Dial a Fantasy

By Kev Pickering

Tired of the same boring routine? Every fantasised of something daring and dangerous occurring? How about spicing up your life with a special adventure, which will be just for you. We can arrange for a special intruder who will visit where you live for one evening and play out a fantasy for you!

You may just want the thrill of just being held prisoner, or perhaps you would like a romantic captor. For the very daring, the intruder will be as erotic as you wish. When it is time for the intruder to leave, you will be left in such a way that you will be able to get free. So don’t delay, call PLEASE-CAPTURE-ME for that very special night.

They advertise in the paper, and Fantasy Fulfillment guarantee if you use their services, your deepest fantasy and desire will be made a reality. All they ask is you have the funds ready, and you get no warning. Nothing illegal, but there are no barriers otherwise...

These fifteen stories illustrate how they work - but would you call them?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jun 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781326702854

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Dial a Fantasy

Dial a Fantasy

By Kev Pickering

Copyright (C) 2016 Kev Pickering

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ISBN: 978-1-326-70285-4

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Welcome to Fantasy Fulfilment

I’m putting the blame firmly on my good, good friend Skybird for this one.  He asked if I would be interested in writing a story of a woman who is bored, and seeking excitement – and then she gets it in an unexpected way.

And so was born the Dial-A-Fantasy series – the case files here are of women who answered an advertisement in a local paper.  As you will see, some questions are unanswered – and are probably the better for it.

This is a short book, with short stories – it is my hope you enjoy them.

And, if you know someone who may wish to learn of Fantasy Fulfillment, drop me a line – you never know…

Kev Pickering

Amanda

Amanda Lowe was bored – bored with a lot of things, but at the ripe old age of forty two she felt like she was missing something in her life – as if she needed to experience something new to kick start her life.

It wasn’t as if she didn’t have friends, because she did – but...  She just could not put her finger on what it was that was wrong.  She kept fit, and looked good with her shoulder length brown hair, her clothes were fashionable – no, that wasn’t it.

As she walked down to her local newsagent to collect her paper, she fastened her great coat up against the coat, her long brown boots keeping the chill off her feet and legs.

Cold day, isn’t it Amanda, the young Asian woman behind the counter said as she picked her paper up from the racks behind her, and handed it over.

Yeah – thanks Anika, Amanda said as she put it in her bag, made a few purchases at the other shops, and made her way home.  The same old routine – take off the coat and hang it up, put the kettle on, sit at the table and open the paper, read it while the kettle boils, go and make a coffee, read the ads and see the one for the kidnapping experience, drink...

Amanda slowly turned her head and looked back at the half page ad in the paper.

Tired of the same boring routine? Every fantasised of something daring and dangerous occurring? How about spicing up your life with a special adventure, which will be just for you. We can arrange for a special intruder who will visit where you live for one evening and play out a fantasy for you!

You may just want the thrill of just being held prisoner, or perhaps you would like a romantic captor. For the very daring, the intruder will be as erotic as you wish. When it is time for the intruder to leave, you will be left in such a way that you will be able to get free. So don’t delay, call PLEASE-CAPTURE-ME for that very special night.

I’ve read about these firms, Amanda said to herself as she read it three more times, and then sat back.  Perhaps that was what she wanted – a surprise, a daring and dangerous occurrence, as the typeface said?

Standing up, she walked over to the kitchen window and looked out, then returned and looked at the paper again.

Nah, she eventually said as she folded the paper up, and went to catch up on her work...

Throughout the day, her mind kept wandering back to that advert.  It just would not go away, so eventually, if only to stop herself thinking about it, she picked up her phone and dialled the number.

I’ll bet it’s a joke, she said to herself as the ringing tone started, but after four rings she was surprised to hear a female voice say Good evening, you’re through to Fantasy Fulfilment.  How may I be of service to you?

Oh my god, Amanda whispered to herself, this is a real number?

It is. Madame.  May I ask which package you were interested in?

Well, Amanda said quietly, I saw an advert in the local press about...  Please Capture Me.

Ah yes, the voice replied, can I just confirm I am talking to Miss Amanda Lowe, of... as she gave Amanda’s address.

How did you know that?

In the same way your local Chinese takeaway knows where to deliver to without asking, Amanda – may I call you Amanda.  Now, tell me, what is your desire?

My – desire?

Your dream, your fantasy, how can we please you if you choose to use Fantasy Fulfilment?

Let me get this straight – you can arrange for someone to essentially hold me captive, and do whatever I desire?

That is indeed the case – do you have a particular scenario in mind?

Amanda sat back, and whispered well – this is going to sound wrong...

We do not judge here, Amanda – we prefer to be honest.

Well, she giggled, I remember from my youth seeing a film where a man broke into a house, and held a young girl hostage.

I see – what did he do to her?

He tied her up, gagged her, then put her over his knee, lifted her skirt and spanked her, before he started to – well, molest her.

Hmmm – how far did he go in the film?

Not too far – but I always wondered, to be so helpless, how far would he go?

That depends on you, Amanda – you set the parameters, you set the rules.  Spanking is one of our more popular fantasies, as is groping and stripping of clothing.  Should you wish to go further...

I’m a virgin – can you imagine being deflowered in that way...

