Large and Small Synopsis A wrestler comes to the aid of a tiny woman bullied by a group of teenagers. They get their revenge by beating up the woman and trashing her home but find the payback the wrestler elicits, rather more than they anticipated. Please take note! The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only. MF NC Rom If you are an underage minor or offended by such material -or- if viewing this file is illegal in your locality, then leave, close or delete this file-story now. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc. Copyright 2003
Large and Small by obohobo Chapter 1. Tripped McDonalds was crowded. Even so, Larry had a corner seat table to himself. His large frame and pugilistic features discouraged others from sitting next to him or even enquiring if a seat was free. Quietly he sat eating the first of his three burgers and watched disinterestedly as the couple at the table in front of him stood, picked up their tray and left. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a tiny woman seeing the seats become free, thread her way between occupied chairs to the table. A first he thought it was a child but focusing more intently he noticed her unusually short legs, her normal although small size body and slightly large head. Larry guessed she was probably less than four feet tall. A midget. And a relatively young one at that. Involuntarily he blatantly stared at the woman's unusual form. Three teenaged girls and two boys sat and talked loudly at a nearby table. The tiny woman negotiated her way round them. Suddenly one of the girls put her foot out tripping the woman and then, speeding her to the floor with a push, spat, "Piss off Dwarfie, or do you normally eat off the floor?" The others on her table laughed and added their jibes as the woman tried to pick herself up and collect the remnants of her McFlurry ice-cream spilt on the floor. Angry but with controlled anger, Larry stood. Towering above the teenagers he glowered at them. They went silent, half expecting him to lash out but then the girl who had caused the trip half smiled. A smirking smile that said, "You daren't touch me!" However, in the back of her mind she wasn't too sure he wouldn't. A least, she told herself, there would be witnesses. Most of the patrons were looking their way. Effortlessly, Larry picked up the small woman and signalled to a girl table cleaner to come and clear up the mess. "Bring her another," Larry ordered and gave the girl a pound coin. Shaken, the woman allowed him to lead her to his table. She thanked him, said her name was Harriet but everyone called her Harry and offered him the money for the McFlurry. Larry refused. "It's my pleasure to have your company," he smiled. Across the aisle, the teenagers sniggered and made comments but kept their voices low. They were somewhat awed by Larry's physique. Harry finished her ice-cream, and left. Almost immediately the teenagers left as well, leaving their empty packages on the table. Larry finished the last of his fries, cleared his space and made his way out too. A noisy disturbance a hundred yards along the pedestrianised road, caught his attention immediately. The teenagers had surrounded someone. Rightly he guessed it was Harriet. Onlookers stood amazed at the speed with which this towering hulk of a man could run and cover the distance to the group. "That's it Bren, give her a kicking." The speaker was the girl with vivid red, spiky hair from the group. A boy saw Larry arrive and shouted a warning but it was too late. Effortlessly he picked Bren up, tossed her in the air and caught her again. With his strength she might just as easily been a baby, Twice more Bren found herself heading skywards and then falling back into Larry's arms. Her short skirt flew up revealing her red knickers. "Put her down mister!" One of the boys held a knife but even so his voice was a little shaky. "Laddie, put the toy away and be ready to catch this one in case I toss her to you." Larry made as if he was going to throw Bren at him but only tossed her skywards once more. Knowing he had an illegal weapon and he might really have to catch Bren, the boy put it away. Larry walked a few paces tossing the girl whenever she struggled to free herself and her verbal abuse got too bad. Finally he threw her quite gently up and on to the roof of a kiosk. She swore but Larry only laughed and suggested her friends might want to leave her there. He turned only to face the boy. The knife was held threateningly in his hand again. However, the boy's reactions were not quick enough. Like lightening the knife holding hand was seized and twisted until the knife clattered to the ground. Microseconds later the boy too found himself on his back, the wind forcibly knocked from his body. Larry picked up the knife, pressed the blade against the paving slabs and broke it in two. "Aaaahh!" Harriet tried to pick herself up but found her ankle too painful to stand on. She'd watched bemused by Larry's display of strength and thankful he'd come to her rescue again. Secretly she wondered if he would help her up. She needn't have worried. When Larry saw her problem he very gently cradled her in his arms, carried her to a taxi rank and took her to the hospital. X-rays revealed nothing broken but the ankle was badly sprained and one arm was badly bruised from the kicking. A nurse bandaged the ankle and suggested she didn't walk on it for a few days. The hospiatal procedures had taken four hours most of which were spent waiting and chatting. By now it was late evening and pouring with rain. Larry ordered a taxi and took Harry to her home. For just a few moments Harriet hesitated before inviting him in but she had great difficulty in walking from the pain in her ankle and her arm, her 'good' arm, was stiff and sore to move so she allowed him to carry her again. Inside, Larry was amazed at the adapting that had been done to make the place livable for a very short person. Around the normal height kitchen units, ran a foot high platform. All the doors to the cabinets were cut to open above this raised platform. Even so, Harriet was only just about tall enough to use the stove. Access to the wall cupboards required a pair of steps. "Can I make you a pot of tea Harry?" Larry asked. "I usually have hot chocolate but I ought to be making it for you after all you have done for me today. I can't thank you enough." Harriet tried to hobble to the kitchen but it was too painful to stand without using both hands for support and the pain in her right arm was too great to put any real pressure on it. "Just tell me where the stuff is Harry and I'll do it. Even if I have to go down on my knees," Larry laughed. He found though, the platform was not too wide and he could stand on the floor in the normal way although he still had to bend just like he had to in his own kitchen. He took the drinks through to the lounge. Harriet sat in a low chair, Larry took the settee alongside her and they carried on talking from where they left off in the waiting room until both had finished their drink. On implulse, he picked Harriet up and sat her on his lap for a short while. She suddenly seemed very weary as the ordeals of the day finally caught up with her. "I'm putting you to bed, young lady," Larry announced, "And I am spending the night here with you." Harriet demurred but Larry dismissed her protests and just asked if there was a spare bedroom. There was, with a normal double bed. "Harry, I don't want any nonsense now. I am taking you into the bathroom and then I am going to undress you and get you to bed. You're not the first woman I have undressed or seen naked so don't start protesting. I shan't be raping you or anything like that. In any case you are certainly not strong enough to resist even if you weren't in pain." Harriet did protest a little but somehow believed she could trust him and soon allowed him to do as he wished. Larry looked at her naked body while unfolded her nightdress. It was certainly different to any he had seen before. The trunk was almost normal from the neck to the crotch. Nice full breasts, firm stomach and dark pubic hair. Her legs though were much, much shorter than usual but with normal sized feet. On the other hand Harriet's head was slightly on the large side or perhaps it just seemed that way because of the way we normally saw a child's head on that size frame. Harriet blushed when she saw him looking but was now too tired to resist. Larry put on her nightdress and tucked her in bed. "Yeeooooow!!" Larry awoke with a start. "Aaaahhh!! Yeeooooow!!" The scream came from Harriet's room. He quickly got up and in the light from the hallway lamp looked in on Harriet. She was tossing around obviously having a nightmare. Picking her up, Larry cuddled her like a baby until she awoke and calmed herself and then carried her as she clung child-like to his chest, back to his bed. Harriet awoke again after a few hours. "Where am I?" she thought and slowly remembered. A glimmer of daylight was coming through the curtains. Her ankle hurt but she couldn't move because the man's arm pinned her to him. Her nightdress had rucked up and her stomach lay flesh to flesh against his and between her thighs she could feel his semi-erect penis. "Did he fuck me?" she wondered. "No," she decided, "I would be sore there if he had. But will he when he wakes?" Harriet lay as still as she could but she needed to move her ankle and her arm to relieve the pain a little. Gently she tried to turn out of his grasp but only succeeded in waking him. "Morning little one," Larry murmured, "How are you doing, Harry?" He released his unconscious grip on her and allowed her limbs to stretch. "Aa ooow!" Harry tried to put some pressure on her arm and lift her body but it was still painful and she slid back. In doing so she felt Larry's hard prick against her virgin cunt. Larry felt it too. "Don't worry, Harry. I can't help getting hard especially early in the morning but, as I said last night, I won't fuck you." He paused for a few seconds, "Unless of course you want me to." "Perhaps it would be nice," she thought, "No one has ever wanted to before. I've never been to bed with a man before either. Pity I really am too sore at the moment." She wondered what it would be like. Her only experience was from reading and her own hand. "No," she answered out loud, "But I do need to get up." Larry carefully lifted Harriet to the floor but her foot still couldn't take her weight and it seemed more swollen than last night and although she