The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 07

The old man stepped inside the house and we followed. The son stayed in the doorway forcing me to turn sideways to pass. He stretched out an arm on either side of me trapping me in front of him. He was taller than me. His breath smelt of stale beer and his clothes of shit.

"And what's your name." He leered down at me. I could feel his eyes undressing me. "Mine's Wilf."

"Louise." I said ducking under his arm.

He caught me around the waist with one arm and my breasts with his other and pulled my bottom back into his crutch. I could feel his prick pressing against the crack between my cheeks. He rubbed it from side to side then let me go.

"I hope we'll soon get to know each other better." He said, standing aside to let Jim pass.

The room stank of stale bodies, tobacco and beer.

Old man Rogers pointed to two chairs.

"Sit down." He picked up a pipe and lit it.

"We have spoken to the girl again in detail." Jim said, taking his battered notebook from the inside of his jacket pocket and licking the end of his pencil.

"There are a few differences in your stories that I'd like Miss Wolfenstein to go over with you. After all, it is her story."

He looked at Wilf.

"Perhaps you could show me around the farm. Just for background colour."

"Do that." His father nodded.

Jim stood up and followed Wilf outside and I went through the events of the evening as Jenny had told me. I told him that Jenny had agreed to have sex with them as the price for using the telephone. He denied that saying she had used the phone then wanted sex. I told him that Jenny said that she had given them all oral sex. I don't think he understood what I meant so I changed it to sucking them off. He agreed she did that but had then gone on to take them all up her cunt and ass. I pointed out that it had only been sixteen minutes from the police receiving her phone call to the police patrol vehicle reporting they had picked her up. If she had been waiting at the side of the road for two or three minutes as she had said, then with the walk down the lane she would have been in the house for only seven or eight minutes after phoning the police. Not much time for an orgy as he described.

He scratched his chin.

"Never mind." I stood up. "We will just publish both sides and let the public decide. The papers who have already paid for your story may wish to discuss it with you again of course."

Just then Wilf opened the door.

"Dad." He looked me up and down. "Harry wants you in the barn."

"I'm still talking to this young lady."

"It's urgent. I'll stay with her."

Rogers rose slowly to his feet and walked to the door.

"I'll come with you." I said.

"Best if you stay here." Wilf said, barring my way.

"I don't want to stay here."

I tried to dodge around him but he caught me around the waist and threw me face down on the table. He bent over me, holding me in place with his weight. I struggled for breath. I could feel the hardness of his prick pressing against me. I could feel him pulling up my dress, searching for my panties. He found the narrow strip that lay between my ass cheeks, he pulled in out from between them and pushed his finger against my anus.

I finally had enough air in my lungs to scream. And I did.

He shifted his weight away from me, keeping me in position with a hand between my shoulder blades.

I heard him unzip himself.

"No, no, no." I cried. "Please don't. Don't"

I tried kicking back at him and received his knee between my legs for my trouble.

I cried out in pain.

I felt the elastic of my high sided panties stretching, then tearing, as he tore them from me. He stopped for a second. I imagined him standing there, looking down at my holes. I felt his prick against my opening.

"No. Please don't." I was pleading, he didn't say a word. "I won't tell anybody if you stop now."

I tried to move along the table to get away from him but he thumped me between my shoulder blades driving the breath from my body and squashing my breasts against the table top.

"I have money. You can have it. Just don't do this." I gasped.

I heard the door open. More than one person entered.

"What the fuck?" I heard a younger voice, it must be his brother Harold.

"Get out of her." I heard Jim. Wilf stopped moving in and out. I could feel they were struggling behind me. There was a loud slap. Wilf pulled from me and I moved quickly along the table and turned to face them.

"Tie him up." Wilf said.

I looked down to where Jim lay on the floor his head on the iron fireplace surround. Blood was seeping from his scalp.

"I don't think we will need to." Harry bent down. "I don't think he's breathing."

I ran from the room into a short corridor that would have led to the front door had it not been full of an old pram, some parts of bicycles and piles of newspapers and boxes.

"Get her."

I heard old man Rogers shout.

The stairs led up. I took them.

I could hear them breathing behind me. Felt a hand at my cardigan pulling me back. I kicked out and ran into a bedroom. It stank of piss. There was mildew on the walls. I closed the door and threw my back against it. They pushed it open as if I were a child.

