Chapter 3. Retribution
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 which 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
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. "Struggle and your dead. Or at least you'll have a horrible
wound in your guts," 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'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'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's binding and removed the sack. A
knife was thrust at the terrified boy's face. "Where's Kevin?"
"I don't know." The knife lightly touched the boy's cheek.
"Where were you to meet him?"
"At the arcade later."
"Where's he live?" 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. "Fuck it!" swore the van driver, "Hope he isn't planning on going all
the way with that lot." Luckily they were heading for a disco and suggested
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.
*****
"One to base. She's just leaving the house."
"Keep her in sight."
"She's waiting at the bus stop. Its the number 23 service from here. Goes
through to Shoreditch."
"If she is after one of our shops the only one in that direction is Gunjur
Singh's but there are plenty of other small shops she might decide to raid.
Follow the bus discretely."
Reggie passed the information to Gunjur Singh. "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."
"Very good, Mr. Reggie. My son is here and he well knows the camcorder so he
will hide on landing to second floor, Sir."
"Good. It may not be your shop she's after but for once, I hope it is."
"She's on the 23 bus."
"Alighting in High Street. You could be right that its Singh's shop. No. She's
gone past. Back again looking in the window. Possibly checking it out."
"All units be alert and ready position yourselves close to the shop but don't
make it obvious." Reggie's instructions came over their ear pieces.
"Walking down the road..... Going into car parts shop. That's not her usual type
of shop. Ronnie, check on her."
"Coming out now. Walking back towards the Singh's. Ronnie's coming out of the
shop now."
"Yes, this is Ronnie. She bought a spray can of black paint."
"Gunjur, keep out of sight for a few minutes, then come in from room as though
you had been getting a bite to eat."
"Entering the Singh's."
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't noticed the video
wasn't working. "Can I get you anything miss?" Microseconds later he found the
nozzle of the spray can inches from his eyes. "No miss, please miss. No!"
"Open the till." 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, "I've got it! I filmed
everything!"
*****
Four youths and two girls sat in the warehouse surrounded by tall stacks of
palleted boxes. They couldn'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. "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'Sullivan are here because you have raided
many of the shops we own. Its now payback time."
"That bitch squealed on us," Kathy yelled, "She'll get it real good next time."
"There won'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."
"I demand my brief." Kathy knew her rights or so she thought.
Laughter came from the assembled men. "Kathy," he laughed too, "You don't need a
brief you need a chastity belt and cast iron knickers!" Again laughter filled
that section of the warehouse. "We are judge, jury and executioner. You have all
been convicted and are now going to receive fitting punishments. We'll start
with Miss Melanie."
"No, please, I didn't do anything. I was only watching."
"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."
At Darren's signal two men took the now screaming Melanie and laid her over a
packing case. "It's a shame you other's can't watch," Darren went on, "but we
can'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."
"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."
"Swoosh"
"Aaarghh!"
"Well I guess you all heard that. Melanie has a lovely red stripe across the top
of her thighs."
"Swoosh"
"Aaarghh!"
"Another stripe just above the first." Melanie was now yelling at the top of her
voice and pleading with them to have mercy on her."
"Swoosh"
"Aaarghh! No. No more please. You'll kill me."
They didn'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.
"She's now had her eight lashes across the arse." Darren continued his
description of the events to the other captives. "Fiona also had several across
her cunt so Melanie is to get two strokes there as well. Hold her well open
boys." All five of the other captives had tears running down their faces.
Melanie's screams and the knowledge they would receive a similar or worse
thrashing buckled their resolve to be brave.
"Aaarghh! Noooooo!" 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 installment.
"As with Fiona'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've
found a real large one for her, ten inches long and over two in diameter."
Darren exaggerated its size for the benefit of his listeners. "Its now nice and
hard and at this moment a condom is being rolled over it. We don't want sperm
left inside her for DNA tests nor do we want to risk our cock man getting any
disease she might have."
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's was the previous biggest cock that she'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. "You're tearing me
apart. Fiona didn't have to take anything like this!"
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. "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." 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
and the riding crop made it mark repeatedly across Bryn's arse cheeks.
"Swoosh."
"That's twelve," Darren continued, "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."
"They are now lifting him to a standing position. He's not very steady on his
feet but that doesn'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."
"Swoosh. Slap." The noise sounded like a rifle shot as the crop hit both the
base of Joe'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'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 awaiting
their turn.
"Over the box with him again. Are you ready gay man one?" Having witnessed the
boy's thrashing, gay man one was certainly ready with a rock hard, condom
covered cock. He applied Vaseline to Bryn'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. His efforts were accompanied by pitiful
cries, pleas and sobs from the tortured boy. Entry of the cock have 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'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.
"Gag, that one," Darren commanded, "and then bring Pete to the box."
An hour later all four boys had similar treatment. Kevin'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. "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's only fair."
"No! No!" Kathy cried out as she was carried to the box, "No girl could possibly
take more than you gave Melanie and survive."
"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"
Twelve strokes of the crop later and Kathy was reduced to a howling, sobbing and
pleading heap of sore flesh. "Turn her over." Darren's order was greeted with
further supplications for mercy which were treated with contempt. "You didn'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."
Methodically the crop seared it stripes across the lower part of her belly and
the top of her legs. "Four to her cunt, that probably needs more tenderizing
than Melanie's." Kathy started to slip into unconsciousness but a cup of cold
water revived her. "No, you are not going to sleep on us dear, you must feel
every stroke and we are not done yet." They did however give her a few minutes
break.
"Can you guess which parts are to feel the lash next?" taunted Darren. Kathy
could, but didn't answer. The pain was already almost unbearable.
"I only used a belt on Fiona's tits, what will the riding crop do to mine?" 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.
"Warm them up." 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 that any sensations
from the prick were nullified by the pain of her thrashing.
