Synopsis

Her absent survey partner vows to get his revenge when he is ousted from university because she has a fall whilst alone on the site.

# Love and Hate in the Marshes

by obohobo

## Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF Rom Attempted rape

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2011

“I’m sorry to disturb you Major but...”

“Good God, Mary what happened? Come in, I’ll call the wife and Anne and they can clean you up a bit. Lucy! Anne!” he called up the stairs before turning back to the girl standing in his kitchen and leaning on the table for support.” Suma, the Major’s dog, ran around her, sniffing the strange smells on her clothing and giving the occasional bark until his master dragged him into the utility room out of the way.

“I’m sorry to be a bother Sir, the mud at the edge of the saltings gave way and I slid down on to those lumps of concrete they put in to stop the erosion. I think I’ve sprained my ankle because it hurts to stand on it. Sorry, I’m being a nuisance,” Mary apologised again.

“And you’ve torn your clothes and got yourself pretty well covered with mud. Now where have those women got to?” He yelled up the stairs again in his best military voice and this time the two ladies appeared. “Lucy, Anne, Mary here had a bit of a fall, clean her up a bit if you will and then we can see the extent of the damage. You’d better take her into the bathroom.” Although long retired, the Major gave orders rather than requesting a service, even to his wife and housekeeper.

Half an hour later, wearing a pair of Lucy’s shorts, a woollen sweater and an overall over them, Mary limped back into the kitchen leaning heavily on a walking stick and supported by Anne’s, strong arms. “She needs to go to the hospital, Ian, and have her foot x-rayed. As you can see, it has swelled up and we had to put one of your hiking socks on it to keep it warm. There are a few other minor bruises and scrapes but nothing serious. Will you take her or shall I?” Lucy asked.

“Where’s your bicycle?” Ian asked when they were in his car, knowing she was one of the poorer students and the bicycle her only mode of transport.

“By the gate leading to the seawall, Sir.”

“I’ll have it put in the stables when I get back. I presume your partner didn’t put in an appearance? This is the very reason you shouldn’t work out there alone.”

“No, Major, he’ll probably say he was training but more likely he did his training in the girls dorms.”

“You realise that I will have to stop you coming on to my land if you don’t have a partner? The Health and Safety people advised me to make that ruling in case of litigation.” He knew she’d come on her own for most of the term and only sheer bad luck and the stormy sea the previous day undercutting the bank, caused the accident but now he knew officially, he’d have to enforce the ruling.

“Oh Sir, please don’t do that, I’ve already spent a lot of time on this project and collected a great deal of data which I need for my thesis and it will put me back a year if I lose it. I can’t afford that Sir and I’m really interested in the invertebrate fauna of these marshes, I really am. I’ll write a disclaimer or something Sir. There’s no one else that is free and the others on the course are all working on different areas and habitats.”

“You’d still be able to survey the seawall and the foreshore area because they are not part of my land and the public have access to them but you can’t put your insect traps down without the probability of them being interfered with and I have no jurisdiction over them but your professor can still veto you working on them alone. In any case, you seem more interested in the wetland areas, which are part of my estate. Sorry Mary.” Major Ian McBride glanced at the tiny girl sitting alongside him and noticed tears running down her cheeks and knew the pain in her foot did not cause them. He remembered the day she came to The Lodge to ask permission to do the survey on his land and seeing her less than five feet stature and flat-chested with it, she appeared many years younger than her actual age of twenty-three but what she lacked in size she made up for in enthusiasm and a determination to work. “You have a partner?” he’d asked.

“Yes, Major, Professor Pearson is putting Paul Sweffling with me when he turns up.” But Paul only took the environmental course for logistical reasons and had no interest in it and came with her a few times and on one of those times he’d taken her in his car and left early without telling her and she had to walk to the village and wait two hours for a bus.

“I’ll phone the professor and see what, if anything, he can do. I doubt you’ll be able to walk far for a week or two.”

