The Willing Prey

by Scarlett Sunday

  Modern dominance and submission scenarios had taken on a new meaning and become a compelling new facet of a loving relationship. Did sexual fantasies come from childhood experiences? Or had they originated in genes and hormones first, while in the womb? Could a person strengthen their attractive lover’s feelings? By voluntary becoming their captive or captor in a private sexual environment. In clothes, which were beautiful to one or the other as a fetish? It’s an intriguing thought. One I’ll pursue with relish.

  Tanis smiled and wondered what a psychiatrist would make of her many personalities. Would ethics stop a therapist or a person in authority? By indulging themselves with their attractive fantasy-ridden patient. If their own compulsions were high? I’d like to find out. First from Jean, or someone attractive to me in the uniformed police. If only for Helen’s sake.

  Helen had a strong leather fetish to come on to her so fast in The Eight Bells. She’d hinted at a piece of partial police uniform too. One which highlighted the throat and breasts. When worn tight with a ‘V’ neck on a lover in authority allowed to take prisoners. Shannon had liked flimsy negligees, tight clothing, and extreme bondage. Taken captive by a beautiful woman warrior in armour. Then bound and raped by her. Had fulfilled Paul’s captive fantasy, although he didn’t expect to die for it.

  Modern sex had developed into a beautiful art form, even if sometimes kinky in the extreme. Uniforms or parts thereof signifying dominance. I wonder what Jean likes? If my prey can give me the agony, and the ecstasy in sex. I’ll remain here as their predator. I’ll become the supreme sexual artist, dominant or submissive. It’ll be a useful addition to my predacious nature. Whenever I have to hunt villains and rogues of either sex, for food taken without conscience.

  Humans hadn’t realised yet. To achieve complete sexual pleasure with a lover, you need not indulge in penetrating sex. The lovers’ only goal is to achieve intense climaxes together. So, why not make use of the tools of the trade and psychological preferences. To achieve powerful culminations with a compatible lover? It’s better to have an attractive lover to act out a drama with than to be celibate. Unless of course, you liked playing with yourself. To be able to spend a whole night masturbating each other to one finish after another. By hand, dildo, mouth, vibrator, or rope. Either as captor or captive is a form of satisfaction loved by modern lovers. One, which could keep unwanted premature finishes at bay. To find oneself in a sexual wilderness would only drive that point home. It’s better to have a mechanical or visionary lover than none. It being far, far better to have a live ugly feeling lover to make love to, rather than a plastic blow-up doll. Although an intelligent sexual artificial android would be a future option?

  The mind makes the lover not the body, and when in dire need, darkness or a mask is a close friend. She’d never loved her hosts, how could she, she was their predator, and her lovers her food. If her host fell in love with her prey, which was rare. She would keep the victim alive as her host’s lover until she was tired of them.

  Amused and excited by her erotic self-analysis Tanis found her body craving sexual release. No one being available to meet her need. She relieved herself in the shower with Jean’s electric toothbrush. What Jean doesn’t know can’t hurt her. In her coming. Her mind imagined Jean’s beautiful body being in the sexual dominance of her own. While clad in Helen’s tight fetish, or in a garment a close facsimile to it. Satisfied, she wondered what Jean’s fantasies would be and promised she would indulge them. Whatever? Unable to relinquish her thoughts she relieved herself again. Holy Shit! I must buy one of these.

  She planned her next shopping trip now she had a solid base to work from with a safe identity. She found herself in Jean’s small library studying a late A to Z of London and its suburbs. She decided to take the train from the village into Dunton, the nearest big town. Motorcycles, leather, restraints, tight clothing, and tattoos seemed to hold a lure for some modern men and women. Everything had become a fascinating blend of their sex lives. On a motorbike. Freyja’s physical beauty, masculine build, and long golden tresses would be a powerful sexual tool to add to her already considerable arsenal. Helen had proved it with her imagination. Helped along with a little of my own strength of character, a little venom. Not forgetting Helen’s early and adolescent fantasies also.

  Jean wouldn’t be arriving until late Monday night, and she wanted to be ready for her. She couldn’t deny the intense attraction between them. She looked forward to seeing her young employer again. This time as her prisoner and not her dominant employee. I hope she prefers that for Helen’s sake. Still puzzled by her change of heart. Her thoughts continued. Jean must have built up a successful business for clients. I want to know more about her. What she does to her clients, where she works with them. I need to know the ins and outs of her fantasy mind. What her body tastes like without feeding on it.

