Eileen Gets Off Lightly.
On a spring
Saturday in 1967, most of the personnel at the Royal Navy base on the South
Coast were anticipating a boring day, just as dull as every other working day.
The exception to this rule was Eileen O'Connor, an attractive twenty-four year
old member of the WRNS, who was afraid the day would be anything but boring. It
could be the day when she got her come-uppance, but she wasn't going to let
that happen. That was why she had arrived at the warehouse nearly forty-five
minutes early, to steal a march on her colleagues in the stocktaking.
It was her
own fault, getting involved with Dennis Hogarth. She had known in her heart
that he was no good. He was a foreman at a car factory, but he seemed to have
unlimited money, a nearly new Aston Martin and apparently, part-ownership of a
racehorse. She didn't ask how a foreman's wages paid for it all. He was very
interested in her, but looking back, she realized that, when he found out that
she worked in a Royal Navy bonded store, he became even more interested. God
knows why she had allowed herself to get sucked into his dishonest scheme, but
she had. She had finished with him now, but the damage was done. The cigarettes
were gone, the stocktake, called at a moment’s notice, was today. Eileen
couldn't help thinking her supervisor, Petty Officer Sally Arrowsmith, had her
suspicions.
It had
sounded simple. The RN cigarettes, in their distinctive white and blue packet,
were brought in from the manufacturer, and then distributed to naval bases
around the country by hauliers. One of these was an associate of her friend
Dennis. Her job was to book out five thousand cigarettes, while handing over
and additional five hundred. These would be spirited away, while the main
consignment arrived at the right place. Eileen was to falsify the records by
not recording some deliveries from the makers, so the loss wouldn't show up.
All she had got out of it was some dining out from Dennis, but then she had
paid for that in his London flat, in kind. Yes, he had done better out of it
than her, if only because none of the profit had come her way.
She had come
to her senses, she thought, but now she was worrying about being discovered,
branded a thief, losing her job, her role in the Navy. Going to prison even.
She had decided that the way to save her bacon was to be involved in the
stocktake. So she volunteered, though she might have been seconded to the task
anyway. She was going to count and record the cigarettes herself, and there
wouldn't be a discrepancy found. This was why she had arrived early. She would
fill in the forms, and sign off those shelves, before Sally and Shirley got in.
That would hide it, in the short term. She could worry about the long term
later, when the pressure was off.
So, unaware of
the watchers, she arrived, let herself into the warehouse and, after locking
the door behind her, set to work immediately. She left her navy blue jacket on
the wooden coatstand, filled the electric kettle and turned it on. Now to work.
She went over to the window, pulled the cord to raise the blind all the way up,
and looped it round the hook. She liked to have some natural light, she got eye
strain without it. She rolled her sleeves up past her elbows, grabbed a pencil
and a pad of inventory tickets and began to record the fictitious stock count.
There were thousands of the cigarettes, in packs of five hundred, but there
should have been seven thousand more. If she was quick, nobody would ever know.
If I'm lucky, I might just keep my job, she told herself.
As she walked
round the bank of Dexion shelving to the first location, she thought she
noticed movement, outside the window, but she ignored it. There was only a high
wooden fence on that side, why would anyone be there. When she went closer and
peered out, she couldn't see anything suspicious. She turned her attention back
to the stock count.
The three men
who stood, pressed up against the wall of the warehouse, looked at their
leader. He was considered the leader because he was the one who planned their
"jobs", and did the research. "Thought you said nobody was here
on Saturdays. That's what he said, wasn't it?" he turned to the third man
for back up.
"There
never was, when I checked. It's busy on weekdays, but closed at weekends. I've
got contacts. Nobody comes here at weekends except for stocktaking. And that’s
once every six months, unless there's an emergency".
"So
maybe there's an emergency" said the other. "We all saw her. That’s
why we're hiding round here, isn't it". The others both nodded. They had
seen and watched as the full-figured blonde, very efficient -looking in her
uniform of dark blue jacket and skirt, over a white shirt and dark tie, walked
up to the wooden door and unlocked it. She hadn't seen them because they saw
her first. They had dived behind a bank of dustbins and watched as she strode
past. She should probably have been wearing a hat, but she didn't have one, the
leader thought. Did that mean no superior officers were going to be around?
Once she was
safely inside, they crept along the side of the building to the window. M,
which was how the leader liked to be addressed, motioned, with a finger on his
lips, for them to be silent. The window hadn't been cleaned in months, he had
to press his face close to see in. The woman had started work. She had hung her
jacket up and rolled her sleeves up, and she seemed to be alone. That was good.
But then she looked over towards the window. He quickly edged away.
She hadn't
seen them, obviously. The window didn't open and nor did the door. "She's
on her own" he said. "Looks like she's writing, filling forms. But
the main thing is, there's only one of her. She'll probably let us in. We can
deal with her easily enough "
"How"
asked Tom, the man with all the questions. "We didn't bring tying-up
stuff, there wasn't going to be anyone here. And, we aren't wearing masks .
She'll be able to describe us".
"Not a
problem, is it?" the third man,(who was known to one and all in the
criminal world as C)." Women have always got enough things to tie them up
with. Stockings!" he added, for the benefit of his puzzled colleagues.
