The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 06

Why was she thinking of them? If she needed to think of anything she could always concentrate on recalling the dates of the various Pharoes of the New Kingdom and the names of their principle wives.

The path along which she was walking ran along the high wall of the old barracks. Deserted now in the latest round of defence cuts. A grassed area of some ten yards with evenly planted trees separated her from the main road.

She looked ahead. A car was parked in the drive of the main entrance to the barracks. The bonnet was up and a man was looking at the engine. He didn't rise as she approached. She opened her mouth to say good evening when she heard a noise to one side and caught movement out of the corner of one eye.

A hand closed over her mouth and an arm clamped her arms to her side. The man in front turned to face her. He wore a knitted Balaclava helmet. A cardboard mask covered the normally exposed area. Three small holes had been cut in it. Two holes for the eyes and one for the mouth. Some thick strips of sticky tape were stuck to the side of the car. As he pulled one off and stuck it over her eyes she caught the glimpse of a third person climbing out of the car.

The hand covering her mouth was briefly removed and a second piece of tape used to cover it.

She heard the bonnet close with a thud as she was pushed and pulled into the back of the car. She did her best to struggle but was helpless in their hands. Both men climbed into the back with her as she was forced onto the floor, bent double, ass in the air. She felt rope against the skin of he throat and wrists as the car moved away. Then her arms were released. She tried to move them but as she did the rope around her throat tightened, cutting off her breathing. It had all been so quick. It couldn't have taken more than fifteen seconds from beginning to end.

She tried to speak but only produced guttural sounds from deep in her throat.

Nobody spoke.

They were in heavy city traffic. She could feel the stopping and starting of the car. Hear the sounds of many engines.

Eventually they were on a faster road the noise of the engine settling to an even tone. Sounds from outside were now muffled by the sound of the car's passage through the air. The drive seemed to last forever. Just as she felt she was going to fall asleep a hand was placed on the back of her neck as if to hold her in position as other hands lifted up the three quarter length coat she was wearing and the short flimsy skirt she'd worn behind the bar.

Fingers were under the elastic of her tights and panties pulling the down; over her buttocks past her knees with difficulty and, with her shoes, off. Exposing her. She tried to scream but could only cry. She felt her ass cheeks being forced apart by strong fingers. Clamping her thighs together she tried to close the gap they opened.

A finger was rammed hard against her anus. It opened slightly. The pain was incredible. The fingers went back to forcing her ass cheeks apart. Again she resisted; again the finger was forced into her anus. She tried to scream in pain. The finger was removed. She'd learnt. This time she allowed the fingers to open her cheeks. A hand on the inside of her thighs, pushing one way then the other. She spread her thighs as much as she could in the cramped condition in the back of the car.

The hand again on her inner thigh. This time it travelled up to her fanny and prodded and poked until first one finger then a second penetrated her.

Why her? Tears streamed down her face. What were they going to do to her? Where were they taking her? Nobody would necessarily miss her until Friday night, her next night behind the bar. What could she do? Nobody said a word.

Her neck was released and hands were at the buttons on the front of her coat. It was pulled back over her shoulders as the fingers began moving in and out of her fanny. Rough fingers that made her want to cry out with each movement. A hand was inside the back of her coat unzipping her dress, unhooking her bra. Another hand cupped her breasts as they fell forward.

If it was just sex they wanted she could stand that. She recalled the afternoon she'd visited a previous boyfriend, Simon, in his home when his parents had been out and his elder brother, Norman, had been present. Norman had opened a bottle of wine and half an hour later she was taking them both at the same time. One doggie fashion as she knelt between the legs of the other sucking him off. Ten minutes later the positions had been reversed. She'd ended the session when they'd tried to get her to take it up her ass. She wasn't having any of that. That relationship had had potential but Simon had ruined it by bragging to his friends.

The hand on her breasts was surprisingly gentle. She could feel her nipples responding. Fingers pulled and on them for a few seconds then returned to squeezing and feeling each breast in turn.

The car was slowing down. She sensed it was lighter. The fingers were removed from her fanny and the hands from her breasts. The coat was pulled down covering her ass.

They were driving through a built up area. Lots of stopping and starting then it seemed to get darker as they twisted and turned along what she assumed was a country lane. They slowed again. This time pulling to a halt.

