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MF FF NC Rape BDSM Punishment
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Copyright 2001
}\pard \qc\sa120\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\b\f19\fs36 Kathy and Fiona
}{\f19\fs22 by obohobo
}\pard \sa120\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f19\fs22 Chapter 1. Beaten and Raped
Chapter 2. Comfort
Chapter 3. Retribution
Chapter 4. The Cellar
Chapter 5. The \lquote Golden Dragon\rquote
Chapter 6. Snakes and Ladders
Chapter 7. A change of owner?
Chapter 8. Free
}{\b\f19\fs22
Chapter 1. Beaten and Raped}{\f19\fs22
\ldblquote So you would try and cheat on me bitch!! Now you\rquote ll find our why little bitches do not cheat on Kathy O\rquote Sullivan.\rdblquote Kathy raised the belt and brought it down with a vicious swipe across the naked sixteen year old\rquote s arse. Fiona let out a muffled groan as the belt found it target but her knickers, having been stuffed in her mouth, muffled the sound. The four boys holding her spread-eagled on the grass kept a firm hold of her wrists and ankles. A red stripe now decorated the unhappy Fiona\rquote s backside.
Thwack!! A second stripe from the poor girl\rquote s own belt appeared. Fiona increased her struggles but to no avail. The boys held her tight. Six more stripes followed until Fiona was reduced to a sobbing heap of sore flesh.
\ldblquote Turn her over boys,\rdblquote commanded Kathy. Fiona almost managed to free herself but it wasn\rquote t long before she was once again held spread-eagled but this time face up. Her pert young breasts heaved with her sobbing. Pain shot through her body as the weight of her body pressed her tenderised backside to the earth. Humiliation gripped her as the boys and girls stared at her tits and displayed cunt.
\ldblquote Can we do her?\rdblquote Michael asked
\ldblquote If you mean, can we fuck her? Yes, in a bit. I want to make sure she is nice and tender both sides, then she\rquote ll really feel it when you stick your cocks in.\rdblquote Fiona almost fainted when she heard these words. She realised her thrashing wasn\rquote t yet over and afterwards she was going to be raped by one or more of the four boys. Why were they being so cruel for just the few pounds of her dinner money?
\ldblquote Nnooooo!!\rdblquote Fiona managed to spit out the makeshift gag but Melanie replaced it before further words came.
\ldblquote Yes!\rdblquote Kathy spat the words at her victim. \ldblquote I am going to make an example of you. Others will take notice of me after this and you, snooty bitch, are going to be the example!\rdblquote Fiona watched as Kathy raised the belt and brought it crashing down across the top of the captive girl\rquote s thighs. Again the belt descended; another searing line of fire across the top of her thighs. Four times the belt struck. Fiona struggled but this only served to increase the sexual excitement in the boys.
\ldblquote Now to warm those tiny little titties of yours. Pull her arms further to her head boys so I have a clear view of them.\rdblquote Kathy directed the boys pinning Fiona\rquote s wrists before bringing the inch wide belt directly across the nipples of both tits. As soon as the strike pain registered in Fiona\rquote s brains she thrust her body upwards with such force that the boys had difficulty in holding her. Grinning at her helpless victim, Kathy just kept goading, \ldblquote Wish you hadn\rquote t cheated on me now, little one? Do you think it is a high price to pay for keeping \u163\'a35 back from me?.....\rdblquote
Each of the four whips with the belt added another stripe. They were not in neat parallel rows. Kathy didn\rquote t bother with such niceties. She just swung the belt and brought it down with as much force as she could muster. Two stripes were more or less on top of each other, another was separate across the underside of both breasts and the other angled its way across the top of the left tit and over the nipple of the right. Fiona thought no one could take such pain and still remain conscious.
Kathy moved to stand with her feet by Fiona\rquote s shoulders. \ldblquote Now boys, let\rquote s make sure she is nice and tender where your cocks are going.\rdblquote The belt flashed down so the tip curled its way between the unfortunate girl\rquote s legs and wrapped itself directly along her slit. Had she been able to scream, the girl would have awakened the dead in the nearby churchyard but with her own knickers still muffling any cries, the girl could only sob. Again she laid the belt on four times before tossing it to the ground. But Fiona\rquote s ordeal was far from over.
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Kathy O\rquote Sullivan was the school bully and in the large city centre comprehensive school she was able to largely get away with it unnoticed. The teachers, already over stretched just keeping order in the classroom, had little time or inclination to worry overly about what went on outside. At 16 years old and due to leave school in a couple of weeks, Kathy could lord it over her classmates and others in her year. Together with her \lquote gang\rquote of which Melanie was her chief henchman but Michael, Kevin, Bryn and Pete were almost always to be seen in her company, they terrorised younger and weaker pupils. All were known for their meanness to anyone who couldn\rquote t stand up to them physically. All were known to the police for their exploits in shoplifting, burglary, arson and many other petty crimes. As juveniles the courts had been unable to impose heavy penalties for any crime convictions. Even so for a particularly unpleasant attack on an old lady who she had mugged for her pension, Kathy was given probation and a 2-year suspended sentence at a young offenders institution. She had to keep out of the courts for another six months otherwise she could still serve the two-year term.
From early childhood, Kathy had to fight for what she wanted. Her mother spent more time in the pub than with her and most of what little money she earned went on booze. Occasionally she would entice one of the bar customers home for a night or two but when their money was exhausted they were forced to leave. Kathy soon learned what her mother did and what happened in the bedroom. At times she used this knowledge to her advantage and when they were asleep after an exhausting conjugation, she would creep in and fleece the client of several pounds from his wallet. One afternoon a client called for her mother when she was at work. Kathy, still only 14 years old, entertained him instead. Even at that age she was well developed and, with the right make-up, would easily pass for a woman several years older. She lost her virginity that day but reaped a sizeable reward. The client paid far more for her services than he would have her mother. However, she didn\rquote t become a full time child prostitute but gave her body to selected clients when she needed extra funds.
Of course her mother soon found out and there was an almighty row not because of any moral issues but concerning the money. Kathy insisted she should keep it; her mother wanted a share to pay for her upkeep. Knowing her mother really wanted the money for booze, Kathy held on to it saying that if she tried to take it away she would hint to the authorities that her mother made her earn money by prostitution. Her mother retaliated by saying that if she was put in prison, then Kathy would go into a care home. So the argument raged over several days by which time, Kathy had secreted the money away.
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Fiona Forsdyke was financially much better off. Her father had a well-paid job but one that kept him away from home a great deal, often on extended trips abroad. Jennifer, her mother, had no need to work but did a part time job, sat on a number of charity committees and always seemed to be involved with voluntary work in one form or another. She too was not at home for long at a time and frequently left Fiona to cook and look after herself as far as food was concerned. In contrast to Kathy, Fiona was a small but quite bright child who spent a lot of her time in her room reading, mainly romantic pulp fiction. Her mother disapproved but because she wasn\rquote t there to supervise her daughter, had little control over what she read. Rarely did the girl go out on her own or with a friend of her own age and as time went on she became more and more a shy recluse. At school she hardly uttered a word except when absolutely necessary and because of this none of the other girls made friends with her.
Three weeks prior to the thrashing incident with Kathy and her gang, Fiona had received a foretaste of what might happen if she did not adhere to the gang\rquote s wishes. Early one Monday morning Kathy and Melanie trapped Fiona in the toilet cubicle and demanded her dinner money. Pluckily, Fiona refused until Kathy had punched her stomach several times and had her on the floor gasping for breath. They took the money.
This morning they again demanded she hand over her dinner money. She did. At lunchtime they noticed her in the queue and found out from another girl in the class she paid her money in as usual. Fiona had brought double the amount and kept one lot hidden. Kathy couldn\rquote t allow the girl to get one over her like that. Hence she and her cronies ambushed her on the way home and took her to a quiet place in the local woods. Here they stripped and whipped her with the belt from her jeans.
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\ldblquote Okay boys, who has the biggest cock?\rdblquote Kathy asked.
\ldblquote Kevin has,\rdblquote Michael answered. Kevin produced his five incher and proudly displayed its hardness to the others.
\ldblquote You know what to do?\rdblquote Kathy asked and receiving an affirmative reply said, \ldblquote Go to it and give it to the bitch real hard. Make her feel it. She should anyway with the strapping she\rquote s had.\rdblquote
Kevin aimed his cock at her opening and thrust in. The entrance was dry and tight and his cock stopped only a short way in. He pulled out a bit and thrust again. This time he came to her hymen. \ldblquote She\rquote s a fuckin\rquote virgin!\rdblquote he exclaimed.
\ldblquote Well she won\rquote t be for much longer if you get to it and ram it all the way in. Go on fuck her hard, Kev.\rdblquote
Kevin didn\rquote t need any further encouragement. He pulled back and pushed forward as hard as he could. Stifled groans came from Fiona\rquote s lips but she couldn\rquote t get rid of the gag. Kevin felt the membrane break. He was in. Unheeding of the girls crying and the groans emanating from behind the gag, he continued pumping furiously back and forth. Being young and already excited by the whipping of the naked girl, it wasn\rquote t long before he pumped his spunk directly into the girl's cunt. The other three boys took their turn. Each took only minutes to unload their seed into the poor girl. Crying and sobbing she could do nothing to alleviate the pain and shame of the rape. She prayed that after the fourth boy it would be all over but Kevin\rquote s cock, stimulated by the sight of the other boys fucking, decided to rise again. For the second time he entered her. Entry was easier this time as her cuntal walls were lubricated by all the sperm juice inside making the fuck a more enjoyable experience for him. He took great pleasure in ramming his pubic hair directly on to Fiona\rquote s whipped mons and seeing her writhe with the pain. He tried to prolong the sensation and to some extent he succeeded. It took some ten minutes before he ejaculated for the second time.
\ldblquote Have you learned your lesson Fiona?\rdblquote Kathy asked. Her victim could only nod. \ldblquote Good. Now if we hear that you have talked about this little lesson we shall have to give it to you again but we\rquote ll use a real whip and probably men with full size cocks and we\rquote ll make it a whole night long thing so you won\rquote t even be able to stand afterwards. If you try and put us away, then we have friends that will do the job for us and will do it so you never see your family again. You will be sold and taken abroad and whipped and fucked for the rest of your life. Understand?\rdblquote Again Fiona could only nod. \ldblquote Right, we will leave you now. Kevin I am sure will want to keep your knickers and bra as trophies and I guess you won\rquote t want to wear them anyway. We\rquote re going to leave you now. Remember not a word of this to anyone!\rdblquote Kathy took the knickers from the sobbing girl\rquote s mouth and passed them and the bra to Kevin. They left.
}{\b\f19\fs22 Chapter 2. Comfort }{\f19\fs22
For some minutes Fiona just lay there, crying into the grass. Gradually her senses returned; she had to get home; had to wash and get cleaned up before her mother came in. Putting on her jeans and tunic was very painful but somehow she managed. Sock and shoes were not such a problem but walking was. Every muscle screamed at every movement. And home was three quarters of a mile away, much of it through the estate where everyone leaving work at the end of the day would see her.
Most onlookers, who saw the crying, painfully figure walking along the pavement, just stared for a few moments and then ignored her. Two elderly ladies did stop and ask if she was all right and if she needed help but by then she was close to home and declined. As she left them one said to the other, \ldblquote Probably boyfriend trouble. Never know what the young things of today get up to.\rdblquote
Unfortunately for Fiona, that day her mother arrived home earlier than usual. Entering the house and finding the distraught Fiona, Jennifer began a staccato of questions without receiving any answers. Ushering Fiona into the bathroom she ran the bath and ordered her to undress. Fiona hesitated, felt herself becoming faint and began sliding to the floor. Jennifer caught her around the waist but in doing so wrapped her arm around her daughter\rquote s tortured breast. Fiona screamed. She screamed again as her mother sat her on the toilet seat. Gingerly, Jennifer opened the girl\rquote s tunic and saw the stripes across the chest. Undoing and equally carefully she lowered Fiona\rquote s jeans. Horrified she viewed the punishment and the sight of the livid weals. The air was filled with the unmistakable aroma of male sperm. Jennifer kept trying to interrogate her daughter but even if she had been willing to answer, her mind was in no condition to.
\ldblquote I\rquote ll phone the police.\rdblquote
\ldblquote NO!! Don\rquote t. It will only make things worse.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Tell me who did it?\rdblquote .... \ldblquote Why did they do it?\rdblquote .... \ldblquote Where?\rdblquote ....
Throughout Jennifer\rquote s barrage of questions, Fiona kept her mouth tightly closed but did allow her mother to help her into the bath and gently wash her sore and swollen body. It was years since her mother had performed this service and now secretly admired how her daughter\rquote s body had begun to fill out. Although still on the short side, her breasts were definitely nicely formed mounds. Jennifer took her douche from the top of the bathroom cabinet and flushed out the girl\rquote s vagina in the hope she wouldn\rquote t become pregnant and in the hope too that it might prevent any disease.
\ldblquote Why won\rquote t you say anything?\rdblquote .... \ldblquote Why did he do it?\rdblquote .... \ldblquote Was it a black man?\rdblquote .... \ldblquote Were there more than one?\rdblquote ..... Jennifer kept up the relentless questioning but still failed to get a response to anything except a point blank refusal to allow her to go to the police. \ldblquote It will shame me and you and I will probably get it worse next time. You don\rquote t know them, Mum. Just leave it.\rdblquote Eventually Jennifer gave up on the questions and covered the colourful stripes with a light night-dress. She gave her a couple of paracetamol tablets and laid her on top of the bed.
\ldblquote Well, if I cannot go to the police then I will phone your Uncle Reggie and get him to come over.\rdblquote This really surprised Fiona. She liked her uncle Reggie on the few times she had been allowed to meet him but even her father, Reggie\rquote s older brother, avoided him as much as possible. He was a jovial man and quite wealthy but not in an ostentatious way. He owned a chain of corner shops, which he franchised to families of mainly Asian origin. He also owned and ran a timber importing firm with a base on Walasey Island in Essex. However, timber imports were only a cover for a more lucrative smuggling operation and it was through this Reggie had connections with many sleazy underworld characters. Jennifer heard stories of the salacious side of Reggie without knowing any actual details. \ldblquote If the police cannot find out who did it to her daughter, maybe Reggie could,\rdblquote she said to herself.
Reggie too was surprised to get the call but when the situation was explained he came right over. \ldblquote I\rquote m sorry to have to ask you Reggie,\rdblquote Jennifer apologised, \ldblquote But Peter\rquote s in Singapore or somewhere so I can\rquote t get him to help.\rdblquote
Fiona was still curled up on her side on top of the bed when Jennifer led Reggie into the room. Sitting alongside her on the edge of the bed, Reggie made small talk for a while but when he started to ask questions concerned her beating and rape, Fiona clammed up. \ldblquote Jenny, haven\rquote t you a meeting or something to go to?\rdblquote Reggie asked his sister in law.
\ldblquote Yes, but I cannot leave her. I can\rquote t leave her alone with you.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yes, you can and nothing will happen to her that is anything like as bad as happened earlier. She\rquote s obviously very frightened and she is not going to say anything in front of you. If I am to find out who did this and why, I need to be alone with her. Now go to one of your charity meetings or to a friend\rquote s house for a couple of hours.\rdblquote
\ldblquote But.....\rdblquote
\ldblquote Go woman, go!\rdblquote
Alone with his niece, Reggie spoke quietly. \ldblquote Fiona, I\rquote m used to dealing with thugs and petty criminals. Sometimes to get the information I need from them, I need to be nice. Other times I have to use force. Which is it to be with you? Do you want to tell me freely what happened or have I to force it from you?\rdblquote Fiona kept her mouth firmly closed. She curled herself in the tightest ball she could even though the pain of stretched muscles hurt her considerably.