once again protested, Larry carried her to the loo. As he sat her on the seat, Harriet got a close up look at his cock. It was much larger than she expected and although she was tempted to touch it, some inner sense forbade it. Noticing her looking Larry smiled, "It doesn't bite but it does have a mind of its own. You look as if you haven't seen a hard cock before." Blushingly Harriet admitted he was right. After taking her back to bed, Larry pissed, returned and lay alongside her. It was still only 5:30 a.m. "You're still a virgin, I guess," asked Larry Harriet blushed again and responded, "No one would ever willingly want to do it with me. Not with my misshapen body." "Don't put yourself down Harry. You may have short legs but the rest of you more than makes up for it." Larry's hands caressed her body and played gently with her breasts. Her nipples hardened and when he slipped his hands between her legs her felt the moisture there. Knowing there were sexual responses, Larry was tempted to try and fuck her but remained true to his earlier promise. If she wanted sex, she would ask for it. In any case, with a sore arm and swollen ankle it wouldn't be great for a first time. For breakfast she helped him make a big plate of bacon and eggs and ate a fair sized meal herself. There was no rush. It was Saturday and not a working day. "I'll help you dress and then I have a training session this morning ready for my bout tonight, but I will look in on you at lunch time and if that swelling hasn't gone down, I'm taking you to the hospital again." Hardly had the words left his mouth and the door bell rang. Larry answered it to find two uniformed WPC's. WPC Karen Bradley and WPC Sharon Foulkes produced their ID cards. Larry showed them in. Harriet tried to stand to greet them but fell back from the pain and again winced as the Karen went to shake hands with her. After further introductions and enquiries into Harriet's well being, Karen started, "I guess you know why we are here." Both Larry and Harriet nodded. "The hospital notified us of your non accidental injuries and we found witnesses who have given their version of the events. We would like to hear what you say." Larry and Harriet retold the story of the incident starting right from her being tripped in McDonalds. They seemed to laugh when Larry told how he put Bren on top of the kiosk. "Will you be preferring charges against Brenda Lee and her gang?" asked Karen. "Bren is the real trouble maker. The others only follow and the boy with the knife was Nigel who does everything to keep in her good books. You may have to watch out for Brenda, she won't take kindly to the way you made her feel small. Harriet didn't want to press charges which seemed to disappoint the police ladies. "We've been trying to put them away for a while, Karen said, "They have been causing a lot of grief to many people and yet everyone seems afraid to take them to court." "Where they would just be told not to be so naughty again," Larry cynically interrupted. "Ladies," he went on, "I must leave you for now. I have to have a session with my trainer ready for tonight. If you want to contact me, I am staying at the Saracens Head until tomorrow." "You're one of the wrestlers on tonight at the Odeon aren't you?" Sharon spoke almost for the first time. Larry agreed and asked if she was going. "Oh yes! I enjoy seeing all you muscle men. Which one are you? No. Let me guess. Larry the Lamb." "Guilty!" laughed Larry, "You should get a job in CID. Have you got a good seat?" "Nah. I couldn't afford the best." "Well go to the side entrance and ask for Henry, then say Larry has the balls for me." "And that gets me thrown out?" "Only if you don't cheer for me! But now I must help Harry dress and then get going." Once he had bra and knickers on Harriet, Larry invited the two women to see the bruising on her arm and legs. Both were horrified. Shortly after, when Harriet was dressed, the women police officers and Larry left together.
Chapter 2. After the fight Brenda Lee was furious. "How could that hulk embarrass her so? How dare he toss her up and down like a doll? And to cap it all to dump her high up on that roof where everyone could see her knickers and the gravel coated roofing felt had scratched her bare thighs and marked the leather mini skirt. "I only stole that from Debenhams a few days ago," she muttered. "I will get my own back on them if it is the last thing I do". Still inwardly swearing to herself she went on, "Did those stupid women pigs think they would get any information from me? Did they think it likely Dwarfie bitch would press charges? I doubt that very much." Only one girl had decided to go ahead and testify against her and for some reason she decided to commit suicide before the trial began. "No, I will get my own back on the Dwarfie bitch and the hulk. The kicking I gave her Dwarfie earlier will not suffice. I'll put her out of action for a long while." She went out. "First we must find out who the hulk is," she stated to her gang. "That's easy," Sara 'Skip' Jones the red haired girl replied, "He's one of the wrestlers at the Odeon tonight. He's on the posters. Perhaps we can filch some tickets and see if he is as tough as he appears to be." ***** Sharon debated whether to just join the queue and show her ticket or to try the side entrance. "What the hell," she thought, "I can always come back outside again." "What can I do for you miss," the gruff voice asked as she entered. "Larry told me to see Henry." "HENRY!!!" The voice reverberated down the hall. Sharon thought the whole theatre would have heard. Shortly a small, dapper little man appeared. "Larry said to say I had the balls for it." "And have you?" Without waiting or expecting an answer, Henry went on, "I guess you have otherwise you wouldn't be here. You look his type. He likes them with a bit of flesh on their bones." Henry led her through and down a staircase to emerge into the tunnel where the contestants entered the ring and placed her in a seat right at the very edge of the ring along with the judges and seconds. "Wow," Sharon exclaimed as she watched the first bouts, "I didn't really think he meant I would get this close to the action. God, I'm so wet watching all these hunks being thrown around and seeing the bulges in the shorts." "Ladies and Gentlemen," the M.C. announced, the next bout is between the very mean Grizzly Bear." He waited for the applause and boos to die down and continued, "And the gentle man of the ring, Larry the Lamb." Larry stood to the applause and noticed Sharon and blew her a kiss. A group booed and amongst them Larry recognised the distinctive dyed bright red hair of Sara. "I bet the rest are here too," he thought as he settled himself ready for the first round. The first three rounds were pretty evenly matched but by the fourth, Larry felt his opponent tiring and when Grizzly was a fraction of a second late with his move, Larry was able to flip him heavily on the canvas and pin him down. Victory was his. The referee raised his arm, Larry bowed and then leaned over the ropes and picked Sharon up and kissed her fully on the lips, much to the raucous delight of the crowd. "You brought me luck, Sharon," he whispered and he set her down again. Sharon, smelling the heat and sweat on his body, became even more aroused and nodded when he asked her to come to the his dressing room when it was over. "Shall we go for a drink?" she asked as they linked arms and walked from the theatre. "If you like, but want to check on Harry first. She was a little better when I looked in at lunch time. You know a pub that sells a decent pie?" They drove in Sharon's car and parked outside Harriet's house. As he anticipated, there was a wait while Harriet hobbled to the door but her response to his knock was unexpected. She opened the door only to the extent of the security chain. Tears were in her eyes and she spoke with a broken voice, "Go away. I know I'm not good enough for you. I'm not fully formed like that police girl." With that she slammed the door shut and Larry could hear her sobbing. Subdued and confused he returned to Sharon who had witnessed what happened, "I guess Harriet was watching the TV broadcast tonight and got jealous of us," she said. "You think she has feelings for me?" Larry sounded surprised. "I like her but I was only doing what I could to save her from that bitch Bren and her cohorts." "Yeah, but I guess you are the only one that has shown any interest in her and she wanted to possess you." "Do you want to possess me, Sharon?" "Only for the next few hours. Lets find that pie and a pint and then have a one night stand so that I can find out whether that bulge in your shorts is really as big as it seemed or whether it was just ball protection." Sharon was happy and horny. An hour later, in Larry's hotel room, she undressed him and found out at first hand that some of the bulge was protection but nevertheless he was well endowed. She also found how gentle he could be using his strength. Picking her up like a feather he laid her down on the bed and covered her body with his all the time keeping his weight from crushing her. Sharon gripped his cock and guided her into him. "Henry said you liked girls with a bit of meat on their bones," Sharon remarked as she felt her cunt begin to grip his weapon, "I like my men strong enough to control me without being dominating." They fucked quietly before she spoke again. "Would you have liked to have fucked Harry?" The question took away his mood for Sharon but he tried not to let it show. "Actually she has quite a nice body. It's only her legs that make her so different. Maybe if I had pushed it, I could have fucked her last night when we were in bed together but for her it wouldn't have been fucking. It would have been the start of a long term relationship that could have led to heartbreak. Not that her body was in any condition to even fuck gently. She was just too sore. I'm not that desperate that I would force her. I do like her though and will have to try and talk to her before I leave in the morning." "You slept with her?" Sharon sounded very surprised, "And did nothing?" Larry explained the situation and convinced Sharon that his relationship with Harriet had been platonic. They enjoyed another bout of fucking and then slept. Larry drove her home early next morning so she could get ready for work and prepare for the teasing she knew would come from her colleagues. They exchanged business cards, kissed for the last time and went their separate ways.