I backed against the metal frame of the bed. Wilf and Harry came towards me.

* * Part 9: High Adventure * *

Chapter 1

I opened my eyes. I was hungry.

I lay fully clothed on the bed with Jenny's head resting on my arm. Could I move without disturbing her? I tried. I failed.

Jenny opened her eyes. They were still red and puffy.

"Hallo." I said.

"Hallo." She smiled weakly.

I kissed her on the lips.

"Well?" She asked.

"Well what?" I replied.

"What do we do?"

"Wait for Louise and Jim to get back. Perhaps they can get them to retract what they've said."

"Not likely is it?" She suddenly gave a grunt and sat up holding her stomach.

"Ow. That hurt." She said clutching at the area around her navel. "I must go to the toilet."

She climbed from the bed and hobbled out to the toilet. A few minutes passed and I heard the toilet flush.

Jenny came back into the room carrying her jeans and knickers.

"Got my days wrong." She said hunting in our suitcase and taking out a clean pair of knickers and a sanitary towel. "Started."

She pulled on her knickers and slipped the pad inside them, between her legs. She picked up her jeans and examined the crutch area.

"They'll do." She said putting them back on. "Let's go downstairs, I'm hungry."

I lay still.

"Come on." She said, standing over me.

Her dimples showed in her cheeks.

"I thought we agreed Mr Willie needed a rest."

"He feels fine now." I said and scratched myself.

She sat on the bed by my side.

"You are sure?" She asked as she undid my jeans.

"Hmm."

She pulled my jeans and underpants half way down my thighs and picked up my growing prick. She stroked it up and down a couple of times. It was still a little sore.

"You alright?" She asked as it continued to grow.

"It's just a little dry."

"Oh. I think I can do something about that." She said and lowered her mouth to it.

First she worked some saliva onto the end of her tongue and licked the tip of my prick. She repeated the process. When she was satisfied I was wet enough she lowered her head to take me inside of her mouth. Slowly and smoothly I slid in and out. She removed her mouth and climbed onto the bed, kneeling between my legs. She took me in her mouth again, pressing her tongue along the underside of my prick as she worked my foreskin back and forth in time with the movements of her head.

I sighed, long and hard. I ran my hand through her hair, down her cheek and onto a breast. I felt it. Firm and warm.

Jenny quickened her strokes taking my breath away. My hips started to buck in time. I could feel the swelling in my prick and the tightening of my balls. I was there. Shooting four or five times into her mouth. I could feel her swallowing, hear her spluttering slightly.

She kept her lips around my prick until I'd finished coming. Working my foreskin back and forth a few extra times to ensure I hadn't any come left then sat up and looked at me.

"Come on." She stood up. "I'm hungry."

I stood up, put my prick away and fastened my trousers before following her downstairs.

Dorothy was just replacing the telephone receiver.

"I've just rang the Rogers'." She said. "The father says that Jim and Louise left half an hour ago."

"I thought they were coming back here?" I said, looking at the cold meats on the buffet, untouched from lunch.

"They were supposed to be." Dorothy looked concerned. "They could have walked back long ago if they had broken down."

"Do you want me to walk down the lane and see if I can see them?" I was hungry.

"Would you mind?" Dorothy covered the plates of meat with two tea towels. "We'll get something sorted for tea for when you get back."

"I'll just get my jumper." I said, turning for the stairs.

"Bring my cardigan down, please." Jenny called after me.

I put on my thin jumper and took Jenny's cardigan from the end of the bed. She had her out door shoes on when I returned.

"Come on." She said, putting on her cardigan as she headed for the door. "A brisk stroll will build your appetite."

"I'll come, if you don't mind." Shirley said, slipping on her shoes.

"I'll stay here." Dorothy said.

We stepped out into the farmyard. I thought I caught something moving in the barn doorway from the corner of my eye. I looked again. Nothing there.

We walked along the track to the main road. I could see no sign of Jim's car. At the stone pillars that marked the beginning of Dorothy's property we stopped.

"Well?" I asked.

"We had better walk along to the entrance to the Rogers farm." Jenny said, taking hold of my hand. Shirley linked her arm through mine on the other side and we walked on.

Chapter 2 (Louise)

Wilf was the first to lunge at me. I kicked out at him, the point of my shoe catching his shin. He swore and hopped on one foot. Harry was upon me before I could turn to face him.