\ldblquote Very well then, we\rquote ll try the harder way. Sit up.\rdblquote Fiona never moved. Reggie gripped her shoulders and sat her on the edge of the bed. Fiona cried out as the weight of her body was put fully on her tender arse. \ldblquote First, I am going to see what they actually did to you.\rdblquote Reggie took hold of the hem of her nightdress.
\ldblquote No! No! You mustn\rquote t do that! I haven\rquote t anything else on.\rdblquote Despite her struggles, the nightdress was lifted off and Fiona sat there naked in front of her uncle.
\ldblquote My God! The bastards really did work you over.\rdblquote Reggie examined the belt marks carefully and thoroughly. More thoroughly than was necessary but it wasn\rquote t often he had a naked teenager in front of him. Tenderly he touched her breasts and arse and examined her cuntal area. Fiona was sobbing again with embarrassment. It was the third time in one day her body was revealed to others.
For a while Reggie sat and held the crying girl to his chest until her tears began to soak his shirt. He lifted her away and said very quietly, \ldblquote Now you must tell me everything.\rdblquote Fiona just shook her head.
\ldblquote I guess they or he threatened you with worse, Fiona. It can\rquote t happen. They would be in far more trouble than you if they dared to touch you again.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Oh you don\rquote t know that Unc. It would be a whip next time.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yes, and it will be a whip on your arse now if you don\rquote t start to speak.\rdblquote Reggie\rquote s voice was low but full of menace. \ldblquote So let\rquote s work it out. It happened after you left school. You either met with schoolboys or someone met you at the gate or on the way home. Did you know them?\rdblquote Fiona nodded. \ldblquote Were they from school?\rdblquote Again the nod. \ldblquote Names Fiona.\rdblquote This wasn\rquote t a question. It was a demand. Fiona sat silently until her uncle\rquote s hand reached around her and squeezed and already tender tit. She screamed.
\ldblquote Fiona, I said we could do this the easy way or the hard way. I don\rquote t want to hurt you any more but I will find out who and what happened one way or the other.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You won\rquote t go to the police? I couldn\rquote t stand that.\rdblquote
Reggie just laughed. \ldblquote My relationship with the polies isn\rquote t on the friendliest basis. No I certainly won\rquote t go to them. Now tell me what happened and I will see they are punished at least as severely as you and without any comebacks. I have to means to do that as you might have heard.\rdblquote Slowly and with several promptings by nipping a tit, out came the whole sordid story. It made Reggie angry but it also had given him a raging hard-on, which didn\rquote t go unnoticed by his niece.
\ldblquote You\rquote re as bad as they,\rdblquote she exclaimed when she noticed.
\ldblquote Fiona, you are an attractive young girl. Sitting here naked like this alongside me is bound to give me an erection but it doesn\rquote t mean I am going to take advantage of you. Hasn\rquote t the telling of the story made you a little bit horny too?\rdblquote Reggie put his hand between her legs. \ldblquote You don\rquote t have to answer that. I know how you must feel after being raped but you must try and get over the feeling that all fucking is painful and unpleasant. If you don\rquote t your whole life may be ruined. Most girls find sex with the right man very pleasurable. I am sure you have read about it in all those books of yours. It's a matter of preparation and willingness.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Unc? What are you going to do about Kathy and her friends?\rdblquote
\ldblquote As yet I don\rquote t know but over the next few days I will work on it. Meanwhile, I think it would be better if you came and stayed with Phyllis and me. That would keep them away from you and you wouldn\rquote t have to worry about your mother\rquote s churchie friends catching sight of your bruises or enquiring why you are not walking properly. In any case you are not in a fit state to go to school and probably won\rquote t be until you start in the sixth form next term.\rdblquote
When Jennifer returned she took a lot of persuading to allow Fiona to stay with Reggie and Phyllis. In her mind, Phyllis was a cheap tart and the fact that she had been living with Reggie for several years without being married to him, didn\rquote t help either. In the end Jennifer had to agree especially as her daughter forbade Reggie to say what had happened. All he would say was that until he could sort out those involved, Fiona might be in danger of it happening again, \ldblquote Certainly she is in fear of it,\rdblquote he stated categorically.
It was late when Reggie drove her in the big BMW with tinted glass windows the six miles to his home.
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Phyllis proved to be a down to earth friendly woman. Yes, she dressed in short skirts and revealed more of her breasts than most but she had a warm smile and a loving manner that Fiona took to immediately. Her mother never was really close to her. Reggie only told her that Fiona had been beaten and raped without going into details. Giving Fiona a gentle hug she said, \ldblquote You can tell me the gory details later if you wish.\rdblquote Trying to make her feel at home, Phyllis added extra cushions for her chair and made a pot of tea and recommended she take two Ibuprofen painkillers, which she did.
After showing Fiona to the guest room they sat side by side and cuddled the younger girl while she again sobbed for a while. Gently she quieted down and Phyllis enquired what her mother had said about the whip marks. \ldblquote Nothing. She just bathed them.\rdblquote
\rdblquote Did she douche you?\rdblquote Fiona nodded.
\ldblquote Good. Did she suggest getting the morning after pill?\rdblquote
\ldblquote No.\rdblquote
\ldblquote We\rquote d better do that in the morning. No sense in risking a pregnancy. Right then young lady, let\rquote s have these clothes off and get some salve on. Fiona cried out as her knickers scraped her bottom. \ldblquote They did this just because you didn\rquote t give them all your money? Surely there was more to it than that?\rdblquote
\ldblquote That was the only reason Auntie Phyllis, except I think they wanted to make an example to the others so they could take money from them too.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Not so much of the \lquote Auntie\rquote miss. It makes me feel old and I am not that much older than you. Perhaps ten years but that\rquote s not old. Now lets see what we can do with this salve. I\rquote ll start on your back and bottom and then go to the more tender places.\rdblquote Phyllis very gently applied the salve and said, \ldblquote We\rquote ll let it soak in for a bit and then I\rquote ll put a clean sheet down and you can try and lay on your back so I can do the front. At least the weather is warm enough so you won\rquote t need blankets and I suggest you don\rquote t try and wear a nightie either.\rdblquote Seeing an alarmed look in Fiona\rquote s face she went on, \ldblquote Oh you don\rquote t have to worry about nudity here. We don\rquote t.\rdblquote Phyllis went to get a sheet.
On her return, Fiona was lying as she had left her. \ldblquote Sorry Fi, we\rquote ve got to move you so I can get at the front. I know it is going to hurt a bit but we need to put the salve on the other places.\rdblquote Again a cry was forced from Fiona as she turned herself and lay on her back on the sheet. Phyllis applied a generous amount of salve to the swollen and bruised tits. Sensuously and carefully she massaged it in. \ldblquote Looks like your tits will still develop a bit more,\rdblquote remarked Phyllis, \ldblquote Mine were full grown before I was fifteen. Some of the boys used to call me Titty Phylly because they developed before I grew in height. Mine are still pretty large now but more in proportion to my body, don\rquote t you think?\rdblquote
The question flustered and embarrassed Fiona. At home breast development was hardly talked about, at least it hadn\rquote t been since it was first decided she needed a bra. \ldblquote They\rquote re er er nice,\rdblquote was all the poor girl could stammer and blush. She blushed further when Phyllis started to rub the salve on to her pubic area. The lips were very swollen and tender and the clitoris stood out from the stimulation of the extra blood supply going to that area. Phyllis deliberately spent time gently but persistently massaging it until she could see the girl was stimulated.
\ldblquote Don\rquote t you do this to yourself?\rdblquote she asked. Another awkward question and one that Fiona didn\rquote t want to answer. Noticing how uneasy the girl was she stopped and gave her a hug. \ldblquote Sorry dear. I can see you are not used to this kind of talk. Now let\rquote s sit you up with a pile of pillows behind your back. I doubt if you will sleep for a bit so we\rquote ll talk and I\rquote ll try to help you through this traumatic event. It\rquote s no good ignoring it, which is what I suspect your mother would do. I go at it like a hammer on a nail so just say if it is too painful for you. We can talk as woman to woman now you\rquote re no longer a virgin. I\rquote ll get out of these jeans and get comfortable too.\rdblquote
Phyllis shed her clothes in front of the younger girl then sat alongside her on the bed and cuddled her. This act of comfort caused Fiona to cry again but the tears soon stopped as Phyllis\rquote s soothing words comforted her. Gradually they talked more and more freely. Phyllis knew better than to ask her directly about the day\rquote s events but talked about what she would have been doing at home, her mother, school, and other everyday things. Gradually though it seemed as if Fiona wanted to talk about her beating and rape. \ldblquote What will Uncle Reggie do about Kathy and the others?\rdblquote she asked.
\ldblquote I don\rquote t think he\rquote s really worked out a plan yet but he\rquote s been on the phone to some of his friends so I guess they will do something shortly.\rdblquote
Ten o\rquote clock and a knock came at the bedroom door. Phyllis pulled a sheet up to cover them although she wasn\rquote t bothered for herself. Reggie came in to ask if they would like a glass of wine or a hot chocolate drink. \ldblquote White wine for me,\rdblquote Phyllis answered, \ldblquote And a glass for Fiona too. It may help her to sleep. You do like white wine?\rdblquote she added turning to Fiona.
\ldblquote Mother doesn\rquote t allow me to drink wine.\rdblquote
\ldblquote But we\rquote re not going to tell her are we?\rdblquote Phyllis laughed
Reggie brought the wine and sat and chatted with them for while before going downstairs again. An hour later they heard him in the next room getting ready for bed. \ldblquote I\rquote d better go too,\rdblquote Phyllis said as she got up to go to the connecting door. \ldblquote Fiona? Don\rquote t be embarrassed or upset if you see Reggie naked or hear sounds from our room. It\rquote s quite normal for us to wander around with nothing on and to have friends to stay who have similar views on lovemaking to us. I\rquote m unbolting this door but if you wish to bolt it again behind me, by all means do so. If the pain gets too bad in the night come and wake me. I shan\rquote t mind. I sleep on this side of the bed and there is a small light so you will be able to see. I shall be very annoyed with you if I find out in the morning you lay there in pain when I could have given you another couple of Ibuprofen or put on some salve. Don\rquote t worry about Reggie. While he would probably like to get his cock in you, he won\rquote t unless you agree. He won\rquote t force you or rape you. I guarantee that. Now you know where the bathroom is so is there anything else you need?\rdblquote On receiving a negative reply, Phyllis said goodnight.
Fiona lay awake for a long while. The pills and the salve had reduced the pain levels to a dull ache unless she tried to move. She found the best position was on her side but that wasn\rquote t how she was used to sleeping. The noises outside were different too and then there was the creaking of the bed and groans emanating from the next bedroom. She guessed what was happening and began to feel stirrings in her loins but it was too warm and too painful to relieve herself.
Three a.m. and the severe pains returned. Outside she heard the rumblings of a distant storm. She lay awake for a long while before eventually deciding to take Phyllis at her word and ask for some salve. Quietly, as if she was a burglar, she opened the door and peered in. Phyllis and Reggie lay quietly sleeping side by side in a huge bed with just a sheet covering their lower parts. Gently she touched Phyllis on the shoulder and when bleary eyes opened whispered her request for some cream. \ldblquote Sorry to wake you but the pains have come back badly.\rdblquote
By the time the salve had been applied and the pills taken, the storm had broken over the house. Even at 16 years old and now, especially as she was upset and in pain, Fiona was somewhat afraid. \ldblquote Oh. You are a silly goose,\rdblquote Phyllis exclaimed as she led the frightened girl to back to master bedroom. Reggie was awake. He lay counting the seconds from lightening to thunder. His partner climbed into bed alongside him and indicated Fiona to lie alongside her. \ldblquote You frightened of storms Fiona?\rdblquote Reggie asked.
\ldblquote I don\rquote t like them when they make as much noise as this.\rdblquote
\ldblquote It\rquote s still about a mile away. How are you? Pain came back?\rdblquote
\ldblquote It should ease again now Phyllis has put the salve on.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Well try and get some sleep, if this racket will allow anyone to sleep.\rdblquote
Phyllis held Fiona to her bosom. Almost it seemed deliberately she placed a nipple close to the younger girl's lips tempting her to suckle. Without really thinking about it, Fiona first kissed the nipple and when that wasn\rquote t repulsed she took it and gently sucked. It soon became erect and being stimulated, Phyllis fed more of her breast in the now willing mouth while she held the girl's head to prevent it from leaving the breast.
Hearing the sucking noises, Reggie turned over and decided he wanted some of the action so started sucking hard on the other teat. Shocked, Fiona tried to pull away but her head was held. \ldblquote Go on, suck hard,\rdblquote Reggie encouraged her, \ldblquote She loves having her tits sucked. Nibble the nipples a bit. She loves that too.\rdblquote
With the continuing storm in was obvious no one was going to sleep. Phyllis was becoming very horny and wet between her legs. Taking one of the girl\rquote s hands she pressed in on her mound and whispered to ask whether Fiona ever got wet like this and on getting a negative response, put her hand between her legs and whispered, \ldblquote Liar,\rdblquote and then giggled.
Reggie\rquote s cock was by now hard. He pulled Phyllis\rquote s legs apart and entered her. Again Fiona tried to pull away. \ldblquote Lie still,\rdblquote Phyllis spoke more sharply than she intended, \ldblquote Reggie is not going to fuck you. I know your experience of fucking was unpleasant but you must find out that it can be very enjoyable. So look and listen.\rdblquote She flung the sheet over the bottom of the bed so they were all uncovered. \ldblquote Watch closely. We won\rquote t mind and you might learn more than you expect.\rdblquote
The large cock slid into Phyllis's ready vagina. At first Fiona tried not to look but curiosity overcame any feelings of guilt she had. Having fucked only hours earlier, Reggie took his time and worked hard to give Phyllis the maximum pleasure. Soon she was crying out with pleasure and begging him to do it harder. Both were covered in sweat and Fiona herself sweated with them from the radiant heat of the two copulating bodies. Watching, as she was almost forced to, Fiona marvelled at the size of Reggie\rquote s prick and the way Phyllis took it so readily into her. Kevin\rquote s had seemed large to her but the one she was looking at was at least a couple of inches longer and certainly it was fatter. Although the light in the room wasn\rquote t bright, Fiona could clearly see how the prick glistened with juices produced by the two. Again she felt stirrings within her body that we not present during her rape.
Reggie\rquote s movement ceased and the pair lay quietly for some minutes without separating. \ldblquote Thanks,\rdblquote Reggie said once he had regained his breath. \ldblquote Thank you darling,\rdblquote replied Phyllis as she bent over and gave the now deflated cock a squeeze and then took the end in her mouth and sucked it for a few moments before lying down again. Finally the storm abated, and the cooler air blew in. Fiona thought she ought to return to her own bed but didn\rquote t want to leave the eroticism alongside her, eroticism she had only read about. Phyllis settled any thoughts of leaving by covering all of them with the sheet and cuddling her guest closely again saying, \ldblquote We might as well try and get a few hours sleep.\rdblquote Reggie was already snoring gently.
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Walking proved difficult and painful for Fiona when she and Phyllis did get up. Much earlier, Reggie had gone to work so the two were alone in the house. It was nearly 9 a.m. when pain and the need to go to the toilet awoke Fiona and her stirring roused her companion. After enquiring on her health, Phyllis suggested they shower and more salve then she would see about getting the morning after pill.
Reggie phoned while Phyllis was at the pharmacy and getting some other items of shopping. After enquiring how she was he asked, \ldblquote Will you be well enough to go for a drive in the car about 3.30 this afternoon?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yes, I guess so. It\rquote s walking that seems to be the real problem at the moment. Where are we going?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Not far. And no one can see inside the car. Tell Philly I called.\rdblquote
Three-thirty saw her sitting in the chauffeur driven car beside a dapper, sharp little man with an expensive looking camera around his neck. He introduced himself as Darren and he would be co-ordinating the punishment of her attackers and rapists. \ldblquote First though I need to know who I need to punish,\rdblquote Darren stated, \ldblquote That is why you are here. We are going to park near the school gates and I want you to point out those involved so we get the right people.\rdblquote Bryn and Pete came out together shouting at some juniors. As they stopped to issue threats and insults, Darren was able to take good pictures of them. Kathy and Melanie came out soon after. Luckily they too kept apart from the bulk of the crowd and again Darren was able to get more than enough pictures to identify them even if Kathy\rquote s punk style hair do didn\rquote t immediately give her away. No sign of Kevin and Michael though. Then Fiona remembered. Tuesday was a football day and the match usually lasted to gone 4 o\rquote clock. \ldblquote We\rquote ll wait,\rdblquote said Darren.