Chapter 3. Beaten It was still only 8 a.m. when Larry rang Harriet's doorbell again. He could see a light on in the kitchen so knew she was up. Again she kept the security chain on when she opened the door. "Harry, please let me in." Larry pleaded, "I don't want to leave here with you hating me for reasons I don't understand." Eventually after more pleading she opened the door but kept her distance as she hobbled still painfully to the lounge. The kettle whistled in the kitchen. "Let me make us some tea, Harry. Perhaps we can talk more comfortably then." "I'll do it," Harriet answered but Larry ordered her to sit and keep the weight off her foot. "Did you spend the night with her?" Harriet asked bluntly when they were again seated. Larry affirmed quite candidly that he had. Tears sprang to Harriet's eyes. "You took her because she is beautiful and doesn't have a distorted body like me," she sobbed. "I expect you made love to her as well." "We fucked, but it was only a one night thing Harry. We don't expect to see each other again. But why are you so upset?" "I don't know really. I suppose I shouldn't be. You just seemed so kind to me and the way you held me, it seemed you had feelings for me and made me feel for you too. I know you would never ever want a midget like me so perhaps it would be better if we just said, good-bye and leave it at that." "Harry, stop putting yourself down. I do like you. I like you a lot but that's not love. I liked Sharon. I liked her a lot too but I'm not in love with her. I will do anything I can to help you Harry and I would certainly like to see you again and to get to know you better when you are not in pain and I'm not in the good Samaritan role." "I think it would be better if we just said good-bye. It will do no one any good to pretend. You will never really want me. I know that. Please just leave me to get on with my life." "Harry, I can see you still have difficulty in moving. Your arm still causes you pain. Let me stay here another day or two, until you are fully recovered or at least better able to take care of yourself, then we can decide whether or not to continue seeing each other. I only live sixty miles away so it only an hour and a half to get here. I'm more or less my own boss so I don't have to worry about work schedules......" "No Larry. You've been very kind. I can manage on my own. I have done that for years. My boss will understand if I don't go into work tomorrow or for a day or two. He knows I don't take time off unnecessarily. So please, thank you for what you have done. Thank you for all the help and kindness but please, good-bye. Go!" Harriet turned, crying loudly now, went to the bathroom and locked herself in. Larry left. Later he phoned Sharon and asked her to look in on Harriet but warned her she might get a frosty reception. ***** "You know what to do?" Brenda spoke to her gang that now consisted of only four. Her, Skip and the two boys, Pete and Ray. "Remember, no talking. No letting her see any of us. Make sure we're noticed in the football crowd before we leave and get back there as soon as possible and get noticed again so it will appear we didn't leave. Keep that red hair of yours well on show while we're in the crowd, Skip and cover it when we leave." The four waited, Ray keeping watch as Harry hobbled up the road. She inserted the key in the door but before she had time to open it, Skip had pulled a black plastic bag over her head and the two boys held her arms. Silently Bren pushed the door open and dragged Harriet screaming inside. She could hardly breathe inside the bag and her screaming and crying didn't help. She felt the cold steel of a knife blade at her neck. It sliced downwards cutting through her dress. It also opened a small air hole that helped her breathe. Quickly they removed the remnants and used them to tie her wrists. Throwing Harriet to the floor, they pulled her shoes and knickers off so she was naked except for the bag over her head. Brenda signalled the others to start trashing the house while she proceeded to punch and kick the helpless Harriet. In her fury, she had little regard for where she kicked or for the suffering she caused. Her boots rose and fell and connected with any available part of the victim's body. Harriet passed out and lay still. Around her the crashing sounds of breaking furniture, china and glass. Of drawers being emptied and their contents strewn and trampled on. In ten short minutes the place now resembling a bomb site, the four left and returned to the crowds in the town centre. An hour later, Mrs Chadwick, a neighbour passed by and saw the door ajar. "That's unusual," she thought, "In this cold weather and at this time of night, something isn't right for her to leave the door open," and knowing Harriet slightly, enough to pass the time of day in the street, rang the bell. As she did so she pushed the door further open and could see the mess in the hallway. Immediately she went in, found Harriet unconscious and looked in disbelief at the devastation. She dialled 999. ***** "Hi Sharon, it's Larry returning your call. What happened to Harry?" "Nasty business. Harry is in hospital. Her injuries are pretty severe but not life threatening. She's sedated at the moment. But she looks awful. Bruises and cuts everywhere. I had to do a stint at her bedside but she hardly woke, Her house is absolutely trashed." "Have you got those who did it?" "No. Between you and me, we suspect the gang with Brenda Lee as leader but cannot prove anything. We have cctv footage of them in a football crowd before and after we think it happened and they swear they were there all the time. No clues at the scene. It was well planned. Brenda's a clever girl in a warped way." "None of the five will talk?" "Only four of them involved, if it was them. Brenda, the red head and two boys. The other girl definitely wasn't with them. Nor was she there at your fight. We picked them all up but had to release the girls. The boys both carried knives so we are holding them for having offensive weapons but until we can find more to link the gang to the incident, we can't do anything. Forensic are searching but so far nothing. The only little clue is the knives the boy's had were both absolutely clean. No marks, nothing. Unusual for knives unless they were deliberately wiped clean." "Are they allowing Harry visitors?" "Not yet. There's no point, she's not awake enough. When she does come to, it will only be family but there doesn't seem to be any of them. I may be able to get you in when I am on bedside duty in the morning. Why don't you come over and stay here?" He did so and while he slept in Sharon's bed they fucked once, neither of their hearts were into it. Their thoughts were on Harry. Sharon allowed Larry to sit at Harriet's bedside during her morning shift on duty. He gently took the injured girl's hand in his enormous paw. Harriet was drowsily awake but her mouth was too swollen to speak and the drugs kept her from being fully conscious of her surroundings. She seemed to know it was Larry holding her hand and she gripped his thumb tightly, so tightly that when the doctors came round she wouldn't release it and they examined her with him present. "It doesn't look as if you are going to get away from her now," one of older doctors laughed. In the evening they sedated her again and slowly she released her grip. Next morning Harriet became very agitated when she found Larry was not at her bedside. He had steadfastly been refused entry by the constable on duty and by the staff nurse. It was not until the doctors did their rounds and seeing her agitation and hearing her faint cries for Larry, the older doctor asked for him and gave him written permission to be with her. "You seem to be better medicine than any we have," the jovial medic remarked.
Chapter 4. Captured It was ten days before they allowed Harriet to leave the hospital and then it was because Larry would take care of her. Even so she found it extremely painful to move and had to be taken to Larry's home by ambulance. To Harriet, used to a small semi-detached bungalow, the place seemed huge. It was built in about 1840 as a hunting lodge when the estate consisted of several thousand acres of forest. Now only a hundred acres were left and Larry owned them and the house. His father had bought the property during the depression and managed to keep hold of it during World War 2 although the army did have the use of it as a training ground and billeted men in the lodge. As was often the case with houses of that period, it was brick built with a cellar, a ground floor and two upper storeys. The ground floor consisted of the kitchen, dining room, lounge and various other rather ornate rooms with high ceilings. Above them were the master and guest bedrooms and above that were servants quarters in the days when people could afford to employ permanent staff. There was also an attic which Larry had been in on only a few occasions. A huge house for one person to live in. Larry didn't bother using most of the rooms. The kitchen with its large, old fashioned solid fuel cooker was the main living room. It was the warmest in winter and he had a TV and a couple of comfortable chairs installed alongside the usual wooden dining table and chairs. He kept the kitchen, his bedroom and two bathrooms and toilets reasonably clean and once a year hired contract cleaners to spring-clean some of the other rooms. Harriet saw only some of this as she was wheeled from the ambulance. She was tired from the journey but excited and a little apprehensive too. "Welcome to your new home," Larry said, "If when you've recovered, you decide to stay, then we'll see about doing some of the adaptations you had in your council home." Harriet tried to smile but was so very tired. Larry carried her upstairs and put her in the single bed he'd moved into his room. While he would have liked to have slept alongside her, with the severity of her injuries, he could have unwittingly caused her more pain and discomfort. As he undressed her, seeing for the first time the full extent of the damage to be body, fury rose within him and he vowed to make those responsible pay for what they did. A week later, Larry was at her council home, trying to clear some of the mess the delinquents had made. He'd been there several times already to bring clothes and other items for her and had met a few of the neighbours. Harriet was now able to walk, albeit painfully, and he had been able to arrange for one of the village ladies to sit with her while he was away. Larry parked his van outside the door and was loading bin bags of rubbish into it when an elderly couple passed and then stopped. The man spoke. "Your the guy who tossed that girl on the roof, aren't you? The one who brought Harry home?" Larry agreed he was. "Pity you didn't throw the bitch from the highest building," the man went on. "It was them that did it you know?" Larry remarked they surmised it might be. "Oh yes, it was them. That girl with the bright red hair and the taller one you played ball with and them two boys. We saw them. They came up that alley and pushed a bag over her head just as she went to open the door. We see'd it all." "Why didn't you tell this to the police?" "What and get ourselves battered and our house trashed too? Any case we've been in trouble with the police a'fore and been inside ourselves in our younger days. No, if you tell them, we'll deny everything. I just thought you might want to do it your way." Sharon came round when Larry had almost finished clearing for the day. Together they assessed the destruction. The house looked much tidier now but the damage was still evident by the smashed doors, and drawers. They were council property. He would have to contact them to arrange repairs that is if Harriet decided to return there. "Sharon, they did do it." Larry