The investigation into the accident caused unwanted repercussions for Paul Sweffling. The dean called in his files and after reviewing his poor academic grades and general behaviour, decided to terminate his scholarship. Disgruntled and blaming Mary for his troubles, he left the university college and took a job in a local sports store, vowing to get his revenge on her.

“So you’re the short-arse I’ve to babysit because she has a tendency to fall over cliffs. I just get back from the wilds of Shetland where I spent months filming in some awful weather conditions and I come back here thinking I can spend time in a warm room editing the files and father sends me out in the cold to look after a girl collecting bugs. Hi, I’m Tony, Tony McBride.”

Surprised, Mary let the lens she’d used to examine a beetle in a vial, dangle on its lanyard around her neck and looked at the young man who’d stealthily crept up behind her. For a few moments she took in his short, stocky appearance, the expensive camera, his camouflaged, thermal jacket and trousers and his tanned, grinning face. Instantly liking the man, she stood and seeing they were near enough the same height, held out her hand, “Hi Lofty, if a four-foot mud bank is a cliff how would you describe those on Shetland?” Without waiting for an answer she went on, “I’m Mary, Mary Pulham.”

For the rest of the afternoon, they meandered over the site, discussed her work and his and found they were both keen naturalists but his interest lay in mammals and birds. Towards the end he invited her back to his living quarters above the old stables for a hot drink and a slice of ‘Anne’s cake’ and when she seemed hesitant, put his arm around her shoulders and laughingly said, “Hey girl, we been alone on the isolated marshes for the last hour and I’m only inviting you for a cuppa not to spend the night!” In the end she spent more time looking at the photos he’d taken and the equipment he used, now seated facing each other, Tony summed up the situation. “It seems to me that you only need me to be somewhere reasonably nearby while you are out on the wetland fields to fulfil Dad’s and your professor’s legal requirements, you don’t need me alongside you holding your hand, in fact, had it not been for the stupid accident, you would have been out there alone. With winter coming, we will soon get the over-wintering birds arriving and I’ll want to film and photograph them and this year I’ve ordered one of those scaffolding towers which I’m going to set up on our side of the seawall and make it into a hide that will overlook the foreshore and the fields. From what Dad has told me, I don’t think you’ll be rushing around waving your arms to scare the birds but your just being there will disturb them so we’ll have to come to some agreement about times and places but that shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“While I want to continue the survey through the winter, I don’t expect to find much and from what the Major told me, the fields are often flooded for long periods as they form part of an extensive flood plain, so I’m sure we can work things out and maybe learn a few things from each other.”

“There is another suggestion I can make. As you’ve seen from the stuff I have around here, I’m into technological things and have a pair of beepers. If we wear them we can have a system where one beep is for ‘I’m packing up’, two beeps for ‘I’m falling down a cliff’ or am in trouble.” Mary aimed a mock punch at him but agreed to the beepers.

Over the next few weeks they became firm friends and helped each other with their projects, Tony helped siting the traps and she helped with the erection of the tower hide and at the end of each afternoon they adjourned to his rooms for tea and a chat, usually only on ‘work’ matters but occasionally on their lives and hopes for the future. She’d now sit alongside him and they’d walk side by side, almost touching, back to his place but it never went further than that although in bed at night, Mary often thought about the possibility of having Tony as her lover. He too thought about taking her to his bed but didn’t wish to spoil the relationship they’d built up by making a move that might be rejected. “Mary certainly seems to shy away from any close contact with me and doesn’t even hint of any sexual feelings but I wonder if that will change when we’ve been together longer and she’s learned to trust me?” Tony wondered.

Two events within days of each other changed that. In the middle of December after a period of heavy rain, the weather turned fine and unusually warm. Tony knelt by the side of a ditch brim full with water replacing a pitfall trap Mary had emptied, when out of nowhere it seemed, Suma, the playful labrador, bounded up and in doing so knocked Tony into the cold water. Momentarily shocked, Mary leaned as far as she dared to help him but Suma decided to swim in the water too and leapt in with a great splash upsetting Mary’s balance and she slid feet first down the bank but managed to stop herself getting fully immersed. Suma, thinking it all great fun swum around and managed to soak the rest of her before she and Tony scrambled on to dry land again.

