Chapter 7. Abducted
Temptation came only a fortnight later. One evening a party of John's army
friends and their wives came round for drinks and nibbles. Although she helped
serve the alcohol under John's watchful eye, she only partook of soft drinks. It
was as though she was being tested and was coming out on top. By 11.30 all the
guests had left and John went round clearing away all the half empty bottles and
locking up any that were worth keeping away. All the dregs were poured down the
sink. Paula washed up the glasses. They both knew this was to reduce the chances
of Paula remitting whilst John was away in London the following day.
Alone in the house, Paula started vacuuming and tidying the room after the
previous evening's party. The smell of alcohol was still in the air but it was
too cold to open the windows. Moving a chair she found a half-full bottle of
wine tucked between the chair and the wall. They had missed that last night.
Almost without thinking she picked up the open bottle and took a swig. Instantly
she realised what she had done. She remembered the story where the girl had only
smelled the fumes and had suffered horrendous punishment. John wouldn't be back
for a while, he would never know. The fumes, the taste in her mouth all tempted
her. Another swig, then another. Suddenly realising what she had done, she
screamed, "NO!" Immediately she took the bottle and emptied it down the sink.
Too late. She knew she couldn't hide the fact from John, she knew what his
reaction would be. No, she couldn't take another thrashing. She had to leave.
Crying she gathered a few clothes and what little money she could find. A few
pence over £150. That would not last long but at least now she looked
respectable and might be able to get a job.
It was a tremendous wrench. One part of Paula's mind said, "Stay, you have a
home, you have someone you love and who cares for you. Don't give it all up for
a few mouthfuls of wine and a few strokes of the belt. Or maybe the cane." But
the thought of the pain from either came to her more strongly. It was one thing
to have the force of John's dogmatic personality making one do it, quite another
to willingly wait for his return to punish her. The Indian girl didn't have the
choice. She did. John wouldn't be back until teatime at the earliest. Maybe it
would be late evening before he wormed the truth from her but she knew he
certainly would suspect something was up. Paula knew she could hide her feelings
from him and eventually would confess. And she knew what would follow.
Although she didn't feel like eating, she made some sandwiches knowing it would
be a long while before she might eat again, certainly it wouldn't be fresh,
homemade bread. Over lunch she wavered to and fro and whether to stay or go. In
the end the thought of pain of punishment won. Leaving a short note, she left
the house.
Walking as far as the slip road to the A41 she quickly hitched a lift in a
delivery van to Ternbury 25 miles away. Hitch-hiking was a risk for a woman on
her own but the young van driver did nothing other than chat. He dropped her at
a firm in the town centre and carried on with his deliveries. There are other
good men in the world, Paula thought. They are not all like Sam Briggs. Maybe
it's a good sign for a new start she said to herself.
Making her way to the YWCA she was able to get a room and spent the evening
alone pondering on her decision to leave John and what he would do when he found
the note.
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Arriving home around 6 p.m., John called out, "Hi Paula, I'm back." Silence. The
house seemed deathly quiet. He sensed something was wrong and his suspicions
were confirmed when he saw the note leaning against a wine bottle in the
kitchen.
Dearest John,
I shall be gone when you read this. I found an opened bottle of wine in the
lounge stuck between the chair and the wall and took a drink of it and then
another before I really realised what I was doing. Although I immediately poured
the rest down the sink, I felt so guilty I would have had to have confess it to
you. But I could not face another thrashing with the belt or even worse to
receive the cane. It all seems so unfair. You and your friends were drinking
last night, some of them had more than they should have but I wasn't allowed a
sip. Yet when you know of my having even a small quantity, it would mean a spell
over the barrel. Much as I love you, I cannot subject myself to such pain again
even if you are morally right. I must therefore leave you and your house.
I have taken £150 from the tins in the kitchen and bedroom. If and when I get a
job I will repay the money. Please treat it as a loan. I wouldn't steal from
you. Please forgive me and try to forget what I have done. I know I have
disappointed you and have let you down.
I love you still, Paula. XXXXXX
John read the note with disbelief. Had he been such a tyrant? He thought he was
doing the best for her and thought she approved if reluctantly. Now she was
gone. Where? He phoned Miriam to see if she knew anything. Nothing. In the dark
he walked to the tunnel. Nothing. On to the park. Nothing. Returning home
despondent he phoned Peter Chapman to ask if his people could keep a look out
for her. Getting out the car he drove into Fordwich and looked for her there.
Nothing. There seemed nothing more he could do that day. On the following days
he spent time walking around the town and asking the homeless men sitting on the
public benches but none had seen her. She must have moved out of the area. He
went to Ternbury a few times but their paths didn't cross. All he could hope for
now was that she found job and would contact him to repay the money. He didn't
want it off course, he only wanted her. Wanted her so badly and now he had lost
her, was willing to overlook her lapse. Perhaps he was being unfair.
