An erotic fantasy: Night Prowler
Chapter 1a: Action
"My god. I've done it," I thought to myself.
Looking in both directions to see only the lonely country dirt
road illuminated by the moonlight my breathing slowed for a brief
moment before the adrenaline kicked in again. I resisted the urge
to pace, to panic actually. It was clear enough that I had not
been followed. I know in my own mind there had been no witness to
the events earlier back in town. I know there had been no traces
left at the scene. I know the years of careful planning would be
there to protect me. My pulse and breathing raced still.
I forced myself to sit on my trunk as I continued to look at the
horizons for headlights. I had pulled my car right over the hill
out of sight before walking back to lock the gate. It was out of
sight even if there were traffic. Only my chest up would be
visible in the dim moonlight and of course I would retreat if
there were signs of life. There were none. It is 3:21 AM. The
world is asleep except for me this early Wednesday morning.
I lit a joint and began to get a buzz while enjoying the sounds of
the wee hours of the morning. It was the sounds of nature,
crickets, frogs, small animals scurrying about and an owl. There
were no sounds of man. No airplane or automobile or any other
sounds were audible. The selection of this location had taken two
years of looking at properties. It is ideal, located on an 8 mile
long dirt road that only has three houses on it, the closest being
6 miles away and none of which are visible from the dirt road. I
guess that we all are fiercely private people, since I had yet to
meet any of my neighbors on the road. Perhaps they are only camp
houses, I'm not sure, but the locale is perfect.
My place is surrounded by national forests, so there is no
chance of any new construction. It is beautiful and isolated.
It is a 1880 acre tract of land that went fairly cheap at a
foreclosure sale. My patience had paid off with compounding
interest. The driveway is nearly a mile long, meandering through
the timber I had planted when I bought the place. It had been
cutover previous to the sale, but the owners had left large
patches of virgin maples, pine and oak throughout the property.
I had lived in a camp house on my property for six years while I
built my new house. Having inherited money, I enjoyed a very early
retirement and I had devoted my full attention to the project and
completed the home with only my own labor in complete secrecy.
I chose a hilltop in which the site was completely obscured my
massive trees. I bought a small dozer, an old cement truck, a
trailer and semi to haul materials with and began. I managed to
trench an area for a large basement, which I built from two walls
of brick with cement poured between them. While the basement cured
I wielded «" steel plates, braced by timbers, to form a roof.
Then I poured a 6" cement slab on top of the steel plate with a
stairway out through the ceiling. After that cured I covered the
basement with 4' of soil and then I poured the cement slab for my
home on top. The home itself took much longer. I installed
plumbing and ventilation for the basement and built a hidden door
panel in my bedroom, which went into the stairwell. I spent my
night hours researching soundproofing the stairwell and
ventilation system.
The basement has a large entertainment area and four small cells.
Each has it's own ventilation and toilet. While I doubted I'd ever
actually need four I chose a split arrangement with one cell on
each wall of the central entertainment area so that they were
isolated from each other by several yards of earth. Social
isolation would certainly be employed in the training phase. The
central area has a sink, microwave and assorted hooks and chains
custom built in.
I have never done anything like this before of course, but I knew at
an early age what I wanted and preparations had begun some 20 years
prior to tonight. I have a general outline in my mind even if I am
still fuzzy on the specifics. There will be plenty of time to iron
out the specifics soon, very soon.
The labor had almost killed me, but it was history, now it is the
time to enjoy the benefits of my skills. My body swayed and I
realized that I was sitting there in a state somewhere between the
biting state of reality and fuzzy state of the dream world as these
thoughts swirled through my mind, which was in a high state of
elation from the killer weed, the adrenaline rush and the
prospects of the future.
My dial glowed 3:48. I had been sitting there almost 30 minutes
and it seemed like but a heartbeat. I was standing before I even
thought and heading for the road. It was quite evident to me that
I was somewhat flaunting the situation; choosing to walk back and
loiter at my gate. I love the moonlight in the wee hours of the
morning. I propped one foot on the gate and my elbows over the
top. Silently I looked and listened. Nothing. Nothing but nature.