  Tanis’s stomach felt warm at the thought of Jean’s hands-on hungry exploration of her bound body. She felt her unfamiliar new sexual appetite percolate through to the walls of her moist cunt. I know where I stand with Jean. I’ll let her experienced sex life take me to wherever she wants to go. As her sexual tension built, her butterflies grew stronger. She unzipped her jeans and reached for Jean’s toothbrush. Her beautiful hands will guarantee my satisfaction. Ohhh My Fucking God will they!

  ****

  Tanis dressed then walked the half-mile from the house to the village railway station. Her body tingling with excitement, her thoughts centred on Helen Napier, she said. “Be patient Helen, soon you’ll taste the ripe fruits of the immortal gift I have given you.” She went through the list of clothes she wanted to buy and toyed with the idea of going all the way into London. To see young Shannon again, but decided against it. Let her keep the memory of her fantasy night. With her older experienced lesbian lover unspoiled. Shannon found her real self with me. So, she’ll become more confident in her relationships with others. I mustn’t spoil it for her. I owe her that much.

  Intrigued as she passed by a shop in Dunton which sold only sexual aids. Tanis entered and received a, ‘What can I do for you Madam,’ query from its attractive woman proprietor. After her purchases, and some advice on how best to make use of them. All it took was one sniff of her pheromones for the woman to offer to demonstrate them on her in the back room. I have an hour or two to kill, so why not. It’ll test my resolve.

  “Okay let’s go for it, I like this one with the three shafts, balls, and bumps on the top. Also, the huge realistic moving thumb and forefinger vibrator.”

  “You’ll like to try these too Madam. They’ve just come in. They’re made from foam, anal sheaths and new on the market. They’re strong and pull right over a man’s balls. They can cover a dildo too. Should the woman want to fuck her man or her lesbian lover in the arse? One who prefers to be fucked between the buns.” She took an excited breath, her eyes studying her fascinated customer. “They’re sensitive and washable. The foam’s refillable with KY and guaranteed to last ten long fucks. The Gays, Trannies, and She-males love them. Because they don’t have to interrupt their fuck before a suck off. Rip the foam sheath off and Whamo! The soft spikes halfway up, there to stimulate the male prostate. Or the female G’spot. I do a fine line in hard strapons for the girls in the same design and material. Which look and feel like the real thing and last forever. We’ll use one of those?”

  “Okay. What’s the fucking world coming to? Give me two of the new dildos. Half a dozen sheaths in various sizes, and a large tube of KY. I’ll take a coil of soft plaited rope too. Which I find better than hard handcuffs. Rope takes longer to tie your lover up with and creates more excitement when you know your knots.”

  “As I do Madam. I’ll lock up while you undress?” The owner shut the front door a little harder than usual. “Sorry, a little excited, I think. Will I serve or will you.”

  “I prefer you to, I need the training. Use the rope too if you want?”

  “I want. I too like to practise my knots on willing prisone
rs.”

  It was an hour later when Tanis. More than satisfied with her new purchases, and a little numb around the bum, wrists, and ankles. Left the exhausted shop owner, still alive and well.

  Now a little wiser in modern sexual techniques, Tanis needed to sit down. So, spent the rest of the day, in Dunton’s comfortable library chairs learning about London’s East End and its surrounding areas.

  Impatient to be home, she caught the next train back to Hatton. It was dark when she walked up the path towards the house. She noticed the porch light out. Excited, she wondered if Jean was home. She glanced up at Jean’s bedroom window and caught a glimpse of a moving torch glow. Her heart began to pound, and one thought followed another. Jean’s home! There can’t be a power cut. The lights in the village are still on… It can’t be Jean either. If she were home, the porch bulb would be on. It must be burglars, the fucking bastards. Her heart continued to pound with excitement.

  Tanis cast her mind back to her days as a Viking Earl where her decreed punishment for stealing was the loss of a fighting hand. Theft from each other was rare. It was acceptable for the Vikings to pillage another’s property. To rape and kill their captives. Yet, forbidden for a warrior to steal from another. Which to a Viking warrior was equal to a death sentence? She’d always given the culprit the option of fighting her in a duel to the death. Or losing their best fighting hand. They chose the fight knowing they would lose. To die in battle was honourable and brought with it rewards in Valhalla.

