Chapter 2. Comfort
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 alright and if she needed help but by then she was close to
home and declined. As she left them one said to the other, "Probably boyfriend
trouble. Never know what the young things of today get up to."
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 daughters tortured breast. Fiona
screamed. She screamed again as her mother sat her on the toilet seat. Gingerly,
Jennifer opened the girl's tunic and saw the stripes across the chest. Undoing
and equally carefully she lowered Fiona'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.
"I'll phone the police."
"NO!! Don't. It will only make things worse."
"Tell me who did it?".... "Why did they do it?" .... "Where?" ....
Throughout Jennifer'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'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's
vagina in the hope she wouldn't become pregnant and in the hope too that it
might prevent any disease.
"Why won't you say anything?" .... "Why did he do it?" .... "Was it a black
man?" ...."Were there more than one?" ..... 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. "It will shame me and you and I will
probably get it worse next time. You don't know them, Mum. Just leave it."
Eventually Jennifer gave up on the questions and covered the colourful stripes
with a light nightdress. She gave her a couple of paracetamol tablets and laid
her on top of the bed.
"Well, if I cannot go to the police then I will phone your uncle Reggie and get
him to come over." 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'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 sleezy underworld characters. Jennifer
heard stories of the salacious side of Reggie without knowing any actual
details. "If the police cannot find out who did it to her daughter, maybe Reggie
could," she said to herself.
Reggie too was surprised to get the call but when the situation was explained he
came right over. "I'm sorry to have to ask you Reggie," Jennifer apologised,
"But Peter's in Singapore or somewhere so I can't get him to help."
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. "Jenny, haven't you a meeting or something to go to?"
Reggie asked his sister in law.
"Yes, but I cannot leave her. I can't leave her alone with you."
"Yes, you can and nothing will happen to her that is anything like as bad as
happened earlier. She'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's house
for a couple of hours."
"But....."
"Go woman, go!"
Alone with his niece, Reggie spoke quietly. "Fiona, I'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?" 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.
"Very well then, we'll try the harder way. Sit up." 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. "First, I am going to see
what they actually did to you." Reggie took hold of the hem of her nightdress.
"No! No! You mustn't do that! I haven't anything else on." Despite her
struggles, the nightdress was lifted off and Fiona sat there naked in front of
her uncle.
"My God! The bastards really did work you over." Reggie examined the belt marks
carefully and thoroughly. More thoroughly than was necessary but it wasn'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, "Now you must
tell me everything." Fiona just shook her head.
"I guess they or he threatened you with worse, Fiona. It can't happen. They
would be in far more trouble than you if they dared to touch you again."
"Oh you don't know that Unc. It would be a whip next time."
"Yes, and it will be a whip on your arse now if you don't start to speak."
Reggie's voice was low but full of menace. "So let's work it out. It happened
after you left school. You either met with school boys or someone met you at the
gate or on the way home. Did you know them?" Fiona nodded. "Were they from
school?" Again the nod. "Names Fiona." This wasn't a question. It was a demand.
Fiona sat silently until her uncle's hand reached around her and squeezed and
already tender tit. She screamed.
"Fiona, I said we could do this the easy way or the hard way. I don't want to
hurt you any more but I will find out who and what happened one way or the
other."
"You won't go to the police? I couldn't stand that."
Reggie just laughed. "My relationship with the polies isn't on the friendliest
basis. No I certainly won'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." 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't go unnoticed by his niece.
"You're as bad as they," she exclaimed when she noticed.
"Fiona, you are an attractive young girl. Sitting here naked like this alongside
me is bound to give me an erection but it doesn't mean I am going to take
advantage of you. Hasn't the telling of the story made you a little bit horny
too?" Reggie put his hand between her legs. "You don'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'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. Its a matter of
preparation and willingness."
"Unc? What are you going to do about Kathy and her friends?"
"As yet I don'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't have to worry about your mother'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't be until you start in the sixth form next term."
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'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,
"Certainly she is in fear of it," he stated categorically.
It was late when Reggie drove her in the big BMW with tinted glass windows the
six miles to his home.
******
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, "You can tell me the gory
details later if you wish." 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 the 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. "Nothing. She
just bathed them."
"Did she douche you?" Fiona nodded.
"Good. Did she suggest getting the morning after pill?"
"No."
"We'd better do that in the morning. No sense in risking a pregnancy. Right then
young lady, lets have these clothes off and get some salve on. Fiona cried out
as her knickers scraped her bottom. "They did this just because you didn't give
them all your money? Surely there was more to it than that?"
"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."
"Not so much of the 'Auntie' miss. It makes me feel old and I am not that much
older than you. Perhaps ten years but that's not old. Now lets see what we can
do with this salve. I'll start on your back and bottom and then go to the more
tender places." Phyllis very gently applied the salve and said, "We'll let it
soak in for a bit and then I'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't need blankets and I suggest you don't try and wear a nightie either."
