Chapter 3. A new girl friend
Shaking slightly for reasons she couldn't understand, Judith lay on the top of
the bed facing Hilary. "Jude, from what you have told me, I guess your parents
probably taught you that sex is a sin. Something that is nasty and dirty. Yet
from what you heard of their love making, they enjoyed it. Sally too told you
what she did. Did she enjoy it?" Judith said she thought she did. "Well let's
see if you will like it too. Remember I am not going to force you to do
anything. If you don't like what I do, just turn the other way. I am not going
to hurt you, nor will you become pregnant as you might if I was a man so just
relax a little and let your body respond in the way it wants. For a start, lets
just hold and cuddle each other like we did in the shower. I'll keep my hands
away from your bottom."
For the second time that day, Judith found herself pressed close to the body of
a naked woman and again felt the love vibes flow between them. They kissed,
gently at first but then with greater passion. Mouths opened and tongues waged a
mock war. Hilary rolled Judith on top of her so she would not have her weight on
her sore bum. In doing so she insinuated one of her legs between Judith's and
her thigh could feel moistness from her friend's vagina. Judith could feel it
too and was rather embarrassed by it. "Don't worry darling," Hilary whispered,
"Feel how wet I am between my thighs." She took one of Judith's hands and placed
over her cunt. It was very wet. "That shows you are sexually exciting me," she
said, "Now let me feel you with my hand."
Judith was amazed with herself when she didn't object. Hilary's hand gently
caressed her pubic mound and then turned its attentions to her clitoris. Despite
her repressed upbringing, Judith knew what was happening to her. She had
masturbated in the quiet and dark of her room even though her mother had not
infrequently cautioned her against performing the ritual of the devil. Judith's
breathing became more ragged until she couldn't repress a small cry as she
reached a climax. It was a far more powerful climax that any she had on her own.
"Did you enjoy that darling?" Hilary enquired but Judith just kissed her in
reply. They lay quietly together for a while longer until Hilary said, "Jude?
You do realise this is a two way thing. What I did to you, you should now do to
me in return." Again she took one of Judith's hands and placed in on her moist
cunt. Tentatively the younger girl massaged the area and, under Hilary's
instruction, concentrated on the clit area. She then had her insert a finger
inside. Hilary was no virgin, she just preferred sex with females rather than
men. Men seemed to her uncouth and unrefined. Even with Judith's inexperience,
it wasn't long before Hilary climaxed. She whispered and kissed her thanks.
They separated and lay side by side holding hands for a while. Hilary stared at
the ceiling; Judith lay more or less face down. "Jude? I'm going to make a cup
of tea. Do you want one?" On receiving an affirmative answer Hilary made the
drinks and when the cups were empty she said, "I think we should try and get
some sleep now. We have to get away promptly in the morning. I've got to do the
pick up at 9 a.m. and then we need to find a cyber cafe and get your message
off. Then I have to get to Watford to drop the parcel off and then head back for
Cambridge which is where I live. Would you like some more cream rubbed into that
sore little bum of yours?"
Judith lay awake for a long while, her mind going over the extraordinary events
of the last 36 hours. Had it been only that long since she left school? She
grimaced at the remembrance of the terrible hiding, she wondered if her father
and mother were okay. She wanted them to feel some of the pain and some of the
humiliation they had heaped on her but she wanted them alive, partly to remember
how she turned the tables on them. Then there was the feelings of love she now
felt for her girl friend that lay sleeping peacefully alongside her. Never had
she felt these feelings before. There was pure love and sexual excitement. Her
emotions overcame her and she shed quiet tears until sleep finally came.
The pick-up was actually two large and fairly heavy packages. Fortunately there
were men with barrows to move and lift them into the van. It all went to time.
The sun shone and Judith was happy. They had borrowed a phone book at the
Travellodge and found where the nearest cyber cafe was and were given directions
to the street from the men who loaded the van. Luckily a parking space was
available so they went inside and not only were they able to send the message
they had breakfast as well.