  Tanis’s heart quickened its pace at the prospect of thieves. She wasn’t afraid. This little episode would test her new way of thinking. She prepared to kill the intruders if necessary. I’ll unlock the door as if I suspect nothing. Afterwards, I’ll take events as they come.

  There was no need. As Tanis entered. The back door crashed open. She heard fast-moving footsteps heading for the woods. Next time the cowards won’t be so lucky. She checked the rooms for a disturbance. Finding none, she dismissed the episode from her mind. Jean’s arrival is imminent.

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  CHAPTER 6

  Jean

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  Wearing the see-through black negligee Shannon had chosen for her. Tanis sat up between the crimson sheets of her bed with a book. Her mind concentrated on Jean. She could feel intense excitement invading her body and glanced up at the clock on her dressing table. Half past ten. Not long before she arrives. The flutter in her stomach changed to a warm glow of sexual tension. She threw the book aside. It’s only a prop anyway. She pulled the sheets down and the negligee up to look at her body. Then watched in fascination as her nipples, and velvet shrouded clit began to harden and swell to her thoughts.

  “Thoughts are powerful things.” She whispered. Her hand strayed downwards to her swollen button of desire. Two fingers pinched it through its hood. She chastised it with her voice and soft fingertips. “Control yourself, Tanis, or you will spoil everything.”

  Her breathing heavy. Tanis took a deep breath. Released the bow of her negligée. Then forced her attention back to the page she was reading, thinking. So, now the drama begins.

  The lights were out. Except for the soft radiance of reflective glow from the bed light on the blood red silken sheets. Tanis’s body. Responsive to her thoughts and touch. Pumped its lubricants through its swollen entrance. Which forced her to pull her panties on. Her pupils dilated and flickered with crimson fire, her breaths and pulse quickening to the orgasm she knew would ignite her body at Jean’s first touch. What takes place between us over the next few hours will be crucial to our future relationship. If Jean is all, she hinted at in the office, all I must do is play her game and enjoy. She is my boss, and I must obey. Her thoughts thrilled her, and her legs opened wider. Always she had been the one in charge. Will I be tonight, or will this be a new experience Helen has given me?

  After a quick shower. Refreshed. Tanis glanced through the Black Lace book she had borrowed from Jean’s extensive library. Explicit and to the point. Exact in every detail. It related to sexual fantasies, experienced by women in their secret minds. Unless they are followed to exactitude, sexual illusions would never work. Somewhere within the book’s well-thumbed pages lay Jean’s bondage drama or one they could act out together. Tanis turned again to the chapter on bondage and immersed herself in its erotic contents. She felt her body go weak with desire. She hoped Jean would be instrumental in playing the dominant role in her planned drama. I must be feeling what Helen felt for me when I captured her?

  She sensed Helen’s soft words within and smiled. ‘You are Tanis.’

  One touch from Jean’s hands. Would make her, her captive. Tied up and helpless. As her boss violated her host’s willing body. Would indeed be a new experience for her. But, not with Helen’s mind to the fore. She answered, “We can only hope my Helen.”

  ‘Thank you, for my new life Tanis. Paul is gone. Even so, I have you and others to love me now and forever.’

  The stage set, the curtain down Tanis waited for the leading player to enter the first act. Only with Jean present could she hope to come to the final scene of this her new fantasy drama. “Jesus!” She whispered. She glanced at the book. “Even the cover subject, suggests bondage.”

  With a sudden impact. Tanis’s thoughts scattered as she heard a car pull up the drive and its door slam. Her body tingled. Her heart skipped a beat. I wonder what she’s wearing. Her hearing tuned to the slightest sound she pulled the sheet up to her chest. With her experience, Jean would see through the ploy. Even so. Its use was a legitimate means of seduction between two potential lovers, and secured its place in the bedroom drama about to unfold. Her hand started to shake. With every nerve stretched tight, she tried to feign sleep. She heard the key turn in the lock and footsteps in the hall followed by creaking noises. Which stopped halfway up the stairs? As Jean started up again, her stomach churned, and her heart raced with the pleasure of the moment.

  Tanis removed her moisture-soaked panties and threw them under the bed. For what seemed an age, she waited for the sure soft knock on the door. I hope Jean has brought the ropes. She heard a hand on the doorknob and a low husky voice.

  “If you are still awake Tanis, may I come in?”

