Group Project

Chapter 4. Punished

"It makes a change for you to drive me to the Friday disco," Sarah remarked to her parents, "You feeling guilty or something just because you're going to have a dirty weekend away?"

"I just didn't want you walking there alone seeing that Jim and Pete have found other partners," her father answered.

"That was all your doing, as well you know. You bloody warned them off. Never mind I'll find someone else tonight that will see me home so don't worry."

"Phone the hotel if you are desperate to contact us. I put the number into your mobile under 'Hotel'." Jack pulled into a side street and watched as she made her way through the car park in the twilight. She never made it into the disco. Two burly men stopped her. One put his arms around her body and kissed her while the other injected knock-out drops into her thigh. To any casual observer it would appear she met with two friends and went with them into a people carrier with tinted windows.

Sarah awoke an hour later to find herself naked, blindfolded, gagged and tied to a bed. She struggled but to no avail. Her bonds were too tight. She lay still, frightened and crying and wondering what was happening to her. Ten minutes later a man entered, "Ah good, you're awake now Selina. I expect you know why you're here. Your pimp has told you often enough about not working and tonight you try to go to the disco instead of working Main Street. Your punishment will come later when they've finished striping Gloria's arse. She was getting lazy too." Shaking her head in desperation, Sarah tried to say something but the gag prevented anything intelligible coming out. "You just lie there Selina and rest. You wanted some time off didn't you? Enjoy it while you can." The man squeezed her tits hard and then fingered her cunt. Again Sarah shook her head violently but the man just laughed, "They'll get plenty of attention before you go home tonight." As he opened the door to leave a piercing scream came though. Beside herself with fear, Sarah wet the bed. It puddled under her, prevented from soaking away by a rubberised sheet.

Sarah tried to reason with herself. "If that woman screamed they must take the gag out, then I can explain they have the wrong girl. They must realise I am too young to be a prostitute. They won't really be intending to cane me will they." In her heart she doubted it was true. With her eyes covered, Sarah's ears were more highly attuned. Through the closed door came feint sounds of applause and a little later the sounds of someone sobbing and crying out as she was being dragged along passed the door. "Gloria? That means it will soon be me. I don't want to be thrashed or caned or whatever they did to her." Sarah's mind was in turmoil. She could not think of any way out except to plead when they took her gag out and if they were used to dealing with prostitutes it was unlikely she would be able to use her feminine charms to persuade them.

She lay listening and waiting, hoping for something to happen and dreading the thought of what might happen when it did. Her arse was wet and smelled from her piss, she cried into her blindfold and soaked it but still no one came. Suddenly the door opened and she turned her head towards the sound. There was more than one of them this time. "Look, she's pissed the bed," one remarked. It was the same man that visited her earlier; she called him growler from the sound of his voice.

"It'll just make the strap sting more and she'll have to lie in it again when we bring her back unless any of the clients want her," the second man said. Sarah just thought of him as Two. Soon she was free of the bed but her hands were still bound. They helped her to stand and when she struggled, Growler smacked her arse hard with his bare hand. "We're going to teach you a lesson and the more you resist so the sorer you will be," he told her. They led her to another room where Sarah knew from the warmth of the radiation on her skin, there were lights on her.

"Gentlemen, please welcome Selina," the MC started and when the applause died down and Sarah had been rotated a few times, he went on, "Selina is one of Phil's girls but she's been a bit tardy in her work lately and he's given her several warnings. Tonight she decided to go to a disco instead of working at her trade. Fortunately Phil suspected this would happen and asked us to make an example of her because several others were starting to do the same. He also very generously is allowing anyone who wishes to use her afterwards, to do so for half the normal price. I think he is hoping that twice as many of you will use her so he recoups the same amount of money." There was laughter at this remark. Sarah guessed there were quite a number of people in the audience. "As you can see she is one of our younger but still very attractive girls but I'm told she can be rather spiteful and doesn't like taking orders. Phil wishes us to knock this trait out of her as painfully as we can but still have her in good enough shape to get back to work by Monday. I've consulted our whipmaster and he suggested giving her body a good going over with a three-inch strap before adding a few stripes with the cane or whip to her arse and tits and even elsewhere." Sarah fainted. A small vial of ammonia was held under her nose. The MC went on, "That was an example of what I was saying. Even here she wants to sleep on the job." More laughter. "Truss her up."

Sarah felt her wrists being untied and then fastened well apart to a bar above her head. Similarly her ankles were pulled out and fastened. One of the men fixing her ankles remarked on the smell of piss. "Did she piss the bed?" the MC asked.

"Yes sir," Growler answered, "She was lying in a big puddle of it when we went to get her. We should have put a nappy on her." More laughter.

"Over to you now Mr. Whipmaster. Phil's not given any instructions on how many so I leave it up to you to decide when she's had enough or cannot take any more." Amid applause the MC moved to one side.

"They're not going to remove my gag. I can't tell them who I am. I can't let them know they have the wrong person. I can't tell them my father is a policeman and he'll track them down. I can't… Aaaahh!!" The belt crashed across the back of her thighs. The pain seemed incredible but she couldn't scream properly. "Harder, harder!" yelled the crowd. After a few seconds waiting it landed again a little higher up. Another muffled scream. She hoped to faint again but didn't. After another six strokes her buttocks were well and truly on fire. She felt so helpless, so full of pain she just wanted to die.