“Get yourselves into the house, I’ll bring your stuff. Get dry before you freeze,” the Major ordered, “Come here, Suma,” and then apologised for his dog but cursed when it sprung out of the ditch and shook cold water over him but in his Barbour jacket and trousers, it hardly mattered.

They hurried back as fast as their heavy, wet clothes would allow but being almost at the furthest point away, both shivered when they entered Tony’s room. “You can use the bathroom first and the shower,” Tony gallantly suggested, “There’s two dressing gowns hanging on the back of the door,” but Mary’s fingers were too cold to undo her buttons and she had to call for help and then with a leap of faith she said, “You’re as cold as I am Tony, get your clothes off too and we’ll shower and get warm together. No monkey business though.” For the first time they saw each other totally naked. Mary wondered what he thought of her skinny, almost titless body, while she admired his stocky, well-muscled physique and her eyes kept glancing at his prick, as yet still flaccid from the cold, and wondered what it would feel like inside her. Her imagination went much further that night, when she lay in her bed remembering the events of the day and the sight and feel of his body.

For a while they stood close under the warm water, not speaking, each wanting to touch and hold the other but not daring to. Tony broke the impasse. With a sudden move, he clasped her to his chest and kissed her forehead, in turn she wrapped her arms around his back and kissed him fully on the lips. For several minutes they hugged and kissed until the Major’s voice came through the door, “I’ve put your stuff on the table. Come over to the house when you’ve dressed. We can find some clothes for Mary if you’ve nothing suitable, Tony but you’re not too far off the same size.”

“We’d better wash the smell of the ditch off and get dry,” Tony reluctantly whispered when they heard his father leave. They washed and played with each other causing her to giggle and him to laugh and for his prick to become erect but with the Major’s invitation hanging over them, they didn’t have time to play further although Mary’s attire in clothing much too big for her, caused them much merriment. We can put yours through the washing machine in the house and they have a dryer there too but it will take a while and I’ll run you home in the van later.

“Thanks but there’s no need, I’ve lights on the bike and I need it for tomorrow to get to Uni.” They argued but Mary remained adamant.

“Hi Paul.”

“Hi Lynda, what brings you here close to closing time?”

“Need a new pair of trainers and I thought we might get together afterwards like we used to. I haven’t had a decent fuck since you left. You got a place we can go or have we got to brave the dorm mother?”

Later they sat sharing a cigarette in his bed and chatting about past events. “I heard that Mary still goes out to the site, Sandra, her flat mate said she cycles there most Monday and Thursday afternoons,” Lynda commented.

“I thought they’d banned the bloody bitch from going alone?”

“According to Sandra, they got round that but she can only survey the footpath and the shore if she’s alone and even that’s frowned on. As far as we know, no one from the Uni goes with her.”

The weather continued fine and dry and, as luck would have it, Paul worked over the weekend and had Monday off and decided to pay Mary a visit.

Up in the tower hide, Tony had the big telephoto lens on the camera and idly filmed waders strutting along the tide line, when, “beep, beep” then moments later, “beep, beep,” again. Knowing roughly where Mary was working, he swung the camera round and peered at the close-up image on the screen and to his horror, witnessed a boy punch and knock her to the ground. Leaving the camera running, he slid down his ‘fireman’s pole’ and swiftly and silently ran towards his girlfriend and her assailant.

“You’ll be banned too now, you bitch,” Paul hissed as he punched her in the stomach, “You’re not allowed here alone and I’ve friends who’ll say I played cards with them all afternoon so lets see whether that cunt of yours is worth fucking.” Mary put up a struggle, she yelled and screamed but against the strength and stamina of an athlete and having taken several more blows to the head and stomach, she lay winded and almost helpless as Paul unfastened her trousers and then opened his flies to proudly show her the prick he said would ‘fuck the shit out of her.”

