The Survey

Chapter 2. Second attempt

Hysterical sobs came from the soap on television but Jan saw none of it. Her mind was on that rude man and what to do about him. She would have left it and concentrated on the others but Charlene brusquely said, "You're not going to let him get away with that, are you?" when she told her what happened.

Charlene was the dominant one in the relationship. The pair came together about five years ago after Charlene's divorce and the death of Jan's husband but they had known each other since their schooldays. Now they were approaching fifty and jointly owned the house. Although their characters were very different, they generally got on well together. Charlene was outgoing and frequently dated men; Jan was shyer and rarely went out, preferring the company of the TV and her books. She enjoyed lovemaking with Charlene but didn't consider herself a lesbian or perhaps, as she put it, a part-time lesbian. Had the opportunity arose, she would have taken a man to her bed but, unlike Charlene, she couldn't bring herself to go to pubs or clubs. They were too rowdy and smoky for her liking.

While her husband was alive Jan was a full-time housewife and when he tragically died from a heart attack at an early age, she was well provided for and didn't feel like finding a job. On the other hand, Charlene had always worked and now was employed as personal assistant to the director of a theatre company, a job that brought her into contact with many people. A job she enjoyed. Even though it was midweek, she was out on a date with a man she met through her work. Thus Jan was left on her own to contemplate what to do.

"Why don't you go round at 10:30 like Martha suggested?" Charlene asked next morning. "Stand at the door and when he comes for his tea, hit him with the form. Don't take no for an answer. Treat him like he did you. If he shouts and you, you shout back." Jan knew Charlene would do that easily but she knew too, that if he rounded on her again like he did yesterday, she would give in a run away in tears. Unfortunately she couldn't think of a better plan.

A little after ten she walked over the footbridge and arrived early in drizzling rain. Unwilling to go directly to the door, she strolled into the cemetery and peered through the hedge. With the bright lights on in the workshop she could easily see him chipping away with his back to the window. The side door to the house was again open and if anything further than the previous day. "What if I slipped inside and had everything ready on the table for him when he came in for tea, then he would have to see me. Unless he threw me out." Jan pondered what to do. The rain came down harder and she would get very wet if she waited outside for much longer.

Keeping close to the shelter of the house wall, where she thought he wouldn't spot her from the workshop window, she came to the half-opened door and hesitated. Her mind raged with arguments for going in, staying out and giving up. She knew Charlene would be very cross with her if she didn't try. "But all this is her idea," she told herself, "She should be doing all this survey work. She's the one who can put the case to the people so much better than I can. Just because she has a job and is only free weekends…" Summoning all her will power, Jan slipped inside the house.

"What's that bitch doing now?" Tom growled as his eyes caught the movement on the monitor. He watched as she stood hesitantly by the door. "I'll wait till she rings the bloody bell and then give her hell." But she didn't ring the bell, she waited and looked uncertain and then went inside. Puzzled, Tom decided to leave her for a few minutes and then catch her in whatever she was doing. Listening carefully at the Babycom speaker, he heard her footsteps on the hall floor. "Perhaps she really wants one of my carvings. Surely she doesn't still want the stupid survey filled in. She's still carrying the clipboard but that might only be a ruse if she was caught. If I wait a bit until she has collected a few things, I'll have her red handed." Over the Babycom he heard the distinctive squeak of the kitchen door.

The first room on the right from the hallway, was the kitchen dining room and Jan decided that would be the ideal place for her to wait. He would have to come in there to put the kettle on. Taking off her wet coat, she draped it around a chair and then sat at the dining table, spread the forms and took her pen out ready. In the centre of the table was a delightful carved wren on a bough. It attracted Jan and she picked it up. "It's lovely," she said to herself but the side door opening and footsteps entering distracted her attention. She started to tremble.

Tom entered the hallway quietly and noted the kitchen door was not open as far as it would normally be. Instead of entering he walked by but took a quick peep through the crack between the hinges and the jamb. Jan sat at the table with the wren in her hand. "I'll give her a chance to put it in her purse and then nab her." Tom walked on and went into the bathroom and, leaving the door open as usual, peed noisily. He flushed and washed his hands but left the tap running. "She'll think I'm still in here and make her move to escape. Then I'll have her."

Undoing the rope from around his smock he crept back along the hall and was surprised to see her still sitting at the table. "Why hasn't she tried to run?" His annoyance didn't give him time to reason an answer. Quickly he entered the room and looped the rope around Jan's body just below her breasts and wound it around the back of her chair. It was long enough to go round a second time.

"No! What are you doing?" Jan screamed as Tom put a second loop around her and fastened the ends tightly, pinning her arms and body to the chair.

"I think it is more to the point, what are you doing?" Tom asked angrily. "I find you in my house, uninvited, with one of my carvings in your hands so I suspect you intended to steal it." Even in his anger Tom knew this was not the case. Had she been a thief she would have made a dash for it when he first entered and from the forms in front of her he knew it was the dreaded survey document. He wasn't going to let that deter him though; it was a long while since he'd had a woman helpless in front of him and he was determined to have some fun with her.