It was here, at this moment that I ended any thought of paranoia
or self doubt. Never again would the worry of discovery plague my
mind. Never again would I doubt the morality of my decision nor
would any such thought come into question within my consciousness.
I openly admit to myself that I am not a genius. I am intelligent,
patient, wily and calculated however. These personal traits I
melded into a single act of brilliance. I thought, planned and
executed a perfect abduction; perfect in every detail.
Looking once more down the lonely dirt road I turned. A wall
appeared. A distinct wall that separated a lifetime into two
distinct halves. The instant the turn began I was scaling that
wall. It was as if I'd died and was watching the departure of my
every moment at the gate as I burst into the birth of my new
life. With each step the past life behind me became exponentially
smaller and more distant. It was completely behind me as I reached
the car.
My fingertips were drawn to the trunk. I slowly moved my arms
outward with my fingertips trailing lightly across the paint. I
marveled at the prizes my traits and plain dumb luck had
delivered. I walked over and got in without even a glance over my
shoulder and headed down my creek gravel driveway.
The house was dark as I'd left it. The garage door opened with
perfect timing of my arrival. It is amazing how random events
sometimes hit in similar groups. Sometimes you have no luck at
all. And sometimes nothing can go wrong. No matter what you do
things work out good for you.
I was out of my car before the garage door began to close.
Unlocking the door I went in and headed right into my bedroom to
open the passage to the basement.
Each of the three doors in the stairwell was open as if to invite
guests. These provide complete soundproofing and security. There is
a keypad entry system on each of the heavy security doors, each with
a different entry code, where the individual cell doors have keyed
padlocks on them. Once inside, no one is coming out unless I unlock
the exit doors. The possibility of an overthrow had been studied and
solved early on in the planning stage of my humble abode. I would
carry but only a key to each cell door on me during our quality
time down below.
Heading back out to the garage I grabbed the can of mace I had set
out earlier. I doubted very seriously that I would need it, but
better ready than screwed.
I opened the trunk like a kid at Christmas. The three sleeping
nymphets were out. I set the mace down and easily took the top
one out and slung her over my shoulder.
It was the one they call Vicky; the loud mouthed redhead.
She has a great bod and a sexy face. I had pondered not taking her.
It is the other two that I fell for and desire. I decided to grab
all three though. I despise arrogant and overly beautiful people.
Vicky qualifies on both accounts. My dick became excited for the
first time. I guess the adrenaline had been more powerful than my
normal hormones until now. The thought of breaking down this
obnoxious bitch resonated in my throbbing crotch.
All three of them are gorgeous. All are 18 years old and were just
out on their own. All are barely over 100 pounds. I have a blonde,
a brunette and a redhead from the luck of the draw.
I forget what they called the brunette; no matter, I'll be renaming
them soon. She is the one that really caught my eye. She had been
more reserved and submissive. I had taken a class at the local Jr.
college a couple of years earlier in an effort to meet and interview
applicants, so to speak. And she came in and sat in right in front
of me. A seating chart was made and I enjoyed her perfect body
everyday for a semester in class.
She is 5'5" or so and stocky to a degree. She has the small tits
that I crave and a nice meaty ass. The submissiveness is what
hooked me right away. It's partly looks and partly body language.
I decided she was in early on.
I followed her home and discovered her location before going back
to gather intel. She rented a house in the country with these two
other girls before tonight. There is path through the woods
beside their property that I could pull in and walk in behind them.
Evidently they are city girls. A country girl would have spotted
me and thought something out of the ordinary was going down.
I came each night in full camo and face paint for two months or so
before I decided to act. They left all windows uncovered, so I had
a perfect view when they were inside in any room except the
bathroom, which was opaque. On evenings when they came outside to
sit on the connected deck I was underneath watching and listening
to every word. They were completely unaware of anything outside
the boundaries the deck provided. I laid there some nights pissing
in my pants as I listened in to their late night drunken
three way parties.
This was another hook in the selection process. These three sexy
18 year old roommates never had male company. I learned that each
was promised to some boy back home. Each sought a degree and then
to return to their childhood lover. They had an alliance not to
have males over, to study and to graduate in a businesslike
fashion.
