This is the story of how dangerous it is meeting people you only know through contact on the internet. You will hear how I meet Robin and he takes me deep into the forest to meet his merry men, where because I was not a willing participant, they made Marion.
I get myself dressed in a sensible long burgundy skirt, and a black jumper with a vee neck that showed off just a little cleavage. The last thing I want to do is to look tarty or cheap. One last look in the mirror. Yes I'll do. My brother was sat in the lounge of the mobile home we shared and as I came out,
"Not bad for a big sis. Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"
"No thanks. I'm sure I'll be ok. I'm a big girl now."
I pat my cat on the head.
As I leave our drive through the big iron gates, I wonder what this man will be like.
I'm a school teacher, and I look after twenty-eight small children in a little school. As my little red Corsa makes its way through the windy roads of the Mendips, I begin to question my decision to meet this man on my own. He was a guy I'd met on the internet, a couple of years younger than me, but we'd hit it off talking on MSN. I was nervous; of course I always was when I met someone for the first time, especially alone. But he gave me all the signs of being genuine and we were meeting in a pub. So there was no real cause to be afraid.
Well too late now, here's the Black Boar, and I'm rolling into the car-park. God! That must be him; it's the only red FreeLander in the car park. He is sitting up there so high, and god is he handsome. Now he's recognised my car, and he's getting out. Now he's at floor level, he's smaller than I'd expected, which is good, as I'm not tall myself. He's only slightly built, with short hair. Well this is it, I open my door, and he is walking towards me.
"Hi. You have to be Marion. Boy this feels strange."
"Yes that's me, so I guess you're Robin. But why strange?"
"Meeting you in the flesh, well not exactly in the flesh, but face to face at last. And I was right; you do have such a pretty face."
"Ok enough with the flattery, we're not talking on MSN now."
"Sorry, but even though this is our first meeting, I feel like I know you."
"That's ok, but don't take that as a signal that you can get too familiar."
"Ok, I'll behave myself. It's obvious you're a school teacher; you know how to put someone in their place. Well can I treat you to a meal?"
"I'm not sure, but I could definitely use a drink."
We go inside and his conversation is light and frivolous, with no sense of urgency or pressure. This, and the two drinks I've just downed, give me the confidence to take this meeting to its next level. After all, I've been talking about sexual acts with this man for some weeks now, and the idea of this meeting was to satisfy my aching pussy.
"Ok you smooth talking bastard, I think you'd better get me back to your den of iniquity before I have too much to drink. More to the point I want to see if you can live up to your late night promises."
"Well if you're sure you want to go through with this, I'm ready when you are."
So minutes later, we're both in his big 4 x 4 bowling our way around the narrow country lanes. We are travelling away from my native territory, and soon I'm travelling down roads that I don't recognise. But I feel confident that he knows where he's going. Then we turn-off the tarmac roads, and start bouncing our way along a very narrow bumpy cart track.
"Where the hell do you live? In the middle of a forest?"
"Really? This isn't just a short cut to somewhere?"
"No. My house is at least five miles as the crow flies from any other building. And the tracks through this forest confuse the most ardent of walkers, with their stupid little ordnance survey maps. We get them wandering around lost all the time."
Jokingly I said,
"So I guess once you've got me to your place, there'll be no point in me trying to escape?"
"None at all. What with the marshes and quick sand around here, you'd be lucky to be alive tomorrow morning."
Well at the time I thought I was joking, but as the old saying goes, 'Many a true word spoken in jest.'
I gave a half hearted laugh.
"Ha Ha. You are joking I hope?"
"No not really. But you've no need to worry, I'll take you back as soon as I've got that little pussy of yours purring."
I blushed, but let his remark go without comment.
"Is it much further?"
"Well not in miles, but the path gets trickier ahead, so it'll take us about another ten minutes."
"Jesus! It gets worse than this?"