"And this one's wearing a tie as well. Hands, feet and gag as well.
Everything provided . If we want to blindfold her, there'll be something in
there".
With a grin,
M turned to Tom. "C's the man, if there's any tying up to be done. Women,
that is. His area of expertise, you might say. Takes a pride in his work,
specially the well-stacked ones, and the fat ones, now I think of it. In fact,
he's quite sulky if we're on a job where there aren't any lady cashiers to tie
up. He's cheering up a bit now this Wren's turned up".
"S'right,
fate is smiling on me" said C. "What we going to do, then, just knock
the door and she lets us in?"
"Didn't
hear her lock it, actually" said M. "Let's just see".
Eileen was
recording a quantity of two thousand cigarettes against a location which
actually held only one thousand, when she became aware of the door opening very
quietly behind her. She suddenly felt uneasy, she wasn't expecting the others
just yet. She turned round slowly, wondering who she would see.
Well, it
wasn't Petty Officer Arrowsmith. She saw three male figures in silhouette,
walking towards her, one of them closing the door behind him and sliding the
bolt across. Something I should maybe have done, she thought, suddenly worried.
Who were they? They weren't in uniform, in fact they were a bit too casually
dressed for anybody who was at work. "Who are you, I'd like to know?
"She said in her best officious manner.
"Shut
it! I give the orders now" said one of the men, the one nearest to her.
Eileen was taken aback, she hadn't expected this sort of response. He spoke
like a man who expected to be obeyed. Just as she was deciding what to say, he
spoke first. "We're in charge now, keep quiet till I speak to you. Got
it?" Eileen stood open mouthed, staring at him, also aware that one of the
men, over by the window, was cutting the cord on the window blind. "Got
it?" he demanded again, louder and more intimidating.
"Yes,
I've got it" she said. "What's going on?" The window blind
clattered down. She turned quickly to see the man pulling the thin brown cord
free.
"The
cigs" he said, pointing to the bank of shelves."They'll do for a
start, this lot. Then we'll have a look round."
"What
about me?" she asked slowly."What do I have to do?" It had
dawned on her by now that it was a robbery. And they were taking the
cigarettes. Her mind was racing ahead.
"You
don't do anything. Just to make sure you don't, my mate's going to tie you up.
Then we'll do what we came for". Now he was standing right in front of
Eileen, and she had to look up at him. To the right, the second man had
extracted the cords from both ends of the blind and was folding it. She
couldn't help noticing how much there was. Eileen hadn't been tied up before,
and the thought of it scared her. Glancing again at the man with his bundle of
cord, she wondered how much of it a professional criminal would use to tie
somebody up. On the TV, in the crime dramas, the bad men just tied their victims’
hands behind their backs, and their feet together, and quite often, the victims
got free in a few minutes. And if they didn't, they were rescued by John Steed,
or The Saint.
It didn't
sound quite so bad when she thought of it that way. Her discomfort probably
wouldn't last long. But she felt she should make an effort to deter them, not
cave in too easily. "You won't get away with it" she said. "The
police will find you". She had to say something. "And there's no need
to tie me up, there's three of you, I couldn't stop you if I wanted".
The tall man
chuckled" You'll be running down the road shouting for the police as soon
as we left, wouldn't you? We want an hour or more to leave town, so you'll have
to be tied up. You know it makes sense".
Eileen could
see that it made sense. She was also starting to realise that, if the gang got
clean away with all the cigarettes, then her theft would never be discovered.
Like the man said, she'd be tied up for an hour or so, but it was better than
being exposed as a thief. She didn't intend to get caught up in thieving any
more, but nobody would listen if she got found out, she knew that.
Tied up,
though. How, and where, she wondered. There weren't any chairs in the building,
just the six foot by three foot table that was right next to them. She was
about to find out. The cord man draped the cord over her shoulders, drew the
ends forward across her chest, under the arms, round the arm and across to the
other arms. He repeated this a few times, pinning her arms to her sides.
Looking down, Eileen could see all the loops of cord round her body, above and
below her breasts. She tried to move her arms, but she just couldn't. He hadn't
done her hands, but she knew that was coming. She hoped they would be tied in
front, it would be more comfortable, and she wouldn't feel so helpless.
Just as she
feared, the man pulled her hands behind her and pressed them together, her
wrists crossed. She felt the cord coiling round and round them, horizontally,
knotted, then round a few times
vertically and knotted again. She didn't bother trying to move. She guessed
there was no chance of escape. But amazingly, the man hadn't finished. She felt
him fumbling around behind her shoulders, he seemed to be passing cord under
the first cord, the one draped round her shoulders. There was some pulling, and
her bound hands were drawn up towards the middle of her back. Eileen marveled
at the amount of work, and skill even, that went into tying her up. From their
point of view, it meant a successful crime, no arrest and prison, it made sense
when she thought about it. And, unknown to them, it might just means she didn't
get blamed for the stock discrepancy.
"Better
put her on the table, so we don't have to watch her" said the tall man.
Eileen wasn't
sure she liked the sound of that. "What d'you mean, put me on the
table?" she demanded, forgetting to be co-operative for a moment.