The doors opened and hands pulled her from the back of the car.

She was walking on cold, snow covered grass. It changed to stone, no, cobble. A creaking sound as big doors were opened, then closed. She could smell farm then paraffin. The area she was now standing in was quite warm. Somebody had lit a paraffin heater some time before.

Hands were all over her. The ropes removed the tape ripped from her eyes and mouth. The pain. This time she could cry out and did.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?"

Her coat was pulled off her shoulders followed by her dress and Bra straps. She was naked. She struggled. Screamed. Kicked out with her bare feet. A hand was clamped over her mouth. A voice hissed in her ear. Muffled.

"That's enough of that."

Her hands were forced behind her back and the loop of rope passed over her head.

"Do as you are told and nothing will happen to you. You're miles from anywhere. Nobody can hear you. Do you want the tape again?"

She shook her head.

Blinking her sore eyes she looked around. She was in a stall in a barn. Three large men stood holding her. All wore Balaclavas and cardboard facemasks.

"Speak for yourself." One of the others said feeling her breasts.

"No. We agreed." The one behind her said. "I pay her back. We send the photos. You can have the money. Then we let her go."

Pay her back? Who would pay for photo's of her? She was laid on her back on some freshly opened straw bails. The open ends of the stalks pricking her skin.

"You know the plan." The second one spoke. "You drive the car to Glastonbury.

We've all worn gloves but give it a wipe clean anyway. We take the photos when you get back. Post them through his door in the morning. I'll plant the note in the tree. If he doesn't want it to happen to his girl he pays. We get the money. We let her go. One will stay here at all times. The others cover at work. We must be seen in as many places as possible. Be seen in town, be seen in the village."

"Are you sure he won't go to the police?" The third asked.

"He won't. He's too weak." The first one sounded confident. "Besides he thinks too much of her to risk anything happening to her. And anyway we are not going to be greedy. I just want them to squirm first."

"You get off." The second one said. "We'll look after her tonight. You come back with the camera as soon as you can."

"You won't touch her?" The first one backed slowly towards the door.

"Just get off." The third one insisted removing his coat and hanging it on a hook. "We'll take care of her alright."

The first one left and she heard the car engine start up and fade in the distance.

The two men approached her.

"You promised not to touch me." She said fear in her voice.

"We said we were going to take care of you." The second one said unbuckling his belt.

"And we're really going to take care of you tonight." The third one said removing his jacket.

She tried to get to her feet, but, hampered by her hands being tied behind her back only managed to fall at their feet. They knelt either side of her, one catching her wildly thrashing feet, the other pulling the rope tight around her neck. She couldn't breath. There was a whistling in her ears. Her eyes wouldn't focus.

The pressure eased, she could breath. As she gulped in huge lung fulls of air she felt hands on her ankles pulling her legs open. She tried to fight back. To close her thighs. It was too late a man was between them. She opened her eyes to see the third one looming over her; she could feel his prick at the entrance of her fanny. He pushed into her. She could feel the lips of her fanny being opened. He pulled back and pushed again. Harder. He was inside her. She cried out in pain at the invasion of her unlubricated vagina. He pulled back and pushed again. She cried out a second time. He started to move, despite herself she found that her fanny was becoming moist, easing his passage. He quickened. She felt him growing inside her. His come hitting the walls of her tube. He lay still for a few seconds then pulled out of her. The other one took his place. She didn't try too stop him. She tried to relax. Let him have her, get it over with. He used long slow gentle strokes at first. The thought came to her that she could enjoy this under different circumstances. He pulled right out to her entrance then pushed fully in until their pubic hairs met. He quickened his pace. She caught her breath. He was really moving. Lifting her ass cheeks from the ground with the force of his thrusting. He was there. Deeper inside her than anyone had been before. She lay still trying to catch her breath.

He got off her. Kneeling between her open thighs he pushed a finger inside her fanny. Prodding the sides. She was getting wetter. With his other hand he was stroking his prick back to hardness.

He loomed over her, his weight on one hand as he guided his prick back inside her. She arched her back to take him.