  With her thoughts to the fore. Tanis stayed silent. If I don’t control myself. I am going to come too soon. Her pheromones rising, she smiled to herself. She heard Jean enter and move in silence towards the bed. She sensed Jean’s glance at her body and soft pressure on the bed as Jean picked up the book.

  Jean glanced at the open page and smiled. She threw the book down. “As you are asleep Tanis, I won’t disturb you.”

  Tanis woke, her breasts tightening her negligee as she stretched. She fixed her eyes on Jean’s and smiled. “Oh! Hello, Jean. You were quiet. I have missed you so much these last few days. It’s been so quiet here. I was reading one of your books and must have fallen asleep.” She hoped her eyes wouldn’t give her excitement away. But, the smiling experienced eyes of Jean told her a different story.

  Her entrance over. The drama about to begin, Jean said, “What beautiful big pupils you have Tanis.” Her eyes dropped onto Tanis’s breasts. “Hard nipples too.” She teased. “You haven’t been playing with yourself while I’ve been away, have you?”

  Tanis smiled. “No. What’s in the box Jean?”

  Jean placed the box on the table. “Oh! I’ve brought home a little present for you. I’ll give it all to you later, every inch.” She pointed at the book she had thrown down onto the sheets. “The book you are reading, it’s interesting?”

  With slight hesitation, Tanis went to close it. “Yes. Kinky also Jean.”

  Jean snatched it up, laughed, and began to read the page Tanis had left open. “Ummm, it’s one of mine, and it’s all about women’s sexual fantasies. Have you come across your favourite bit yet Tanis?”

  “I had started it when I fell asleep Jean.”

  “Chapter Six, mmm yes. It has some beautiful fantasies in it. Chapter Seven covers a lot of fant
astic ground too.”

  “Chapter Seven, I haven’t read so far yet Jean,” she lied.

  Jean laughed. “No matter, I know it off by heart.” Jean tossed the book onto the side table, glanced at Tanis, and sat down. “How is it with you, Tanis? Are you happy with the house and everything?”

  Tanis didn’t mention the burglars. “Yes, I’m delighted with the house. It’s beautiful Jean, it’s where I want to be. Thank you, again for the job, I’ll try hard to please you.”

  Jean smiled. “I know you will. You’ve not seen the entire house yet Tanis. I’ll show you the cellar tomorrow. Ever since our meeting at the office, I’ve had a pleasant feeling in my stomach about you. Even my clients noticed I seemed happier.”

  Tanis glanced up when Jean hesitated and caught a slight flush on her cheeks. “You liked what we did at the office then Jean? You sure know how to dress for effect. You look attractive in your tight button-thru navy-blue sweater and skirt. I like your belt too. Its cordage looks interesting?”

  The remark brought another flush of excitement to Jean’s face. “It has its uses. Are you trying to seduce me, Tanis?”

  Tanis blushed for effect and nodded. “Yes. You look sexy in your tight outfit.”

  Jean did look sexy. Her dark hair the exact opposite to hers held within its shadowed veil a pale complexion. Deep brown arresting eyes and a classic nose. Which pointed to full parted lips, a dimpled determined chin, and a firm slender throat. Her beautiful dark hair cascaded down onto her shoulders in a dark silken curtain of boldness. Held in the hollow of her throat by a hair-thin chain of gold glinted a small white diamond. Which telegraphed to her, Jean’s excited heartbeat and the mood she was in. Her tight to her figure fine-knit navy-blue button to the neck sweater. Outlined her twin mounds of sensual favours beneath. Pushing against her sweater’s soft fabric like two low adjoining hills. The hard points of Jean’s breasts telegraphed her excitement also. That she wore no bra was plain to see. Pulled in tight and tucked into her navy-blue skirt. Her sweater secured by four constricting strands of soft black silken rope. Held together with a removable silver butterfly buckle. More than emphasised Jean’s slim waist and gorgeous figure. Which reminded her of a nursing sister’s navy-blue uniform. Her sweater sleeves pulled to three-quarter length. Showed off her finely sculpted forearms, hands, and beautifully manicured fingernails. Her thoughts afire, Tanis couldn’t help thinking. Jean is stunning, she reminds me of a woman in the uniform of unquestionable authority. By the hungry look in Jean’s eyes, her beautiful hands would soon be wreaking havoc on and in her moist trembling body.