I screamed.

He caught me around the waist and we fell onto the bed. I dragged my nails down the side of his face, drawing blood. I kicked out but somebody caught first one ankle then the other. I could feel something being tied around them. Harry lay across my chest, pinning me to the bed with his weight and holding onto my wrists. I tried to close my legs but they were forced apart and tied to the bedstead.

Old man Rogers and Wilf took a wrist each and tied them to the headboard with short pieces of rope.

Harry sat up and ripped open the front of my dress and tore away the cups of my bra.

"You want to know what happened to Sarah?" Old man Rogers leered down at me. "We haven't used these ropes since she was here and later tonight you'll be joining her."

"What do you mean?"

I cried with pain as Harry bit into one of my breasts. It throbbed. He looked down on me. There was blood on his teeth.

"That reporter downstairs knew to much about Sarah, asked to many awkward questions." Old man Rogers sat on the bed and ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. "We didn't mean to kill him though. That was an accident. We cannot afford to have the police here asking the same questions so there is no way you can be allowed to go."

"Dorothy and the others know I'm here and they know about Sarah as well." He pushed a finger against my hole. My lips opened and it entered me. He worked it in and out.

"Get up Harry." He punched him in the back with his other hand. "We gotta think."

Harry and Wilf stood looking down at me as their father continued to move his finger in and out of my hole.

"Get to their farm." He said after a minutes thought. "I need to know what's going on. First put the reporter down the cellar and his car in the barn out of sight. Best put their phone out of action. Take a shotgun and shot at some birds."

"I want to fuck her." Harry said, reaching down and feeling the breast he hadn't bitten.

"You can have her when I say so." Old man Rogers removed his finger and put it in his mouth, sucking on it.

"You'll enjoy her, she tastes good." He sniffed at his finger.

"No." I screamed.

"Pass me that towel."

Wilf passed him a grubby looking piece of material that he proceeded to tear into strips. He screwed one into a ball, which he forced between my lips and secured in place with a second strip. It tasted of don't know what. A third strip he started tying around my head as a blind fold.

With a final look down between my wide open legs Wilf and Harry left the room. I could hear the mumble of their voices as they walked downstairs.

Rogers finished tying the blindfold and reached out with both hands to feel my breasts.

I could hear doors opening and closing and the engine of the car starting up briefly. Then there was silence. All the while he ran his hands over my body. My nipples, my ribs, my stomach and finally stopping at my pubic mound. He plucked a single hair. My body jumped at the suddenness and the sharpness of the pain. His hands were on the material of my dress completing what Harry had started. Something cold and metallic slipped under the straps of my bra, cutting them. The front of my body was completely exposed.

He felt my breasts again. I flinched when he touched where Harry had bitten.

I could hear a telephone ringing downstairs.

I heard him swear again and leave the room.

I heard his voice downstairs.

His footsteps on the stairs.

Chapter 3 (Jim)

I was in a long dark tunnel with a small pinprick of light at the far end. I started towards it. It grew brighter.

No. I had to stop, go back, I hadn't finished.

I felt as if I was carrying an immense weight. I wanted to put it down and go on to the light.

I opened my eyes and looked around.

I was lying at the foot of a flight of stone stairs. It was cold and damp. A smell in the air which I recognised from years before as a war correspondent. The sweet smell of putrefied flesh.

The door at the top of the stairs was open slightly allowing light in.

I stood up. My head hurt. I lifted my hand to it, it came away covered with blood.

The smell was coming from a partly lifted flagstone in a corner. A crowbar lay against the wall next to it. I stumbled towards it. The smell increased. I managed to insert the crowbar under the flagstone and lent down upon it.

The pain in my head increased almost blacking me out. With a screech the flag moved. And again. I sat down by the opening and waited for the room to stop spinning. I could feel fresh blood running down my neck.

I looked down. I could make out at least two bodies. Somebody had scrapped out a hole about four by four by four feet long. The top body had her legs brought up to her chest; her hands were tied behind her back. She was naked. She had been dead a matter of days.

I could see the back of the head of a second body below her. I looked at the few remaining strands of hair. Corn coloured like her mothers.

Water seeping into the hole from the surrounding earth mixed with the decomposing fleshy remains to produce the foul smelling sludge at the bottom of the hole.