\ldblquote It might be better if we waited further along the road. Often the footballers cut across the back field and through a gap in the fence if no one is around. Either way both of them live on that side of the estate and would go along Fenchurch Road to get to their homes or to the shopping centre.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Good thinking girl.\rdblquote Darren praised Fiona\rquote s quick logical thinking. She was proved right. Four boys, heads down, ran across the back field and nipped through the fence. Two were Michael and Kevin. The four kept more or less together but it didn\rquote t matter as all four unknowingly had their pictures taken many times.
That evening Darren spread the pictures over the dining table. Fiona was again asked to identify the people. Suddenly Reggie picked out two photos of Kathy, \ldblquote Does she often wear that yellow butterfly broach?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Quite often. Seems to think it is some sort of lucky charm. Why?\rdblquote
\ldblquote On the CCTV tape of a shop raid the other week one of the raiders was wearing a similar broach in her hair, but it wasn\rquote t a punk like her. Long black curls.\rdblquote
\ldblquote That\rquote s her wig. She wears it when her red and green spikes would be too conspicuous. Occasionally to school as well if she feels like it. More in the winter, rarely in this heat.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I think we shall have to have a few more words with Miss Kathy O\rquote Sullivan after she has made amends for her bullying. She cost me and the Patel\rquote s a lot of money last week.\rdblquote Reggie spat the word out with venom.
\ldblquote What will you do to her - them?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Probably better if you don\rquote t know! Do you know where they all live?\rdblquote Fiona knew the exact addresses of the two girls and within a few houses where Bryn and Pete lived but had only a vague idea of the whereabouts of Michael and Kevin. All four usually hang out together although I don\rquote t know where as I never go out at night.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Okay, thanks Fiona. Go and sit with Phyl now while I discus what to do.\rdblquote Reggie dismissed her from the gathering and noted she still walked very stiffly as she made her way to the lounge. \ldblquote If this is girl raiding our shops then she is likely to do it tonight. She used to have a gang but since they nearly got her caught, she has operated on her own and Tuesdays and Wednesdays seem favoured perhaps because there are less people around than at the weekends. Raids are usually between 10 and 11 at night, when the shops are still just about open but things are quiet. Have her followed from her home and bring her to the warehouse after she had attempted a raid. Have plenty of men as back-up.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Okay boss. What about the others?\rdblquote Darren asked, \ldblquote They may be hanging around in a crowd.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Pick up the girl soon after she leaves home, - if she does. Then see if you can get the others before they get to the arcade or where ever they are headed. Try to do it without fuss. You know what to do when you get them to the warehouse.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Sure do boss. I already have the necessary staff ready waiting for a phone call.\rdblquote
}{\b\f19\fs22 Chapter 3. Retribution
}{\f19\fs22 Little did Melanie realise that from the moment she closed the door behind her, she was being watched. Swiftly she walked between the cars parked half on the pavement until she came to a blue van that was parked so close a garden wall there was hardly room to get through. As she tried to pass a balaclava hooded man appeared ahead of her and another behind. Suddenly she was in darkness, the light shut out by a dark sack thrown over her head. Draw cords, pulled tight around her waist pinioned her arms. Helpless she felt herself being lifted and then dumped on a metallic floor. An engine started and the vehicle moved away to she knew not where.
Bryn and Pete sauntered along idly kicking a Cola can towards the arcade. In their interest in the football can they failed to notice two men pull balaclavas over their faces and creep quickly behind them. Each felt a jab of a metal object just under their rib cages and a hand forced one of their arms high across their back. \ldblquote Struggle and you're dead. Or at least you\rquote ll have a horrible wound in your guts,\rdblquote growled one of the assailants. A third man appeared. Within seconds, they too had a sack over their heads and were lying alongside Melanie, although they didn\rquote t know it at the time.
Half a mile away a second unmarked van picked Michael up but there was no sign of Kevin. Driving around the estate for ten minutes didn\rquote t produce a sighting either. They parked at the end of a cul de sac. Covering his face one of the men entered the back of the van untied Michael\rquote s binding and removed the sack. A knife was thrust at the terrified boy\rquote s face. \ldblquote Where\rquote s Kevin?\rdblquote
\ldblquote I don\rquote t know.\rdblquote The knife lightly touched the boy\rquote s cheek.
\ldblquote Where were you to meet him?\rdblquote
\ldblquote At the arcade later.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Where\rquote s he live?\rdblquote Reluctantly but with the ever-present threat of the knife, Michael gave the address. His sack was replaced and the van moved off again.
Kevin left his home and walked and half ran down the road to a group of other youths. \ldblquote Fuck it!\rdblquote swore the van driver, \ldblquote Hope he isn\rquote t planning on going all the way with that lot.\rdblquote Luckily they were heading for a disco and suggested that Kevin bring his friends over later. Separating at a busy road junction, Kevin headed towards the arcade. Pulling the van to the kerb ahead of the boy the one offside passenger jumped out and leaned over the bonnet, the other waited until Kevin drew level and then ran around the back of the van. Out of the corner of his eye Kevin spotted the masked man and decided to run. Unfortunately for him the front man was able to put a foot out and cause him to fall on his face. He joined Michael in the van.
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\ldblquote One to base. She\rquote s just leaving the house.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Keep her in sight.\rdblquote
\ldblquote She\rquote s waiting at the bus stop. It's the number 23 service from here. Goes through to Shoreditch.\rdblquote
\ldblquote If she is after one of our shops the only one in that direction is Gunjur Singh\rquote s but there are plenty of other small shops she might decide to raid. Follow the bus discretely.\rdblquote
Reggie passed the information to Gunjur Singh. \ldblquote Let her have free rein Gunjur. Make sure the CCTV is working and if you have a camcorder and someone can hide and use it so much the better. But remember, even if you know what she is up to, let her do it. We should have plenty of back up to catch her red handed.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Very good, Mr. Reggie. My son is here and he well knows the camcorder so he will hide on landing to second floor, Sir.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Good. It may not be your shop she\rquote s after but for once, I hope it is.\rdblquote
\ldblquote She\rquote s on the 23 bus.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Alighting in High Street. You could be right that its Singh\rquote s shop. No. She\rquote s gone past. Back again looking in the window. Possibly checking it out.\rdblquote
\ldblquote All units be alert and ready position yourselves close to the shop but don\rquote t make it obvious.\rdblquote Reggie\rquote s instructions came over their earpieces.
\ldblquote Walking down the road... Going into car parts shop. That\rquote s not her usual type of shop. Ronnie, check on her.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Coming out now. Walking back towards the Singh\rquote s. Ronnie\rquote s coming out of the shop now.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yes, this is Ronnie. She bought a spray can of black paint.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Gunjur, keep out of sight for a few minutes, then come in from room as though you had been getting a bite to eat.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Entering the Singh\rquote s.\rdblquote
Kathy entered the shop head down so the CCTV camera would only see the crown of her wig. Making her way directly under the lens she held her arm up and sprayed it, blotting out its view of the shop. As directed, Gunjur returned from the back room and stood behind the counter pretending he hadn\rquote t noticed the video wasn\rquote t working. \ldblquote Can I get you anything miss?\rdblquote Microseconds later he found the nozzle of the spray can inches from his eyes. \ldblquote No miss, please miss. No!\rdblquote
\ldblquote Open the till.\rdblquote He did. Scooping the money into her bag, with one hand while still directing the nozzle with the other, Kathy grinned to herself on the ease which she had accomplished the raid. Her grinning was premature. Three men blocked the doorway. Her only other escape route was through the back room but as she leapt the counter she saw others coming in.
Rasnip Singh came out of hiding and excitedly yelled, \ldblquote I\rquote ve got it! I filmed everything!\rdblquote
*****
Four youths and two girls sat in the warehouse surrounded by tall stacks of palleted boxes. They couldn\rquote t see them through the blindfolds fastened over their eyes. Apart from this they were all naked and had both their wrists and ankles cuffed. Melanie was crying, Kathy and Kevin were swearing but the others were more or less quiet. Afraid to speak in case anything further happened to them.
Darren took charge. \ldblquote In case you are not aware of it, there are six of you here and many more of us. All of you took part in the beating and raping of Fiona Forsdyke yesterday and you, Kathy O\rquote Sullivan are here because you have raided many of the shops we own. It's now payback time.\rdblquote
\ldblquote That bitch squealed on us,\rdblquote Kathy yelled, \ldblquote She\rquote ll get it real good next time.\rdblquote
\ldblquote There won\rquote t be a next time, if you have any sense. You actually picked on the wrong girl. She may be shy and quiet but she has connections which is how and why you are all sitting here naked and awaiting sentence and punishment.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I demand my brief.\rdblquote Kathy knew her rights or so she thought.
Laughter came from the assembled men. \ldblquote Kathy,\rdblquote he laughed too, \ldblquote You don\rquote t need a brief you need a chastity belt and cast iron knickers!\rdblquote Again laughter filled that section of the warehouse. \ldblquote We are judge, jury and executioner. You have all been convicted and are now going to receive fitting punishments. We\rquote ll start with Miss Melanie.\rdblquote
\ldblquote No, please, I didn\rquote t do anything. I was only watching.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Melanie, you helped and encouraged what went on. You made no attempt to stop it. However, your punishment will be more lenient that the others. You will receive eight strokes of the riding crop across your bare arse and then one of the men here will fuck you. We have chosen a well endowed man as we suspect you are not a virgin, unlike poor Fiona, and will need something quite large in order to feel it properly.\rdblquote
At Darren\rquote s signal two men took the now screaming Melanie and laid her over a packing case. \ldblquote It\rquote s a shame you other\rquote s can\rquote t watch,\rdblquote Darren went on, \ldblquote but we can\rquote t have you recognising us. However, for your benefit I will try and describe the action. We can ignore the noise she makes because there is no one near and the boxes in this warehouse muffle the sound.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Melanie is naked like you and is being held over a box by two men. Her arse is well up and her ankle cuffs have been taken off so her legs are well apart and her cunt is nicely on view to us all.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Swoosh\rdblquote
\ldblquote Aaarghh!\rdblquote
\ldblquote Well I guess you all heard that. Melanie has a lovely red stripe across the top of her thighs.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Swoosh\rdblquote
\ldblquote Aaarghh!\rdblquote
\ldblquote Another stripe just above the first.\rdblquote Melanie was now yelling at the top of her voice and pleading with them to have mercy on her.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Swoosh\rdblquote
\ldblquote Aaarghh! No. No more please. You\rquote ll kill me.\rdblquote
They didn\rquote t kill her but they did create an intense area of fire and pain over the whole buttock area. She writhed and bucked but strong hands held her and in short time eight welts were decorating the previously while flesh.
\ldblquote She\rquote s now had her eight lashes across the arse.\rdblquote Darren continued his description of the events to the other captives. \ldblquote Fiona also had several across her cunt so Melanie is to get two strokes there as well. Hold her well open boys.\rdblquote All five of the other captives had tears running down their faces. Melanie\rquote s screams and the knowledge they would receive a similar or worse thrashing buckled their resolve to be brave.
\ldblquote Aaarghh! Noooooo!\rdblquote From the intensity and higher pitch of the scream it was immediately obvious to the visually excluded listeners, the first stroke had landed on her cunt. A further scream shortly after indicated the delivery of the second instalment.
\ldblquote As with Fiona\rquote s punishment, those two strokes were to make her cunt nice and tender so she will feel the full effect of the cock when it enters her. We\rquote ve found a real large one for her, ten inches long and over two in diameter.\rdblquote Darren exaggerated its size for the benefit of his listeners. \ldblquote It's now nice and hard and at this moment a condom is being rolled over it. We don\rquote t want sperm left inside her for DNA tests nor do we want to risk our cock man getting any disease she might have.\rdblquote
Feeling the cock head at her opening, Melanie instinctively clenched her vagina but then realising the futility of it tried to relax. It was a very difficult task with all the pain she felt in that area. The cock head entered. It felt huge. Kevin\rquote s was the previous biggest cock that she\rquote d taken but this was much, much larger. Teasingly, it entered a couple of inches, painfully stretching the lips and cuntal opening and pulled back. It did this several times and despite the pain, it did get a little of her moisture flowing. Even so she was completely unprepared for the forceful, full depth thrust that followed. Crying and screaming hysterically, she begged to be left alone. \ldblquote You\rquote re tearing me apart. Fiona didn\rquote t have to take anything like this!\rdblquote
The cock shaft withdrew almost all the way and then plunged in again before setting a steady to and fro rhythm. For ten minutes the rape continued until the man sent his seed into the condom and the girl was returned to sit very painfully on the floor.
Kathy listened with very mixed emotions to the cries emanating from her friend. She knew Melanie was going through hell. She knew she would be given the same treatment, or worse, and yet the sounds and her own imagination had caused her juices to flow with the sadistic sexual stimulation.
Darren kept up the commentary. \ldblquote Now it is the turn of you boys. First a dozen lashes across the arse then six on your cocks and finally, just so you know what rape really means, we have four gay men here who will delight in forcing their cocks up your tight arseholes. They love young boys and may even want second helpings.\rdblquote All four boys yelled, cursed and swore but it made no difference. Bryn was dragged to the box and soon the warehouse echoed to his hoarse screams as the riding crop made it mark repeatedly across Bryn\rquote s arse cheeks.
\ldblquote Swoosh.\rdblquote
\ldblquote That\rquote s twelve,\rdblquote Darren continued, \ldblquote and his arse now is covered with welts. There is hardly any space between them. However, I do believe Bryn is getting a hard on. Yes, he is at least semi hard now. That will be good for the next phase of his punishment. Perhaps the way his balls are jiggling when each stroke lands has stimulated him or it may be the fire in his bum is caused the blood to flow in his cock.\rdblquote
\ldblquote They are now lifting him to a standing position. He\rquote s not very steady on his feet but that doesn\rquote t matter, two strong guys have him. Another man is placing a table under his cock. Its only about 4 or 5 inches long but I guess you all know that, and is now laying flat on the hard table top so the cock will feel the full impact of the crop.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Swoosh. Slap.\rdblquote The noise sounded like a rifle shot as the crop hit both the base of Joe\rquote s cock and the table. A terrible cry followed and was followed by five others as the crop worked it vicious havoc along the length of the boy\rquote s cock shaft swollen now by welts rather than more pleasurable male hardness. It was all described in very graphic detail to the horrified listeners waiting their turn.
\ldblquote Over the box with him again. Are you ready gay man one?\rdblquote Having witnessed the boy\rquote s thrashing, gay man one was certainly ready with a rock hard, condom covered cock. He applied Vaseline to Bryn\rquote s arsehole and to the condom before pushing it to the puckered brown opening. Three attempts later gay man one gained limited entry to the virgin hole. Pitiful cries from the tortured boy, pleas and sobs accompanied his efforts. Entry having been made, the sphincter muscles opened to allow the lubricated cock to fully enter. Gay man one took full advantage of this and rammed it home and continued forcefully fucking the boy\rquote s sore arse. What seemed like an eternity later, gay man one ejaculated and withdrew. Bryn, crying, yelling and swearing was unceremoniously dumped on the floor alongside Melanie who was sobbing quietly after her ordeal.
