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Chapter 3 – Driving down memory lane

 

Pete’s view

 

The morning started out as normal, with me having the car ready on time for Mr Thomas.  I looked up as Mr Thomas and Julie headed down the stairs. She looked beautiful, but her clothes certainly left little to the imagination, with a short skirt and a top that showed off her stomach. “Good morning Mr Thomas, Miss.”  I held the door open as Julie got in first, her naked bottom on view under her short skirt. Trying not to stare, I was sure that her bottom looked bruised.  Mr Thomas watched her enter the car and then told me where he wanted me to go. Not wanting to seem nosy I kept my glances to the back seat to a minimum, but it didn’t take long to see Julie was having trouble sitting in one spot for long.

 

Our first stop was the bus depot and instead of getting out, I heard Mr Thomas speaking in a whisper to Julie, tears running down her face at his words. The next stop was the train station and this time, they did get out.  Mr Thomas told me to park the car and remain with it and they would be back soon. I saw Julie being virtually pulled from the car and made to cross over the road to the station. I stayed in the car as I had been told, playing with the radio and wondering what was happening, when I realised I really needed to go to the toilet.  . Hoping that it would be a while yet before Mr Thomas and Julie returned, I headed over to the station.

 

I took a wrong turn as I made my way back to the car and was just about to turn back, when I heard what sounded like the voice of Mr Thomas. I knew I shouldn’t but I just had to have a look to see what was going on. At least I knew he wasn’t back at the car waiting for me.  At first, all I could see was a group of street kids, all male, standing in a group and then I heard the sound. It was a kind of low moan and as I moved around a bit, I could make out what looked like a blonde head of hair, much like Julies, in the middle of the group.  One of the boys started to undo his belt and I suddenly realised what I was seeing.  It was Julie in the middle of the boys and she was giving each one a blowjob. 

 

I felt sick at the way she was being made to degrade herself, her head bobbing up and down and her hands made to take two more penises. I had to fight the urge to help her, knowing that this was not the time or place to do anything.  Once back at the car, I took a huge drink of water, my throat suddenly dry.  What must it be like to be used in that way?  I could not imagine how Julie would be feeling but knew that I had to pull myself together or I would ruin everything. 

 

It was about half an hour later when they returned, Julie looking pale and her tears obvious on her face.  Her hair was messy and she had to spend the next ten minutes fixing her makeup and then her hair.  Concentrating on the road,  I tried to ignore the rage in me at her treatment and hoped Mr Thomas would not see my white knuckles on the steering wheel.

 

At the next stop, a seedy looking tattoo parlour, I was asked to park the car and then come into the parlour.  As curious as I was to know what was going to happen, I wasn’t so sure I wanted to know. However I did what was asked and a few minutes later found myself in the back room of the place.  Julie was just sitting down in a chair and Mr Thomas was talking to a man whose whole body seemed to be covered in tatts.  I glanced at Julie and saw she was looking curiously at me, and then her eyes grew wide as she appeared to remember me. Although I had been driving her around for over three weeks, this was the first time she had seen me face to face and without my driver’s hat and sunglasses.  Holding a finger to my lips, I saw her nod as she looked quickly away.

 

It was just as well, as at that moment, the two men turned back to Julie.  I didn’t yet know why I was required but hoped it was nothing too serious.  “Pete, I brought you in here to help us decide on which design Julie should get.  You see, today is a special day as it is a year since we first met.  I like this one here but I am also partial to this one.”  He had pointed to two different designs, one a fancy number one and the other a flower in which the number one formed part of one leaf. My only thought was that they would both hurt, but pretended to be thinking and then picked the one he had mentioned second, the one with the flower.  He nodded, seemingly pleased with my choice.  Behind us I had heard Julie crying and thought it seemed that she was not too happy with the idea of getting a tattoo. 

 

“Thanks Pete, I do like that one. What do you think Julie, a flower to remember our first year together?” Julie did not respond, just continuing to cry. “Pete, you can go back to the car now, unless you want to watch.”  I didn’t know what to do, but thought that I shouldn’t let any opportunity to find out what was really happening to slip by. “Well, I have never seen anyone get a tattoo, so if you don’t mind Sir, I will stay for a while.”  He smiled at me, a smile that seemed to say that he knew something I didn’t.  It made me feel slightly uncomfortable but I just smiled back and took a seat out of the way, but where I had a good view of Julie.

 

Her face had grown very pale and I was worried that she would pass out.  It was very clear that this was not her idea and again I had to keep my cool and not just try to get her out of the place.  I heard Mr Thomas call the man with the tatts Roger and I watched at he began to prepare Julie. It seemed it was to go on her lower back and she was made to lie on her stomach.  I just happened to be in a position to see her eyes and was close enough to touch her hand.  The mirror on the roof allowed me to see the tattoo at it was done and I had to admire her strength. She did not scream or call out, though her face was covered with tears and her sobs could be heard in the room.

