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                                  SURPRISE

                             by: Jeannie Duncan (JandJ)

   Morning coffee at the mall is a long standing habit of mine and as I have 
no classes on Tuesdays, I was contentedly sipping my over-sweetened latte 
and reading a romantic paperback novel when I became aware that I was being 
addressed.
   "Mrs. Durant?"
   I looked up to see a handsome face looking expectantly at me. The tall 
man was somehow familiar but not until I noticed the two cameras and camera 
bag slung from his shoulders did I place him. Not bothering to correct him 
about the 'Mrs.', I closed my book and smiled. "You're a fellow member of 
the West Side Club, aren't you? I'm sorry I don't recall your name." I knew 
his name perfectly well but was being coy.
   "Don't apologize, we haven't been introduced. I'm David Hartford. May I 
join you?"
   "David Hartford? Yes, of course, the famous photographer. Please do sit 
down." (Migawd, he's handsome and he wants to sit with me!)
   "Not so famous." He flashed me a slight smile. "But I am doing better 
each day." He paused and looked quietly into my eyes for a delicious moment. 
  "I have some photographs I would like to show you. - This is all rather 
delicate." He rummaged in the camera bag and handed me a sheaf of prints.  
"They're of your husband - and my wife."
   The day suddenly seemed a little less bright. I have no husband but he 
has a wife.
   The top picture was of my brother Alan standing by our front door. Since 
our parents died, we have been sharing the house. He has the upstairs while 
I have the kitchen, living room and den. The second picture was of Alan and 
a rather pretty woman opening a door with the number seven displayed on it. 
The third was a wider angle photo of the two in the courtyard of what was 
obviously a motel with the same door and number clearly discernable. The 
remaining pictures were of the two together - kissing in a car, holding 
hands by the lake, in a candle-lit restaurant. I was glad I hadn't corrected 
the man about my marital status; this could be interesting. I felt like 
smiling at my rascally brother but I managed a frown. "And just why are you 
showing these to me?"
   "I thought you should know."
   "Well, if you're going to suggest that we get together and repay our 
wayward spouses in kind, forget it." I feigned indignation by gathering up 
my purse and book, looking haughtily into his face.
   "Oh, nothing that corny." He protested. "I was thinking more of producing 
a private documentary on the dangers of philandering."
   I replaced my purse and book on the table and thought for a moment. 
"Something we could present to them reminding them of the risks they are 
taking."
   "And of the retribution that could befall them." David added quietly. 
There was a slightly sinister sound to that.
   "Tell me what you have in mind."

   By the time he had laid the whole project on the table, my interest in 
the gorgeous man beside me had returned and I was thoroughly aroused by  the 
audacity of the plan.
   Seeing no good reason to not begin immediately, David uncapped the video 
camera and took a scene of me reading my book then sipping coffee before 
rising and going toward the restrooms.
   I found some vitamin pills in my purse and David showed me how to work 
the zoom lens so I could take a shot of him walking nonchalantly by my table 
and surreptitiously slipping the pills into my coffee. He then filmed me 
returning from the restroom and finishing the coffee.
   We moved to the rear entrance to the mall where we set the camera on a 
tripod to get me coming through the door into the sunlight where I hesitated 
and staggered just as David came up behind me and caught me by my elbows. We 
had gathered quite a group of spectators by the time we reset the camera to 
catch my wobbly-knees act as he helped me across the parking lot to his car. 
We laughed and bowed to our fans as we recovered the camera and drove off. I 
felt so excited I couldn't resist the temptation to plant a quick kiss on 
David's cheek.

   The studio was smaller than I expected of a professional photographer but 
the living quarters were most tastefully decorated. David collected some 
equipment from a cupboard and we moved into his bedroom where he 
meticulously arranged several lights and two cameras to his satisfaction. I 
sat on the bed and marveled at the grace and precision of his movements as 
he explained to me the function of each article. Next he turned on the VCR 
and showed me some of the footage he had taken of Alan and his girl (I had 
ceased to think of her as David's wife). David explained that the two had 
been meeting regularly at the same motel for several weeks and he had bribed 
the desk clerk to allow him to set up a camera in the air conditioning duct 
which he could operate from the next room.
   I had never in my life seen anything like the scenes David had captured. 
I had occasionally perceived my brother wandering around the house in the 
nude and had sometimes wondered how that flabby little thing could be used 
to satisfy the urges I knew a woman to be capable of but watching on the TV 
screen as it swelled and stiffened when the woman fondled it, a number of my 
unasked questions were answered. Then, as I watched the following scenes, I 
was filled with an excitement I can't describe and although I couldn't take 
my eyes off the screen, I could feel David watching me with amusement. When 
it came to the part where the girl took that formidable erection of Allan's 
and guided it to her puss, I was squirming in my chair and my panties were 
becoming embarrassingly damp. I couldn't believe she could take the whole 
thing into her but she did - and as she rolled her head back, closed her 
eyes and opened her mouth, I could see that she was enjoying it 
ecstatically. I found myself hyperventilating.

   "Well, that's the opening scene of our epic." He said as he shut off the 
TV. "-To be followed by some shots of me raging and tearing up the room, 
after which I sit down with an evil glint in the eye. Then comes the kidnap 
scene we did at the mall in which the wronged husband drugs and abducts the 
wife of his wife's lover.
   "And now let's record the final melodramatic act of retribution. First, 
undress and spend a while getting used to the cameras.  Remember, I'm a 
photographer, think of me as you would your doctor." Turning on the cameras, 
he went to a corner cupboard and returned with a handful of plastic tie 
strips, the type you can tighten but not loosen.
   I pretended nonchalance as I removed all my clothes and lay down on the 
bed. I was pleased and yet mildly resentful that David didn't stare. I am 
rather proud of my breasts. He methodically chose four short ties and 
fastened one around each of my wrists and ankles. He then picked out four of 
the longer strips and passed each one around a post of the bedstead and then 
under one of those encircling my limbs before attaching the other free end. 
Each restraint was then tightened until I couldn't bring my ankles together 
closer than about a foot nor could I touch any part of my body with a hand.
   As David stood up to place fresh cassettes in the cameras, I became 
acutely aware of my exposure. "You won't be taking pictures below my waist 
will you? I should have kept my panties on."
   "You can't act convincingly if you know the camera is lying. To portray a 
naked defenseless woman, you must be a naked defenseless woman. We'll  edit 
out any part you wish to later."
   He repositioned the cameras so that I could not twist to hide any part of 
me from at least one.
   "This is where the plot picks up: now act the part of a captive facing 
that fate worse than death. Scream if it helps, this room is quite 
soundproof."
   After five minutes of struggling against my bonds I gave up and lay 
drenched in perspiration. I was shocked to see David standing totally naked 
at the foot of the bed. I felt some apprehension as he knelt between my 
feet, but when he produced a tube of KY jelly, I really panicked. "You 
promised a suggestive fade out at this point." I protested.
   He smiled and squeezed out a generous amount of the lubricant. "We have 
revised the script."
   "That man is not my husband." I sobbed.
   "I know. You're his sister. And that woman is not my wife. I got this 
idea when Alan and his girl friend hired me to take that video of them. I 
saw a picture of you on Allan's dresser and decided I just had to have you." 
He leaned forward and the tip of his erection touched the lips of my pussy. 
The muscles along the inside of my thighs began to quiver.
   I didn't want him to stop but I felt outraged at having been so easily 
duped. "I'll charge rape." I screamed.
   He smiled as he drove slowly but firmly into me. "We have almost twenty 
minutes of video tape showing you were cooperative at all stages."

                                !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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