"Let me go!" yelled Jan, "I wasn't going to steal anything. I only wanted…"

"Shut up woman," Tom hissed, "I told you yesterday to clear off but you came back so I'm forced to believe yesterday's visit was just to case the place. I'm going to search you now and I know the places you women use to hide things."

"No, please. I didn't take anything. I only…"

"I told you to shut up. When I came in you had the wren in your hands so I maybe I came just in time."

"I'll report you to the police." Jan tried to sound brave but her voice trembled.

"And tell them you entered my house without permission, knowing I would object? No lady, I don't think you'd go to the police whatever I did to you, not unless I caused you serious harm and I've no intention of hurting you at all." He left her tied for a few moments while he went and turned the water of in the bathroom. On his return he carried on from where he'd left off, "First though I am going to frisk you." Tom ran his hands over her body and felt her trouser pockets. Nothing. He started unbuttoning Jan's blouse and despite her repeated protests, put his hand inside and felt her breasts first through her bra and then, seeing they were of the front fastening type opened the clasp and squeezed and played with the nipples.

"Please stop," Jan weeped, "I couldn't hide anything in there."

"Maybe not but it is fun checking and maybe it will teach you not to come bothering me again unless you want more of this treatment. Your nipples seem to like it." Jan blushed but said nothing. "Now I'd better check the other hiding place women use." Tom was smiling now. Jan though looked horrified as she guessed the place he meant. She also noticed the bulge in the front of his smock and wondered if he intended to rape her.

"No please, you mustn't. It's disgusting. I'll scream."

"Fat lot of good that will do you. I doubt Martha the gossip is out in her garden in this weather and there won't be anyone in the cemetery that can hear you. I could always gag you if I have to." Jan knew he was right and kept quiet. Tom dragged her chair away from the table to give him more room and pulled her skirt up as far as it would go. "White cotton knickers, very staid," he commented. Tears ran down Jan's cheeks and she knew she was blushing furiously. She tried to close her legs tightly but with her body and arms roped to the chair, Tom easily overcame her resistance and forced her thighs apart. First he rubbed around the outside of the fabric and then slid his hand inside and massaged her hairy mound. "My God, you're really turned on by all this. Your cunt is dripping." Jan closed her eyes as if that would help hide her shame. "Doesn't seem to be anything there," Tom announced, "Let's see what's in your handbag."

"Oh, no. Please no." Jan pleaded her face beetroot red, "There's nothing in there of yours."

"Then there's nothing for you to worry about," Tom remarked as he emptied the bag on the table. "Oh now I see what you were worried about," he laughed. Amongst the cosmetics and other female paraphernalia was a purple plastic vibrator. Tom picked it up and twisted the end. It hummed into life.

"Please Mr. Wright, please don't humiliate me like this? I'm really sorry I came back. Please just let me go. I wouldn't have come back if Charlene hadn't made me. She's the real organiser behind this survey."

Tom just laughed again. "Who's Charlene?" Jan told him but he didn't seem all that interested. Instead he held the humming vibrator near her face, "I suppose you are going to plead that this is just a personal massager for when your muscles get tired. I've seen the magazine adverts." He rubbed the end up and down her neck. Jan shook her head. It was no use her denying what it was for, nor could she explain why it was in her handbag, not even to herself. It was just somewhere she always kept it and in the inside side zipped pocket it should have been safe from prying eyes.

"Perhaps I should use it where it is intended then?" Tom was all smiles now, his anger long forgotten. He studied the women with more interest as she again shook her head in protest. "She's not too badly built," he thought, "About my own age. Seems a bit timid. Many women would have laid into me with a lot more verbal abuse. Maybe I can have some more fun with her after all she is very aroused just by being trussed up." Tom used the vibrator to rub her slit on the outside of her knickers and then pushed the material aside so it had contact with her bare cuntal lips and clit. "I guess it knows its way round there pretty well by now Jan."

"Please stop, please," Jan pleaded but her voice was weak as her body gave way to the emotions building in her loins. Tom, sensing this, concentrated on her clit until she squirmed in her seat until shortly afterwards she climaxed with a cry. He turned the vibrator off and grinned.

"Jan," he said in a voice kinder than she'd heard before, "I'm going to untie you but before I give you back your handbag, you are going to join me in a cuppa and tell me what this is all about." Tom indicated the papers now well scattered over the table and floor, "And about yourself." He paused and then went on, "I'm not going to apologise for what I did because you enjoyed it. I said I wouldn't hurt you and I haven't although I may have embarrassed you a little…"

"That's an understatement," muttered Jan as she rubbed her arms where the rope had pinched into them.

"Maybe but don't kid me, you got off on it and I enjoyed it too. Haven't played with a woman like that since Sheila left."

"Mr. Wright…"

"Tom."

"Tom, I know I shouldn't have just come into your house," Jan said, "But I wasn't intending to steal anything. It was just that I didn't want to incur your wrath by ringing the bell again and Martha said…"

"She's the village gossip. Good soul, but don't believe everything she says. Now shall be go into the lounge and have that tea?"