went on to relate the conversation with the elderly couple. "Don't take the law into your own hands, Larry," Sharon advised, "You could be the one that ends up in jail." "Maybe," Larry cryptically replied. Before returning home Larry called at the solicitor's office where Harriet worked and told them how she was feeling but he could give them no idea when she would return to work. "At the moment she can barely walk and needs to rest frequently." "We miss her here. She was a nice kid and a very good worker," Ross Grimwade said, "We'll try and keep her job open for a bit. We've a temp in at the moment who is quite good but doesn't have the experience Harry has." By the end of the week Larry had decided on a plan. The two boys were still in custody on remand but the girls were free and now believed they had got away with it completely. From his own watching and from surveillance by a private detective Larry hired, he knew that on Friday evenings the girls who both lived on a large council housing estate, met up and went to a disco club. Brenda would leave home first and meet up with Skip on the short cut path through the allotments. As it was dark at this time of year and with the street lighting vandalised by courting couples Larry, decided this was an ideal spot to set his plan in operation. Arriving early and parking close to Skip's rendezvous place he waited in the shadows until she arrived. Quickly and without any fuss he slipped a sack over her head and pulled it down to below her waist level where he pulled the draw string tight. The thick hessian sack stifled her screams and curses to some extent but not completely. It didn't matter. No one was around. Skip was soon bundled in the van and her ankles tied. Skip tried to kick and curse but it was a futile attempt. "Whap!!" Larry's hand came down on her arse. "Be quiet Skip or you'll get a lot worse than that," he muttered as she again tried to scream. Slipping once more into the shadows, Larry waited for Brenda to arrive. She was late. Larry began to wonder if she was coming at all or worse, had she seen him abduct Skip? Relieved, he saw her walk along the lane to the path. He was ready and soon she lay on the floor of the van alongside her friend. A whack on the arse did nothing to stop Brenda yelling so he fastened his belt around the outside of the sack at the level of her mouth, effectively gagging her. After an unpleasant ride bouncing on the floor of the van, Larry carried the two girls down to his cellar and to one of the old food store rooms. It was small but had a stout door and he had fitted an outside lock. Inside he'd put a single size bed and a bucket. It was very primitive but would do for the time being and had the advantage of being more or less sound proof and to escape the girls would have to get out of the locked room, up the cellar stairs and through a locked trap door and pass through the kitchen before reaching the outside door which he would keep locked as well. Skip was released from her sack first. "I guess you know why you're here Skip," Larry stated, "Unfortunately I could never bring myself to hurt you as badly as you did Harry but by the time you leave you will have been made very sore." "I didn't touch Dwarfie!" There was a hint of defiance in her eyes but inwardly she felt fear of what this huge strong man could do to her. "Maybe not, but you assisted. Strip off all your clothes and jewellery." "No!" Hardly had the word left her mouth before she found herself bent over and Larry's hard hand was descending with considerable force on her arse. Even through her leather jeans, it hurt like hell. Her screams caused Brenda to squirm in her sack. Larry tossed the crying, yelling Skip on to the bed. "Now strip," he ordered. Skip hesitated for only a few seconds. "I'm not about to rape you Skip. Not yet anyway so get a move on." When she was completely naked Larry told her to stand and then turn around. "You're quite an attractive girl Skip. Pity about the hair though and your poor attitude to others. Maybe we can correct that while you are here." "You better just let us go you fucking hulk. You've no...... Aaahh!!" Skip's back chat was curtailed when Larry's hand again connected to her arse. "Bastard!" she muttered almost under her breath. Larry picked her up and dumped her on the bed and fastened her hands behind her back with cuffs he had bought specially for the purpose and cuffed her ankles with a hobble about 16 inches long. It would allow her to take short steps but not run. "Now let's see about our Brenda." Larry decided it would save time and hassle if he undressed her himself. Loosening the draw cord to the sack, he slid the hem above her waist and re-tied the cord. Next he removed her shoes and socks and undid the binding around her ankles. It was now easy to remove her leather jeans and knickers and to hobble her ankles like Skip's. The sack now came off and Larry, despite a vigorous struggle on Brenda's part, the rest of her clothes were removed and her wrists cuffed. "So we meet again, Brenda," Larry laughed as he picked her up and bent her over his knee. Ignoring her swearing and verbal abuse, he started to spank her arse. He didn't spare her. "The more you swear at me, Brenda, the more punishment your arse will get." At first she disregarded his words but soon sobbingly pleaded with him to stop. "You may have heard of boot camps," Larry informed them once they were both reasonably quiet apart from gentle sobs, "Your stay here will be something similar. Everything here will be crude and harsh to start with. You have one single bed, one heavy coarse blanket, a covered pail for your toilet and you will be given cold water to wash with. As your work and behaviour improves so your facilities will improve too. Misdemeanors will be punished either by spanking like I just have, or for more serious offenses, but use of a belt or even a cane. I do hope the latter is never necessary because if I use a fraction of my strength you could be marked for life. You know why you're here. You are going to make amends or have a very sore time. You have until morning to reflect on what I have said and your positions here. Talk as much as you like. Scream as much as you like. We won't even hear you upstairs so no one outside will either. I'll see you in the morning. Good night. Sleep well." Immediately he left the pair started struggling and cursing but soon realised both were futile and settled down to crying and then, when neither could sleep, what they could do and how they might possibly escape. Larry kept the small bulkhead ceiling light on all night so they could see each other and use the toilet bucket. "What have you been up to?" Harriet asked seeing a peculiar smile on his face. "Just been and picked myself up a couple of girls," Harry grinned, "Friends of yours. Brenda and Skip. They're in the cellar at the moment, nursing sore bums." "Oh God, Larry, I hope you know what you are doing. You could be in serious trouble if this gets out. Have you hurt them bad?" "No. Nothing like they did to you, but their arses are rather red. I'll bring them up in the morning." Larry replied, "Don't worry, they are in more trouble if this gets out. Now let's get you to bed. You look worn out." "Just hold me for a bit Larry please."
Chapter 5. Servitude "Morning Ladies!" They weren't asleep when Larry entered the room but were still lying face to face on the bed with the blanket awry and semi covering them. He pulled the blanket off. Brenda started to complain but was soon rolled on her stomach and her arse given a couple of hard slaps. "You can stop that nonsense for a start Brenda. If you expect to earn better treatment, then you have to learn to behave. So what's the plan for today? Shortly I will release your wrists but not your ankles and you can use the toilet. I will then bring you a bowl of water, a flannel and a bar of soap and you can wash each other. Get that make-up off and get yourselves as clean as you can. I'll also bring a comb. Breakfast will be in half an hour. Any complaints will be dealt with by my hand." "How long are you going to keep us here,?" asked Skip in a very subdued voice. "As long as is necessary. Any more questions before I go to get your washing gear?" Larry stood and watched as Skip started washing Brenda's face and then her body. The water wasn't quite cold, Larry had added a little warm to it to take the chill off it. "You're going to get very used to seeing and feeling each other so make a thorough job of it Skip. I want to see her clean from head to toe," Larry instructed, "When you finished you can put your trainers back on. These rough stone floors will play havoc with your feet, not that I should really worry about a minor detail like that." Ten minutes later he returned. Brenda was combing Skip's hair and moaning how difficult it was to control without hair spray. "One of you bring the bowl of water and the other your piss pail." Both went for the bowl. Brenda out-stepped the reach of her hobble, tripped and upset the bowl. She looked up expecting another hiding but Larry just said, "You bring the pail and you can mop this mess up afterwards." Brenda almost felt a relief for not being spanked and did what she was told. This time though she walked carefully. Larry led them outside their cell to a small toilet at one end of the cellar and told them to empty the remains of the water and the pail. He placed the bowl by a small sink just outside the toilet and passed a mop to Brenda. Reluctantly she took it and mopped the worst of the water from the floor before they were again locked in the room. "Breakfast time!" Larry walked in with two plastic bowls of hot porridge flooded with milk and two plastic spoons. "I hope you like porridge," he said, "If you don't put it in your slops bucket but you won't be getting anything else for some hours." "I don't eat porridge," Skip complained. "Well you know what to do," replied Larry. "This isn't a luxury hotel. It's porridge now, nothing more till later and then it will be bread and whatever spread is available. Eat up and I'll bring the flannel back in again so you can clean up ready to meet your mistress." "Larry?" Skip asked, "Why do we have to use the smelly pail when there is a proper toilet just outside?" "Because I am not going to be running up and down each time you want to pee." Larry turned and left, locking their door again. He helped Harriet dress and sat her in the low chair he had brought from her home facing the kitchen fire. "I am going to bring our guests us to see you dear," he said, "Look your best and don't be afraid of them. You are their mistress now. They must take their orders from you." Cuffing their hands behind their backs again, Larry carried his naked prisoners up the stairs to the kitchen. Their hobbles would have made it very difficult to climb the fairly steep stairs. He deposited them on the floor at Harriet's feet. "Kneel!" he commanded. Harriet shank back in her chair and in a small voice asked, "Larry! What have you done to them? They're naked." "And have tender bums, Harry." Larry picked up Brenda and turned her arse to face Harriet. "And they will be even more tender if they don't toe the line. My line. Here they are going to learn what it is like to be an under dog. Stand up girls." Skip was a little slow to respond and received yet another slap to encourage her. "Look at Harriet girls. Take a good look at her face. See how swollen it still is. See the bruising that is still showing after all this time?" He lifted her dress and went on, "Take a good look at her body. Looks at her cuts and wounds that have yet to heal. Look at the bruises that still show there too. I am not going to move her to show her back, nor remove her knickers but underneath her flesh is just as badly marked and still so sore she can hardly move without