It was a single party they planned before going home after the rush
parties that inspired me. One night they sat out late and began
talking about guys they had met in school. They were making
margaritas on the deck, shitfaced. Tonight they were lightheaded
and not as conservative as usual. They were kicking around the
idea of a fling before spring break, so that none of them will
have known just one man before they married. Evidently the
brunette and blonde were virgins. The redhead egged them on,
evidently she was not a virgin. The drunken comradery of three
shitfaced friends led to an agreement of a single night with another
guy for each. Wednesday was the last class day, so Tuesday night was
selected as the night each was to bring their fantasy fuck home and
to explore before committing.
I made mental notes of all pertinent information. They pledged
secrecy. Vicky is the president of one of those sorority's and she
had been trying to be the unlaid pussy all of the frat boys would
fight over. She wanted a low profile and was certain that Wayne
would provide a never-happened point of view since he had an
on-campus girl friend. I didn't know Wayne, but I have seen him
around and I liked him. The brunette had decided to ask a guy that
was in the class that we took together. He too was an alright guy.
It was the blonde that said she was going to invite an asshole
over Tuesday night. She saw something I did not. From what I'd
seen he was a total asshole. He was the head of a fraternity (I
don't speak greek) who drew laughs from his mindless subjects as
they gathered in the center of the campus and he belittled anyone
who came by that he deemed weak. This guy is a spoiled,
self-centered asshole deluxe. I can't imagine this beautiful
blonde being attracted to him, but I could tell that her pussy was
wet for this loser.
They giggled like school girls late into the night on Monday
making last minute plans. The private party would begin after the
frat parties began to dull Tuesday night. They would convoy party to
party before agreeing to all head home. Each girl had already
asked the respective guys for dates the night before. I made
plans to attend as well.
After classes I was under the deck when they got home. They came
out almost immediately setting up a blender and the bar as usual
for an outsider. This is the first time I've been here in the
daylight under their deck. I was decked heavily with neutral tones
for the event.
They giggled in delight. At the time I felt uncomfortable in
planning a plan short circuit to the plans they had made. They are
young and dumb. They are not thinking. Well, I suppose they are, but
in getting wasted once again and laid rather than of their impending
departure from self control.
KLISH! A glass hit the ground, breaking about ten feet from me.
I froze. I was partially obscured by one of the cinder block
braces under the deck and I was camoed to foot. To my disbelief
the blonde got down off the deck on all fours and began picking up
the glass. She could see me easily if she only looked. I was
petrified. Could this end before it ever began?
Vicky started giving her a cynically hard time, while brunette
excused herself to the bathroom. As the door closed the redhead
jumped down face to face with the blonde and began to help get all
of the slivers of glass. Either of them could see me out of
their peripheral vision. The deck is on cinder blocks 18-24" off
of the ground. They were intent on each other and didn't take
immediate notice of me luckily. Like a statue I listened as the
redhead spoke.
"I don't think she would enjoy this. We have our own side of the
house and she won't know. Lets trade guys before we kick them
out."
The blonde looked railroaded. I don't think that she has too much
processing power, truth be known. I got the impression that she was
head over heels with this jerkoff frat asshole somehow. She looked
perplexed but she yielded to the desires of Vicky and agreed with
a hopelessly lost expression.
I've heard these two talking of lezzie adventures when the
brunette was gone. Each has experimented and they have shared
adventures in drunken exchanges, but they only teased each other
in the pursuit of a real personal fulfillment. They get real full
of margaritas when they are alone and they talk of sharing an
evening, before retiring and each beating off alone in a bed;
illuminated with a starlight scope.
"We want both of you to join us after an hour or so. Just knock
first girlfriend."
The blonde looked again bewildered again, but nodded consent.
While somewhat open they both have passed on any physical contact
that I have detected in the past. This is a real breakthrough for
the three of us.
The brunette is openly down on the idea of female sex. She is
submissive, yet her opinion is heavily weighted against homosexual
acts of any kind. It is the other two who delight in the erotic
talk in private.
The redhead put her hand behind the blondes neck and they hunkered
below the deck level and exchanged tongue for several moments,
ending only when the brunette returned. This was new. This was
erotic. This was perfect timing. This was my dream, in part.
continued...
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