Her phone buzzed and she lazily rolled over and grabbed it from her bedside table. She blinked her eyes a few times to clear them, to enable her to read the text that had come in. It would be one of the girls flaking on tonight.
“Hi, it’s Rob. What are you doing today?”
Tammy rolled her eyes, then typed back, “Nothing until tonight, when I am going out with friends.”
She threw the phone on the bed, wondering what depravity would be requested now, as she lay back down.
Quite quickly her phone buzzed again, there was an image on it that she loved, but would never admit that was the case. It was her panties wrapped around a rock-hard cock, with cum all over them. The cock had a good girth, but she didn’t think it was that long, judging by the porn she watched. She felt arousal course through her body. However the phone buzzed again, and there was a text with it.
“Do you want to have some real fun today?” She read Rob’s words several times. Part of her wanted this little piece of fun to go away now, but a much bigger part wanted to find out where it went.
“Maybe. What do you have in mind?” she texted back after a minute of thinking about it.
The three dots appeared for a long time then the text popped up, “If you do, then go to the station at 10 a.m. It is only a few minutes’ walk from you. At the bottom of the car park will be a blue sports car. Go to it and get in the rear passenger side door. A man called Alan will be waiting for you.”
Tammy’s heart had started to beat a little faster as she replied, “Why should I?”
Quickly a response came from Rob. “To find out where your fantasy goes, and because I can still text your mum.”
The texting her mum thing was getting old, but he was right. She did want to find out where her fantasy went, so she texted back, “Fine I will be there.”
Tammy only had 35 minutes; she moved quickly in her naked state to the bathroom. She could hear her parents downstairs, so no chance of being caught naked on the landing. Her stepdad had once, about a year ago, and he had never looked at her the same since. She quickly showered, and in a bathrobe, ran back to her bedroom.
She dressed as fast as she could, black thong and matching bra, the same short black leather skirt from yesterday, a white V-neck t-shirt that barely hid her black bra and a denim jacket. She slipped on the same mid-heel black shoes from yesterday, then took them off. White sneaker socks came out the drawer and were on in a flash, then the white and pink Nikes that went with this outfit. Tammy liked the idea of being able to run if required, and even with that thought in her head, the amazing stupidity of what she was about to do did not occur to her until later that night.
With a piece of toast in one hand and her phone in the other, she shouted, “I will see you later,” into the room her parents were in, and shot out the front door. She had 8 minutes to get to the station.
Tammy had walked quickly and was very slightly breathless as she got to the station. She turned into the car park, and walked towards the back; a blue car was parked in one of the spaces in the empty part of the car park but she could not see it properly.
She approached it slowly; it was one of those new electric Porsches, with very black windows in the rear half of the car. But she could see the driver, and he was a man in his mid-forties, short brown hair, with flecks of grey, and a happy-looking round face. He turned as she walked to the back of the car and opened the door.
“Alan?” she said cautiously.
“Yes,” he replied, and she got in, to see a mobile phone facing her, clearly filming her.
“Can you confirm you are Tammy Day?” he asked.
“I am Tamara Day, yes,” she replied
“And you are here because you have an agreement with Rob Jones, and have consented to everything that will happen today?” Alan continued.
Tammy thought about that. She did not actually know Rob’s surname, and she had no idea what was going to happen. So, how could she consent? But she guessed if she said anything other than ‘yes’ at this point, everything would stop.
“Yes,” she simply said.
“You are over 18,” came the next question.
“Yes, I turned 18 yesterday,” she replied.
The man stopped recording and put the phone down. He turned more towards her, and said, “Please can you turn around back to me and put your hands behind your back?” Tammy complied, and was surprised when handcuffs were put on her. She was about to complain, but it was bloody obvious what was going to happen if she had stopped and thought about it before complying, so instead of speaking she admonished herself inside her head for not thinking.
“You can sit back now,” Alan said, as he started to get out of the car. She sat back into the seat, arms a little uncomfortable behind her, and watched him walk around the car to her door.
He opened the door, and said, “I am going to put a hood on you; can’t have you seeing where we are going. Then I will put your seatbelt on.”
“OK,” she said, a little concerned, but not much she could do about it now. The hood slipped over her head. It was a very heavy material; everything went very black, and it was unnerving when he bent across her to put the seatbelt in. Then the door closed. She listened as he got back in the driver’s seat and closed his door, then silently they moved off. Once they were out of the car park the car moved incredibly quickly, the sound more like a jet engine than anything else, but the speed was very disorientating and it was less than a minute before she had lost track of where she was.
When Alan spoke, it made her jump. “Rob told me about you last night. It was very interesting,” he began, but she did not know how to respond, so he continued. “When you are dropped off later, I will be surprised if you are able to walk, and there is nothing you can do now to stop that.”
The words cut into Tammy, when it dawned on her that right now nobody knew where she was, and she was tied up, at the mercy of this man that she had no idea who he was. She was getting very aroused, but at the same time, fear was building. She had no clue what was in store.
When the car stopped, she had no idea where she was. She could not deny the excitement that she felt, but that was heavily coloured with a fear that she had been incredibly stupid. But the door opened quickly, and the fear dropped away a lot when Rob’s voice said, “Come on, out of there.”
Her seatbelt was undone and she was half-guided and half-forced out the car. Then a few steps, and she could tell straightaway that she was inside, followed by more footsteps, then a house door closed.
“Where am I, and what are you going to do?” Tammy asked, a nervous twang to her voice.
“You are at my house,” said Alan. “I have a setup that suits today.”