\ldblquote Gag, that one,\rdblquote Darren commanded, \ldblquote and then bring Pete to the box.\rdblquote
An hour later all four boys had similar treatment. Kevin\rquote s rape had been particularly brutal. Darren saved gay man four till last because he had the largest cock and he thought it fitting Kevin should receive it. \ldblquote Now Kathy, seeing this was your idea and you personally carried out the thrashing and orchestrated the rape of an innocent girl, you must expect to receive more punishment than the others. That\rquote s only fair.\rdblquote
\ldblquote No! No!\rdblquote Kathy cried out as she was carried to the box, \ldblquote No girl could possibly take more than you gave Melanie and survive.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I can assure you, they can and you will. Remember too, this punishment is only for what you did to Fiona, there is still the question of recompense for all the robberies to our shops. I think a dozen on the arse for starters\rdblquote
Twelve strokes of the crop later and Kathy was reduced to a howling, sobbing and pleading heap of sore flesh. \ldblquote Turn her over.\rdblquote Darren\rquote s order was greeted with further supplications for mercy, which were treated with contempt. \ldblquote You didn\rquote t show Fiona any mercy. Now you know what it feels like to be totally at the mercy of others. Half a dozen across the tops of her thighs and on her mound.\rdblquote
Methodically the crop seared it stripes across the lower part of her belly and the top of her legs. \ldblquote Four to her cunt, that probably needs more tenderizing than Melanie\rquote s.\rdblquote Kathy started to slip into unconsciousness but a cup of cold water revived her. \ldblquote No, you are not going to sleep on us dear, you must feel every stroke and we are not done yet.\rdblquote They did however give her a few minutes break.
\ldblquote Can you guess which parts are to feel the lash next?\rdblquote taunted Darren. Kathy could, but didn\rquote t answer. The pain was already almost unbearable.
\ldblquote I only used a belt on Fiona\rquote s tits, what will the riding crop do to mine?\rdblquote She dreaded the feel of that terrible weapon on her very soft flesh. Arms lifted her and placed a narrower box directly under her shoulder blades. Her head fell back on one side and her stomach on the other leaving her breasts as the highest points of her body. Even flattened by gravity, they presented an easy target.
\ldblquote Warm them up.\rdblquote For the first time, no fixed number was given. Darren had no idea how much pain a girl could take there but was about to find out. The whipper laid the first stroke across the underside of both breasts long the crease where they joined the chest. A blood-curdling howl came from Kathy. A second stripe appeared this time across the upper crease. Each succeeding stroke applied alternately to the lower and upper breast surfaces came closer to the nipples. Stroke seven went right across both. Kathy passed out. More water revived her.
Her rape was almost a non-event. Yes, she did receive a good fucking from the same man who had defiled Melanie, but she was so out of it the pain of her thrashing nullified that any sensations from the prick.
}{\b\f19\fs22 Chapter 4. The Cellar}{\f19\fs22
Kathy lay awake and watched the light from the small window set high in one wall of the room. It could be a dungeon she thought but as the light increased saw it was a cellar. Every so often she tried to move and find a more comfortable way to lie on the lumpy mattress that was the only item on the old iron bedstead but every time she moved more pain flashed through her tortured flesh. Shouting was out of the question. Her voice had gone from the screaming of the previous evening, her throat was parched and she wanted a drink but with her wrists cuffed behind her and one ankle chained to a bed post she couldn\rquote t go far even if she knew where to go. Some time, it must have been early because the house was very quiet, the boiler came on and started to heat the hot water system making the already stifling atmosphere even hotter. Kathy sweated but that only increased her misery.
Later she heard faint voices. \ldblquote Help,\rdblquote she tried to shout but no real sound came.
*****
\ldblquote Would you like to see how Kathy was punished, Fiona?\rdblquote Reggie asked his niece at breakfast the next morning. She\rquote d had a good night\rquote s sleep and was feeling better although it still hurt to move and sit on a hard chair.
\ldblquote You\rquote ve punished her already?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yes, and the others. The others were dropped off near their homes but Kathy\rquote s in the cellar as she still has to pay off the debt she owes for the robberies.\rdblquote
\ldblquote What did you do to her?
\ldblquote Same as she did to you but more so.\rdblquote
Reggie unlocked the cellar door and let the way down the stairs. After the brightness of the sunshine streaming in the wide kitchen window, the cellar seemed very dim but Fiona was able to make out the form of a huddled figure lying on a bed.
\ldblquote Well what does it feel like to get some of the treatment you gave me?\rdblquote Fiona\rquote s voice held a note of triumph. \ldblquote Now you know what it is like too...\rdblquote
Aghast at the sight that beheld her when three pairs of fluorescent lights spluttered into life, Fiona stopped in mid sentence. Kathy lay uncovered on top of a mattress still crying and moaning with the pain. \ldblquote Oh my God, Uncle Reggie, you went too far. You can\rquote t punish her any more.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I can and I will. A petty crook like her deserves all she gets. Have you forgotten what she did to you?\rdblquote
Kathy looked up at them and croaked something unintelligible. \ldblquote Let me clean her up and give her painkillers and salve like Phyllis did for me. You really did go too far Unc.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Actually it was Darren but he was acting on my orders. Oh okay, if you think you want to play nurse do so but make sure the chain is kept locked to the bed. Don\rquote t let her intimidate you. Remember you are her boss now.\rdblquote For the first time Fiona noticed the anklet and chain that connected Kathy to the bedpost. It was long enough to enable the girl to get out of bed but she restricted walking to a couple of yards.
\ldblquote What about the handcuffs? Can I take them off?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yes, if you think it is safe to do so. The key is on the shelf but I think I will put the anklet key in my pocket in case she tries to persuade you to free her. I know you have a soft heart.\rdblquote
\ldblquote What are you going to do with her?\rdblquote she asked her uncle and they left the cellar together. He was setting off for work and she to find materials cleaning and making Kathy more comfortable.
\ldblquote Probably keep her here a few days until she can move a bit and then take her to the timber yard.\rdblquote
\ldblquote She can\rquote t hump timber.\rdblquote
\ldblquote No but the seamen and clients may well pay to hump her.\rdblquote Reggie laughed at his own joke and left for the office.
Fiona woke Phyllis. She too was horrified by the sight of the girl and agreed the punishment was overdone, \ldblquote But that\rquote s Reggie\rquote s way,\rdblquote she said, \ldblquote he never does anything by halves. He probably won\rquote t like me helping either so I\rquote ll give you all the advice and materials I can and leave you to do the work. She\rquote ll probably want plenty to drink as well as the stuff I put on you. I\rquote ll get some more Ibuprofen when I go out. I do have to work as well you know, at least I am supposed to.\rdblquote
Fiona collected all the stuff she thought she would need. She even found spare pillows and clean sheets. Several months earlier, Mr. Hindley, the school careers officer suggested a nursing job for Fiona and she had thought about it but little did she then realise her nursing career would start in a cellar tending the wounds of a naked school girl. Placing a straw to the girl's lips, she helped her drink from the glass of orange juice.
\ldblquote Bitch!\rdblquote was all the thanks she got. The juice had loosened her vocal cords but her voice still sounded very hoarse.
Surprising herself, Fiona slapped the girl\rquote s face. \ldblquote Now you just listen to me Kathy. I\rquote m still sore from the beating you gave me.\rdblquote Fiona lifted her Tee shirt to show the bruises still on her breasts. \ldblquote My bottom and between my legs are very sore too and the memory of your spitefulness is still vivid so I can leave you here without anyone to see to you at all until the Reggie or his friends come and put some food and water out for you. That may not be till much later. However, if you are a little more civil I will try to relieve some of your pain. Either way it doesn\rquote t make much difference to me. Which is it to be?\rdblquote
Sullenly Kathy agreed to accept Fiona\rquote s offer.
\ldblquote Look here Kathy, I know you hate me probably as much as I hate you but if we call a truce, then I can help you and perhaps you can do a little for me too. Agreed?\rdblquote
\ldblquote I guess so.\rdblquote Again the reply was made without enthusiasm.
\ldblquote I am going to take off the handcuffs now but at the first sign of trouble they go on again. Understand?\rdblquote Kathy nodded.
\ldblquote Okay. Do you need to pee?\rdblquote Kathy nodded. \ldblquote I\rquote m sorry but I cannot release you and the only thing they have provided is this \lquote guzunder\rquote . Taking the pot from under the bed to show Kathy.
\ldblquote That\rquote s just an old fashioned piss-pot. Do you expect me to use that? And what did you call it a guzunder for?\rdblquote
\ldblquote It\rquote s that or nothing,\rdblquote answered Fiona, \ldblquote and guzunder was what my grandmother called it because it \lquote goes under\rquote the bed. Now swing your legs over the edge of the bed.\rdblquote The explanation almost brought a smile to Kathy\rquote s face.
Swinging legs was easier said than done. Putting any weight on her arse caused bolts of fiery pain to shoot through her body but with Fiona taking some of the weight from her body she managed it. \ldblquote I can\rquote t sit on it!\rdblquote Kathy cried, tears again streaming from her eyes. Fiona placed a chair either side of the pot and Kathy was able to rest her arms on the seats to keep herself from actually sitting while Fiona positioned the pot under the stream.
\ldblquote Only a few days ago,\rdblquote thought Fiona, \ldblquote I would never have dreamed of watching another girl pee. Now after having been raped and sleeping with Reggie and Phyllis, I can do it without even blushing.\rdblquote
Kathy took two of the proffered painkillers and allowed Fiona to wash the mascara and make-up that had run and all the dirt from her face. Quite accidentally during the washing, Fiona\rquote s hand touched Kathy\rquote s breasts. \ldblquote Careful bitch!\rdblquote The words were full of venom. Without a word, Fiona packed the washing gear and salve and started to leave. Halfway up the stairs Kathy called her back. \ldblquote I\rquote m sorry Fiona. Don\rquote t go.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Kath, let me make this clear before I try to help you. First, I didn\rquote t know anything about this happening until breakfast this morning. Secondly, while you are here, you take orders from me. Not the other way round. I may not hurt anywhere near as much as you but I still hurt and it makes me remember why you are here. Perhaps I keep calm too long but if and when I get mad at your insults, then look out. It won\rquote t take much to make you scream the roof off.\rdblquote To emphasise the point she lightly flicked a nipple with the back of her fingertips, which did indeed cause Kathy to howl with pain. \ldblquote Be reasonable with me and I will do what I can for you, otherwise you can suffer like they intended. Is that clear?\rdblquote
No answer.
\ldblquote Is that clear?\rdblquote
Kathy nodded and again murmured, \ldblquote Sorry.\rdblquote There was authority in Fiona\rquote s voice she had not heard before.
\ldblquote Lay back and I am going to wash your breasts. It will hurt but I must get them clean before I put on the salve so you will just have to bear it for a bit. I will be as careful as I can.\rdblquote Fiona handled the swollen and bruised tits as carefully as she could but even so it caused Kathy to cry out several times before the salve was rubbed in and she could turn her attentions to other areas. The buttocks were fairly straightforward although extremely painful but then came the vaginal area. \ldblquote Do I need to get a douche?\rdblquote
\ldblquote No. It would be too fucking painful and they used French letters so there is nothing inside but they did use the fucking crop very hard on it.\rdblquote
Fiona reminded her to be careful of her language and then cleaned and salved the whole area and paid particular attention to the clit. Having received at least one direct hit it was puffy and livid red. In spite of her upbringing, Fiona began feeling the moisture flow in her own cunt as she gently massaged her companion. Pain took away some of the sexual feeling from Kathy but she understood why Fiona was doing it.
\ldblquote What are they going to do with me?\rdblquote Kathy asked.
\ldblquote I don\rquote t really know but there was some talk of taking you to the timber yard and making you work off the debt for your robberies.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I can\rquote t shift timber. I can\rquote t even move far.\rdblquote
\ldblquote They know that but from what I just heard you wouldn\rquote t have to move much. You would be entertaining clients lying down. That\rquote s only what I heard them talking about. It may not happen.\rdblquote
Kathy groaned. \ldblquote They are going to use me as a cheap fucking whore. Sorry. Can you do anything to stop them?\rdblquote
\ldblquote I honestly doubt if they will take any notice of me. Now lie on your side, that\rquote s what if found best, and get some rest. I\rquote ll look in again later.\rdblquote
An hour later, Fiona looked in. Kathy was dripping with sweat but was dozing. The painkillers had kicked in but the air was hot and humid. Fiona tried the window but that hadn\rquote t been opened for years. She found a desk fan in one of the rooms and set that to blow air over the girl. It helped a little. Fortunately the boiler timer was now in the off position.
\ldblquote Can I have some more drink?\rdblquote Fiona\rquote s movements had wakened Kathy from her light doze.
\ldblquote What else do you say?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Please, Miss.\rdblquote Kathy made it sound as if she was answering one of her teachers.
Along with the drink, Fiona brought a bowl of cold water and a flannel and gently began wiping the sweat off the girl\rquote s body but even the small amount of effort she exerted caused her blouse to become soaked with her own sweat. She took it off. Her tits were still very colourful but were pale when compared to the exotic hues of Kathy\rquote s.
\ldblquote It\rquote s alright for you, you can get a shower. I can\rquote t even have a proper piss.\rdblquote Kathy grumbled. \ldblquote Sorry, I know you can\rquote t help it. Would you rub some more cream on...please?\rdblquote
\ldblquote How is she?\rdblquote Phyllis enquired. They were in the kitchen preparing vegetables for the evening meal.
\ldblquote Sore of course but the heat is crippling down there. It will be worse now the boiler has cut in again.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I really was asking about her temper.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Oh, she not in a very good mood but at least she realises she is helpless and is now trying not to aggravate me. Are we cooking enough for her too?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Officially, no but I am sure there will be left-overs.\rdblquote There was and Fiona took them down to her and added some ice cream. Reggie at first refused when asked to allow her to have a shower but Fiona argued that it might prevent infection and in any case the conditions in the cellar were far too dehabilitating for anyone to recover. The heat wave and the boiler just made the cellar an oven. Finally he agreed to the shower with conditions.
\ldblquote You\rquote re a persistent little cuss. She doesn\rquote t deserve anyone like you to look after her.\rdblquote In the cellar he saw first hand what the conditions were like. \ldblquote If you agree to be responsible for her and not to remove the hand cuffs until she is back on the bed her and her ankle chain is fastened, then you can take her for a shower. There\rquote s a space heater in the garage. I\rquote ll bring that down and set that on cold blow so it should reduce the heat a little but it's noisy.\rdblquote Turning to Kathy, \ldblquote Bitch, you are in Fiona\rquote s charge. Any nonsense and you are back down here, no fan, no nothing and I will lock the cellar door so she can\rquote t get in and you can\rquote t get out. Understand?\rdblquote
Kathy knew she had no choice but to agree. She allowed her wrists to be cuffed so Reggie would unlock the ankle chain. Walking and climbing stairs pulled muscles that were stiff and tender but it felt good just to get out of the cellar heat. Fiona took her to the shower and undressed herself and they showered together.
\ldblquote Are you a lezzie?\rdblquote Kathy asked.
Blushing furiously, Fiona said \ldblquote No\rdblquote but her own mind wondered if she was. Washing Kathy\rquote s breasts and pubic mound she had feelings in her groin area that she hadn\rquote t known before. Moisture flowed in her vagina.
Trying to extend the visit to the shower as long as possible, Kathy kept up an unusually long conversion with Fiona. Eventually though, the water flow had to stop and Fiona carefully dried her with a fluffy towel. \ldblquote You can use the loo while I dry myself if you wish,\rdblquote Fiona whispered. Unfortunately without help from her hands, Kathy sat down harder than she intended and yelled as he tortured arse hit the seat but she made no other complaint. The loo was certainly preferable to the piss pot.