considerable pain. Now take a look at each other. Your bottoms are somewhat coloured but nothing like as deeply as hers. You have difficulty in moving only because of he restraints I have put on. Your suffering is minimal compared to hers, but it won't be if I have the slightest excuse to give you a thorough thrashing. Understand?" "Larry, please. Take them away! I don't want them near me! Please! I don't care what you do with them. Dump them down the well or something but keep them away from me." Harriet was shaking with fear and although the words didn't come out in they way they should because of her swollen jaws, the meaning was clear.. "Harry, they have to learn their lesson. They won't hurt you again. I'll see to that." He could see Harriet was distressed and took a girl under each arm and carried them back to their cell. Unceremoniously he dumped them on their bed. Skip had tears in her eyes but Brenda seemed unconcerned. "Girls, you saw how badly you injured Harry, you should now think on how badly I should hurt you. Throwing you down the well as she suggested would be too quick and too painless for you two." "I'm sorry," wept Skip, "I didn't think she was hurt as bad as that. Bren you must have kicked the hell out of her to be in that state after so long." Brenda made no comment. "For the rest of the morning, girls, I am leaving you to ponder on what you think I should do to you and what you can do to make amends." He returned to comfort Harry, leaving the girls naked and locked in. "Are you mad bringing them in here?" Harriet asked quietly. Larry could feel the anger behind her words though. "Harry dear," he gently held her close, "It is the only way we can be assured they are punished. You must get used to them being around although they will always be naked and cuffed. They are your servants, or they will be before long." Lunch time and Larry silently served the girls a single cheese sandwich and a plastic mug of tea. Half an hour later, he returned and asked them if they had considered his questions. "What should I do to you to make up for what you have done to her?" "Just let us go bastard and keep your little Dwarfie out of our way." Brenda was still defiant. "That's not an option, Brenda, as well you might guess." "Punishing us to the extent Harry was punished, might serve to satisfy your instincts but probably would result in our going to hospital and the story coming out and you getting into trouble as well, especially as you cannot prove we did hurt her. You know we did it, we know we did, but you would have to prove it." Skip started off bravely. "I am so sorry for what we did, particularly what Bren did although I know I too was to blame and know I ought to be punished. I don't know how. Or really how I could begin to make up for what we did. Even if you kept us here as servants...." "Slaves more like," interrupted Brenda. "Whatever," Skip went on, "We can never atone for what we did. If you wish I would work here as your servant until you think I am fit to leave." "Thank you Skip. You realise it would be the most menial work I would give you. You probably saw how neglected this place is." Skip nodded. "Would you want to ... 'do' us?" "She means will you be fucking us? I'm surprised we haven't been raped already," Brenda put her spoke in. "To be perfectly honest with you, yes. Harry is in no state to bear my weight and seeing you two naked beauties does make me horny as you can obviously see now." He referred to the bulge in his trousers. "I doubt if either of you are virgins and I will use protection and unless provoked, I won't forcibly rape you." Larry paused. "I take it you are unwilling to became an unpaid servant Brenda?" "Not fucking likely! Some one will start looking for us soon and then you'll be in shit street." "I believe you've stayed out for several days before so your parents are unlikely to worry overmuch for another day at least. By then I hope to find a way of staving off the search." Turning to Skip he asked, "Are you still willing to be an unpaid servant?" Skip nodded yes and looked down at the floor. He took her outside and re-locked the door. Brenda would be on her own for a bit. Leading Skip to the toilet, Larry said, "I meant what I said when I told you the work would be menial. This loo hasn't been in use for years. When I knew you were coming, I cleared it and made sure it flushed but the whole place is filthy. I'll get some cleaning gear and you can make a start. You have permission to use the loo instead of the bucket if you wish." Larry brought the cleaning materials and rubber gloves. He released the cuffs on her hands but left the hobble in place. "How's it going?" he asked an hour later when he returned to inspect her work. "Okay, but my knees are killing me." Larry saw the toilet pan was now clean and shining except for some green stains that wouldn't come off. The hand basin too was clean and Skip was trying to clean the pedestal. "You've worked well, Skip. Wash your hands and then we'll have a cup of tea in the kitchen and I'll find a mat for you to kneel on." Tossing her over his shoulder her carried her up the stairs and sat her on a stool while he made the tea. Harry wheeled herself into the room and stopped abruptly when she saw Skip. "I'm sorry Harry, I thought you were asleep in the lounge. Skip's worked hard and I'm making tea." "I'm very sorry for what we did to you Harry," Skip started. "Miss Harriet to you Skip," Larry snapped. "I'm sorry Miss Harriet," Skip repeated, "I will try and make amends. I had no idea your injuries were so severe. I've promised to be your servant." "Then pour the tea for us and get some cake out of that biscuit tin," ordered Larry with a hint of a smile. Skip did and took a tray with the mug and cake to Harriet's chair. Harriet eyed her warily but said thank you. The strange trio sat round the stove. Larry, huge and muscular, Harriet, her dwarf frame swollen and battered, petite Skip naked apart from trainers and with her ankles hobbled. Harriet plucked up enough courage to ask Skip what she had actually done and that broke the ice and all three talked fairly naturally while they drank their tea. "Are we going to take Bren some tea?" Skip asked when they were ready to return to the cellar. "No. She can wait until it's her dinner time." Skip was tired and her back and arms ached by the time Larry next visited but she had removed a lot of the grime from the lower tiles. "That's enough for one day," Larry said, "Come and get cleaned up. You smell pretty bad and I don't mean that in a nasty way." After carrying her upstairs to the bathroom he unlocked her hobbles and for the first time for two days she could move normally. "Don't think about running," Larry stated, "You've no clothes, the doors are locked and the weather's atrocious and of course, there is the ever present risk of a sore arse. Have a bath but leave the door wide open. It's mainly man's toiletries here but they should be better than a cold wet flannel." Luxuriating in the warm water, Skip almost forgot about her plight but was reminded was Larry walked straight in, watched her for a bit and then apologised for needing a pee. "I've seen all you have so you might as well see me." Skip noted his cock was in proportion to his frame, much bigger than any she'd seen or experienced before. "God," Skip commented, "Can you get that in a woman? It's big and not even hard." "Yeah, it goes in but sometimes it's a bit tight in young girls as some of the wrestling groupies have found out. You want to try it?" "Not right now!" Brenda was in a foul mood when Skip was finally taken back to their cell and the pair cuffed and put to bed for the night. She had been alone almost all day. "You fucking creep," she railed at her friend, "I suppose you've been shagging him all day just to get out of here. You smell of him." The smell was of course his bath salts." "No. He didn't shag me but I saw his prick. It's big. I might let him try it tomorrow if I get the opportunity." "You're a slag, Skip!" For an hour the verbal abuse of each other continued until both finally settled down and slept. Porridge was again on the menu for breakfast. It started Brenda complaining again "We'd get better treatment in prison," she yelled as she emptied hers into the slops bucket. Larry had to control himself not to take her over his knee there and then but decided to allow her anger to dissipate or burst before taking further action. "Are you working today, Skip?" he asked and on receiving an affirmative reply, asked Brenda the same question. "I'm not your fucking slave! I'm not an arsehole creeper like some!" Brenda continued with a torrent of invective aimed at Larry and Skip. Larry cuffed her hands behind her back again and, taking Skip with him, locked her in. The swearing continued unabated and added to by Brenda's futile kicking of the door followed by the sound of her falling when the hobble caught her off balance. Both Larry and Skip grinned. "The confinement is getting to her," Skip remarked, "And yet she's too dumb to give in. You know," Skip went on, "I think deep down she's sorry for what she did but just won't acknowledge it to you. She's got to keep up her tough appearance." "CRASH!!!" "I think she's kicked the slop bucket now," Larry commented, "If its upset then I am going to let her stew in it for a while." Shortly it became obvious that it had from the stream of urine that flowed under the door and from the pleas for release from inside. "Would you like to try and paint your toilet today Skip? There's only the ceiling and the bit above the tiles to emulsion and if we take the door off, you can sandpaper and varnish it out here where the light is better. I'll get the floor cleaning mop and pail and if the piss flows too far out here, perhaps you would mop it up, please. I'll get the stuff and leave you to it while I see to Harry." "What are you going to do with Brenda?" Harriet asked when he told her at breakfast. "Leave her in the room with her own shit for another hour or two and I'll decide then on her punishment." "What about Skip? Is she taking you for a ride or is she genuinely sorry." "So far she seems sorry and is taking a lot of stick from Brenda for it. She may be faking, just to get out of the cell but she does seem to be working willingly." "Have you fucked her yet?" Harriet's forthright question startled Larry for a moment. "Larry, you know I would like you to do it to me but I'm still too sore especially after the way that bitch kicked me down there. I know you have needs and having her naked around you must be a big temptation." "Yeah, it's a big temptation alright. So far I've resisted. You know how big I am and it will need some care if I do either of you for the first few times." "Larry? Don't resist because of me. Have her if you want. She helped the bitch hurt me so a little more hurt to her shouldn't matter. My worry is that you'll want to have her all the time and I will be put aside. You seem to care for me now but how long will it last. Do you actually love me or am I just a doll to play nurses with?" Tears began to flow from Harriet. Larry picked her up and cuddled her. "Harry, I think I love you. Love you as a person. We will make an odd couple but you have a personally behind your body that I am very attracted to. The main problem as I see it is there may be physical incompatibilities that will mar our relationship. That we will only find out in time. We have to face the fact that we are very different. They may compliment each other or they may make life difficult. I do hope we can try and find ways around any difficulties we come across." Larry continued to hold her close." "Larry? So as I don't feel you are cheating on me, will you tell me when and if you do either of the girls?" "Of course dear. You could even watch if that didn't make you jealous."