There was a pause. Sarah prayed it was over but without sight she could not tell. The crowd had gone silent too then a shout went up. "Whip her tits!" "Oh God no! Don't hit me there." Sarah tried to speak but it was to no avail. Although she couldn't see him the whipmaster picked up a soft quirt and brought it down across both of her tender mammaries. Sarah cried out and then started choking. Seeing this the whipmaster put the quirt aside to the accompaniment of a few boos. He held up his hand for silence. "Gentlemen, I am going to remove her gag. I hope your ears will be able to take her screams and pleas without causing too much distress. The lovely young tits should be able to withstand a good deal more pain without damage."

"I can tell them. They'll release me!" Sarah thought as she felt the tie around her mouth being released but when she tried to speak only a few hoarse cries came out. "I'm not… Aaaaahh!!" Before she could get a whole sentence out, the quirt struck again making her scream loudly. "No! No more! I'm not… Aaaaahh" Again the quirt struck. Her tender breasts danced with each strike bring loud cheers from the men in the audience.

The pain was incredible. Sarah knew she couldn't take much more of it and so did the whipmaster. "Gentlemen, I have made her arse and tits nice and sensitive for the attention of your hands now it only remains for me to warm the place where your cocks will enter."

Sarah felt herself being swung and realised that the bars she was fastened to were part of a frame and she was now head down with her legs widely spread and her cunt well open for the punishment it was to receive. "I'm not Selina. You've got the wrong girl," she yelled at the top of her still hoarse voice. It only made everyone in the room laugh. "I'm not Selina!" From the silence Sarah guessed the man was ready to hit her again. "You've got the wrong girl. My dad's a policeman. He'll…" Yet again the pain cut off her words as the quirt splayed itself across her cuntal lips. Three more followed in rapid succession before she passed out.

When the ammonia fumes brought her round, Sarah found herself lying on a softer surface and hands were refastening ropes to her wrists. The MC spoke. "Gentlemen, as I said earlier, Phil has agreed a half price deal for this beauty. Only £25 a time. Any hole. Unfortunately she pissed the bed in the private room but I'm sure most of you will not mind performing in public and vying with each other to see who can come the fastest. Do make sure you wear a condom, we don't know if the slut has been moonlighting elsewhere and has picked up anything." While he was speaking Sarah's legs were drawn back to her head and tied next to her wrists. Her whole body seemed one huge pain bag and she could do nothing to relieve it. She was utterly helpless and now they were going to rape her. Several more times she tried to tell them she was Sarah Beckinsall but no one took any notice. "Whose going to be first to put their hands in the wallets and come up with the money?" the MC went on. Sarah heard a flurry of activity.

"I'll pay the full price for first go," a voice shouted.

"Very kind of you sir," the MC acknowledged, "Please step forward and go for it but remember there is a queue of people waiting so no lingering." Sarah cried out as the first man entered without any warning and proceeded to fuck her hard and fast. Every time his loins hit her mound, a fresh jolt of pain went through her body but after a while her mind shut down and she lay almost still. Almost as if from outside, she heard the crowd encouraging the man inside her to do it faster or harder or differently. She lost count of how many had her until she felt a cock at her arsehole. "No!" she yelled, "Not there!" but the man just laughed and forced his painful way in. Two others did the same later.

Finally it was over. Vaguely she heard the MC saying thank you to the men for coming and he hoped they'd had an enjoyable evening a looked forward to seeing them at a future date. Sobbing wretchedly, Sarah wondered what they were going to do with her now. Would she be taken to Phil, whoever he was? Would she be dumped somewhere? Would they kill her? There now seemed only a few people left in the room. A voice she recognised as Growler's spoke. "Selina, I am going to put your blouse on now so I will have to release you wrists for a short while. If you grab the blindfold and get a look at me, I will have to kill you. If you behave, then I will dress you and take you home. Understand?"

Sarah hesitated and then stuttered, "Yes," realising that this was really her only option even if they couldn't possibly know where her home was.

"Don't even think of going to the police. You were photographed during your time here and these photos will go on the web for all to see and you will certainly end up here again for a more prolonged treatment that could leave permanent scars." During this Growler pulled on her blouse and then tied her wrists again and replaced her gag. Next she felt her tight jeans being pulled on and would have screamed if she'd not be gagged. Things seemed to blur again as she was made to walk supported by two men and sat in a vehicle. It seemed like the one she came in but she couldn't remember much about that. Sitting on the seat hurt terribly then the belt as it was stretched over her breasts caused even more pain. The vehicle moved off. Sarah knew she ought to try and listen for outside sounds but the pain was far too great to worry about such things. "Where are they taking me?" Sarah wondered. "I don't think I had anything on me with my address on it. Perhaps I'll be dumped near the disco and left to find my own way home."

"You sure this is the place?" Growler spoke for the first time since the car started.

"Deliver to 49 Rosehill Road, is what it says on this paper. Leave on doorstep and ring bell until a light appears. Signed Phil," his companion read.

"Probably Selina's home," thought Sarah. She felt herself being unbuckled and taken down a path, then the distinctive 'Ding-dong, ding-dong of Freidland chimes.

"Upstairs light on. Let's scarper," Growler murmured.

Sarah heard the vehicle move off. Scared but hopeful she would be all right, she listened intently to the footsteps approaching the door. The chain slid in place; a key turned and the door opened a few inches. "My God, it's a young girl," a man's voice shouted. A woman's voice answered and then another but Sarah could not make out what was actually being said but she hoped they were friendly. The chain slid back; the door opened, "Oh my God, what's happened to you dear?" he asked as he helped her inside.