"This"
said the tall man, suddenly sweeping her off her feet, an arm pushing forward
behind her knees, another behind her shoulders supporting her. To her
astonishment, and indignation, she was dumped on the table, sitting with her
legs together in front of her, the man quickly pushing her ankles together, one
foot across the other so she wouldn't be able to stand up, and wrapping the
cord round them. She watched as the cord was pulled tight around her
black-stockinged ankles. "Nearly done!" he said, grinning at her. She
almost asked him what else needed to be done, but she kept quiet. She might not
like the answer!
And then, he
was asking the questions. "Are all the fags up this end" he asked.
"Any booze in here? What's over that side?" he waved a finger towards
the opposite wall of the building.
"Over
there? Its uniforms and bed linen, stuff like that. Not the sort of thing you
want, is it?"
"Ok.
Wouldn't be lying to me, would you?" He looked along the bank of metal
shelves.
"No, I'm
telling the truth. Why wouldn't I? You're taking it any way, I'm all tied up
and can't stop you, why wouldn't I tell you?" Eileen protested. "It
doesn't matter to me if you take the lot, just get on with it" She was
thinking ahead. Sally Arrowsmith one rank above her, and Shirley Wright, who
was an eager beaver, always trying to make a good impression, would soon be
here in the building.
Will it work
out for me, or not, she asked herself. The gang might escape, with the
cigarette stock, Sally and Shirley will find me tied up. Nothing I could do
against armed robbers, was there? Or, the robbers will grab Sally and Shirley
and tie them up too. Either way, nobody knows that I took anything. It didn't
look like anything could go wrong. Then she realized that there was a way that
she could still finish up getting in serious trouble. What if the two Wrens
spotted the robbers first, and raised the alarm, ran to get help. And the gang
got caught before they stole anything. That would be bad news. The gang would
deny taking anything, but somebody would check and confirm that a lot of stock
was gone. With a sinking heart, she realised that the situation would be worse
than the one she was already in. Right now, nobody knew about her thefts.
She came to a
decision. The crooks mustn't get caught, she thought. But what can I do,
sitting here, trussed up, unable to move. An idea came to her, quickly enough
as they do in desperate situations. She knew Sally and Shirley were coming, in
fact they should be here any minute. They could foil the robbery, but not if
the gang knew they were coming. She had to make sure they were captured by the
robbers, before things turned for the worse. She looked at the three men, who
were standing by the shelves, talking so quietly that she couldn't catch what
they were saying. As she watched, one of them gathered four of the big packages
together in his arms and strode past her to the door. She couldn't turn easily
but she heard the door open. He was followed by the other two, both with arms
full. "We'll be right back, don't try anything" said one of them, the
one who had tied her up.
As if, she
thought. I want you to get clean away with it. How could she warn the robbers
without it seeming suspicious. As she watched them trooping past, an amusing
thought crossed her mind, and without thinking, she said "You lot remind
me of the seven dwarfs".
The nearest
man, the one who had tied her up, stopped, smiling thoughtfully.
Nodding
toward the tall man, he said "I suppose he would be "brainy" as
it's him who thinks up the jobs we do. And I must be "ropey", 'cause
I do the tying up, if anybody needs tying up" he grinned at her. Eileen
suddenly felt her cheeks colouring up, here she was, bound hand and foot,
having a jolly chat with the robber who had captured her.
"What
about him?" she whispered, glancing at the third man as he hurried past
with an armful of boxes.
"Oh,
him". He thought for a moment then laughed mischievously. "He'd be
"spanky". Maybe you'll find out why".
Eileen found
herself blushing even more. Surely he wasn't serious. The man wouldn't really
be going to spank her, could he? She completely forgot about Sally and Shirley,
but from nowhere, the tall man was back, standing next to them. He had
something in his hand.
"Someone
in the building, down the end" he muttered quietly."See to this
one". As he handed the object to his colleague, Eileen saw that it was the
first aid tin, the lid hanging open. Tipping the contents onto the table, he
picked up the smaller of the two rolls of muslin dressing. There wasn't much
left, it was only the size of a golf ball.
Eileen didn't
grasp the significance of the bandages, but it sounded to her as if the other
two Wrens had arrived, at the other end of the warehouse "It's my two
mates, come to help with mmmmmmph" The man didn't want to hear what she
had to say. Without a word he pressed his hand against the back of her head and
forced the ball of muslin into her mouth, stopping her in mid-sentence. She was
taken by surprise and before she could move to one side, he had unrolled the
other, larger roll of bandage and was wrapping it round her head tightly, covering
the lower part of her face. She wanted to say "there's no need for this. I
wasn't going to warn them" but her mouth was filled with the muslin
bandage and the man was busily wrapping her face with more of the stuff. He was
standing behind her, but he kept leaning over her shoulder to move the bandage,
making minute adjustments, and grinning at her when he caught her eye. Now she
felt panic. It hadn't been so bad when, although tied up, she was able to talk
to her captors. Now though, with her mouth stuffed, her arms and hands bound
behind her back, her feet tied, she really felt helpless and vulnerable. She
thought once again of the "seven dwarfs" conversation. Oh my God, she
thought, "spanky", what did he do to earn that comment? If he decided
to spank her, trussed up like this, there's nothing she could do about it. He
was there, going back and forth, and she was right under his nose. But the
other one hadn't finished with her yet. He had finished with the gagging, but
now he had the remaining cord. She watched in dismay as, after pushing her
skirt up away from her knees, past the top of her stockings, he passed the cord
under her thighs, wound it round three times, then cinching it between her legs
and knotting it. Like all the other cords round her arms and legs, he had
pulled it very tight. Surely he didn't need to do that, she wondered. All these
ropes were going to leave marks. All over her, she realised. But it was the
ones on her wrists that other people would see. She'd have to explain them,
every time she went out. But the good thing was, there wasn't enough cord left
for any more tying. But her discomfort wasn't complete. Taking her by the
shoulders, he tipped her over and lowered her carefully onto her side, on the
table.