Mr Thomas did nothing to comfort her, so about half way through I took her hand in mine. She almost squeezed my fingers to death, but I didn’t mind.  She didn’t look at me but I was sure I was being some help to her.  After about half an hour, Roger got up and walked back into the front of the parlour. 

 

“Well, Julie, it looks very nice, not that is it ready to show yet.  Pete, we are almost done here, go and get the car ready and we will be out in a little while.”  I let go of her hand and went out to the front, stalling a bit to see if anything else was going on. As I was leaving, I hear Mr Thomas say something about thanking Roger and then the sound of a zipper.  It didn’t take a genius to work out what was going on and again I felt a rush of anger at the way Julie was being treated.   About ten minutes later, they were back in the car, a bandage coving the tattoo on her lower back. 

 

“Head back to the house now.” The drive back to the house was a quite one, with Mr Thomas reading the paper and Julie just staring out the window.  As I pulled into the drive, I again saw Mr Thomas lean and whisper something into Julie’s ear and saw her shudder. Looking quickly away, I hurried to open the door and let the two out.  Mr Thomas pulled Julie out and then turned to me.  “Pete, you did a good job this morning. As this is a special day, I would like you to come over to the house at 2pm and join us in the celebration.” He gave me no time to answer and I just assumed he would not take no for an answer anyway. 

 

I waited till they were inside before driving the car into the garage and having some lunch. My mind was full of the events of the morning and on what would happen this afternoon.  I knew I would have to continue to play along with whatever Mr Thomas wanted, but had no idea how far I would be forced to go.

 

Julie’s view

 

When we had returned from the morning’s adventures, I was left alone while Sean went off to organise whatever he had planned for the afternoon.  It amazed me that after a year, he could still surprise me.  When I had walked into the station and seen the street kids, I knew what he would make me do.  However, knowing and doing are two different things and by the time the last boy had his cock in my mouth, my throat was sore and my eyes were stinging from crying. It was not even that I had to suck off five of them, but the memory of my last night of freedom that really upset me.  I had so often played the what if game, what if I had not run away, what if I had not noticed my money was gone until later, what if I had seen the car, but nothing could change the way things were now.

 

My back was starting to hurt and I took the two tablets Sean had left by the bed.  I was furious that he had now marked my body but knew better than to let him know that.  I had not yet seen the tattoo but at least it seemed to only cover a small area of my back.  Thinking of the tattoo made me wonder again about the new driver. I had been certain he was the same guy I had spoken to at the brothel a few weeks ago, the one who wanted to help me. Was it just a coincidence or was he the one who would take me away from here? I had learnt not to wish for too much, as I only got disappointed.  Maybe I would find out more this afternoon, though I dreaded to think what evil surprises Sean had in store for me.

 

I must have fallen asleep, the sound of Sean’s voice waking me up.  I had to wince as I moved, the tattoo on my back hurting.  He held out two more tablets and I took them, watching him as he looked even smugger then usual. “I hope you are well rested and ready for your special celebration. I have gone to some trouble to make it something you will remember for a long time, so I think you might need to thank me now.” I knew what he wanted and hoped it would only be a quick one this time.  “Kneel by the side of the bed, your ass sticking out for me.”   I was still aware of the tattoo, but at least there was no pressure on it.  “Come on, spread those legs, surely you should know how to do that by now.” I did as he said, the memory of all the other times I had done the same thing running through my mind.

 

Sean must not have been satisfied as he used his foot to push my knees even further apart, so far I thought I would split.  I felt him move behind me and the sound of his spit. Bracing myself for what I was sure was coming, I felt him rub around my asshole, using only the spit on his fingers. He repeated this a few more times and then placed his cock on my small hole.  I wanted to scream, but he had placed a hand over my mouth and just pushed in.  Despite all the times I had been buggered, it still hurt to feel a cock surge in. Sean somehow managed to get his cock all the way in, the agony building as he started to move in me. 

 

My tears must have been making his hand wet, but he did not remove it, only held on tighter.  My muffled screams reached my ears as he pounded into me, the tattoo aching as the skin around it was forced to move as he moved.  By the time he was done, his cum dripping down into my pussy and my ass sore, I somehow sensed that this was just the start. He held his cock in me as he pulled my hair back.  “Julie, I want you to know that this year has been one of best I have had ever had, and it is all because of you.”  In my head I was screaming the foulest things I could think of while on the surface I remained passive. Letting go of my hair, I fell forward onto the bed. He removed his now deflated cock and lifted my head up again, only to push his now shit covered cock into my mouth.

 

The taste was horrid as was the smell, but like all things I had learnt to do over the year, I knew to just do as he wanted. I tired to stifle my gags as I used my tongue to clean him and then swallowed him down to my throat to get it really clean. I had also learnt that it allowed the spit covered shit to just wash down into my stomach, so I didn’t have to taste it.  Letting his cock return to my mouth, I used my tongue again to make sure it was all clean.  Satisfied that it was, I tried to move my head back, only to have it held firm by his strong grip.