Is that something you would consider – remember, you are consenting to this should you wish to continue?

Amanda sat back, not quite believing what was happening, before she said yes, of course I would in a fantasy.

Good – I have made a note of that, the voice continued.  In this scenario, would the intruder by a burglar or something more – personal?

A burglar, Amanda was surprised to hear herself say.

"Very well then, Amanda – I think I have everything we need.  What we need now is your verbal consent to proceed, and the arrangements will be made.

What, no payment, no credit card details.

We take care of that later.  In return, we guarantee complete confidentiality, and that you will be left with the means to free yourself.

And when will this happen?

We will not tell you that – it increases the excitement.  Do we have your permission to make your fantasy come true, Amanda?

Oh go on, she said, not believing it would ever happen.

Good – thank you for calling, Amanda.

The line went dead, as Amanda looked at the phone.

Oh well – no money, no loss, she said to herself as she stood up, wondering if it still was just one big joke...

********

Sammy!  What a wonderful surprise, Amanda said as she opened her door, and let her twenty one year old niece come in.  It had been ten days since the call, and she had forgotten all about it, considering it a prank when nothing had happened.

It was warmer now, and Amanda was wearing a half-sleeved ethnic print top over an orange t-shirt, jeans and burgundy loafers.  Sammy was wearing layers – a dark grey crocheted jacket over an orange patterned top, and a red t-shirt under that, with bell bottomed faded denims and purple slippers.

Can’t I call on my favourite aunt, Sammy said as he kissed Amanda, and held up a bottle of red wine.  Besides, I want to ask your advice on something.

Sounds intriguing – come in and sit down, I’ll get a couple of glasses, Amanda said as Sammy went into the front room, and she walked into the kitchen, taking two wine glasses and a corkscrew out before she went back into the front room. 

Setting them down, she smiled and said well, what is you want to ask me about?

Hang on, Sammy said as she opened the wine, and poured two glasses, you might want to sit down.

In a moment, Amanda said as there was a knock on the front door, let me just go and see who that is.  She walked to the front door, and opened it, saying yes, how may I...

Shut up, and keep quiet.

He was tall, broad shouldered, and dressed in black from head to toe – including the balaclava over his head, only showing his eyes and mouth, and the gloves on his hand.  He walked quickly in, grabbing Amanda and turning her round, his large hand clamped over her mouth as he kicked the door closed behind him.

She glanced down, desperately trying to pull his hand away from her mouth as she saw the large black holdall in his free hand, but his grip was too strong, as he whispered not a word – into your front room, now.

Amanda was forced to walk in front of him, struggling in his grip as they turned and walked into the front room.

Who was it A....  AUNT AMANDA!

Just keep quiet, the masked man said as he tightened his grip over Amanda’s mouth, muffling her whimpers, or else your aunt gets hurt.  Keep calm, keep cool, and do what I say, all right?

All right, Sammy said, just please, don’t hurt us.

Go and draw the curtains, the man said as he looked to the windows, and then kneel in front of the couch, head down, hands behind your back.

all right, all right, just stay calm, Sammy said as she walked over and pulled the curtains closed, then knelt in front of the couch, her head to the side as the intruder pushed Amanda over.

On your knees as well, he said as Amanda stumbled over, kneeling beside Sammy and looking at her as she said I couldn’t stop him, Sammy – I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry...

It’s all right, Aunt, Sammy said quietly, let him rob us, and then he can get out of here...

Be quiet, the man said as he put the bag down, and opened it, kneeling behind Amanda as he pulled her arms behind her back, crossing her wrists and holding them in one hand.

What are...  Oh god, please, no, Amanda whispered as she felt the rope encircling her wrists, and then pulling them together, the rope going around and between them before it was tied off.  She tried to find the knot, or the ends, feeling with her long fingers, but they were out of reach.

Why are you doing this to us, Sammy said as the masked man tied her wrists together as tightly.

I’m robbing the house, he growled as he crossed the ankles of both of them, and started to bind them tightly as well, so I need to keep you two in one place where you can’t get in my way.  Does that sound reasonable, sensible – as if you had a say in the matter.

Just don’t hurt us, Amanda said as she tried to move her legs, and then gave out a call of Hmgsnnn as he pulled a rolled up bandana into her mouth, pulling the corners back as he tied the ends together at the base of her neck.

Hnnnn, Sammy said as she was gagged with a second bandana, before the intruder gave them both a light smack on the bottom.

Don’t move, he said as he left the room, and went up the staircase, Amanda and Sammy looking at each other.  She could not quite believe this was happening – she was tied up, gagged, an intruder looking through her things, and Sammy was caught up in it as well...

Rulrttntee, Sammy said as she nudged Amanda, the older woman nodding as she looked at her.

Mbbewcnfresshthr?

Hmmm?

Sammy straightened up on her knees and looked at the rope around her aunt’s wrists, trying to see if she could see the ends or the knot, but one look told her it was a complex knot, so she shook her head and looked at Amanda.

Ngdd?

She shook her head as Amanda shuffled over and rubbed her head on Sammy’s shoulder.

Tlllblrt, she mumbled as she heard footsteps, both of them looking at the door as the masked man walked back in.

Nice jewels, he said as he looked at both of them, and then put his hands under