"Don't
go away" he quipped as he hurried away on the heels of his colleagues.
Eileen squirmed around to see where they were going. She couldn't see far now
she was lying on the table, the rows of shelves blocked her vision. She knew
they were going to intercept the two Wrens, but she wouldn't be able to see. At
least the robbers would capture them, rather than the other way round. It
suddenly occurred to her that the men hadn't threatened her with anything, no
gun or knife. They had been intimidating, they had said they were robbers, they
said they were going to tie her up, but she hadn't seen a weapon. She wondered
how that made her sound. She decided to say that they had a knife, when she
spoke to the police.
Would Sally
and Shirley be tied up like her, she mused, or would the men find another means
of keeping them quiet? The thought of the overbearing Sally Arrowsmith being
intimidated and tied up was an amusing one. Eileen didn't like her. A plump
brown-eyed brunette who was a flirt with men and a backstabber with women, it would
be good to see her getting her come-uppance. Eileen was sorry she wasn't going
to be able to see it. But maybe, having captured the two Wrens, the gang would
bring them to this end of the building to tie them up. At least that way she
would know the robbery had succeeded, and she wouldn't be held responsible for
the stock loss. If being tied up uncomfortably for a while was the price she
had to pay, she could handle it. She wasn't so sure about a spanking, but maybe
that wouldn't happen.
At the other end
of the warehouse, the tall robber waved a hand, signaling his two colleagues to
stay back, behind the rows of shelves. The shelves were full of boxes,
containing things that didn't interest them. The goods they wanted were outside
the door, at the other end. The fourth man, who hadn't come inside, was loading
them into their stolen van.
"Watch a
minute, see what they do, how many of them are there" the tall man
whispered.
He observed
as the two women arranged various sheets of paper on a desk. One was talking,
seeming to be instructing the other. She was a plump brunette, dark hair pulled
back from her forehead and pinned up at the back . She must be about five
eight, he thought, quite tall for a woman. Her companion was a few inches
shorter, with straw-coloured blonde hair also pinned up, but with a fringe. She
looked bored, the other one was doing all the talking. Obviously Wrens, both
wore white shirts with sleeves rolled up, dark blue skirts and ties, black
stockings and laced shoes. He wondered if any more of them were about. His eyes
scoured the nearby shelves, and he spotted some washers. Whoever had assembled
the shelves had cut a corner and not used them.
With a deft
flick of the wrist, he threw one of them over the shelves into the next aisle.
There was a clang as it hit the shelving. He was amazed how loud it was, for
such a small object. The two Wrens turned abruptly in the direction of the
noise. The shorter blonde one took a couple of steps toward the aisle and
peered along it. Turning back, she asked "you hear that?"
Her colleague
looked at her, rolled her eyes and said dismissively "For a moment
there, I thought Miss O'Connor might be
about to honour us with her presence. No such luck". She glanced towards
the source of the sound. "Looks as if it's just you and me, Shirley"
The tall man
who had heard all this turned to the two behind him. "There's just the two
of them. Didn't need to pull the gun on that one back there, keep it out of
sight unless you have to scare them" He stepped forward. "Come
on" he said.
Wrens Sally
and Shirley looked up from the desk suddenly to see the men standing one on
either side of them. Frightened, Shirley looked round to see a third man behind
them.
Sally was
frightened too, but as the senior rank she thought she should try to deal with
the situation. What could they want? Who were they?
"Can I
help?" she asked. It wouldn't do to be rude, they might just have permits
of some sort. They grinned. One of them replied.
"I think
we're all right, thanks. We've got what we came for".
Something
about their manner made Sally think the situation was about to get worse. She
was about to demand an explanation when the tall man spoke again. "We've
taken the cigs. That's all really. Trouble is, you two turned up, so we've got
to make sure you stay quiet for a while, till we're away"
"Oh"
Shirley muttered slowly, not liking the sound of what she heard. As a sixteen
year old , she'd been working after school in her uncle's petrol station when
it had been robbed. Much the same words had been used, and, with her aunt, she
had spent a horrible hour tied up in a back room. Now she sensed that it was
about to happen again.
