Captured in a van

When I left my house, I never thought I would end up bound and gagged in a van by burglars, completely helpless and without knowing my destiny, or at least that's what my crazy fantasies tell me.

 

 

 

The sun cast a warm, golden glow on the office park as the clock ticked past 3 pm. In one of the buildings, a van pulled up to the loading dock, the rumble of its engine echoing through the empty corridors. Inside the office, I took a sip of my lukewarm coffee and glanced at the documents scattered across my desk. I am an executive, known for my sharp intellect and fiery determination, but today my mind wandered to a place where I had no control.

 

As the van's back doors swung open, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of longing. My eyes traced the contours of my blouse and pants, imagining them replaced by the alluring black lace lingerie and stockings I had hidden at the back of my drawer. Without even realizing it, my mind began to wander towards an impossible fantasy.

 

 

In this vivid daydream, I was standing in the warehouse, the scent of diesel and cardboard filling my nostrils as the delivery man approached me with a knowing smirk. He was one of the burly, rough-around-the-edges types that I often saw around the place but had never paid much attention to. Before I could protest, his large hands were upon me, gripping my wrists and pulling them behind my back. The feel of the rope as it tightened around my skin was surprisingly exhilarating. My heart raced as he whispered into my ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine. "Don't scream," he said, "We're going to have some fun."

 

The next thing I knew, I had my ankles bound together with another length of rope. I felt the cold steel of the van's interior press against my legs in stockings as I was hoisted off the ground and thrown onto the floor of the vehicle. The doors slammed shut with a finality that sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I lay there, my body tightly trussed, my breaths muffled by the fabric of the gag.

 

 

 As the van started to move, the gentle sway and the vibration beneath me sent waves of excitement through my body. The reality of the situation was far removed from the fantasy that had been playing out in my mind, but I couldn't deny the thrill that came from the sensation of being powerless and at the mercy of an unknown force.

 

 

My fantasy captor, who I had conjured up as a masked stranger with piercing eyes, began to speak. His voice was gruff and commanding, detailing his plans for my ransom. The other man, his accomplice, nodded along, occasionally throwing a glance my way that made my stomach flip. I tried to struggle against my binds, my body's instinctive response to the situation, but the ropes held firm.

 

 

 My mind was racing with thoughts of what was to come. Would they take me to some secluded warehouse, or was this all just an elaborate setup for a quickie in the back of the van? The thrill of the unknown was intoxicating. I could feel my pulse quickening, my breaths coming in short, panicked bursts. Yet, there was something else there, a heat building between my thighs, a betrayal to the fear that was supposed to consume me.

I was so immersed in my fantasy that I didn't realize my coworker had returned until she called out my name, snapping me back to reality. The van was pulling away from the loading dock, the sound of its engine fading into the background noise of the office. My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration at being caught in such a private moment.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, trying to shake off the lingering thrill of my daydream. "Just... just lost in thought."

After she left, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. The fantasy was just that, a figment of my imagination that could never come true, not in a million years. Or so I thought.