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Paula was running out of money. She spent a good deal of time in the job centre
filling out application forms even for quite menial jobs but with not having
worked for some time and have no permanent address she never even got one
interview. Quite by accident she managed to obtain a few temporary jobs working
as a waitress in the evening. They were poorly paid but it did go towards paying
for the room and she got a meal as one of the perks of the jobs.
After three weeks the money ran out and she found herself on the streets. By now
it was almost Christmas. Party season when everyone else seemed to be enjoying
themselves and here she was, alone, depressed and penniless. On a Friday evening
a few days before Christmas day, she was walking the streets late at night. All
around were parties of laughing revelers. An ambulance came by, blue lights
flashing, sirens blaring. Paula was shivering cold and very hungry. Following
the ambulance towards the hospital, she thought at least it would be warm
inside.
Two more ambulances arrived at the hospital just as she did and in the confusion
she mixed with the milling crowds, and passed by the watchful receptionist.
Taking a seat with the patients and their friends she tried to make herself as
inconspicuous as possible. It was warm. She dozed. A nurse asked if she was
okay. Paula said she was waiting for a friend to be seen to. A lad in his
twenties went to the sandwich machine and then sat next to her. The sight of the
food reminded her she had not eaten since the previous day. Plucking up her
courage she asked the lad if he would let her have one of the sandwiches as she
hadn't eaten that day. Unfortunately the boy's action was not what she expected.
He sniffed and looked down at her then got up and walked to the receptionist.
Moments later a security guard appeared and lead her away.
Explaining she only wanted somewhere warm to stay and had only asked for a piece
of bread because she was so hungry, the security guard took pity on her. "Look,"
he said, "It's more than my job's worth to allow you to stay here, but I can
take you to my office for questioning. Come with me."
The office was small, and equipped with numerous monitors. "Sit there." Opening
his lunch box he took out a pork pie, a chocolate bar and an apple. "Eat these.
If anyone comes in, I pretend to interrogate you, otherwise you can enjoy your
meal in peace. I know what it is like to be out of work for a long time," the
kindly fellow added. Taking her name and a few details he let her eat. "Sorry,
that's all I brought. I'll have a breakfast when I get home." Paula thanked him
profusely and when she had finished, the guard apologised again but said he
would have to see her out of the building. "Regulations," he muttered.
Paula wandered aimlessly along not knowing where she went. Not caring either.
Anywhere or nowhere it didn't matter. A car hooted as it passed, stopped and
reversed back to her. A lad got out. "Get in," he ordered.
"No, I don't need a lift," Paula answered.
"I waa ssn't off ffer rring you one, I told you to get in." The lad's slurred
speech indicated he had been drinking.
"No," Paula screamed. A punch hit her stomach. The rear door of the car opened
and she was pushed inside. Immediately the driver revved the engine and the car
raced off. By the smell, all three occupants had been drinking. The boy
alongside her pulled her close, "We were looking for a chick to fuck but it
looks as if we've got and old hen instead. Still she'll have holes in the right
places." Paula pulled away when he tried to kiss her and was rewarded with a
hard slap across her cheeks. She didn't pull away the second time and could
taste the beer on his lips. It disgusted her but she remained quiet. "Where'll
we take her boys?" the driver asked. He too was obviously drunk as the car was
veering from one side of the road to the other. "What about the old house on the
new estate Beatie's are putting up?" his front seat passenger asked. "Yeah, Rod,
you work over there, how about it?"
Paula realised Rod was her backseat companion. "Yeah, should be okay unless one
of the other lads has taken a girl there. It'll be locked because they have a
site office downstairs but the upstairs window catch is bust and it's easy
enough to get in."
"I must keep a note of what they are saying and be able to describe them later,"
Paula thought to herself and remembering the Sam Briggs affair.
It wasn't long before they turned off on to an unmade road and then stopped in
front of an isolated house. To her right was a floodlit compound with various
bits of earth moving equipment. Some of the light reflected to the building but
otherwise it was in darkness. Rod got out and shimmied up a down pipe to the
window, prised it up and entered. Moments later the front door opened and the
other two boys dragged Paula inside.
"Please don't do this," she pleaded but again it was answered with a blow across
the face.
"Yer can do this the hard way or yer can do it the easy way. I don't give a
shit. We are all goin' to fuck yer in any way we want and if you don't like it
then you'll just get hurt until yer get it anyway. We wanted a young chick so
were having to make do with an old bag. We're not pleased with that so don't
think we'll worry overmuch if yer don't look so nice in the morning." The driver
turned to the passenger, "Bring the beer with yer, this may be thirsty work." In
the weak floodlights Paula saw him heft a dozen cans in his arms.
Driver flipped on his lighter which showed them the direction for the stairs
that lead to a bedroom. Only a dirty mattress and a pile of blankets remained.
"Help me cover the window with a blanket, Rod said to the driver, "Then we can
put the light on." If anything Rod seemed the least inebriated and did most of
the work in hooking the blanket of what remained of the curtain rail. It more or
less covered the window area so they turned the light on.