Chapter 6. Brenda punished Skip worked all morning apart from a coffee break. Larry had helped to take the door off and more or less left her on her own. He had to go out for over an hour or so lunch was delayed. On his return he took a pail of clean water, the mop bucket, rubber gloves and bleach in put them inside the door of the cell. Brenda tried to rush from the room but Larry pushed her back inside despite the smell. "Brenda, you'll get lunch when you've cleaned this place up. I'm going to leave the door open so you can get more water if necessary and you can empty the buckets." "Sod you!" She stood and deliberately kicked the pail of water so much of it spilled. Larry's reaction was swift. Before she hardly knew what was happening Brenda found her hands again cuffed behind her back and lying face down on the bed. Turning to face him defiantly, Brenda screamed when she saw him remove the wide leather belt from the loops of his trousers. "No Larry, please. Don't hit her with that. I'll clean it up." Skip spoke quietly. "Sorry Skip. Go and wait outside. She's got to learn and it seems she has got to learn the hard way." With his left hand he held Brenda's legs to the bed and his right swung the heavy belt. It landed hard and painfully across both cheeks of her arse. Her scream should have raised the floor above. Again the belt landed. Her arse was already bright red for most of its area. The next stroke landed across the tops of her thighs. "Stop, stop please! Please stop! I'll do it! Just stop. You're killing me." Larry finished with a fourth stroke. For a short while he left her on the bed before releasing her wrist cuffs again. "As I said, Brenda, you'll get lunch when this place is cleaned up." He left the room and taking Skip with him went to lunch. A few tears were in Skip's eyes as she sat at the table. "What's up Skip?" Harriet asked. "I've just seen Larry wallop Brenda, Miss Harriet and I'm afraid one day I'll do something to get a hiding like that." An hour later, when they returned to the cellar, Brenda had started to wash the floor. Not much had been done but she had the gloves on and was pushing some water around with the mop. Larry looked in but made no comment. He went to see how Skip had progressed with the toilet door while he was out. She was doing quite well although her skill level wasn't high. She explained some of the problems she had and Larry was able to help her overcome them. Before he left he whispered, "Let Brenda work on her own for another quarter of an hour and then if you still want to help her, do so. It's entirely up to you whether you help or not. Don't let her bully you into it though." He looked in on Brenda again before he left. "Looks like a very late lunch for you girl," he remarked. She started to say "Bastard" but only muttered the words. Returning a little later the floor was clean. It was later that he found Skip had done much of the work but had made Brenda do a fair share. After feeding Brenda, he again cuffed her wrists but kept the cell door open to allow the smell of the bleach to dissipate. "You can move around outside, Brenda but don't interfere with Skip's work," Larry told her. "May I use the toilet instead of the bucket?" Larry was a little surprised that she even asked. In the event, she didn't move around much. Her arse muscles were far too sore so she laid face down on the bed for most of the afternoon. Before taking Skip upstairs for teatime, Larry uncuffed Brenda's wrists but locked her cell door. "She ought to have a bath or shower, Larry," Skip suggested, "Especially after having to clean up that mess." "I guess you're right but I am loathe to let her near Harry for the time being. Would you be prepared to give her an all over wash, warm water this time? Don't take any nonsense from her. Feel free to give her arse a whack if she acts up." "Yes, please keep her away from me," Harriet confirmed, "I don't think I could stand seeing her yet, at least not in my part of the house." "I think you ought to come down and see what Skip is doing and you can take a look at Brenda's arse to see if it goes some way towards compensating for your injuries. She won't want to sit on anything hard for a week. Mind you it is only her arse that hurts." Larry carried Harriet sitting in the crook of his arm. Brenda started to say something when they looked in the door but wisely decide to keep quiet. "Stand up," Larry ordered, "Turn round." "My God, you really did hit her," Harriet looked at the bruised and colourful arse in front of her. She was quiet for a few moments and then said, "Larry, please don't hit her any more unless she really deserves it for something she does here. Don't punish her for what she did to me. I suffered and am still suffering. I have no wish to inflict that on anyone, not even my worst enemy. You have to punish her if she misbehaves, that I know. It is probably the only way to make her understand, but please, no retribution punishment." "You amaze me Harry, I thought you would have wanted this little bitch thoroughly thrashed. You even suggested she be dropped down a well, now you say to leave her." Larry was puzzled. "But okay, I'll respect what you say but if she doesn't do as she is told or kicks the piss bucket over again, I'll repeat the dose with my belt. You hear that Brenda?" "Yes, Sir." Things must be improving, Larry thought, if she calls me 'Sir'. Later when Skip started to wash her friend, Brenda started to protest just as Larry walked in. "I ordered Skip to give you a good washing. She is to do it and if you give her any crap she has my full permission to swat your arse as hard as she wants. Understood?" Brenda nodded. "Skip make sure you wash everywhere, in all the crevices. Enjoy yourself. I'm leaving the cuffs on so she won't be able to resist you." With that he left. Skip took him at his word, first washing Brenda's back and migrating down to her arse and between her legs. She didn't consider herself a lesbian but had played with a couple of other girls before she took more interest in boys. However, with a helpless, naked girl in front of her, she took the opportunity to play and finger her sexually. Brenda called out, "Stop it you les," and received a fairly gentle slap on her sore bum cheeks, causing her to cry out. Skip turned Brenda over and played with her breasts and worked down to her clit. Here she spent some time squeezing and manipulating the little nubbin. Brenda became sexually aroused and finally climaxed. The stimulation had aroused Skip too, but she had to remain unfulfilled. "Would you like a bath or a shower tonight? Larry asked when he collected Skip from the cellar. She chose the shower. "You could do with one too," Skip tentatively suggested, noting that Larry was in his shorts and vest after having worked out in his own gym. Larry agreed and quickly removed his few clothes and started the shower going. They waited for a few minutes for the water to get up to temperature and then he picked Skip up and carried her in with one hand under her crotch. "You're wet," he remarked, "Did washing Brenda turn you on?" "I guess so," Skip smiled. They washed each other and by the time the water was turned off, Larry had a full erection with her paying particular attention to his cock and he making sure she was very clean between her thighs. "Now look what you've done," he laughed. "Do you want to try and do it with me? Would Miss Harriet mind if we did?" For an answer he led her to a spare bedroom, pulled back the bedclothes and gently lifted her into the sheets. It was chilly but with the duvet pulled back over them and the closeness of their bodies they soon warmed up. "Oh it's so nice to lie on sheets again. Have you any idea of what it's like to just have coarse blankets against your skin all night, Larry?" "We'll just have to see if your performance can earn you sheets and maybe even pillows," Larry laughingly replied. Skip opened her legs. She hadn't actually been fucked many times and never in the comfort of a bed. Mostly it had been standing upright in a doorway. Larry put on a condom and massaged her slit with the end of his cock for some minutes until her juices had begun to flow freely. He entered. Slowly. Skip cried out but it was more surprise than pain. Holding his bulk off her small body he entered part way and then started to gently pump back and forth into her. Gradually as the lining of her cunt stretched and became more able to accommodate him, he thrust deeper and more forcibly. Never had she felt so excited by sex. Before long she wanted to beg his the push harder but refrained. "I don't want him to think I'm a whore," she thought just before a climax overwhelmed her. Shortly after Larry shot his seed into the rubber and still impaling himself inside her rolled her on top of him and the pair rested for a while. Their sweat ran together until slowly they cooled off. "Thanks. Larry," Skip murmured as she slipped off of him. "Thanks to you as well, Skip. I enjoyed it too but remember, this isn't love. It's enjoyable fucking. Sex." "Yeah whatever. It was good but I think I will be sore there for a while. Nice soreness though." Skip waited a moment then added, "But did it earn me a pair of sheets? Or could I spend the night here?" Larry laughed out loud, "I don't think you really did it just for sheets! But yes, we'll find you sheets and pillows. Sorry though, I don't think at this stage I can let you sleep here." "How many fucks to buy that?" Skip giggled. Larry gave her a playful smack. Skip turned serious. "Larry? Would you agree to me phoning my parents to tell them I'm okay? I am sure they will be getting worried now. I've been away for a day or two before but not as long as this." "I'm been thinking about that too," Larry admitted, "Can I trust you not to give away where you are? And can you get them to let Brenda's folk know?" "They'll be less worried. There's only her mum anyhow. Bren's run away before but I can get mum to phone her too. No doubt you will be close enough to me to snatch the phone away if I start to say something I shouldn't. You've got my mobile so the call wouldn't easily be traceable." Larry went and got her phone. "Answering machine," Skip remarked after she had dialled. She left a message to say she was okay and would be staying away for a bit. She also asked them to phone Bren's mum. "It's getting