"Cut the rope." He said. The first words she'd heard in twenty minutes. She felt fingers around her neck, cold metal against her skin and the rope relaxed it's grip.

She could breath freely at last. He was pumping in and out of her again. Slowly, unhurried. It seemed to last forever until, with hardly a change of pace, he came. He pulled back then pushed himself deep inside her. She could feel his balls contracting and relaxing. Lifting and falling against her ass cheeks.

He climbed from her again.

She heard the other say as he took his place.

"You were too soft on her." And as he sank inside her with a single thrust. " I'll show you how to fuck her."

This wasn't gentle. This wasn't slow. These were the thrusts of a man taking his pleasure without concern for the woman. She was just a body to be used and she cried out in shame and pain.

She felt him jerking inside her as her tears ran down her cheeks.

The both sat on straw bails at the end of the stall, smoking joints and drinking beer from bottles.

She found her voice.

"Can I have a drink, please."

She was sat up and a beer bottle pressed to her lips. She swallowed then spluttered. The bottle was removed then replaced. She drank again.

"No more." She turned her head away.

They let her lie down, even covering her with straw. They talked in low voices.

She closed her eyes.

She was woken by a sudden blast of cold air as the doors were thrown open as the one who had driven off returned, he had an old khaki army haversack bag over one shoulder.

The three stood and talked in low voices.

"No. No."

Voices were being raised in anger.

"I said you were not too."

Low voices.

The two that had had her entered the stall and uncovered her. Her ankles were grabbed and lifted into the air. Through the 'v' of her opened thighs she could see the other taking an instamatic camera from his bag fitting a flash bulb to it. Placing the camera on top of a hay bail he took a coil of rope hanging from a nail in a pillar. A loop was passed over one foot around the wooden pillar, up and over a beam, around the pillar on the other side of the stall and tied to her other foot.

She lay there, on her back, legs wide apart, feet high in the air completely at their mercy. She didn't think she'd get any.

The rough one knelt down between her legs and ran his fingers up and down her slit. Without warning he thrust two inside her.

"Remember to keep our faces out of shot." The rough one said as he entered her.

Part 3.

Chapter 1.

Millie barked once then was silent.

I slipped out of bed, visited the downstairs toilet, I didn't flush it so as not to wake everybody and went into the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. I finished it in the kitchen, refilled the glass and went back to bed. I placed the glass on my bedside table. I thought I could hear somebody in the upstairs bathroom.

I was still sleeping on the bed borrowed from the Hospital, when I was recovering from fighting the Panther, in the downstairs study. Metal-framed, high and sturdy. Jenny slept in the single bedroom upstairs. Roddrego had the spare double and Grandfather sleep in his what had been his and Grandmothers. Michael was staying with my parents and Hudson.

I looked at my watch. The first streaks of dawn lighting the clouds I could see through a crack in my bedroom curtains.

I heard creak of the floor boards outside my room. The door handle turned slowly. The door opened silently. A shadowy figure creeping towards my bed. Small hands pulled back the sheets and blankets. A soft, warm body slipped in beside me.

"Are you awake." Jenny said squeezing my balls.

"Of course I am." I replied, feeling an ass cheek. "The noise you make moving about I'm surprised anybody in the house is still asleep."

I pulled up her dressing gown and night dress and ran my finger between her ass cheeks.

"Do you think we should?" She stiffened slightly as I found her anus. "It wouldn't be sacrilegious or anything. Your Grandmother was only buried yesterday."

"We've been back in England five day's and we haven't done it yet." I rubbed and pushed at her anus. "I'm sure Grandmother wouldn't mind."

"Are you sure you've recovered from the cruise." She started stroking my prick as my finger move down, tickling the soft hairs, towards her fanny. "I thought I'd emptied you."

"I'm fine thanks."

She was right, she had. It had hurt to piss. It had been a relief that our grief and the atmosphere in the house hadn't left either of us in the mood for sex particularly.

But I was in the mood now.

I leant over her. Opening her legs with my knee. Moving on top of her as her legs spread wider. She had one had on my prick the other opening her fanny lips as I pushed forward. Just inside, back out. In a little bit further, out. In further still, back to the entrance. Her hands moved to my back as I sank deep inside her. Her knees bent. I was in further. I felt my balls against her body as I slid smoothly in and out her fanny clutching at me as if to hold me inside. I was panting. So was Jenny. Faster, faster. Her nails dragging down my back as her thighs tightened around my waist. I was there. Coming, coming and coming. Pumping my sperm inside her. Jenny put her tongue in my mouth and squeezed again with her thighs.