Within the translucent shower screen, Fiona dried herself and then waited until the sounds of Kathy pooping had ceased. It then hit her. Kathy wouldn\rquote t be able to wipe the shit from her own arse! \ldblquote Well if I really want to be a nurse, then I have to do it.\rdblquote Kathy suggested removing the handcuffs but that met with an adamant, \ldblquote No. We have to play by Uncle Reggie\rquote s rules otherwise he will lock you down there with nothing. It took some time for me to get him to allow you to shower.\rdblquote Kathy had to bend down and completely expose her arse to allow her shit to be wiped away. For some reason she found that far more embarrassing than when cream was being applied to the same area.
Fiona, not wanting to put on dirty clothes, led Kathy to the bedroom she now called hers and put on a light nightdress. Kathy sat on the soft bed and pair talked for a while mainly on what happened to her and the boys on the previous evening, until Phyllis came in and suggested Kathy better return to the cellar before Reggie came up.
*****
\ldblquote Do you think I\rquote m a Lezzie, Phyllis?\rdblquote
\ldblquote What makes you say that?\rdblquote They sat side by side on the bed; Phyllis with a glass of wine, Fiona with a glass of milk.
\ldblquote Kath asked, and when I cuddle with you I get feeling in my groin and I did when I washed her this morning and again in the shower.\rdblquote
\ldblquote That doesn\rquote t necessarily mean you're a lesbian. I get those feelings too when I\rquote m with a woman. And with you. You haven\rquote t experienced joy from a man yet so until you do, then reserve judgement. I like sex with men and with women. I don\rquote t suppose you\rquote ve had real sex with a woman either. Or have you?\rdblquote
\ldblquote No. I\rquote ve only been around naked women in the last few days apart from showering after sports. What...what is sex like with a woman?\rdblquote
\ldblquote I\rquote ll get another glass of wine and if you are not too sore, perhaps you would like to find out.\rdblquote Returning with a full glass, Phyllis lay close alongside the younger girl and kissed her passionately. Soon Fiona\rquote s tongue responded and they spent some time tongue fighting in each other mouths and massaging each other\rquote s breasts. Finally Phyllis pulled away. \ldblquote You just want to taste the wine!\rdblquote she laughed. \ldblquote Now because you are still sore, it will be better if you are on top. We\rquote ll try sixty-nining. Just do to me what I do to you.\rdblquote
Each soon had their heads buried in the other\rquote s crotch and were lapping cunt juices and sucking clits. Fiona came with an orgasm that was far more intense than any she had previously experienced. Phyllis followed minutes later but that didn\rquote t stop her continuing to excite her ward. Fiona was in heaven. She had never experienced anything like it. Phyllis\rquote s tongue probed, teased, aggravated and stimulated her beyond her wildest dreams. Her hands massaged her arse cheek bruises carefully but it all added to her sexual high. Slowly her mind registered that the hands were not as soft as previously. Opening her eyes, she looked down and was shocked to see Reggie standing there naked and doing the massaging. She tried to rise but a pair of thighs locked themselves around her head. \ldblquote Lie still and enjoy Fiona. Reggie won\rquote t rape you. I will see to that.\rdblquote
Reggie continued to rub her arse and cunt. Somehow, although rougher and less refined than Phyllis\rquote s ministrations, Fiona was more excited. Perhaps it was the realisation that it was being done by a naked man; a man with a hard erection. She climaxed again.
Reggie needed to relieve himself. Rolling Fiona to one side he climbed between his partner\rquote s legs and thrust his cock into the now well lubricated cunt. Lying where she was with her face close to the action, Fiona wondered what it would be like to have a man do it to her with love like Reggie was so obviously doing to Phyllis. Murmurs and cries of enjoyment emanated from Phyllis. \ldblquote It can\rquote t be as bad as my experiences,\rdblquote thought Fiona as she again contemplated having a man\rquote s cock inside her.
The oppressive heat and the fast action had made them all sweaty. Reggie suggested they all get into the master shower. It had two showerheads and would take the three of them comfortably. Each cleaned the others and Reggie made a special point of having Fiona clean his cock. Under her touch it started to harden but with the recent emission only became semi erect.
*****
For three more days the oppressive heat wave continued. Fiona did her best to keep Kathy cool and look after her but the heat made it all too easy for nerves to become frayed. As some of her whipping marks faded and muscles became easier to move, so increased Kathy\rquote s frustration at being chained to the bed. She only half believed that Fiona could not get the key and release her. On that third evening when it seemed another thunderstorm was brewing, Fiona came to collect the dirty dinner crockery. As usual she spent a few minutes sitting alongside Kathy and chatting. Suddenly the girl lashed out and her fist caught Fiona on her cheek knocking her off the bed. Immediately Kathy was on top of her. Her knees pressed into the smaller girl\rquote s back forcing her face to the floor. Grabbing a handful of hair she cried, \ldblquote Now bitch, agree to get the key, or I\rquote ll pull out every hair on your head by its roots.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I can\rquote t get it. Reggie has it in his pocket.!\rdblquote
\ldblquote Liar!\rdblquote
\ldblquote It\rquote s true. I can\rquote t get the key. Let me go. I\rquote ve tried to help you. Ooowww!!\rdblquote The scream followed a vicious tug on her hair.
\ldblquote Liar!\rdblquote
Fiona struggled and bucked despite the pain. Momentarily Kathy lost her balance. Fiona seeing her chance elbowed her attacker in the chest causing her to shriek with pain as the bony end found its mark in the still painful left breast. A kick to the crotch and Fiona was free and out of the chain\rquote s limited range.
Fury took over Fiona. \ldblquote So you sort to break the trust I put in you. Well if that is how you want to be repaid then so be it. This time though, I am going to do the paying.\rdblquote Garden tools were kept in a corner of the cellar and it was here that Fiona found a stack of bamboo canes that had seen service as plant supports. Selecting one even though it was old and probably brittle, it was a cane and Fiona intended to use it.
Kathy watched her approach. She knew she had gone too far. Never before had she seen Fiona lose her temper and she was very apprehensive indeed as to what might happen. Fiona wouldn\rquote t be using reason when she wielded the cane. Chained, she couldn\rquote t run but if she were quick enough, she could dodge the sweep of the cane. Fiona swung it wildly. Three times it sang its way through the air but fortunately Kathy was able to keep out of the way. Seeking to avoid the fourth swing, Kathy tripped over the chain and fell face down on the floor. Before she could rise, two hefty welts appeared across her back. The next one across her buttocks broke the cane. Fiona threw it away in disgust and suddenly realised what she had done. Feelings of remorse started to rise within her but the sense of power stayed. Her logical mind said, \ldblquote Keep in charge. Don\rquote t let her take the advantage again.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Get on the bed Kathy. Face down. Hands behind your back so I can put the cuffs on.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I\rquote m not that stupid bitch!\rdblquote
Calmly now, Fiona collected another cane. \ldblquote Either do it or receive a few more stripes.\rdblquote I can get Reggie, she thought, but that will diminish my power over her. Kathy eyed the new cane, trying to weigh up the chances of getting the upper hand.
\ldblquote Maybe if I can get her to come a little closer?\rdblquote Pretending to lie on the bed, she waited until Fiona came to place the cuffs on her wrists. Tiger-like she sprang knocking her opponent back but hindered by the chain on one foot, the spring didn\rquote t have the force she needed to completely overpower Fiona. It knocked her back winding her a little but she was able to keep out of her grasp. Kathy tried to follow with another attack but cool-headed now, Fiona waited and as the girl leaped, brought a tight fist into her stomach. The force of the punch combined with the force of the leap, completely knocked all the breath from Kathy and she fell gasping on the floor. Fiona slipped the cuffs on.
\ldblquote Well done, little one!\rdblquote Reggie stood on the stairs.
\ldblquote She attacked....."
\ldblquote Yeah, I know. I saw it. I could have helped earlier but thought it better for you to fight your own battles.\rdblquote Reggie came over. \ldblquote You want to use the cane on her now?\rdblquote
\ldblquote No. We\rquote ve both had enough pain. But, but why did she do it? After all I tried to do to help her. And she wouldn\rquote t believe I didn\rquote t have the key.\rdblquote Tears were flowing from Fiona\rquote s eyes. \ldblquote I tried to help her and she attacked me.\rdblquote She kept repeating the words as if they would offer an explanation.
Reggie rolled Kathy face up on the bed. Putting a hand in his pocket he withdrew a key. \ldblquote This is the only key to your chain. She didn\rquote t have access to it. I think you ought to apologise don\rquote t you?\rdblquote
\ldblquote No. As a prisoner, I think I am entitled to try and escape.\rdblquote
\ldblquote And perhaps I should punish you for making the attempt and trying to hurt one of my staff. How would it be if I tie you spread-eagled, face up like you are now and stripe you from the knees to the neck?\rdblquote Reggie brought another cane and waved it over Kathy. \ldblquote There are plenty of these so if I break a few it won\rquote t matter. Fiona and Reggie could see the fear in Kathy\rquote s eyes but there was a stubbornness also that didn\rquote t want to give in.
Fiona took the cane, swung it in the air and brought it down on Kathy\rquote s pubic mound. However, at the last moment she halted its downward path so it landed with just a gentle tap. Micro seconds before it landed Kathy had started to yell, \ldblquote I\rquote m sorry!\rdblquote She would never know whether the apology saved her from the full stroke or whether Fiona never intended to hit hard.
Picking up the dinner plates she had originally came for, Fiona nodded to Reggie indicating they should leave.
*****
Later that evening the storm broke with full venom and raged for three hours. Knowing how Fiona feared storms, Phyllis sat with her and when Reggie eventually came up, the three snuggled together in the same bed. Fiona was up first and partly opened the curtains to a bright fresh morning. The storm had cleared the air. She peed and then returned to the comfort of her bed companions. They too stirred and made the pilgrimage to the loo and returned. \ldblquote It\rquote s Sunday,\rdblquote Fiona remembered. Not having a school schedule she had lost track of the days.
Reggie pulled Phyllis to him and noisily began fondling and sucking her breasts. Feeling like an intruder Fiona got up to return to her own room. \ldblquote She has two tits, you can play with one,\rdblquote Reggie offered, \ldblquote You don\rquote t have to leave. I know you two have played together already so there is no need to be ashamed.\rdblquote Phyllis slid her arm around Fiona\rquote s neck and pulled her to close.
\ldblquote Have you told her about the party weekend?\rdblquote Reggie enquired.
\ldblquote Not yet.\rdblquote Phyllis turned her head, \ldblquote Fi, in two weekend\rquote s time we are having a party here with another two couples coming to stay. You\rquote ve seen enough of what we get up to, to know what sort of party it will be. It\rquote s a sex party. A swapping party. No one is allowed to sleep or fuck his own partner. We have one of these parties each month and this month it is our turn to host it. Probably it will be better if you return home before they come.\rdblquote
\ldblquote No! Please don\rquote t send me back home!\rdblquote Fiona was shocked at the news she was to be sent away. Since being in the freer atmosphere of her uncle\rquote s home, she dreaded returning to her staid and reproving mother. \ldblquote Please, let me stay. I\rquote ll keep out of the way. I\rquote ll do anything you want. Just don\rquote t send me home.\rdblquote Tears flowed down her cheeks.
Gently Phyllis calmed her young friend. \ldblquote Fiona, some of the things we do may well bring back memories of your rape and punishment. We do a bit of light BDSM. Do you know what that is?\rdblquote
Fiona nodded. \ldblquote Spanking and things. Tying up.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yes, sort of. And we make each other do things that you might not want to see, things, which could bring back unpleasant memories. We also play adult board games where the forfeits can be embarrassing even to us.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Couldn\rquote t I stay and keep out of the way?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Sorry. That\rquote s not a practical option.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Would you let me take part? Please don\rquote t send me back. I don\rquote t think I can face mother\rquote s recriminations yet.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Fiona. I don\rquote t think you really understand what you are asking. To put it in its crudest terms. You would be fucked, spanked or worse, you would be made to do other things like sucking men off. And women too. There is nothing barred except anything that would injure or cause permanent damage.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Uncle Reggie? Would you let me take part?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Like Phyl said, you don\rquote t really know what you would be letting yourself in for. We enjoy it even though sometimes it is rather painful and we are made to do things and have things done to us that are rather obscene.\rdblquote Reggie stopped and thought for a moment, then carried on, \ldblquote Phyl, why don\rquote t we invite Michael over this evening and play the adult snakes and ladders game. If she can handle that we could consider letting her stay and have Michael even up the numbers. Fiona if we try this and you want to back out of anything, just say so. However, at the party weekend you won\rquote t have that choice.\rdblquote
Phyllis agreed to the suggestion and explained that Mike was the twenty-year-old son of one of the couples who would be attending. He had been with a girl friend once before but they had now broken up. \ldblquote Let\rquote s invite him for lunch and then see how they get on together before deciding on the evening.\rdblquote
*****
\ldblquote Uncle Reggie! Kathy\rquote s gone. She must have escaped some how.\rdblquote
After a leisurely breakfast, Fiona had decided she had better see how Kathy fared. \ldblquote It won\rquote t hurt the bitch to wait for once, especially after last night. If I keep her waiting she may worry that I will not do anything at all for her.\rdblquote To her astonishment the bed in the cellar was empty. The chain was there but no longer connected to an ankle.
\ldblquote It\rquote s okay Fi. She was taken away last night. She has to start earning her money soon and she was getting to be a problem here.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Is she at the timber yard?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Sort off,\rdblquote Reggie answered in a voice that indicated he wouldn\rquote t say exactly where she was.
}{\b\f19\fs22 Chapter 5. The \lquote Golden Dragon\rquote }{\f19\fs22
Thunder kept Kathy awake. Lightening momentarily illuminated the cellar through the tiny window. All reflected Kathy\rquote s dark mood as she lay handcuffed and chained to the bed. Thoughts ran through her mind. What had she gained by attacking Fiona? The bitch had tried to help her. Even if she had overpowered the bitch, what would it have gained her? Where could she have gone? Until they moved her from this prison she was in their power. \ldblquote Bastards!\rdblquote What right have they to treat me like this? Fuming she semi silently berated her captors, conveniently forgetting what she had done to bring this on herself.
\ldblquote Bastards!\rdblquote she yelled to empty air for the umpteenth time. Voices. People were coming. If it were Fiona she would give her the sharp edge of her tongue. She would shame her into at least releasing her wrists.
Light flooded the room and Reggie entered with three other men. \ldblquote Here she is boys. She not in a good mood so be careful.\rdblquote
Kathy curled up into small ball. \ldblquote Fuck off. Leave me alone.\rdblquote She had intended to use other invectives but she realised it would only make things worse.
\ldblquote Kath, we can do this the hard and painful way if you like. I\rquote m sure the boys here will love tanning your backside. First though I would like you to meet Doric. He will be looking after you for the next few weeks until you have earned enough to pay for what you stole and the damage you caused.\rdblquote Doric put out his hand and shook Kathy\rquote s manacled wrists.
\ldblquote Pleased to meet you Kath.\rdblquote Glancing up, Kathy saw the stockily built man grinning at her. She cringed. He was big. No doubt he had muscles to match.
\ldblquote Doric is used to throwing timber around so you shouldn\rquote t be any trouble to him,\rdblquote Reggie informed her. \ldblquote Now the plan is to put a pair of overall trousers and lumber jacket top on you and take you to the seaside.\rdblquote Swiftly the men removed the chain from her ankle and put on the trousers. No knickers or other underwear. Before undoing the cuffs on her wrists they fastened another pair around her ankles. It was unnecessary. Kathy couldn\rquote t have run far surrounded as she was by four men. Soon she was dressed in more clothes than she had worn in the past week or so. A peaked cap thrust tightly on her head and a pair of dark sunglasses completed her outfit.
\ldblquote Can we put our cocks in her Boss?\rdblquote one of the men enquired.
\ldblquote Not until you arrive at your destination and then you must use condoms. That goes for you to Doric. Fuck her as much as you like but I don\rquote t want a pregnant whore on my hands. We\rquote ve a supply of contraceptive pills for her but it will take three weeks or so for them to be effective. Make sure the punters wear one as well. We don\rquote t want her getting diseased.\rdblquote He turned to Kathy, \ldblquote Behave yourself and you won\rquote t be badly hurt. Try any tricks and they have permission to thrash you and I know you are still tender from your evening at the warehouse.\rdblquote Kathy remained sullenly silent.