"You
mean it's a robbery?" Sally asked incredulously. "What for, for heaven’s
sake?" She waved a hand towards the nearest shelves."There's no money
here, just naval stuff"
"And
tobacco, but no matter, we've got that now. There's just you two to deal
with". As Sally scanned the warehouse he added "needn't bother
looking for the other Wren. We met her already"
"You
haven't harmed her, have you?"Sally suddenly remembered that she was
responsible for Eileen.
"Calm
down, she's fine. She's a bit tied up, shall we say" He grinned. "But
now it's your turn. Going to do what we say?"
"And if
we don't? " Shirley blurted desperately. She didn't relish the idea of
being tied up.
The man
didn't raise his voice, but continued "we don't need anybody to get hurt,
do we? We just don't want the alarm raised till we're a long way off"
Sally could
see that they stood no chance against the three men. "We'd better do as
they say, Shirley". She tried to sound optimistic and upbeat, though she
didn't relish being tied up by these men. Her natural instinct was to flirt her
way out of confrontation, but she wasn't going to do that this time. It could
all go badly wrong once they were tied up and helpless. "The sooner they
finish, the sooner they leave". She looked the tall man in the eye.
"That's right, isn't it?" she asked, trying not to sound worried.
"The
lady understands" he said, turning to the others.
"You
needn't really tie us up" said Sally hopefully. "There's nothing here
to tie us with, the packing stuff is all down the other end". It wasn't
quite true, in reality. It was the goods receiving area, and last time she had
been here, the two draws at the side of the desk contained a few rolls of tape.
And, she recalled, a big pair of sharp scissors. She hoped they were still
there.
"Not a
problem" he said. He turned to the others. "Remember what I said
about stockings. And ties. They make it easy for us".
Turning back
to the Wrens he continued "you two can take your ties and stockings off.
It'll save us pulling the place apart finding things to tie you with"
Both women
stood open-mouthed, then Shirley stepped forward, hands on hips. "If you
think we're......" her voice tailed away as he put a finger to his lips.
"If you
don't, we will. My pals would love that. I'm just trying to keep these red
blooded boys under control. All right?"
"All
right" said Sally, stepping in before the situation
deteriorated."We're doing it. Shirl, I'll stand in front of you so they
don't watch you"
"Thanks"
said Shirley sulkily. Having taken her stockings off, she tossed them on the
table, hoping that her defiant expression conveyed her contempt. She unfastened
her tie, making sure her collar stayed buttoned. She didn't want them looking
down at her ample cleavage any more than could be helped. Dropping the tie on
the table, she moved round in front of Sally, to give her colleague some privacy.
Soon Sally's tie and stockings were on the table with Shirley's. Like Shirley,
she had left her collar buttoned.
"Leave
your shoes off" said the chief robber. "It'll slow you down a bit
more". He gestured downwards. "Now get on the floor, face down, both
of you".
Shirley
looked down, then turned angrily towards him. "Look, its concrete. It's
cold and it's dirty. Do we have to?"
The man who
had been referred to without his knowledge, as "spanky", spoke."
Why are we talking about this? Normally we steam in, make a noise and everyone
does what we tell them" he exclaimed, exasperated. "How come a
stroppy bird is saying no to us?"
"He's
right" said the tall man. "Look, down on that coconut matting! And
quick. While we are still being gentlemen".
The coconut
matting was a six foot square on the other side of the desk. Defeated, the two
Wrens shuffled over to it."Gentlemen wouldn't tie us up" grumbled
Shirley as she lowered herself to the floor. While the tall man watched, the
other two knelt, one at the side of each Wren, and got to work. Each one began
by placing his victim’s wrists in a crossed position behind her back.
"Owww"
Shirley moaned, as having wrapped a stocking a few times round her crossed
wrists, the man pulled it as tight as possible, then knotted it. "Does it
have to be that tight?". Sally, having her hands bound just as tightly,
gritted her teeth and said nothing. She was just hoping they wouldn't be
trussed up so thoroughly, they wouldn't be able to get to the draw. And that the
scissors were still there.
She consoled
herself by recalling the last time she was tied up, it wouldn't be as
unpleasant as that. That was something that Shirley didn't know about, as a
Wren of the lowest rank. When she gained her promotion, Sally had heard things
about initiation ceremonies, and how awful they could be. She hadn't believed
them, but she should have. When it was her turn, she was invited to turn up at
the entrance to a complex of wartime buildings at a far corner of the base. She
hadn't ever been there herself, but this evening she turned up, dressed as
instructed in her new uniform, new insignia on her cap and jacket, though with
the same white shirt and navy blue tie. Wrens of rank, who she didn't know but
hoped would be her new friends, were there, eight of them.
"Do you
know what that is?" a tall fair Wren asked her, pointing to the left “I’m
Geraldine by the way. One of your new friends ". Following her direction,
Sally looked down a flight of six concrete steps, which led to a metal door set
in the side of an overgrown grass mound. Sally shook her head warily.
"It's an Anderson shelter. A place of safety". The others laughed, in
a way that Sally didn't much like. She noticed that one of them was carrying
some folded bedsheets, and another one had a brown paper carrier bag.
"Let's show our new colleague the place of safety" said the blonde
Wren, making her way down the steps.