I climbed off and lay down by her side. With my head supported on one hand I looked down at her in the morning light.

Thick, shoulder length, light brown hair surrounding her head as it lay on the pillow. Her thin face. Sharp nose. She would never be called beautiful but she had this glow of life. An eagerness to live.

Her night dress and dressing gown were rucked up above her waist exposing her navel and pubic mound. I reached down and plucked a single dark hair.

"Ow." She pushed my hand away. "What do you think you're doing. That hurt."

"Sorry." I said and bent and kissed her. "Just making sure I hadn't killed it."

"You haven't come close."

She undid her dressing gown cord. The central heating had been on for a good hour by this time and the room was pleasantly warm. Warm enough for a young girl to be naked I thought.

I helped her sit up and remove her dressing gown and then her night dress. She helped me undress by unbuttoning my pyjama jacket and undoing the trousers cord at my waist. They joined her night clothes on the floor.

Jenny turned on her side to face me and, with our hands on each other's backs, we pulled each other close together. Her breasts squashed flat against my chest the hairs on her pubic mound pushing against my hardening prick.

Reaching down I held her ass cheeks with both hands. Squeezing them, pulling them apart. She closed her eyes and kissed my throat. She caught an ear lobe with her lips and sucked it into her mouth.

I managed to touch her cheek with my tongue then my lips as I pulled my ear from between her lips and kissed her full on the mouth.

She ground her pubic mound against my prick. Placing a hand behind her thigh I lifted her leg to place her knee on my hip. I slipped down the bed a little until the tip of my prick was touching the entrance to her fanny the moved up, slipping inside her as I did so. Her grip tightened around my back, pulling me even closer. I moved my hips back then pushed forwards. Again and again. Her calf muscle was against my ass cheeks, pulling her fanny with me as I moved. My hands were on her ass cheeks. Pulling them. Pushing them. Squeezing them. Feeling them. As all the time I kept moving my prick in and out, in and out of her hole. Throwing back her head she gulped in the air. My own breathing was erratic. I was there, jerking inside her. Jenny kept grinding her self against me, even as my prick shrank out of her hole. I could tell she hadn't reached her peak so I pushed her onto her back buried my head between her legs fingering and licking her until she came.

I looked up from between her open thighs. Jenny looked down, cheeks flushed, beads of perspiration on her forehead. One bead was running down towards her ear. I caught it on a fingertip as I slid up beside her. I kissed it.

"You ok?" I said.

"Hm." She smiled back. She sat up and had a drink from my glass of water.

We both heard the sound of a car pulling up outside.

"Oh no." Jenny said. "Who can this be at this time?"

"Better get dressed I suppose."

We both climbed down from the bed. Jenny putting her nightclothes back on and I slipping on a pair of trousers and a jumper and slipping into my slippers.

Strange. Millie didn't bark. I heard a key turn in the lock of the outside door.

"Paul." My father's voice called softly.

"Just coming. I'll see you in the kitchen."

"Alright." I heard him walk down the passage to the rear of the house.

"Wait until I'm in the kitchen." I said to Jenny in a low voice. "Then go upstairs and get dressed."

I kissed her lips and slipped into the hall.

I found my father in the kitchen filling a kettle. He had opened the back door and I could see Millie the other side of the bridge having a crap, Michael stood on the terrace watching.

"Oh." He said collecting the teapot from the Welsh dresser. "I found that envelope addressed to you on the door mat at home. Feels like photographs or something."

I sat down and picking up the envelope slit the flap with a finger. There looked to be five or six instamatic photos and a sheet of folded, rather grubby, white paper. The writing was in a girl's hand I thought.

'Paul.' It read. 'They want two thousand pounds or they will do this to Jenny. Please do not contact the Police or tell anybody else. They will hurt me again. Walk to the old oak. You will find a message along the way. They will be watching. They're glad they didn't get you with the car. Please help me. Linda.'