\ldblquote Back the van up as close to the door as you can, Joe. We don\rquote t want too many people seeing her - and we don\rquote t want to get any wetter than necessary.\rdblquote Tossing a coat over his head, Joe left the cellar.
Doric easily slung Kathy over his shoulder. Her head and arms hung down his back while his hands clasped her thighs and felt her bum. \ldblquote Hold still, Kath.\rdblquote Emphasising the words with a playful slap to her rear he started up the stairs. \ldblquote Reggie, throw a coat over us both then no one will know there are two of us.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You\rquote re not just a pretty face Doric. Good idea.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yeah, I know, I\rquote m just not a pretty face.\rdblquote
Doric climbed in the back and unceremoniously dumped his load on a mattress that had been placed on the floor. Unexpectedly, he lay down beside her. Kath thought he would ride up front with the other two. Instead he fondled her breasts and cunt for most of the journey.
A moon had appeared and the rain had ceased by the time they arrived at the timber yard. Flinging open the rear door, Joe peered inside. \ldblquote You got her ready for us Doric?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yeah, she\rquote s hot and ready boys. You got the condoms?\rdblquote
Kathy felt the chain connecting the ankle cuffs being released and then her trousers being pulled off. Struggling proved useless. Her legs were spread and Joe entered her. It was true, Doric\rquote s attentions had got her juices flowing but still she wasn\rquote t ready for the quick, deep thrust as Joe\rquote s seven-inch prick forcibly made its way into her love box. She tried to scream but a hand quickly covered her mouth and she felt the tip of a knife blade at her throat. No words were spoken but she got the message. Joe pumped away but with a fuck so long anticipated, he climaxed long before he wanted. It was over in minutes.
Joe\rquote s friend, Kathy hadn\rquote t heard him named, took his place. His cock was smaller but he used it to better effect and took longer before he too sent his semen into the end of the condom. By now Kathy was expecting Doric to rape her but he just pulled her from the van. After lying cramped for so long, Doric had to support her while he pulled her trousers up. Standing barefoot on wet gritty concrete didn\rquote t help he balance either.
\ldblquote Okay boys, you\rquote d better get back and I\rquote ll take this one to her new home.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Don\rquote t do anything we wouldn\rquote t do Doric!\rdblquote Joe called out as the van drove away
Fear overcame Kathy\rquote s body and she started shaking violently. What would this hulk of a man do to her? Surprising her, Doric just gripped her around the waist and pulled her close. \ldblquote No need for that, little one, I ain\rquote t going to hurt you unless you cause me trouble and that little hole of yours should be used to a cock or two by now. If is isn\rquote t it will be by the time you leave.\rdblquote He gave her another hug. Kathy was uncertain whether to be relieved at his word or apprehensive of them.
\ldblquote Come, we\rquote ve a bit to go before we get to the \lquote Golden Dragon\rquote . Kathy looked around. The van had dropped them in an unlit part of the quay. In one direction, floodlights bathed an area with amber light. A couple of cranes stood like sentinels, silently guarding each end of the wharf. No one appeared to be around. \ldblquote Probably night watchmen or security guards though,\rdblquote she thought to herself and fleetingly wondered if she could run and escape that way. But she couldn\rquote t run. Even with her ankle cuffs unclasped the gritty concrete made if difficult for her to stand let alone run in bare feet. In any case Doric was holding on to her.
Doric turned and headed away from the wharf. All Kathy could see was a few isolated lights and the masts of small boats. Seeing she had difficulty with walking, Doric scooped up and holding her on his hip like and African woman carrying a baby, he walked briskly to the masts. When they reached a wooden pontoon jetty, Doric set her on her feet again. \ldblquote Careful along here. The rain has made it slippery.\rdblquote
Indeed it was. Twice Kathy slipped as they walked between the aisles of moored boat. Doric caught her each time. Kathy noticed he was wearing rope-soled shoes and seemed very sure-footed on the treacherous causeway. Near the end, they climbed aboard a small motorboat, Doric started the engine and they headed out into the river.
\ldblquote Where are we going?\rdblquote Kathy shivered in the cool wind that whipped through her hair.
\ldblquote Not far.\rdblquote Shortly after they came to an ex naval boat now converted to a private pleasure boat resplendent in white paint.
Surveying the room she now found herself in, Kathy thought at least it is better than that cellar. There were soft cushions, a table and with bunk seats and lights. It was a little small but cosy. \ldblquote Fine, she thought, but what will happen to me?\rdblquote
Doric grinned. \ldblquote Like your new home?\rdblquote
\ldblquote My new prison!\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yeah, that too. But it may not be as bad as you think. Depends on how you take to it. Anyway it\rquote s time for bed. I\rquote ll show you how to use the toilet. It\rquote s a bit different on a boat especially an older one like this.\rdblquote Doric showed her how to open and close the seacocks and use the hand pump. \ldblquote It's an improvement on the piss pot,\rdblquote Kathy exclaimed. Lifting the seat, Doric took out his cock and urinated into the pan. For the first time Kathy saw the end of his cock. Even in its soft state it looked fatter than any she\rquote d seen before. \ldblquote Did he fuck me in the warehouse?\rdblquote she wondered.
I don\rquote t have to stand as well when I pee on a boat do I?\rdblquote she asked tongue in cheek.
\ldblquote Only if your bum is too sore to sit!\rdblquote Doric\rquote s reply was accompanied by a gentle smack to her arse that stung more than he intended and which caused you to give a little yelp.
The cabin that Doric told her was their bedroom, was small but nicely furnished. Along one side, under the boat\rquote s side deck, which gave barely enough headroom to sit up, was rather narrow double bed. It was intended to sleep two but they would be close together. A cushioned seat with lockers under ran the length of the opposite wall leaving about five feet of floor space between. A built in wardrobe at the end was empty. \ldblquote When I\rquote m on my own, I sleep for\rquote ard.\rdblquote Doric explained, \ldblquote Put your clothes in here and then we\rquote ll try and get a few hours sleep.\rdblquote With an air of shyness Kathy took off the few clothes she was wearing and watched while a companion did the same. Doric laughed again when he saw her glancing at his weapon, now in a semi-hard state.
\ldblquote Take a good look at it little one. You\rquote ll get to know it well enough in the next few days or weeks.\rdblquote Kathy found herself lifted and placed in the bed. \ldblquote I\rquote m going to leave your cuffs undone for now but at the first hint of trouble I will tie you down as tight as a trussed chicken.\rdblquote He cuddled Kathy to him and surprised her by not fucking her immediately. It was 3.30 a.m. They slept.
Sun streamed through the skylight. Kathy had been half-awake for some time. The boat movements, the sound of water rushing by and being held tightly in the arms of a powerful man were all strange to her. She needed to pee but could not extricate herself without waking Doric. In the end she just had to try. Doric woke. \ldblquote What\rquote s up Kath?\rdblquote
\ldblquote I need to pee.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Me too.\rdblquote Doric climbed out revealing a his cock piss hard, \ldblquote And then we must do something about this.\rdblquote It was immediately apparent to Kathy he was going to fuck her. Could she take that fearsome weapon without too much pain? She was now certain Doric was not one of those who raped her in the warehouse. Both relieved themselves and returned to the bunk.
\ldblquote Doric? Please be gentle. I\rquote m still sore from the warehouse rape and the whipping to my cunt. I don\rquote t know if I can take one as big as yours.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I\rquote ve heard that before but always I\rquote ve managed to get it in. May hurt a bit for the first few times but it\rquote ll be worth it in the end.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Would it?\rdblquote she wondered. Kathy had begun to trust him. So far this huge man had been the proverbial gentle giant. Would it last when he was fully aroused?
Doric seemed used to dealing with tight pussies. He spent some time with his head between her legs, licking and sucking until her moisture flowed freely and she became excited enough to start wanting him inside her. He then rolled a condom over his cock and smothered it with Vaseline. Even with these precautions, entry was still slow and painful. Several times she cried out but eventually his cock was all the way in and he was able to start fucking in earnest. Kathy's cunt was filled and stretched but now the fucking had begun sexual feelings flowed through her loins and she even started to enjoy it. Doric held himself back for nearly ten minutes before his balls released their load into the latex sheath. Kathy had almost reached her climax too.
\ldblquote Don\rquote t stop now! Just a few more strokes!\rdblquote With her encouragement Doric kept pumping his softening cock until she cried out again. Her orgasm had finally come. They lay back for a while before Doric declared it was time for her to make breakfast.
Later that morning she and Doric discussed a possible scenario for her life for the foreseeable future. \ldblquote Reggie says you owe him \u163\'a36,000 for damage and items stolen and that is the amount you have to pay him back. In addition, you will need clothing. While I would like to keep you naked all the time, you will be working where other people can see you and on a boat you usually need warmer clothes than when ashore. You will also need waterproof gear and suitable footwear. The cost of these things is to be added to your \u163\'a36,000 bill. We will provide your food and stuff but for that you will have to do what you would call household chores. Cleaning, cooking and things like that.\rdblquote
\ldblquote That will keep me here for years! As I earn money so it will be taken away for whatever clothes you deem I should have.\rdblquote
\ldblquote That could happen,\rdblquote Doric agreed, \ldblquote But it doesn\rquote t have to be as bad as that. Can you get your mother to put your clothes in a suitcase? We could get it collected and sent to the wharf. If you phone her on my mobile they won\rquote t be able to trace the call.\rdblquote
\ldblquote What if I yell at her to get the police?\rdblquote
\ldblquote I\rquote d cut the call and you\rquote d end up with a very sore arse!\rdblquote Doric spoke quietly but she knew he would do it if he had to. \ldblquote We\rquote ll concoct a story that you found a boyfriend in London and will be living with him for a while. Later this morning, if I can trust you and I think I can a certain amount, we\rquote ll take the boat to across the river to Burnham and get you some rope soled shoes from the marine shop. I will personally buy them for you so they won\rquote t go on your bill. Then we can visit the charity shops to see what we can find. They often have yachting clothes at cheap prices but it may still cost \u163\'a350 - \u163\'a3100 but we will see. Will you agree to behave yourself and not try and make a bolt for it when we are ashore?\rdblquote
Kathy wondered what her chances would be to escape but decided it would be better to suss the place out before making a move. She agreed.
The shoes came to \u163\'a310.99 and they spent \u163\'a365.75 in the charity shops on two sweaters, two pairs of trousers, some shirts, socks and a waterproof coat. This Doric considered the barest minimum. For dressier occasions she would have to rely on what her mother packed.
Late afternoon Kathy phoned her mother. She would be up by then and half recovered from the previous nights booze. Doric held her close, ready to snatch the phone if necessary as she made the call but she kept to the story and her mother wasn\rquote t very interested in the details. She would have the clothes packed by the following afternoon.
Reggie phoned several times over the next few days but Doric assured him all was well and Kathy was behaving. \ldblquote Is she taking your cock okay?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yes, she\rquote s beginning to get used to it now. Had it three times yesterday because the weather was wet and blowy so we couldn\rquote t do much on deck. You got her stuff alright?... Okay then, I\rquote ll pick it up in the morning.\rdblquote This he did.
That afternoon the phone rang again. A rep from a large timber company was on the wharf asking if there was any \lquote entertainment\rquote available. Doric put his hand over the mouthpiece and spoke to Kathy, \ldblquote You might have your first customer.\rdblquote Into the phone he asked for the rep to be put through.
\ldblquote I presume you have an expense account?\rdblquote On receiving affirmation, Doric went on, \ldblquote I have a sixteen year old here. Not very experienced and not too willing but for \u163\'a3200 you can have an hour with her. She will do what you want in that hour. She knows what she has to but may be a bit reluctant. Its up to you to get what you want from her..... I\rquote ll come and pick you up now. \lquote Bout 10 minutes.\rdblquote
\ldblquote So I am an inexperienced prostitute now am I?\rdblquote Kathy almost shouted.
\ldblquote Yes, at least pretend to be reluctant. Make him think he is forcing you.\rdblquote
Half an hour later, Doric had pocketed \u163\'a3200 and explained to Nicholas the rep, he could use reasonable force to persuade Kathy to do what he wanted but he must only use the \lquote slipper\rquote on her arse. There must not be any bruises that would deter her next customer who was due later that evening. He would have just the one hour and must use a condom whichever hole he wished to enter. Doric produced the slipper, really little more than a leather paddle the size and shape of a size 10 shoe. It would sting badly but wouldn\rquote t damage.
Following Doric instructions, Kathy played the part of a reluctant girl who was only doing this because she was forced to. A scenario that was more or less true. It wasn\rquote t long before Nicholas had her across his knees and was lashing the slipper on her arse with considerable force. Kathy squealed for Doric but he didn\rquote t come. After a dozen swats she was blubbering and offering to do anything he wanted. He upended her over the table and straight fucked her from behind. Kathy winced and shrieked each time Nicholas\rquote pubic hair hit her sore arse but that didn\rquote t stop him from pounding her with all the energy he could muster until the inevitable. He came.
\ldblquote There\rquote s still more than half an hour of my time left so see if you can get me hard again,\rdblquote Nicholas demanded. Kathy removed the condom, tied a knot in the top and wiped his prick with a tissue. Doric had warned her not to suck an unknown man\rquote s cock without protection so she gently massaged it with her fingers. Slowly it returned to its harder state. He put on a fresh condom and once again upended her over the table. This time it was her arsehole he wanted.
\ldblquote No! Please. Not without some lube.\rdblquote Pointing to the Vaseline on the shelf, \ldblquote It\rquote s just there!\rdblquote
Fortunately Nicholas took the hint but it still hurt even though he was not overly large.
*****
\ldblquote Why did you tell him he could slipper me?\rdblquote Kathy challenged Doric when they were alone again.
Smiling Doric asked, \ldblquote We maybe could have got \u163\'a350 or perhaps a little more for just a plain fuck. For a few swats with the paddle you got \u163\'a3200. Wasn\rquote t it worth it for the money?\rdblquote
\ldblquote He could have hurt me badly so I couldn\rquote t have done anything for a week or more.\rdblquote
\ldblquote No, he wouldn\rquote t. I kept an eye on you all the time.\rdblquote
\ldblquote How?\rdblquote she wondered but he didn\rquote t say.
}{\b\f19\fs22 Chapter 6. Snakes and Ladders}{\f19\fs22
\ldblquote You need to throw a six to start. If you don\rquote t throw a six, you must take off one item of clothing. Pair of shoes, pair of socks, knickers and bra count as one item. Each of us is wearing five items so five false starts and you are naked.\rdblquote Fiona looked at the board, which only bore a superficial resemblance to childhood game she remembered. However, the ladders seemed shorter and the snakes longer and there were far more \lquote red\rquote squares indicating the taking of a forfeit card. Fiona looked at the two piles of cards, one pink - the girl's forfeits, one blue for the boys. In fact there were two sets of blue and pink cards. The set they were using had relatively mild forfeits but when they played seriously, a second set was substituted when the leader crossed a mark a little over half way round.
\ldblquote Three!\rdblquote Phyllis had thrown and taken off her shoes.
\ldblquote Two!\rdblquote Michael took off his.
\ldblquote Five!\rdblquote Fiona was now shoeless.
\ldblquote Three!\rdblquote It was Reggie\rquote s turn to lose his shoes.
\ldblquote Six! I\rquote m starting. I throw again.\rdblquote \ldblquote Three, a red square.\rdblquote Phyllis took a card. \ldblquote Miss a turn. Offer your cunt to the mouth of the (xxx) man to your right. Publicly remove knickers if still wearing them.\rdblquote Standing, Phyllis lifted her dress and removed her knickers then rolled the dice again. \ldblquote Three. That means the third man on my right,\rdblquote she explained to Fiona, \ldblquote but as we only have two we count back and forth. So three is Michael - Reggie back to Michael. It\rquote s much better with six or a dozen players but that does mean the forfeits last longer too.\rdblquote
Michael\rquote s sucking was interrupted when it was his turn to throw. He removed his socks and started Phyllis\rquote forfeit. Fiona watched with just a little hint of jealousy.