It didn’t. Head down, Tony charged and butted the unsuspecting Paul in his side, knocking him over. He soon recovered and flurry of blows, soon closed one of Tony’s eyes but by then Mary had recovered sufficiently to swing her leg and with considerable force, kick Paul in his still exposed prick and balls. Paul doubled up at the impact of her heavy walking boots on his vulnerable testicles and rolled on the grass in agony and finally spewed his guts up.

Crying and encased in Tony’s arms, Mary clutched him tightly while he spoke to the police and then his father on his mobile. “He’s got an alibi?” she blurted out. Holding his crotch, Paul stood and threatened them again but soon found the pain of moving too great to overpower them again and started to limp away.

“He won’t get far,” Tony told her and any alibi he has will be nullified by hard evidence, I left the camera running.”

Next morning when she phoned to find out how Tony fared, Lucy answered, “He’s lying in bed wanting to be pampered, just like a man, but actually his face is not a pretty sight. One eye is closed and very bloodshot and he has a big bruise on his other cheek. He doesn’t want you to see him like this but you might as well see him at his worst. How are you? Would you like me to pick you up?”

“The police interview was pretty embarrassing,” Mary remarked as Lucy drove, “I had to go through it all several times and it took far longer than I expected. Seems Paul now says I agreed to meet him on the marshes to make love but I hope the film proves I didn’t and when I got in last night Sandra said, Lynda told her to warn me, but I didn’t see her until too late.”

Lucy showed her into Tony’s room, “There’s your handsome lover. Look after him for a bit Mary, while I get some chores done.” With tears streaming down her cheeks, she hugged and kissed him and apologised for being the cause of his suffering. “It wasn’t your fault at all Mary and by the bruises on your face, you suffered too, the real and only culprit is Paul and he has to take all of the blame. Maybe he’ll get what he deserves this time.”

“What are you doing for Christmas, Mary?” Tony asked when she visited two days later.

“Mum and Dad are going to my sister and her husband’s place and spending Christmas Day and Boxing Day with them and her kids. I could go too but it’s a long way and I’d have to find the train fare. I’ll probably see Mum and Dad when they get back and they want to see you too after hearing about your knight in muddy armour effort to save me.”

“Mary... Mary, please don’t take this the wrong way... I love you to spend Christmas with me...”

Before he could say any more Mary pressed her lips to his and said, “I’d love to.”

Christmas Eve day dawned bright and very cold, one of those days when the frost remained on the grass all day, “Let’s go for a walk before dinner,” Tony suggested, “But no surveying.”

“And no cameras,” Mary quipped back. Well dressed against the cold they walked, arms around each other, down the track and on to the seawall, both rather excited and a little apprehensive at their sleeping together. Neither Lucy nor Ian, as Mary tried to remember to call the Major now, had objected to her staying and sharing his bed but she’d not slept with a man before and Tony had not mentioned any previous love affairs.

“I love the wild openness of these marshes, the squabbling of the birds and the low hissing of the waves on the mud, especially when I’m with a loving girl who is also at one with the marshes,” Tony remarked with uncharacteristic sentiment and squeezed her closer.

“Let’s pretend Suma has knocked us in the ditch again and shower together,” Tony suggested before they retired, and they did, except that this time they were not so shy and deliberately massaged each other sexually until Tony sent his sperm into the flowing water. “Damn,” he cursed, “Sorry, I couldn’t hold it back.”

“Not to worry, they say the second time takes longer and is better for the girl.” As so it proved. Half an hour later, for the first time Mary felt a prick enter her and, slowly at first, then with greater intensity, Tony speeded up until, after Mary had climaxed, he spurted into her. “Taking all those birth control pills since I started college has been worth it and that biking accident that broke my hymen saved me any pain today and I’m sure made it more enjoyable,” Mary mused as she lay cuddled against her partner who had already dozed off, “Who said, I would never find love in these lonely marshes?”

Finis