Seeing an alarmed look in Fiona's face she went on, "Oh you don't have to worry
about nudity here. We don't." Phyllis went to get a sheet.
On her return, Fiona was lying as she had left her. "Sorry Fi, we'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." 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. "Looks like your tits will still develop a bit more," remarked
Phyllis, "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't you think?"
The question flustered and embarrassed Fiona. At home breast development was
hardly talked about, at least it hadn't been since it was first decided she
needed a bra. "They're er er nice," 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.
"Don't you do this to yourself?" she asked. Another awkward question and one
that Fiona didn't want to answer. Noticing how uneasy the girl was she stopped
and gave her a hug. "Sorry dear. I can see you are not used to this kind of
talk. Now let's sit you up with a pile of pillows behind your back. I doubt if
you will sleep for a bit so we'll talk and I'll try to help you through this
traumatic event. It'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're no longer a virgin. I'll get
out of these jeans and get comfortable too."
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's soothing words comforted her. Gradually they
talked more and more freely. Phyllis knew better than to ask her directly about
the day'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. "What will Uncle Reggie do
about Kathy and the others?" she asked.
"I don't think he's really worked out a plan yet but he's been on the phone to
some of his friends so I guess they will do something shortly."
Ten o'clock and a knock came at the bedroom door. Phyllis pulled a sheet up to
cover them although she wasn't bothered for herself. Reggie came in to ask if
they would like a glass of wine or a hot chocolate drink. "White wine for me,"
Phyllis answered, "And a glass for Fiona too. It may help her to sleep. You do
like white wine?" she added turning to Fiona.
"Mother doesn't allow me to drink wine."
"But we're not going to tell her are we?" 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. "I'd better go too," Phyllis said as she got up to go to the connecting
door. "Fiona? Don't be embarrassed or upset if you see Reggie naked or hear
sounds from our room. Its 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'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'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't worry about Reggie. While he would probably like to get his cock in
you, he won't unless you agree. He won't force you or rape you. I guarantee
that. Now you know where the bathroom is so is there anything else you need?" 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'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. "Sorry to wake you but the pains have come back badly."
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. "Oh. You are a silly goose," 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 lay alongside her. "You frightened of
storms Fiona?" Reggie asked.
"I don't like them when they make as much noise as this."
"It's still about a mile away. How are you? Pain came back?"
"It should ease again now Phyllis has put the salve on."
"Well try and get some sleep, if this racket will allow anyone to sleep."
Phyllis held Fiona to her bosom. Almost it seemed deliberately she placed a
nipple close to the younger girls lips tempting her to suckle. Without really
thinking about it, Fiona first kissed the nipple and when that wasn'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 girls
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. "Go on, suck hard," Reggie encouraged her, "She
loves having her tits sucked. Nibble the nipples a bit. She loves that too."
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'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, "Liar," and then giggled.
Reggie's cock was by now hard. He pulled Phyllis's legs apart and entered her.
Again Fiona tried to pull away. "Lie still," Phyllis spoke more sharply than she
intended, "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." She flung the sheet over the bottom of the bed so they were all
uncovered. "Watch closely. We won't mind and you might learn more than you
expect."
Reggie's large cock slid into her 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's prick and the way Phyllis took it so readily
into her. Kevin'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'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's movement ceased and the pair lay quietly for some minutes without
separating. "Thanks," Reggie said once he had regained his breath. "Thank you
darling," 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 laying down again. Finally the storm abated, and the cooler air blew in.
Fiona thought she ought to return to her own bed but didn'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, "We might as well try and get a few hours sleep."
Reggie was already snoring gently.
******
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, "Will you be well enough to go
for a drive in the car about 3.30 this afternoon?"
"Yes, I guess so. It's walking that seems to be the real problem at the moment.
Where are we going?"
"Not far. And no one can see inside the car. Tell Philly I called."
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 was introduced
himself as Darren and he would be coordinating the punishment of the her
attackers and rapists. "First though I need to know who I need to punish,"
Darren stated, "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."
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's punk style hair do didn'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'clock. "We'll wait," said Darren.
"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."
"Good thinking girl." Darren praised Fiona'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'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,
"Does she often wear that yellow butterfly broach?"
"Quite often. Seems to think it is some sort of lucky charm. Why?"
"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't a punk like her. Long black curls."
"That'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."
"I think we shall have to have a few more words with miss Kathy O'Sullivan after
she has made amends for her bullying. She cost me and the Patel's a lot of money
last week." Reggie spat the word out with venom.
"What will you do to her - them?"
"Probably better if you don't know! Do you know where they all live?" 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't know where as I never go out at
night."
"Okay, thanks Fiona. Go and sit with Phyl now while I discus what to do." Reggie
dismissed her from the gathering and noted she still walked very stiffly as she
made her way to the lounge. "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 favored
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."
"Okay boss. What about the others?" Darren asked, "They may be hanging around in
a crowd."
"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."
"Sure do boss. I already have the necessary staff ready waiting for a phone
call."