late," Larry observed, "We'll make some hot chocolate and take you back downstairs. I should have put Harry to bed a while back." "How'd you earn these, you snidey bitch? And why aren't you cuffed and hobbled like me?" demanded Brenda when they were settled in bed for the night. "I suppose you opened your legs and let him fuck you. You're nothing but a whore, bitch" Brenda was annoyed at being left alone for a long time. Skip didn't answer directly. Pulling the bedclothes back she planted two hard smacks on Brenda's already sore bum, causing her to yell in pain and start verbally abusing her again. "You want another couple Bren?" Skip enquired. Brenda shook her head, no. "Well then just shut up. Start to appreciate what I have been able to get for us. Yes. We did fuck and it was great. I'm sore and tender down there but I would do it again if I get the chance. He's big but he was quite gentle and took a long while so I came before he did. While you keep fighting him, you'll just be sore. Sore arse and sore in the head." "I'll be reported missing soon, so we may be rescued." "No, I phoned home and said we were okay." Brenda was silent at that remark. Skip held her as they snuggled under the covers again, "Look Bren, there's no need for us to fight. We did a terrible thing to Dwarfie and now we are paying. I'm really sorry for what we did to that poor woman and this is a way to make amends. I am sure we are over the worst part. We know he's boss. Once we accept that and try to cooperate it will get better. Even Dwarfie said he wasn't to hurt us any more for what we did to her." "You didn't get a belting this morning!" "I didn't kick the piss bucket over!" They were silent for a while until Skip said, "Bren, I think deep down you are actually sorry for what you did. You just wont admit it. Your pride at being in control of everyone clouds your judgement." "Maybe," Brenda sleepily replied, "I did feel a little guilty when I saw her the other day." "Then admit it Bren. Tell them you're sorry." ***** "You fucked her, didn't you?" Harriet questioned Larry when he put her to bed. "Yes. I'll tell you all the details if you want when I get to bed too." Harriet wanted to know the full story and she got it. Larry cuddled her and felt between her legs. She was wet. "I'll be glad when I am well enough for you to do it to me," she said, "For now would you mind just massaging me there. It feels so nice, then I will do it to you if you wish." Harriet thought to herself, "If I am to compete with those young girls for his affections, then I will have to give myself to him even if it causes me some pain." She knew he would not do anything he knew would hurt her so hesitated before suggesting, "I will suck you too if you'd like that." "Of course I would like it Harry. I just haven't wanted to force you to do anything. How about if we do it to each other?" Carefully Larry rearranged Harriet's body on top of him, her mouth at his cock and his was between her stubby legs. Tentatively each started to mouth the other. They lay like that for a long time until Harriet had climaxed twice and Larry was ready to come. He warned her but she just kept her lips closed around him and took his seed in her mouth.
Chapter 7. Failed escape "How would you like to do some outside work, Skip?" Larry asked. "Not dressed like this!" Skip protested. Both she and Brenda were wearing thin coveralls. "No, dressed like a work women for working in the woods." Things had been quiet for the last three days. Skip, with a little reluctant help from Brenda had painted their cell, as they always called their room and Skip was starting to clear the cellar. Larry had overheard them arguing when he took tea down earlier. "Why don't you fuck him again and get us some more luxuries like hair spray and shampoo and make-up. You used to use plenty of hair spray when your hair was spiky." "I'm not a whore. If I want a fuck, I'll let him. Certainly not to get luxuries for you. You've done hardly anything to earn them. Why don't you open your legs for him?" "My arse is too sore, stupid!" "And Dwarfie is still sore. You did that remember. It was your idea of revenge. It was your idea that landed us here." "You helped." "And now I regret it. You went too far. She's actually a nice person when you get to know her." Larry quietly exited the cellar and re-entered with a bang. The conversation ceased. Larry gave Brenda a mug of tea and asked Skip to help in the kitchen. "Why can't I go in the kitchen too?" Brenda demanded. "Simply because of what you did and Harry is afraid you might try to do it again. It will take a long while for her to trust you." It was while they were sitting at the table Larry asked her about outdoor work. "We won't go out in really bad weather but at the moment there is a lot to do and with having to keep an eye on Harry and doing an hour or two's training a day, the work is getting on top of me. At this time of year, the work is clearing the understory. All the dead undergrowth and burning it. It will be physically hard but at least it is outside in the fresh air." Skip agreed provided she was properly dressed for outside work. Larry found the clothes she had worn when she was abducted and also a heavy coat of Harriet's and took her into town to a working men's clothing store. Despite being smaller than most workmen, they came away with overall, boots, sweaters, gloves and items of protective eye wear. After lunch, she changed into her work clothes and they set off along the path into the woods. It was a very cold but bright afternoon but it would soon be dark. Larry thought it would be a good introduction to the work in the woods. It wouldn't go on for too long. At the start, Larry used the billhook and Skip cleared and dragged the debris into a heap in a clearing. Even with her protective clothing, Skip couldn't avoid scratches on her arms and legs and stinging nettles caught her several times. She returned home tired from the work and from the cold wind, yet it felt really good to have been out in the open air. Twice she had seen a green woodpecker, the first she'd seen in her life. Larry had pointed out deer track and dung but they were making too much noise to see the them. They showered together and when they had dried off, Skip, seeing his semi erection asked, "Would you like to?" "It will have to be a quick one with no promises of a reward." "Larry, I am not asking for a favour. I enjoyed this afternoon. It's just that showering with you makes me horny." He took her to the spare bed and without too much foreplay, entered her deeply, At first she winced and seeing this Larry eased up on her for a short while until her cunt accommodated him better and her juices were really flowing. Thereafter he fucked her with vigour until both had climaxed. They had to return to the shower for a quick rinse afterwards. It was then time to help in the kitchen. "Could we not invite Bren up to eat with us?" Skip asked. "I thought you didn't want any favours," smiled Larry, "What do you say Harry?" "She looked uncertain but said, "Okay, as long as you are here all the time." ***** Skip and Larry were walking home in the twilight after a hard day in the woods. It was the fourth day in a row they had been out. For November the weather had been abnormally dry. They had cleared quite an area of undergrowth and thinned a few trees. Larry saw his work mate seemed unusually quiet. "What's up Skip?" For some yards they walked in silence until Skip blurted out, "I want to go home. I want to see my mum and dad. Even if it is just for a short while." Tears came to her eyes. "I actually enjoy being here and working but I miss home as well." "Skip, I've enjoyed having your company but I don't think I ought to keep you any longer or the other bitch. Look, it's Wednesday today, the forecast is for another two days of dry weather. How about staying here until Saturday and I will take you both home then?" Pleased by the news, Skip hugged him. "Don't tell Brenda what we plan otherwise I think she will become even more disruptive." ***** Friday morning, the pair were working at clearing a tree they had felled. Larry had just stopped the chain saw when they heard his mobile ring. It was a text message. "HELP!! HARRY" The pair ran home, hardly noticing the pile of wood that had been a veranda as they rushed in. Brenda was sitting on the bed in the spare room. Her coverall was torn and there were scratches on various parts of her body, none that seemed serious. "Please don't beat me again," she pleaded, "I just wanted to get away. I didn't intend to hurt Miss Harriet." "Tell her Skip," Larry instructed. "We're going home tomorrow, you should have waited. What happened?" Harriet stood shaking but answered. "I took her coffee and when I opened the cellar door she pushed past me and ran to the door. It was locked so she ran upstairs and opened the front room window and jumped out on to the balcony but the boards were rotten and she went through. Only her body. Her arms were above the boards. I leaned out of the window but couldn't pull her up. Not all the boards had broken off so every time I tried to lift, the boards jammed her ribs." "Well you obviously did get her out, dear." "I didn't know what to do. I phoned you but you didn't answer. I heard the chainsaw so I guessed you couldn't hear the ring so I texted you. If I went for you, by the time you got back the rest of the balcony might have collapsed. I remembered the ladder alongside the garage. I got that and put it against the wall under her." "You carried that ladder and got it against the wall?" Larry was incredulous. "That would be heavy and difficult for you even if you were fully recovered. How on earth did you manage it?" "She dragged it," Brenda cut in. "Getting it up the wall was the difficult bit. You really need to be tall to do that but I got it up and under her. She was yelling 'hurry up Dwarfie!' and wriggling. "I'm sorry Miss Harriet, I shouldn't have called you that. I was panicking. I thought the whole lot was going to come down at any time. Sorry. So sorry Miss." "I hope you're also sorry for what you did to her at her house," Skip remarked icily. "Yeah, I'm sorry for that too. Really I am Harriet." "But how were you able to free her?" Larry asked. Skip had started to remove her friends clothes so they could see the extent of her injuries. So