Five rounds later, Fiona was naked. She was the only one not to have thrown a six. Her involuntary blushes were now fading as she shook the die. Lucky Reggie had got away without paying a forfeit; Michael\rquote s cock and balls had been tied with a sock for his forfeit; Phyllis had rushed ahead by going up a short ladder. However, the extra throw that gave resulted in a clothes peg being clipped to one nipple.
\ldblquote Five! What happens now? I\rquote ve no more clothes to take off.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Take a forfeit card.\rdblquote
\lquote Get the (xxx) man on your right to put a butt plug up your arse and leave it there until you throw a five and a three in successive turns.\rquote It fell to Reggie to do the honours. Phyllis held her arse cheeks apart while her partner inserted it. It hurt a little but Fiona was determined not to cry out. She wanted to convince the others she was indeed adult enough for this game.
Michael had to lie over Fiona\rquote s lap and be hand spanked for his next forfeit. \ldblquote It\rquote s got to be on the bare arse,\rdblquote Phyllis told her, \ldblquote take his trousers and pants off.\rdblquote
Michael stood in front of her to allow her access to the clip and zip. From the tenting at the front, Fiona knew he was already hard and when eventually her fumbling had it free, it sprang out towards her face. Both Reggie and Phyllis clapped at the sight and then urged her to stop staring and get on with the forfeit. When Fiona had completely removed Michael\rquote s trousers he draped himself across her lap and somehow managed to get his cock between her thighs.
\ldblquote Hit harder,\rdblquote Reggie encouraged her. Fiona was uncertain but she could feel his cock between her legs as she gripped it tightly. Michael squirmed as she hit him but didn\rquote t make a sound. The game continued.
Fiona threw a three. Still unable to get started. Her card told her to lay with her legs wide apart and to play with her clit it full view of everyone. This ended Michael\rquote s spanking. He seemed to want it to continue. Certainly he had a very hard erection when he stood.
Reggie\rquote s card required a clothes peg to be placed on the head of his cock. It fell to Phyllis to do the honours. He winced as it closed but didn\rquote t complain.
Phyllis got away without a forfeit. So the game went on. Phyllis won and was pronounced \lquote Queen\rquote for the rest of the evening. The others were her servants having to pander to her every wish. She had been lucky in getting the early six and had several lucky throws towards the end and avoided the snake pit, which only two of the six dice numbers could avoid. However, she had taken her share of the punishments and like the others was sore in various sensual places and had performed lewd acts for the general entertainment of everyone. She lay on the settee with her legs pulled back to her ears fully exposing both her sex slit and her brown hole.
\ldblquote Make your obeisance.\rdblquote The others knew what the ritual sentence meant. Reggie knelt and placed his tongue first in her slit and then her arsehole. Fiona was unfazed by doing the first step but only when Reggie gave her arse a hard slap did she try to put her tongue in the brown rose. She didn\rquote t find it unpleasant. Michael followed.
\ldblquote Now your cock Michael.\rdblquote Michael needed no second bidding. Closely watched by Reggie and Fiona, he thrust in with his already rampant cock. It surprised Fiona that Reggie didn\rquote t object but by now she was beginning to understand that Reggie didn\rquote t mind as long as he knew about it. Likewise with Phyllis, she wouldn\rquote t object to Reggie fucking another woman if she knew it.
Soon Michael spent his seed into her body and withdrew. \ldblquote Suck his cock clean, Fiona. Reggie, your turn now.\rdblquote
Looking at the softening dripping, sticky cock in front of her, Fiona could hardly believe they expected her to suck it. \ldblquote You will be whipped if you disobey a Queen.\rdblquote Phyllis had seen Fiona\rquote s reluctance.
\ldblquote But.....!\rdblquote
\ldblquote Get a flogger and the cuffs from the chest, Michael.\rdblquote He did so and fitted the cuffs on the trembling wrists.
\ldblquote Okay, I\rquote ll do it!\rdblquote Fiona yelled.
\ldblquote Fine, do it then but you will still be punished for the refusal.\rdblquote Unable to use her hands, Fiona knelt in front of Michael, closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
\ldblquote Open your eyes. Look at what you are getting,\rdblquote Michael ordered. She did. The sight and smell made her draw back a little but Michael grabbed her hair and pulled her to him. The taste wasn\rquote t as bad as she expected. And it didn\rquote t hurt so why had she made the fuss?
\ldblquote Lick round with your tongue and let it go in further.\rdblquote Michael was enjoying the sensation even if his cock wasn\rquote t hard enough to force an entry on it own. He pulled out just a Reggie was pulling out of his partner.
\ldblquote Another one for you Fi.\rdblquote Reggie was bigger and still semi hard but this time she didn\rquote t hesitate. Straight-away she put her mouth around it and had hardly started to suck when she felt another spurt of spunk hit the back of her mouth. Unable to spit it out, she swallowed.
\ldblquote Good girl.\rdblquote Reggie fondled her hair, \ldblquote Sometimes my balls do have a hidden spurt when I think I\rquote ve finished.
\ldblquote Now clean me,\rdblquote Phyllis ordered, \ldblquote and Michael use the flogger on her arse until she has cleaned me to my satisfaction.\rdblquote Michael brought a stool and set it at the end of the settee close to Phyllis exposed sex. Laying Fiona with her belly on the seat and her face at the dripping cunt, he took up position to one side of her. Descending is a whistling arc, the soft suede leather strips spread themselves on noisy impact, reddening the already spanked arse flesh further. Fiona winced but the pain wasn\rquote t really that bad. Nothing like the belt the Kathy had used. Again the flogger descended. She felt the pain and warmth spreading.
\ldblquote You are supposed to be cleaning me,\rdblquote barked Phyllis, \ldblquote The longer you take the longer the flogging.\rdblquote Fiona started to lick the sperm and juices oozing from the friend\rquote s opening. \ldblquote Pull the lips wide apart so you can get your tongue right in. You know how. We did it in bed the other morning.\rdblquote
Fiona flinched as the flogger struck again and then blushed at what Phyllis had said. \ldblquote I can\rquote t believe she told Mike that,\rdblquote she thought.
Relentlessly the flogger worked it way over the whole of her backside and started down her thighs. The pain was now increasing but she was also becoming sexually aroused causing her to wriggle so much she nearly fell from the stool. Reggie stepped in and held her legs horizontally around his waist. Michael now worked the flogger between her open thighs, and several times the leather tongues caught her directly on her sex mound and clitoris. When this happened she bucked so violently Reggie had difficulty in holding her. Each time it occurred it brought her nearer to her climax. Finally she came with an unrestrained yelp.
Phyllis declared herself clean. Michael put down the flogger and picked the girl up and putting his arms around her, pulled her body close to his. She could feel her tits flatten against his chest. She could feel his half erect cock against her pubic bone. She could feel his strong hands holding her tender arse cheeks. She wanted him.
\ldblquote May I?\rdblquote she heard him ask. He must have received an affirmative nod but Fiona had her eyes closed but she felt herself being carried upstairs and placed on a bed. Her legs were spread and then there were sounds of a packet being opened.
\ldblquote Are you ready for this?\rdblquote a gentle voice asked.
\ldblquote Yes. Do it\rdblquote
Michael\rquote s condom covered cock slid into the well lubricated young cunt.. Taking his time, he fucked slowly at first and then as her cries became shriller and more demanding, he increased the tempo. Having fucked Phyllis less than half an hour previously, he was able to hold himself back and keep pumping. Once, twice, thrice she climaxed before Michael finally had to release his load. For several minutes they lay, sweating and exhausted. Only later did they notice their performance had been watched from the open door to the master bedroom. Reggie and Phyllis gave them the thumbs-up sign and quietly closed the door.
Twice more before he had to leave next morning, the pair fucked and while each time was good, none compared to their first fuck.
*****
\ldblquote How different would the game have been if we had used the other set of cards?\rdblquote Fiona asked as they sat discussing the events of the previous evening. \ldblquote What will party weekend\rquote s game be like?\rdblquote
Phyllis answered. \ldblquote I am still not sure you are up to it. You did very well last night but it was very tame compared to what usually happens. Firstly there are more people so each time you get a punishment, it last longer before your turn comes round again. Sometimes the game lasts so long no one wins or the winner is the one who is in the lead. We usually set a time limit. Then when the leader gets to the red path you saw on the board, we change to the other set of cards. Then instead of hand spankings, a paddle, whip or flogger is used and instead of pegs on nipples or cocks, it is proper clamps with teeth and instead of fingers and butt plugs, it is cocks and full size dildoes. And the whips are used on all parts of the body including tits and cunts.\rdblquote
\ldblquote The men get their cocks caned as well so it isn\rquote t just the women who get punished on tender places,\rdblquote Reggie interjected, \ldblquote everyone ends up very sore and usually goes to bed with a different partner to the one they bring.\rdblquote
\ldblquote At the start we draw lots for who should partner who,\rdblquote Phyllis continued, \ldblquote We make sure no one partners their own wife, husband or \lquote significant other\rquote . You could end up by having the cocks of several men inside you during the evening and not all in your cunt either. Your arse could be used as well. At least by the time of the meeting your pills will have kicked in and there should be no need for condoms. All those at the party take regular tests and rarely have sex outside the circle.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Would you let Reggie do me so that I get used to taking a larger size man?\rdblquote
\ldblquote What and leave me without?\rdblquote For a few moments, Fiona thought Phyllis was serious but then noticed the smile on her face. \ldblquote Yes, of course, as long as I get my share too,\rdblquote Phyllis added.
}{\b\f19\fs22 Chapter 7. A change of owner?}{\f19\fs22
For two weeks Kathy\rquote s life on the boat became a routine of cleaning work and seeing paying clients. Most just wanted plain sex at \u163\'a350 a time. On \lquote good\rquote days she entertained four clients, other days nobody, except for Doric. Life wasn\rquote t all cleaning and sex. Trying to keep his charge amused and out of trouble, Doric took her on trips in the motorboat and patiently taught her how to handle it. Soon she had to take total control of it when they went to buy supplies or go to the wharf. It was all so different from her life in the city. Instead of having to combat people, she had to overcome the challenges nature threw at them in the form of wind, weather and tides. Despite the natural challenges she found herself enjoying the life except for the way necessity decreed she should earn money.
Reggie sent four of his friends down on the first Sunday and Doric took them on a four-hour cruise on the \lquote Golden Dragon\rquote . Inexperienced as she was, Kathy had to act as crew and waitress. Because Reggie had sent them Kathy expected sex to be on the menu but no, they really did just want a day out on the river. Fortunately it was warm and fairly calm so serving drinks was not a problem. Kathy must have done it well as they gave her \u163\'a350 tip.
\ldblquote The boss is having a meeting here on Thursday,\rdblquote Doric announced, \ldblquote He may bring Phyllis so be on your best behaviour. Act respectful. I\rquote ve given him good reports on you so far. Don\rquote t let me down.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I\rquote m not sure I can after the way the bastard treated me.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You can and you will!\rdblquote Doric\rquote s voice was low with menace. \ldblquote Otherwise you will go to bed a lot sorer than you got up. Or worse.\rdblquote
\ldblquote What\rquote ya mean, worse?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Look Kath, Reggie has to contacts to send you away. You could end up in a Middle Eastern brothel or a specimen in a medical lab. I don\rquote t know.\rdblquote Doric was thoughtful for a few moments, \ldblquote What I do know is that in these last few weeks, I have come to enjoy having you here, not just to fuck with at night but I enjoy your company. I will do what I can so as not to lose you but there are limits to my power. If you misbehave, think yourself very lucky if you only end up with a sore arse.\rdblquote
*****
Kathy piloted the launch to the marina where Reggie and Fiona awaited them. \ldblquote Phyllis had a hair appointment so my niece persuaded me to allow her to come instead,\rdblquote Reggie introduced her to Doric. \ldblquote Thought a day in the sea air might do her good. It looks to have put some colour into Kathy\rquote s cheeks and I hope you have been putting colour into her bottom cheeks too.\rdblquote
\ldblquote As and when necessary, Boss.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I see you have been learning her some nautical skills. She brought the launch in very nicely.\rdblquote
Reggie didn\rquote t speak directly to the girl but Fiona piped up with a lame, \ldblquote Good morning Kathy.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Morning Miss.\rdblquote
Kathy again took control of the launch and returned to the \lquote Golden Dragon\rquote . After helping Fiona aboard she lithely leapt over the rail herself. Before going below, Doric whispered, \ldblquote Treat them like you did the four we took out the other Sunday.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Can I get you something to drink Sir? Miss? Tea? Coffee? Something stronger?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Coffee.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Tea please Kathy.\rdblquote At least she was trying to acknowledge I am human, thought Kathy.
An hour later Doric\rquote s phone rang. The guests had arrived. Doric was having a quiet but serious conversation with Reggie. \ldblquote Shall I get them Sir?\rdblquote Kathy asked. Reggie seemed doubtful but Doric nodded.
There were only two well-dressed men on the pontoons as Kathy pulled alongside. \ldblquote All aboard for the \ldblquote Golden Dragon,\rdblquote she grinned.
\ldblquote And who might you be?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Kathy Sir. General dog\rquote s body, whore and slave. I am made to charge \u163\'a350 for a straight fuck. Blow jobs and other things extra.\rdblquote To herself she said, \ldblquote Perhaps I can knock off a bit more of my debt with them. They seem well heeled.\rdblquote
On the trip back they asked her about the services she offered and how she came to work for Reggie. \ldblquote Oh, I just robbed a few of his shops and he caught me. Now I\rquote ve a large bill to pay off or I go to prison. I was already on probation.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Maybe we could offer you a similar but more lucrative position. We\rquote ll try and talk about it later.\rdblquote
On board Kathy offered them drinks but they requested coffee. \ldblquote We need clear heads for these negotiations,\rdblquote the taller of the two men answered. Kathy made them a full pot and when it was served they asked to be left alone with Reggie until negotiations were done. \ldblquote On no account do we wish to be disturbed.\rdblquote Again it was the taller one giving the orders. Doric suggested Fiona might like a trip along the river as the weather was still warm.
\ldblquote When we see you on deck, we\rquote ll return,\rdblquote Doric suggested.
Kathy took the wheel and headed downstream. A couple of times, Doric had to give her instructions but otherwise she went where she felt like going. With all the small dinghies sailing around them, they couldn\rquote t travel fast and the engine was quiet enough to hold a conversation without shouting.
Fiona came and sat alongside asked how she was doing.
\ldblquote Fine, I actually like it living on a boat away from the town.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Is Doric treating you okay.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Like you really care!\rdblquote Kathy spat the words but then recovered, \ldblquote Yes, he\rquote s a big cuddly bear. It would be great to be here if I didn\rquote t have to do what I have to do.\rdblquote
\ldblquote What do you mean?\rdblquote
\ldblquote I have to fuck the sailors from the timber boats to earn enough to pay off the stuff I took from his shops. Didn\rquote t he tell you that.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yes, but it didn\rquote t really register. Will it take long?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Well a timber boat only comes in once a fortnight and stays a week so I get to earn some that week but the next one is a lean, only the dock workers and most of them have wives and lovers. It will be a while before I am free again.\rdblquote They sat in silence for a while, Kathy watching where she was going, Fiona the colourful spectacle of the boats. Kathy broke the silence. \ldblquote How are you getting along with Reggie and Phyllis?\rdblquote
\ldblquote Great.\rdblquote
There was something about the way Fiona said the one word that caused Kathy to give her a sideways look. \ldblquote He fucked you yet?\rdblquote Fiona blushed and Kathy knew she had scored a hit. \ldblquote You been to any of his parties?\rdblquote
Fiona shook her head, \ldblquote No, but there is one tomorrow they might let me attend.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Sounds as if you like sex more than you did when we were at school.\rdblquote Fiona blushed again but didn\rquote t answer.
