts shot back and the key turned.

"Mr. Ambrose, to your left is the bucket, and to your right is the bed, I suggest you get some sleep, we will chat in the morning when you will find out what, where, and why, until then, sleep well," a woman said.