 

“Nice, it seems you have learnt some things over the year.  Now, you have twenty minutes to be ready to celebrate.”  He let go and walked out the door, leaving me  lying on the bed.  After a few moments, I slowly got to my feet, though all I felt like doing was curling up on the bed.  I had become very good at blocking out what was happening to me, but Sean’s constant reminder of what had happened a year ago was making it all just too much to take.  I shook my head and made myself concentrate on getting ready. 

 

By the time Sean had entered the room again, I had applied some makeup and washed by self with some warm water and a sponge, not sure if I could get the tattoo wet yet.  At least while I was in the house, I didn’t have to worry about what to wear. I looked up and seeing the grin on his face, just had to look away, my stomach in knots over what was going to happen. During my brief glance I had noticed some clothes in his hand and thought they looked kind of familiar.

 

“Julie, stand up and get dressed. It is almost time for our special celebration.”  He placed the clothes on the bed as I stood and I recognised them as the same clothes I had worn when he had brought me to his house.  The unfairness of everything he had done welled up in me as I saw what used to be one of my favourite outfits, but now just reminded me of that day.  ‘Well go on, get dressed, people are waiting.”  This only made me feel more dread of what was to come and I felt glued to the spot.  Sean gripped my arm and spun me around at the same time as his hand connected with my right cheek.  “Julie, don’t waste my time, now get into those clothes!”  My cheek was stinging from his slap, but it had reminded me of what I had to do and I moved quickly to dress 

The skirt felt loose around my waist and top hung off my shoulders. I had not realised how much weight I had lost over the year but I should not have been surprised.  Sean didn’t seem to mind the loose fit as he dragged me off down the hall to what he liked to call his fun room. It was just a big open space in which he would place different items to torture me with. Today it just held a couch, the same one I had woken up on that first day and a large brass bed.   As I was moved into the room, I was able to see that there were also a number of large boxes in the corner.  My nerves were on edge and his touch on my shoulder made me jump.

 

“Go and lie on the couch.”  Sean followed me as I made my way over to the couch and proceeded to tie me to it.  My hands were tied so they were above my head and my legs were spread wide.  He then shoved a ball gag into my mouth and covered my eyes with a blind fold.  My heart was beating wildly as I heard him leave the room and then what seemed like a few minutes later, return with at least one other person.

 

“Doctor, I am glad you could make it here so quickly.  We hit her with the car and I think she hit her head on the road.”  I was confused by what Sean was saying and then it suddenly hit me.  He was re-enacting what had happened on the day he brought me home but I had an awful feeling it would not be the way I remembered it. “You will need to do a thorough exam, Doctor, as I would hate to think you missed something important.” 

 

The feel of a set of cold hands lifting up my skirt made me jump and then I felt a hand on my pussy. “Well, everything seems to be in order on the outside but I will have to check inside to make certain, but first I will need to remove these clothes”  I heard the sound of material being cut and then ripped as the skirt was removed. Next came my top, which he just ripped of me, the sound of the material tearing making me think back to when I had first worn it. I knew that the only reason Sean had made me wear them was to make me remember the times I had chosen to put them on.  It seemed that today,  not only was he able to hurt me physically but he was also getting into my head as well.   

 

I tried not to tense up as something cold and hard  worked it way up into my pussy.  It was twisting inside of me and though it did not really hurt, it felt very strange.  The thing was removed and what I thought was the same thing was pushed into my ass. However, as it was pushed in further, the size told me it was not the same thing. Again there was no major pain and I had just started to relax when the thing started to grow bigger.  It was stretching out my ass to a point where I thought it could go no more, but it did.  By the time it finally stopped, I felt like someone had stuck a log up my butt. 

 

“Now, I had better see if she has suffered any damage to her breasts.”  Leaving the thing in my butt, his hands moved up to squeeze my breasts. I couldn’t help the moans that escaped as he manipulated my breasts roughly.  When he moved onto my nipples, my moans turned to screams as pulled them out and pinched them.  The blindfold was becoming wet from my tears and I was having to breath deeply as the pain increased.

 

“Well, these seem to be in order but I think I will need to do an even more through exam before I am satisfied.”  The sound of a zipper being lowered was followed by his body covering mine.  He had not undressed fully, his clothes rubbing against me as he moved his penis into me.  With the thing still in my ass, he had to push firmly to get all of his cock into me.  By the time he was fully into me, I could hardly breath and this only got worse as he began to thrust into me.   His hands returned to my breasts, squeezing them as he fucked me powerfully.  When he was about to cum, he pulled his cock out and spurted all over me, his grunts loud in the room. 

 

His cum was all over my breasts and on my face.  I just wanted to wipe it off but had to let it stay where it was.  “All seems to be fine here, in fact she seems to be in great shape.”  The object was removed from my butt, it being returned it to its original size before sliding it out.  I breathed a sigh of relief, even while I was trying to figure out what Sean might have planned for me next.