"Come
on" said another, taking Sally by the forearm and leading her to the
steps. The door swung open, creaking as it went. A light came on, switched on
by the blonde. They all trooped inside, Sally was surprised how much room there
was. The floor looked like it hadn't been swept since the war. Leaves and dust
were everywhere. To Sally's surprise there was a table, covered in dust, and
against the wall, a pair of bunk beds. The bedclothes were covered in dust and
mould as well, and Sally's eyes were drawn to the spiderwebs that hung from the
ceiling.
"We call
it the duffer test" said a thin-faced, black-haired Wren. "Like Swallows
and Amazons". She looked at Sally accusingly. "You've read that, of
course?"
"Of
course", Sally had replied. She was beginning to feel uneasy about her
situation.
"The
test tells us what you're made of. If you're up to the job. If you aren't, you're
not going to fit in".
"Just
tell me what I've got to do" demanded Sally, getting impatient.
"Nothing,
dear" said Geraldine . "We do it. You just have to show you can deal
with it. Don't cry, don't bear grudges and don't snitch". One of the other
girls was unfolding the sheets and laying them on the top bunk, covering the
filthy fabric that was already there. While watching her, she noticed some
movement next to her. Her curiosity was aroused when she saw another Wren
taking a folded length of hemp clothesline from the carrier bag. "This
test was about staying in here overnight, because it's haunted" the
bespectacled. Wren explained.
"Haunted,
eh. Good thing I don't believe in ghosts then, isn't it" said Sally
scornfully.
"That's
good" said the other. "A while back, one of your predecessors sneaked
out when we had all gone, and came back at the crack of dawn, pretending she
had stayed all night". She turned to the others, smiling, "we found a
way of making sure it doesn't happen again, haven't we?"
"Haven't
we just" said another voice from behind her.
"Now
your bed's made, time for night-nights" said Geraldine . " Ready for
your dummy?" At this, Sally had looked round to see the bespectacled Wren
holding up a length of white fabric with a large knot in the middle. At the
same time, she was grabbed from behind, her hands pulled behind her back. As
she opened her mouth to protest, the Wren forced the knotted fabric between her
teeth and into her mouth, passing the ends to an unseen person behind her. With
the speed of a team who had done this many times before, they set to work.
"We don't like our gels causing trouble" said the bully in a
mock-headmistress voice. "If they're tied up, that doesn't happen. And
with that in your mouth, you won't be screaming when you see the ghost".
She wanted to shout something like "You can't mean this", but her
wrists were being tied securely behind her back, and the clothesline was going
round and round her body, pinning her arms to her sides. They obviously did mean
it. Finally, her feet were tied together
at the ankles and she was lifted from the ground, carried across the room and
placed face down on the top bunk. She could smell it, even through the new
sheet. Looking sideways, she glared at them. She wasn't going to give them a
laugh by trying to speak through her gag. "We'll come and get you in the
morning" said Geraldine."Watch out for the ghost. And we'll say
goodnight now" . She gave Sally's bottom a slap, and much to Sally's
dismay, the other Wrens all did the same as they filed past.
There was
nothing Sally could do. She knew she was trussed up too securely to get free on
her own. She just hoped they were joking about leaving her there all night. The
whole thing was a prank, after all, wasn't it? And she didn't believe in
ghosts.
Even so, she
was grateful that they had left the light on. Being bound and gagged in here
all night was going to be awful, but in the dark would be so much worse. She
rolled over onto her side, facing out into the small room. As time passed, the
spiders, who had scuttled away when the room was full, started to appear again.
She watched as one repaired a web around the electric light flex, then dropped
out of sight. It, or one just like it, climbed the wall opposite a few minutes later.
She consoled herself with the thought that they wouldn't climb over her, they
would be frightened by her movement. In one of the webs she could see the
wrapped carcass of some insect, an unwelcome reminder of her own situation. A
bit like a spider's victim. Tied up, juices sucked out, she quickly banished
that thought. Then she wondered again about the ghost. There wasn't a ghost,
she knew that, but what if someone in a white sheet came in. She wouldn't know
who it was. They could do whatever they wanted with a bound and gagged
prisoner. Sure, it would only be part of the initiation, but it might not be
very nice.
The trouble
was, as the night wore on, she found herself wondering more and more about what
a fake ghost might do with her. What if it was some Lesbian Wren, or some
lecherous sailor.?
While
thinking these thoughts, she had drifted into sleep. When she was woken, at
4.30 the next morning by Geraldine and the thin brunette , she couldn't help
feeling slightly cheated by the ghost's failure to appear. And it had been
true, she did now think of those girls as colleagues.
At least it
wasn't going to be like that this time, she reassured herself . We might be
here for a couple of hours, but we'll be missed. Someone will come looking for
us, she thought. That realization made her feel more stoical about her plight.