I pulled myself away and crawled up the steps into the kitchen above, the crowbar still in my hand.

I stood up, using the table for support.

I could hear the sound of bedsprings creaking as if somebody was making love from the floor above. Then swearing and the sound of slapping.

A final, furious creaking and then silence for a moment.

I went to the stairs and began to slowly climb them, my head pounding, my body telling me to sleep. I could hear the sounds of movement from a bedroom. I looked inside.

Rogers sat on the side of the bed two candles had been inserted into her anus and vagina.

He had traced lines across her abdomen with the blade of his knife, just breaking her skin in places, leaving bright red marks in others. Little drops of blood ran down her sides.

I entered the room. Rogers turned to face me. I struck at him with the crowbar. He leapt at me. I hit him again and again. He collapsed to the ground in front of me. The room started swaying. I caught the edge of the bed and slid slowly to the floor. I could smell something burning as the dark tunnel with its welcoming pinprick of light opened in front of me.

Chapter 4 (Paul)

We reached the drive leading to the Rogers farm. There had been no sign of Jim or Louise.

"Shall we go back?" I asked.

"No." Jenny said. "We have to check."

I led the way up the two hundreds of track to the small cluster of buildings, the girls dropping further and further behind me. I heard the sound of a shotgun being fired in the distance.

I reached the corner of the barn and looked at the front of the house. I could see some sort of light flickering in an upstairs room. I looked behind me. The girls had stopped about fifty yards away. They had their arms around each other. I crept along the front of the barn and looked through a crack in the door. Inches in front of me was the back of Jim's car.

I turned towards the house. The light in the upstairs room was brighter. I walked to the kitchen window and looked inside. Nobody inside. I tried the door. It opened. I entered.

There was a smell of rotting flesh. It came from the open cellar door. I was about to go down when I heard the sound of bedsprings creaking upstairs. I went into the hall, somebody was cooking. I could see wisps of smoke running across the ceiling. I crept up the stairs.

Jim and Rogers lay together in the doorway to a bedroom. Rogers breathing was heavy with snorting. The movements on the bed were becoming more frantic. I looked inside the room.

Louise lay on the bed; hands and feet tied to each corner, candles in her fanny and ass hole, streaks of blood on her body. The bedding at one side of her was smoking; piles of rubbish were alight on the floor, the flames dancing in the mirror on the front of the wardrobe against the wall. As I reached her flames burst into life on the bedding catching her hair as it flowed over the pillow behind her head.

There was a knife lying on her pubic mound. I used it to cut her bonds then pulled her to me, beating at her hair with my hands. I pulled off her gag and blindfold to be greeted with a scream of pin and terror. She looked at my face but I do not think she recognised me. She tried to hit me; I took one blow on my right eye before catching her wrists. I slapped her. She seemed to collapse. I caught her under the armpits, hands on her breasts and dragged her to the doorway coughing and spluttering as the fire began to really take hold and the room fill with smoke.

I dragged her over the prostrate bodies of Jim and Rogers to the top of the stairs. I managed to prop her up against the wall and bending my knees, caught a wrist in one hand, put my other between her legs and hoisted her onto my back in a fireman's lift as I had been instructed in the Scouts.

I made my way slowly down the stairs conscious of the increase in temperature behind me. I reached the bottom of the stairs and entered the kitchen. I stopped, sucking in lungs full of relatively fresh air and stumbled to the door. I could feel Louise shudder as we stepped outside into the cool April air. I didn't stop but made my way to the corner of the barn.

Jenny and Shirley stood about fifteen yards from me.

"Help me." I shouted.

They both ran to me and helped me lower Louise to the floor.

"I must go back." I wheezed.

Jenny looked over my shoulder to where smoke was seeping through the tiles of the roof.

She was about to say something, changed her mind and kissed me on the cheek instead. I heard the sound of two shotgun blasts in quick succession.

I made my way back to the house. I crossed to the hall and crawled up the stairs. At the top the smoke was densest. I felt in front of me and touched piece of clothing. I caught hold and pulled. Jim's body came towards me. I could hear Rogers coughing. I pulled again and managed to drag Jim to the top of the stairs. I started crawling down the stairs dragging him with me. He was a weight. At last I got him over the edge of the top step. He slid down the steps with me.