Second helpings, anyone?

Pre Covid story, when movement restrictions didn’t apply ……..

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Part one of the story of a middle-aged, respectable married woman, who’s world is tipped upside-down when her suburban vanilla cocoon is sliced wide open by the heartless barbs of cruel fate, casting her into an inescapable morass of blackmail, humiliation and depravity.

The catalyst was one warm Summer Wednesday morning not long after her 44th birthday.

It was then, for the first time ever, her whole being was wracked by what seemed like an endless string of multiple orgasms, during the most thrilling and intense sex session of her life ……..

It was like a demonic possession, and for three straight hours she endured a marathon of mind-blowing, eye-rolling, toe-curling, almost continuous orgasmic delirium …. a succulent slice of seventh heaven right here on Earth ….. and she loved it.

The trouble was, it was while she was being raped….

But this hadn’t been an opportunistic, dark alley, wham-bam quickie at the hands of a knife wielding scumbag …… Oh no …….. She’d been singled out to be the latest victim in a string of orchestrated and well-planned abductions which had been plaguing the town for weeks. The gang’s modus-operandi was well established and widely publicised, with all of the several abductions of lone women having been from the quiet corners of various supermarket carparks in the broad daylight of late-morning.

But still, that’s how and where she’d chosen to park that fateful day…… far away from the store’s entrance in an isolated area of parking-lot not covered by CCTV surveillance.

She was visibly shaking and could barely walk straight as she made her way back to her car, having purchased just a mere loaf of bread. The large white van hadn’t been behind her lonely Ford Focus when she’d entered the store, but it was there now, seemingly unoccupied and still. Her unsteady gait baulked as she got near, nervous now, her heart thumping hard in her chest and her breathing becoming laboured and shallow. She surveyed the deserted scene before taking the final twenty strides to her driver’s door.

But no-one appeared….. It was just her and the two vehicles in a sector of eerily silent seclusion.

As she took her final few strides, a finger press of her remote caused a beep and a click, and she hurriedly settled herself into the driver’s seat, slamming the door behind her before jabbing down on the locking button with her closed fist, then throwing the plastic-wrapped loaf onto the passenger seat. She was safely in, and any danger had been resolutely and securely locked on the outside.

After she’d fumbled the key into the ignition, she automatically glanced in the rear-view mirror as she twisted the key, before fixing her gaze forwards to drive away…..

That’s when she saw it ….. Just as she was about to release and lower the hand-brake lever ……. A small, oblong, white piece of paper, no larger than the front of a cigarette packet, pasted onto her windscreen in her direct line of sight. The two lines of neat wording had been written in bold black letters ……

reer tire dead flat

The miss-spell compelled her to read it three times before the implications sank in …. She couldn’t drive away with a dead flat tyre, if indeed it was devoid of air. She took several deep breaths before killing the engine, as an overwhelming compulsion to check the tyre for herself gnawed at her conscience …. driving away after been alerted to a flat tyre was unconscionable on too many levels ……. She was going to have to get out and check it for herself….

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Once back outside in the unprotected open, and with her back to the big white van as she walked around to check her rear tyres, the inevitable happened …..

Being jumped from behind and having a swatting hand clamp down onto her mouth didn’t engender the feeling of terror she’d imagined it might. After all, the other women who’d been taken had all resurfaced a few hours later, alive and fully in one piece. Sure, some had wealds on their wrists and ankles, and one had had her head shaved completely bald, but all were returned without any broken bones.