far none seemed severe. Mainly scratches. "I yelled for her to stay still and for once she took some notice." I climbed the ladder and put her feet on my shoulders but she started yelling and moving and nearly fetched me off, so I smacked her arse hard and told her to shut up and stay still. Luckily this time she obeyed. The whole thing seemed to be slowly coming away from the wall so I held it up with one hand and then broke away the boards that held her with the other until she was free. By moving up the ladder, I was able to push her high enough for her to reach the window ledge and pull herself up. I was still......." Harry passed out. Larry laid her on the bed and was about his fury on Brenda when Harry opened her eyes again. "It's okay," she whispered tiredly, "She can tell you the rest. She saved me." "Well?" Larry asked angrily. Brenda took up the narrative. "I'm sorry Larry, Sorry Harriet." "Get on with it!" "I had a good hold on the window sill and could look down. I could see Dwarfie, sorry Harriet, wouldn't be able to get down without the veranda falling on top of her. I put my feet through the hole in the boards and shouted to her to put my toes under a bearer. She did and I was able to hold it in place until she got down and out of the way. She came in here and then you arrived." Brenda was now naked and Skip washed her scratches especially those on her feet where the wood had abraded the flesh as finally the weight won its battle with her toes. All seemed superficial and while she might have some bruising under her tits later, she seemed okay. "Aren't you in pain as well?" asked Skip. Harriet, now sitting up again, admitted she was, especially her chest. The weight of Brenda on her shoulders and the weight of the veranda had started the cracked ribs hurting again." "I suppose now I deserve another thrashing," Brenda stated, "But please go easy. I am sorry for what I did. I am sorry for what I did earlier. I have been ever since I saw her on the first day but I wouldn't admit it to you." "Well I certainly think you deserve a thrashing Brenda, but I'm not going to do it..." Larry stated. Brenda looked in askance at him when he didn't appear to end the sentence. "Harry is." He removed his belt and gave it to her. Taking the towel Skip had used to dry her wounds, he tied Brenda's wrists to the bed head. "Harry, we'll leave you with her. Call if you need help." Left alone, Harriet sat alongside Brenda, her body was indeed very sore and she felt tired but she had some pride and wanted to make sure Brenda knew who was boss. Taking the belt she placed it across Brenda's bare arse and left it there. The girl flinched as she felt the leather touch her skin and was surprised when Harriet didn't pick it up again. As she watched Harriet removed her muddy shoes and placed them under the bed. Slowly and painfully standing again, she untied the towel binding Brenda to the bed head and freed her wrists. This wasn't what Brenda was expecting. "What are you going to do?" she asked, puzzled. Harriet didn't reply but climbed on the bed and lay alongside her. "Nothing. I'm tired, you're stressed from your ordeal. Enough hurt has been done. Just feel the leather on your bum and think what I could have done. Imagining the hurt should be enough for today. You could have let me be killed, but didn't." Harriet put her arms around the girls neck and pulled her close. Brenda cried. Cried real tears of sorrow for what she had done. After all the hurt she had caused, Dwarfie had risked her own life to help her and was then taking her revenge with kindness. That in a way was worse than a thrashing. "I'm so sorry Dwarfie," she muttered and then remembered, Sorry, Miss Harriet." "It's okay, Bren. It is not so much what you say, as the way you say it." When Larry looked in after half an hour, they were both asleep, cradled in each other's arms. ***** "How many fucks did it take for him to agree to let us go?" Brenda started to taunt Skip as they lay on their cell bed for the last night. The door was no longer locked and there were no restraints, no hobbles. "Actually we only did it three times and the last was some days ago. And then we did it for pleasure. I just asked him if I could see mum and dad again soon and he agreed. So don't you start being a bitch again." She gripped Brenda's tits. They were very tender from having partly supported her weight on the balcony. "Remember you are not boss girl now. We have our separate lives to live." She pulled Brenda to her and felt a thigh slip between her legs and added, "But sometimes people need to be close." Her thigh too found it's way against her friend's crotch. Both started gently humping each other. Their lips met. "This is probably the last chance we'll get to do this so let's make memorable." For the next hour, their bodies intertwined until each had climaxed a number of times and they were exhausted. "Larry?" Skip asked as they prepared to leave, "Would you let me come back again after the weekend? I'd work hard. I'd be a sort of free slave." "No," Larry's definite reply startled and surprised her and the others round the table. Larry waited, "You can have a paid job here as general help, at least until Harry is fully recovered. By then you may decide you want to do something else. Or have a husband or who knows. Job starts Monday."
Epilogue. In May of the following year, Skip was still working for Larry. I was a small wage job but she particularly enjoyed working out in the open and in the woods. "Interested in doing this course?" Larry passed a brochure that had come in the mail. "Yes, but I couldn't afford it." "I'll pay the fees if you'll agree to work here for one year minimum afterwards and perhaps help out at weekends and holidays." The college was only forty miles away so returning at weekends was no hardship. Skip enjoyed learning woodland management and how a small woodland could be made profitable. In February she was at the house during half term. "Larry, these woods will be beautiful in a month or so when the bluebells are all in flower. Why don't we organise a few tours at a couple of pounds a head over the Easter Bank Holiday weekend? We'd only need to clear a few paths and make sure there were no real deep boggy bits." "Would you organise it? For a commission? We'd need to limit the numbers and have them guided round. No wandering just anywhere." Skip did organise it although being at college, Harry had to take the bookings. So many applied to come on the tours, Larry had to take groups around as well. Skip was about the take the last tour of the Sunday and Larry had just seen his group off. "No bright red hair now then?" Skip turned to find Brenda standing alongside a slighter older man. She obviously wasn't dressed for walking and neither was he. Skip called Larry over and asked him to take her group around. "How's Harry? She still here?" Brenda asked. "Yes, come in the house and see her." Before entering, Brenda looked up and noticed the balcony had been repaired Skip saw her look up and laughed. "Yes, we fixed it, just in case you wanted to jump out of the window again." Ronnie, the boyfriend, smiled but didn't understand the remark and no one enlightened him. They chatted until Larry came back and reminisced for a further hour over tea and cakes. Brenda seemed to have straightened herself out and was also doing a college course. The following day, again it was Skip taking the last party round. One of the men seemed a bit strange. For a start he carried a clipboard which immediately made Larry very wary. Was he from officialdom? Was there some planning rules he didn't know about. He followed and noticed how the man lagged behind, looked up into the trees, made notes and tried to get away from the path when he could. Skip cautioned him twice but when she was hidden around the bend in the track he went off for the third time. "I think you had better return to the car park with me, Sir," Larry suggested. He towered intimidatingly above the man, "And perhaps you can explain what you are doing here. It's quite clear you are not an ordinary tourist." "George Fremont. I'm from the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds. The RSPB want to lease these woods as a nature reserve." "No!" Larry interrupted, "These are commercial woodlands." "?2,000 a year." "No! I own these woods and I don't want to be told where I can or cannot go because there is a lesser spotted snow bunting preening in a certain lime tree." "There's no such bird." "Whatever. I think you had better leave." "?2,500." "No!" "That's more profit than you'd make commercially. Surely only a fool would turn down such an offer." "No! Damn you, no!" Larry was becoming exasperated with the man. "You'd better leave. I won't have dealings with you any more." "Can we discuss a management policy? Having an adviser from the RSPB working with you?" "Perhaps? As long as it is not with you." Larry's dislike for the man and his underhand methods had increased with their conversation. "Get your organisation to appoint three nominees and we, that is my manager and I, will interview them." ***** "What do you think, Skip?" "Stephan." Skip reply was immediate and definite, "He may not be the most highly qualified but I think I could work closely with him." "Very close," smiled Larry. "Or should I say, intimately? But I liked him too. What about Sheila? She seemed okay too." "Yeah, but you're going to be a married man soon so you'd better keep your eyes off her!" They settled on Stephan. Harry liked him as well so he was invited to spend a weekend with them. All four spent most of the morning in the woods discussing management. Harry stayed behind in the afternoon and when at dusk, Stephan suggested they watched for woodcocks along the main ride, Larry guessed he and Skip really wanted to be alone. They did watch the ride until it was almost too dark to see and then settled on the grass. Skip felt his hands clasp her breasts and slid her's down to his crotch. Feeling it was hard she murmured, "That's the sort of wooden cock I like." Before long he was inside her and the pair rutted away, doing what nature intended. Next morning when Larry took tea into her room he found it empty. Knocking on Stephan's bedroom door he called out, "Room service!" "Come in," Skip answered. Finis.
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