Once the pair
had their hands bound, their captors moved on to tie their feet with the second
stocking. Once this was done, the men used the ties, but in different ways,
without reference to each other. Sally groaned inwardly as her captor passed
the necktie under her bound hands and down to her feet, threading it between
them and cinching it round the stocking that tied her ankles. As she was
wondering what came next, he pulled it back towards her hands, drawing her
bound feet upwards over her bottom. "Nearly done" he said, because he
had seen her trying to look over her shoulder. "Keep still!" he emphasized
his order by giving her a none-too-gentle smack on her bottom. She fought back
the urge to comment, this was one of those situations where she just had to
keep quiet and hope it would soon end. As he pulled the tie tight and knotted
it, leaving her hands and feet bound close together, only a foot apart, she
knew she wouldn't be able to move around. She'd be able to roll over, but that
was all. A muffled squeal from Shirley, lying next to her, made her look that
way. The other tie was being used on Shirley, but in a different way. Shirley
made a protesting grunt as a big knot, in the middle of the tie, was forced
into her mouth. She gave Sally a desperate look as her captor knotted the ends
at the back of her head. She looked as if she was going to burst into tears.
Please don't , Sally pleaded silently. Shirley lowered her head to the floor in
despair.
Sally turned
to look up at the tall man, who was smiling as if in approval. "Why are
you doing this to us? You've got what you came for. Who do you think you
are?" she wailed.
He thought
for a moment "Your littIe Irish friend said we were like the seven dwarfs.
My friend who's just looking after you thought of dwarf names for us. That was
before we gagged her, of course. D'you want to know our names?"
Sally,
sensing some more unpleasantness and humiliation, said nothing. He wasn't deterred.
"I'm Brainy, because I'm clever. He's Ropey, he likes tying people up. The
lad who's attending to your mate, he's Spanky". There was a moment of
silence. Sally didn't know what to say. Shirley lifted her head from the floor
and gave Sally a look of desperation. By way of response the man patted her
bottom twice.
"You're
wondering why, I can tell". He was looking down at her. "You're dying
to ask, aren't you".
This is all
Eileen's fault, Sally thought. I know she's been stealing, that's why I planned
the stock check today. If it wasn't for her, these guys would be robbing an
empty warehouse. Shirley and me wouldn't be here, tied up, hoping we're not
going to get spanked. Eileen would pay for this.
She might as
well oblige, it couldn’t get much worse." Why is he called that" she
said as calmly as possible.
"See if
you can guess". He said. "Give her a clue, Spanky".
"What,
like this?" Sally, turning to look sideways, watched in horror as the man grabbed
the hem of Shirley's skirt and pulled it up to expose her bottom. With both
hands, he began to beat a tattoo on Shirley's buttocks. After nine smacks, he
pulled the fabric of her dark blue sports knickers and let it ping back.
"Not very imaginative, is she?" he commented, resuming the rhythmic
smacking of Shirley's bottom.
Shirley's
face was flushed with embarrassment, and there were tears in her eyes. Tears of
anger, Sally knew. She couldn't imagine anything more embarrassing than being
trussed up and gagged, then having your skirt pulled up and your bottom
spanked, in front of colleagues. Was she going to be next? Speaking on
Shirley's behalf might make them stop, or it might make them start on her. She
might find she was the one being spanked! It was then that she realised the
unexpected benefit of having her hands and feet tied together behind her back.
To spank her, they would have to undo that last piece of tying. One thing she
knew, Eileen was going to be punished for causing all this.
Sally had a
brainwave. "The rest of the team get here at half past" she
exclaimed" That's probably them now". It had the desired effect. The
tall man looked round.
"D'you
hear anything?" he asked. "Stop that for a moment " he said to
the man who was slapping Shirley's upturned bottom.
"I
didn't hear anything" said the spanker. "Who's coming,
anyway?"
"Naval
ratings. Sailors!" Sally blurted the words out enthusiastically.
"We're only here to hand out forms. The sailors do the lugging
about". She was on a roll." They could come through either door.
They'll give you a spanking when they see what you've done".
The third man
chipped in. "Look, we got what we came for, almost. We aren't off the
premises yet, remember. What if it's true? I don't fancy being here when they
come. Let’s just go".
"Mm,
yes, let’s get out" said the tall man."Put her down, come on".
"Ok"
said "Spanky". Flippantly giving Shirley's bottom a final slap, he
got to his feet. "We must do it again sometime". Shirley grunted a
muffled obscenity through her gag, while Sally said nothing, amazed that her
lies had scared them away. She lifted her head to watch as they hurried away,
disappearing behind the shelving. Somewhere a door closed, and some minutes
later, she was sure she heard a vehicle, louder at first, then fading into the
distance.
They were on
their own. Eileen was somewhere over there, on the far side of the building.
The gang had said she was tied up. Well, she can stay tied up, for all I care,
she thought angrily. But now they were alone. Bound and alone, gagged too in
Shirley's case. There was no team of sailors coming to rescue them. They would
have to free themselves or wait.
She turned to
Shirley, who still looked tearful, but was now trying, with bound hands, to
push her skirt back over her bottom. "We're going to get ourselves free,
we are" she said in her most positive tone. "There's a pair of
scissors in that desk draw". Shirley gave her a resigned look and mumbled
something unintelligible through her gag. She rolled over on her side and began
to maneuver herself into a sitting position. "I can't do that" said
Sally. "Look how I'm tied. I can't go anywhere, but if you can get the
scissors out, you could cut me loose, then I'll untie you". She was
thinking fast, but this would do for a start.