For the first time Paula could see her captors clearly. All were around 20 years
old with very short hair, Rod's head was shaved. All wore jeans and open necked
shirts and leather jackets. "Undress," the driver ordered and when Paula
hesitated and pleaded the passenger produced a flick knife. "Undress or we'll
cut 'em off and probably you as well."
Paula shivered in the cold which also made her nipples stiff much to the delight
of the boys who assumed she was getting hot for them. Rod squeezed her breasts
and pulled her nipples while the driver felt her arse and up between her legs.
"Better get yourself ready cunt, we're all going to have you probably twice or
more."
"Kneel," Rod ordered at the same time undoing his flies and producing an erect
cock. Paula's face was now level with his manhood and she sensed the next order
before it came. "Suck me off." She knew better than to refuse. At least these
boys are reasonably clean, she thought, unlike Sam who really was a dirty old
man. Opening her mouth she took the proffered cock and began to gently suck
without putting it too far inside. This wasn't good enough for Rod. Grabbing her
hair he pulled her forward until his cock head reached the back of her throat.
Then, grabbing both ears he pulled Paula back and forth on his weapon. The other
two opened cans of beer and waited for Rod to finish. He was not long in coming.
Obviously the feels he copped during the ride to the house had stimulated him
already. Paula retched. Seeing an unopened paint tin nearby she spat the goo
into it. If I survive this, maybe they can DNA test it. It was again one of the
things she learned of during the Sam Briggs affair.
"My turn," the driver laughed, "Git down on the mattress," but before Paula
could comply, a kick under her breasts sent her sprawling. In a flash the driver
was on top of her forcing her legs apart. There were no preliminaries. His cock
went in and he pushed to the hilt. Slam, bang, slam, bang. Deep hard thrusts
with no thought for the victim. The driver liked his pleasures hard, if he hurt
the girl, so what? Paula had begun writhing in agony and started screaming. A
kick to the face from the passenger nearly caused her to pass out but it
silenced her. Rod bent down and grabbed both her tits and held her tight to keep
her reasonably still while the driver carried on with his relentless pounding.
Again the fucking was short lived and he spewed his seed right into her.
"Now me," passenger said, "I'm going to have you like a dog, "Turn over and on
all fours." Assisted by various kicks and punches, Paula was made to assume the
dog position. Passenger entered easily from the lubrication of driver's sperm
and her own fluids that were now just beginning to flow although the pain for
the blows to her body made it anything but enjoyable. Soon her vagina was again
flooded with spunk. Passenger pulled out and Paula collapsed to the mattress.
"It's no good you thinking you are just going to lie there," Rod grinned, He
threw his now empty beer can into the corner. "On your back slut." Once in
position he had the other two pull her legs back so they were alongside her ears
but wide apart. Her vagina was again wide open. His cock had once again reached
full erection and her was ready to give her cunt another pounding. He did this
for a while and then instructed his mates to hold her very tight, he was going
to give her arsehole a good reaming. "Her cunt is too sloppy now," he commented.
A scream came from Paula lips as the virgin hole was violated and just as
quickly silenced by driver's knee being jammed into her mouth. The only
lubrication was from the sperm remaining on his cock when it was taken from her
vagina so entering her was not only painful it was difficult. Nevertheless Rod
forced his way in and began humping without mercy. All Paula could do was lie
there and take it. The two boys held her tight while the third screwed her. The
pain was incredible and several times she felt close to passing out but always
consciousness returned before she finally succumbed. Rod eventually deposited
his load in her bowels and withdrew. All the boys drank another beer. Paula lay
on the mattress sobbing. "We haven't finished with yer yet slut. Just got a bit
thirsty. That's all."
Passenger cackled, "I'm getting hard enough for another go. Think I'll do her
arse as well but doggie style like last time. Paula was in so much pain that she
couldn't hold the position. She doubled up after another kick to the ribs.
Unfortunately Rod had her arm bent behind her back at the time and there was an
audible crack as the blow caused her to swing sideways. Her arm was broken.
Suddenly the quiet of the outside was shattered by the wail of sirens. Even in
their now very drunken state the boys recognised the police were arriving.
Pulling up their jeans they dashed for the door and into the car. The chase was
short. Driver was in no fit state to drive at all let alone control the car at
high speeds. They didn't make the first corner before hitting a brick wall and
turning the car over.
The police found Paula and called an ambulance. She looked a very sorry sight.
Her face was distorted and swollen from the beatings. She had multiple bruising
to the body, three broken ribs and a broken arm. She passed out in the ambulance
and returned to consciousness at intervals while the doctor's at the hospital
where she had so recently been sent away, worked to repair some of the damage
and ease the pain.
Driver was killed. The other two suffered major injuries and were being treated
in the same hospital but under police guard.
Sometime on the Saturday morning Paula fully wakened for the first time. A nurse
and policewoman were at her bedside. She tried to talk but words came painfully.
Nurse assured her she was going to be alright and to lie still and rest. Paula
felt very tired, very sore and very weak.