From there on, the journey was horrendous. The M6 motorway around Birmingham was
congested and at times the traffic was at a standstill. It seemed hours before
they could make any real progress and it was early afternoon before they arrived
at Watford. Hilary had phoned the firm and told them of the delay so a caretaker
had stayed behind to await their arrival. He was past retiring age and rather
infirm so the girls had to lift the boxes themselves and get them into the
office. Both were pretty exhausted but there was still the journey around the
M25 and up the M11 to Cambridge. Not the nicest of journeys at the best of times
and much worse on a hot July afternoon with holiday traffic on the road.
Before they left Watford, Hilary asked if she should drop Judith at an railway
station that would take her into central London or would she rather stay in
Cambridge with her for a few days until things sorted themselves out and she was
able to get a job or decided what she really wanted to do. Judith jumped at the
chance of staying with her new friend.
*****
Sheila Jenkins stared in disbelief at the screen when the e-mail came through.
"Chief!" she yelled across the desks. It caught the attention of all those in
the surrounding desks. Normally Sheila just sat quietly at the computer
answering the routine e-mails that came in on behalf of editor or 'Auntie May'.
She had been doing this for six months and rarely did she ask for help, let
alone shout.
"What's up Sheila?" answered the Chief as he lumbered from his desk.
"It's my sister's friend from school. Her parents thrashed her and now she's
left home and tied then up. There's a pic of her arse."
"My God, look at the state of that. You know the girl?"
"Yeah, Sal told me about her mother coming after school on Thursday and taking
Judith away. She was very angry because Sally had given her daughter a shandy
and she wasn't allowed to have alcohol. It was the drink of the devil. They are
religious maniacs."
"Follow it up. Print out the e-mail and pics. Grab Bob and get yourselves down
to the nick. Ask for Sergeant Wilkins. See if you can get yourselves in on the
entry." The Chief gave his orders like bullets from a machine gun. "Jerry, see
what you can find out on the Peters. Rest of you get back to your desks."
Sheila and Bob, the photographer showed the print-outs to the Sergeant who
immediately ordered a policewoman to accompany him to the York Road address.
"We're coming too, Sergeant. Its our story and she is a friend of mine." Sheila
tried and seemed to succeed in putting some authority in her voice.
"Okay, but keep out of the way."
The key was exactly as the e-mail had indicated and entry was without problem.
Ignoring a request to wait, the photographer followed the police to the bedroom
and quickly had a series of pictures before being ushered out of the room. An
acrid smell assailed their nostrils. "Open a window and radio for an ambulance,"
the sergeant ordered the WPC, "Then help untie these knots."
Sheila had returned to the room and was taking notes of the operation. It was a
coup for her to be allowed to report such an incident. Normally it was just
fetes, church events and school sports days. But how would she describe the mess
the couple had made? They had not been able to contain their body functions for
the length of time they had been tied and not only had they lain in their
excreta, their movements to try and loosen their bonds had spread it over a
larger area. The smell was nauseating.
After being tied and gagged for so long, Caroline and Robert had difficulty in
moving or talking. It was several minutes before they were able to stand and
make their way to the bathroom to clean themselves up. There were raw marks
around their wrists and ankles where the bindings had rubbed. When the medics
arrived, Robert tried to send them away but Sergeant Wilkins insisted they had
to be checked out at the hospital and then they would be required to make
statements at the police station. "A criminal offence has been committed by
imprisoning you, and we must investigate it even if you do not wish to prefer
charges," the sergeant said.
"Just leave us alone," replied Caroline, "We can manage on our own."
"I'm sorry we can't do that until we have further investigated this incident. We
just have our job to do. Please dress and go with the ambulance. WPC Watts will
accompany you."
The siren of the police car followed a little after by the wailing of the
ambulance attracted the neighbours attention and a small crowd collected in the
street. As they were still a little unsteady on their feet, the pair were
stretchered to the ambulance and whisked away. Bob got photos of them on the
stretchers.
"Will they be charged with anything or will Judith be charged?" Sheila asked the
sergeant.
"My guess is the whole thing will be dropped but don't quote me on that. I can't
see them pressing charges against their daughter after what they did to her and
I guess Judith won't come back to press charges against her parents."
"So they will get away with it?"
"Not if you do your job and again, I didn't say that!" replied Sergeant Wilkins,
"I reckon the neighbours will humiliate them more than the courts would."