An hour later they saw the two men emerge on deck. No sign of Reggie but that was nothing to worry about. Kathy manoeuvred the launch alongside and waited till the others were aboard and Doric had made the painter fast before jumping on deck. The others were heading below. Fiona screamed. Reggie was bound and gagged on the side bench.
\ldblquote Don\rquote t move any of you!\rdblquote Both of the \lquote guests\rquote held handguns. \ldblquote Doric lie face down on the other side.\rdblquote Doric hesitated. Small guy put his gun to Fiona\rquote s forehead. \ldblquote Do it!\rdblquote Tall guy bound and gagged him. \ldblquote Your turn Fiona.\rdblquote
\ldblquote No, please, why?\rdblquote A slap silenced her. Her wrists and ankles were quickly bound and a gag tied over her mouth.
\ldblquote It\rquote s a pity you couldn\rquote t see reason, Reggie. Now you will all have to suffer. We\rquote ll come back later and see if you have changed your mind. If not maybe we\rquote ll feed you all to the fishes.\rdblquote
Kathy still stood at the top of the companionway. Small guy turned to her. You will take us back to the marina. Your slavery with Reggie is ended. You can now work for us.\rdblquote
Street-wise Kathy knew she had at least to play along with this. She pulled the launch alongside, got in and started the engine. As she did so she noticed tall guy had his brief case open and was putting something in the cockpit locker. Knowing she wasn\rquote t supposed to see, she concentrated on the engine so when she next looked up, the men were ready to leave.
\ldblquote What about my stuff?\rdblquote she asked.
\ldblquote Plenty more where that came from. Let\rquote s go.\rdblquote
\ldblquote No need to tie it, we won\rquote t need it again. Give it a shove,\rdblquote Tall Guy instructed her when they reached the pontoons. Quietly she watched as the launch drifted upstream.
They walked to the car park. \ldblquote Ours is that one.\rdblquote Small Guy pointed to an open topped sports car. We\rquote ve got some other business on the timber boat.\rdblquote They took her to an office where she was told to wait. An hour later they came back. \ldblquote Sorry, we will be a while yet. We have to go on board and speak with the captain.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I need to pee,\rdblquote Kathy said. They nodded in the general direction of the loos. The Ladies was locked so she slipped in to the Gents. Hearing footsteps and voices, she lifted her feet off the floor in case anyone looked under the door.
\ldblquote Can we trust that Kathy?\rdblquote It was Small Guy\rquote s voice.
\ldblquote I think so but we will have to keep an eye on her. If she decides to run, then she will almost certainly head for the city. She\rquote ll want to keep away from Reggie after what I hear he did to her.\rdblquote
\ldblquote She\rquote s a tough little cookie and dammed attractive too so she should do well in Stockholm. I\rquote m sure Captain Johansen will make her more than welcome on his trip back.\rdblquote Small Guy laughed at himself.
\ldblquote Yeah and by then the bomb will have gone off and she will be the chief suspect.\rdblquote
Kathy heard them rinsing their hands. \ldblquote By 3 a.m. the boat will be at the bottom of the river and we will be far away.\rdblquote
After they left, Kathy finished her business. She knew now, she was jumping out of the proverbial pan into the fire. How could she escape? She knew Bjorn Johansen and didn\rquote t like him. He had visited her on the \lquote Golden Dragon\rquote and she felt he could be very cruel. Then there was Doric. She couldn\rquote t leave him to die, her conscience even wanted to save the other two. But how?
First she returned to the office where the others were waiting and took her to the timber ship. Captain Johansen met them at the gangplank and escorted them to his cabin. \ldblquote Ove!\rdblquote he yelled, and when a seaman appeared he spoke quickly in Swedish.
\ldblquote Kom.\rdblquote Ove signalled Kathy to follow him.
\ldblquote We\rquote ll finish our business here and collect you then. Might be a little while so make yourself comfortable,\rdblquote Tall Guy explained.
Knowing what she did and not having understood what the captain had told Ove, Kathy decided to play with the seaman. He led her aft. Apart from the ever-present hum of engines, the ship was relatively quiet. Unloading had been completed that afternoon and everything was battened down ready to go. They were, Kathy guessed, waiting for the tide to give them a little more clearance over the bar at the entrance to the river. That would be after midnight. If she could escape Ove, they might not miss her until well after that. The channel was narrow, and all eyes would be concentrating on navigating the large vessel down the waterway.
Kathy stopped and leaned over the rail looking at the lights beginning to appear in the darkening sky. \ldblquote Nice and peaceful,\rdblquote she murmured to the seaman alongside her, hoping he would understand. He seemed to. Sliding her hand down his trousers she felt the bulge of his cock and massaged his through the material. Ove had of course, heard exaggerated stories of the \lquote Golden Dragon\rquote whore from his shipmates but had only half believed them. Now he knew they were true.
\ldblquote You have a cabin?\rdblquote Kathy asked.
\ldblquote Ya!\rdblquote Ove didn\rquote t see any harm in taking this sexy bitch to his cabin before he locked her in an empty container.
Once inside he quickly divested himself of his clothes. Kathy noted the seaman\rquote s knife in a sheath at the back of his belt. Her eyes also took in various other objects that might come in useful particularly the hardwood fid, a kind of wooden spike about eighteen inches long and two or more inches in diameter at the fat end tapering to a point. Although she didn\rquote t know its real purpose was for splicing ropes she could see it would make a useful truncheon. Kathy laid herself on the bunk so it was within reach and opened her legs. Ove quickly entered and she encouraged him to perform fast and furiously. Before he came he was panting from the exertion and not paying much attention to the girl writhing beneath him.
\ldblquote Zonk!\rdblquote Stars flew and then blackness. Quickly Kathy bound and gagged her victim with his clothes and spare rope ends she found in the cabin. Dressing herself she put the knife and belt around her, donned the seaman\rquote s hat and left the cabin locking the door and taking the key with her. Luckily for her, most of the crew were in the mess having a beer and as they would be leaving soon there was not much to do for the next couple of hours. She made her way to the ships rail and looked down. Too far to jump and the noise would create attention. The gangway was watched so no escape that way. Hearing two seaman approach Kathy hid under a lifeboat until they passed. Her body pressed again a metal drum. A hose reel. She could just make it out in the darkness. \ldblquote They must use it to wash the decks,\rdblquote she thought, \ldblquote I wonder if it is long enough...?\rdblquote By feeling the size of the reel she thought it might at least reach well towards the water. Cutting the twine binding the hose end, she was pleased the reel had been kept well oiled. Lowering the end over the side until all of it was out, she took a last look around. The two seamen were coming again. Pressing herself into a tight ball against the reel she waited, heart pounding, until they had passed. Obvious a nightly exercise for them.
Quickly Kathy climbed over the side gripped the hose. Would it hold her or would the end just pull off the fitting? Kathy just had to take that risk. Fortunately it held but as the hose lay directly against the ship\rquote s side she would not he able to just slide down. \ldblquote Thank God for the rehab course they sent me on in Wales,\rdblquote she muttered to herself. They had learned to abseil on a rock face but then there were instructors telling them exactly what to do and safety ropes and harness. She had none of these things and only a memory of the correct way to do it. Luckily it all came back as she held herself away from the ship and was able to walk herself down its side until she felt water at her feet. Quietly she slipped in and began to breast stroke her way along the boat side. It wasn\rquote t far and the tide helped, although that wasn\rquote t running hard.
Her earlier view of the river as she had stood at the rail with Ove, had not just been to admire the peace and serenity but she looked for the launch. It had been where she anticipated; in a small bay where all the flotsam accumulated. She could either swim slowly in her clothes or go ashore and swim out to it from a closer point. The latter had a greater risk of being spotted. She swam but was nearly exhausted by the time she reached it. Only barely was she able to haul herself over the side and she then lay for some minutes on the floorboards to recover.
Another motor started not too far away. \ldblquote Now\rquote s the time to start my engine, the other one will drown the noise.\rdblquote So it proved. Kathy very slowly eased the launch well into the main part of the river and away from the timber ship before cruising down to the \lquote Golden Dragon\rquote . If the men were right about a three o\rquote clock time for the bomb to go off, she had a couple of hours to go. As she came alongside another thought entered her head. \ldblquote Supposing I....?\rdblquote
Opening the cockpit locker she saw a vague outline of the bomb. \ldblquote I daren\rquote t touch it. I need a torch to see.\rdblquote There\rquote s one in the galley. Opening the hatch she went down. Not wanting to put on any lights in case they were watching from the ship, she felt and found the torch and looked around the saloon. The three were still as they had been bound. She decided to leave them for the moment. They had left her tied long enough. Except Doric though. Still, it might be worth making him wait. Kissing his forehead she whispered, I\rquote ll be back. Have some unfinished business.\rdblquote
In the torchlight, the object in the locker resembled pictures she had seen of a land mine. On top was a dial. As Small Guy had indicated it was set for 3 a.m. It looked so innocuous but would deal death in a short while especially sitting there on top of a fuel tank.
With extreme care she slipped it inside a black plastic bag and placed it in the launch. A shiver made her realise she was soaking wet so she stripped off as the launch moved along. In the after locker was a pair of her dark blue working overalls. They would cover most of her white flesh and make her less visible later. Better take Ove\rquote s belt, just in case,\rdblquote she thought as she buckled it on.
Mooring the launch in the darkest area of the marina, she made her way back to the car park. No one was around. The car was still there. Stealthily she placed the mine under the driver\rquote s seat. The black bag was invisible in the darkness.
Voices! The two were coming back. Crawling on her stomach to the next car, she hid beneath it. Both men were laughing at the way they had fooled Kathy. \ldblquote Little do they know,\rdblquote she said to herself as the car started and sped away down the rural roads that connected the marina with the motorway. It was 2.20 am.
Hearing the car noise die in the distance Kathy stood and looked around. She could hear activity on the wharf. Quietly and keeping to the shadows, she made her way to the seawall and peered over. The timber ship was leaving. Slowly it made its way down river. "Have they found Ove yet?" she wondered. Nothing indicated they had. It all seemed normal and peaceful.
\ldblquote Oooh look what we have \lquote ere.\rdblquote The voice caused Kathy to turn. Two men were lurching towards the marina, obviously drunk. \ldblquote Think she fancies a fuck Fred?\rdblquote
\ldblquote You are in no state to fuck anyone, John.\rdblquote
\ldblquote Yes, I can. I\rquote m going to get \lquote er.\rdblquote
\ldblquote You come near me and I\rquote ll cut your balls off.\rdblquote Kathy stood in front of them, knife in hand.
\ldblquote Leave \lquote er John.\rdblquote But John broke free from his companion, pulled out his cock and made a dash for his intended victim. Kathy\rquote s mind was clear. She had been in fights before. Tripping John she quickly had him on his back and the knife under his soft cock.
\ldblquote Don\rquote t do it Miss. He\rquote s too drunk to know what \lquote es doin\rquote .\rdblquote
John moved and the knife drew blood. It was not intentional but Ove\rquote s knife really was sharp. Kathy shone the torch on it. Only a small cut but lots of blood. \ldblquote You\rquote ll live,\rdblquote Kathy hissed, \ldblquote But remember it when you next want to rape a girl.\rdblquote The sight of the blood sobered John somewhat.
Kathy stood still with the knife at the ready, \ldblquote Take him home Fred. It\rquote s only a small nick.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I\rquote m sorry Miss, we didn\rquote t expect to see a girl at this time of night. His wife will give him hell, and me too for not looking after \lquote im, when she finds out and I don\rquote t think we can hide it.\rdblquote Fred produced a handkerchief and tied it around his friend\rquote s cock to staunch the bleeding and then led him away. Kathy never found out where or heard what story they concocted for the wife.
Wearily now, Kathy returned to the \lquote Golden Dragon\rquote . Ove\rquote s knife again came in useful to cut Doric\rquote s bonds.
\ldblquote No questions,\rdblquote Kathy snapped as she cut Reggie free and looking at the clock she added, \ldblquote You all should have been dead twenty-five minutes ago.\rdblquote The blood stained knife in her hand, killed any further questions he had.\rdblquote
\ldblquote We\rquote re having our cabin,\rdblquote she announced as she led Doric away, \ldblquote You two can sleep where you like.\rdblquote
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Chapter 8. Free}{\f19\fs22
\ldblquote A bomb wrecked a car on the road between Canewdon and Raleigh in the early hours of this morning. The remains of the occupants, believed to be two known drug dealers were found dead at the scene. It is suspected the bomb was intended for others and went off accidentally........\rdblquote Kathy had kept quiet about the events of the previous evening. Now as the newsreader read the 9 o\rquote clock news, she started shaking with the after shock of what she had done. Doric held her.
\ldblquote That was intended for you. It was put in the locker. I should be in a crate on the way to Stockholm.\rdblquote Sobs wracked Kathy for a while as she recalled the events of only hours earlier. Gradually they got the story from her.
Reggie, now as generous with his apologies as he was with his punishments, spoke with some feeling, \ldblquote Kathy, your debt is paid in full. In fact I owe you much more that you ever owed me.\rdblquote
The police of course visited them but Reggie worked out a story that was very nearly the truth.
\ldblquote Tell them exactly what happened. The two men took you with them, gave you to captain Johansen and Ove took you to his cabin. How you escaped. Tell it exactly as it happened then you won\rquote t get it wrong. Just stretch the time scale a little because you didn\rquote t come back to the boat. You went to the marina to check if the men had gone. You were worried in case the men would go to the boat and do what they said, \lquote feed us to the fishes.\rquote You saw them leave in the car. Then there were the two drunks who saw you. Again you can say what happened because they saw you and would undoubtedly have given some story to the wife. Then you came back here and released us.\rdblquote
The police believed them although there were details than might not have seemed quite right had it been a murder investigation. But with two main drug dealers, who they had been trying to nail for some years, dead, they weren\rquote t overly concerned.
*****
A fortnight later they were all once again on the \lquote Golden Dragon\rquote this time with Phyllis included. Kathy had spent most of the time at home. At first she wanted to get away from the boat and all it stood for but found her life as a \lquote free\rquote woman at home with a drunken mother boring and unfulfilled. Reggie had given her enough money so she had no need to steal. Her erstwhile friends now seemed childish and she knew she missed Doric. She phoned him and found he missed her too and when she heard Reggie was taking a trip with the boat for a weekend she asked if he needed a crew. Thus they all sat in the cabin.
\ldblquote You never told us what you did to make those men tie them up, Reggie.\rdblquote It was Kathy that spoke.
\ldblquote Well I suppose I can tell you now. I import timber and with it come cases of spirits and cigarettes. It helped to boost the profits in the shops. Those two men as you know from the reports were big drug dealers and they wanted me to add drugs and immigrants to my imports. I do have some principles and refused. That\rquote s when they got nasty and tied us up but I didn\rquote t think they were going to kill us. I thought we were just being left until they came back or someone else came. Phyllis I knew would phone when I didn\rquote t get back.\rdblquote
\ldblquote I did but the phone was turned off!\rdblquote
\ldblquote I know Phyl. I didn\rquote t want to be interrupted at the meeting and never had a chance to turn it back on. Well I\rquote ve stopped the smuggling now and changed shipping lines so I don\rquote t have to deal with Johansen again.\rdblquote
For the first time that morning Fiona spoke up. \ldblquote You realise, all of you, if Kathy hadn\rquote t tried to take my dinner money we wouldn\rquote t have met and I would probably be sitting at home, shy and reading pulp fiction. You three might be dead and Kathy you might still be robbing shops or in prison. Since then so much has happened to us in the last few weeks. Now I have a boyfriend, so does Kathy. All because of \u163\'a35 dinner money!\rdblquote
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