Just then we came to what looked like a small clearing, with two more tracks leading from it. But we took off into what looked like blind trees. There was a track, but it was so overgrown, branches lashed against the sides of his Land Rover. The ground below us was just a quagmire of muddy water.
"Ok so you were right. Don't tell me you have to use this track every day to go to work and back?"
"Don't be silly, I don't live out here. This is an old hunting lodge; I use it with some friends of mine when we go shooting."
"So why aren't we going to your house?"
"Well somehow, I don't think my wife would get on to well with you."
"WIFE? You told me you were single."
"I told you lots of things, but that doesn't mean they were true."
I instinctively reached for the door handle, but it had no effect. There must be some master control he'd switched off. But even if I'd been able to open the door and get out, how or where would I run to?
"You lied to me."
"Fucking hell, don't tell me you've been honest about everything you've told me?"
"I've never lied to you."
"So that means you're coming here to be fucked?"
I blushed again.
"So what's changed, you didn't expect me to commit to getting married to you first did you?"
"But nothing. We'll have a good time, and then I'll take you back to the pub. Where's the problem?"
I didn't reply, I just sat there feeling somehow cheated, but he was right, what difference did it make him being married? Now ahead I saw a clearing, but there were five big 4 x 4's of various makes parked around in front of a wooden lodge. The smoke was billowing from the chimney, and the lights were burning bright from all the windows.
"That's good, they've got the fire already lit for us, and it'll be nice and warm in there."
"THEY? WHO THE HELL ARE THEY? THIS ISN'T WHAT I AGREED TO."
"Don't get your knickers in a twist, nobody's gonna harm you."
We pulled to a stop, and both doors opened, he jump from his side, and I climbed down from mine. He walked around to the front, and stood holding his hand out to me. I stood there looking back at the deep rutted muddy quagmire or a track that we just arrived by. All around were marsh and scrub land, and I thought about the quicksand he mentioned. I wanted to run, but I knew it was impossible.
"Well are you going to try your luck, or are you coming in to meet my friends?"
"You're lying bastard, and I'd never have left the pub if I'd known."
"Don't get so worked up, I'm only going to make one of your fantasies come to life for you, you should be grateful."
"One of my fantasies? What do you mean?"
"Come-on inside, you don't want to spoil the surprise. Come-on we won't hurt you."
"Ok, but remember I know who you are, and I told my brother who I was meeting."
"Well you know one of my identities. But anyway, you've got nothing to worry about, you'll be back home tomorrow night, with nothing more than a sore pussy and arse, and you can get your brother to rub them both with some cream."
"Pack that in. I won't have you saying things like that."
"I've had enough of what you will or won't have; you're the one taking orders from now on. So get your fucking arse in that cabin before I get the hunting dogs out here to round you up. And if you're thinking of running, they'll have you surrounded before you get fifty yards. Now fucking move it."
The tone of his voice was intimidating, and I immediately started making my way towards him. As soon as I was near, his arm went around my shoulder, and he was calm and pleasant again.
"That's better; you know we're just going to have fun with you."
He walked me up to the big front door, and in we went.
The door opened into a large room, with a big log fire blazing away in a stone fireplace. Sat around on old armchairs and sofas were seven men. Not all young, the oldest one must have been getting on for my dads age. They all had drinks in their hands, and as the door opened, they all turned to face us.
"Ok guys, the main attraction has arrived, and I don't think she's quite as confident as she used to be on the net."
The door was shut behind me, and I was walked to the area in front of the fire place. There were various remarks being made about my personal appearance, mostly complimentary, even if crude and cheeky.
"Well Marion my little sex bomb, I hope you're on the pill."
"Look, I told you I'd only agree to sex, if you're wearing a condom."
"But as I've just told you, you're the one taking orders from now on. And if you think we're pissing around with rubber wellies (rubber hunting boots) on our dicks, then you're very much mistaken."
"But that was what we'd agreed. And it was supposed to be just us two; there was never any mention of any more men getting involved."
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