Shirley
looked over at the desk. The lower of two draws had a handle that was low
enough that she could probably reach it, even with hands tied behind her back.
She began to shuffle across the floor on her bottom. A few minutes of groping
behind her with tied hands, and squirming slowly forward a few inches at a
time, and the draw came slowly open. Shuffling round again, she was able to
peer inside the draw. What scissors, she thought. The draw was empty. Sally was
looking hopefully at her. Shirley shook her head. "No scissors" she
tried to say through her gag. Sally understood, but she wasn't happy.
"Why
aren't there?"She demanded impatiently. "What's in there?"
Shirley shook her head emphatically. It wasn't her fault the scissors weren't
where Sally had once seen them. Sally sensed her annoyance. "I'm not cross
with you, I just thought we'd get free quickly. I wonder where they are. It's
Goods Inwards, for heaven’s sake. They've got to be around. They're opening
packets all the time." She thought for a moment. "What about the top
draw? They've got to be in there. Can you get that open?"
Shirley
rolled her eyes in a gesture of resignation, an unspoken message that wasn't
lost on Sally. "I'd do it if I could. I didn't ask to be trussed up like a
Christmas turkey. It's bloody uncomfortable if you must know" . The dark
humour of their situation suddenly made her smile. "Here we are, been
threatened and robbed, tied up tight, you've been spanked, and we're just
bickering about who's been treated worse. I'll stop whingeing". Sally had
to remind herself that she was the one who held the (slightly) higher rank. She
should be taking the initiative.
Meanwhile,
Shirley had thought of something. She had managed to get into a kneeling
position, by leaning across the open draw. Once she was on her knees she used
her hands to push the lower draw back in place, then fumbled behind her for the
top draw handle. Sally was thinking about the next step. If the scissors were
there, it would be up to Shirley to use them, because she was bound in a way
that allowed more freedom of movement. All Sally could do was squirm about,
face down, or possibly roll onto her side.
Having pulled
the draw open, Shirley peered inside. "Mmmm" she squealed through her
gag, in such an affirmative tone that Sally knew the scissors were found.
Shirley looked back at her. Sally couldn't help thinking how her delighted
expression seemed out of place, on somebody who was bound and gagged. And there
was still a problem.
"Can you
get hold of them anyway?" Sally asked. Shirley looked back, her face more
serious. She thought for a moment, then turned so that her back was to the
draw. Fortunately, they hadn't tied anything round her arms and body, so she
was, with some stretching, able to get her bound hands over the edge of the
draw. Finding the scissors with her fingers was easy, but getting a grip on
them was harder. She dropped them inside the draw twice before finally letting
them drop to the floor. She stopped to rest for a minute. Sally hadn't realised
what hard work it was, but looking at Shirley, red-faced and perspiring, with
half of her hair now unpinned, she understood the effort involved.
It was
progress, but there was a long way to go. "Well done” Sally exclaimed,
realising as she spoke how patronising she sounded. "We're still tied up,
but at least we've got scissors to get free with". But the scissors were
on the floor now, and somebody had to reach them. "There's not much I can
do, tied up face down like this" said Sally, hoping she sounded
encouraging.
Shirley got
the message. She tried to lean sideways far enough to reach them from a
kneeling position, but with hands tied behind her back it just wasn't possible.
She would topple over and hurt herself, and she thought she had suffered
enough. Her bottom was still smarting from the spanking. She carefully moved on
her knees, over to the desk, and lowered herself into a sitting position ,
which reminded her just how sore her backside was. And shuffling round so that
she could reach the scissors didn’t help. Once she had managed to grasp the
scissors, that was just the start of the next job. Sally had that already
worked out.
"It's
probably best if you try to snip through the stocking on my wrists. I was
thinking you could cut the tie, but if you did that, you'd have to cut the
stocking as well, so it saves you a job" she announced.
If Shirley
hadn't been gagged, she would have suggested that, once the tie was cut, Sally
would be just as mobile as she was, and might care to do something, rather than
just issuing instructions. As it was, she shuffled on her bottom, across to
where she could reach Sally's bound wrists. Straining to see over her shoulder,
she was eventually able to force one of the scissor blades between the stocking
and Sally's wrist. After an endless cycle of trying to close the scissors, she
sometimes felt the fabric being cut, lost her grip once or twice, she heard
Sally shout "It's looser. I can feel it. Keep going!" Shirley could
feel it as well. It was suddenly easier to push the blade between Sally's flesh
and the fabric. Two more determined snips and Sally's hands were free.
Stretching
her legs, she turned over and sat up. After rubbing her wrists, she leaned
forward to her bound feet and started to pick at the knots. "This is
bloody impossible " she complained. "
"I need
these". She leaned across and took the scissors, which Shirley was holding
behind her back. Shirley, who had momentarily though that she was about to be
untied, watched resentfully as Sally cut through the nylon. "That's great"
she said as she rubbed her ankles. Looking at her wrists, she said, looking at
Shirley "It's going to take ages for these marks to go. And It's that
thieving bitch's fault"
"Now I
had better see to you, hadn't I? The police need to be called and everything”.
She looked around, scissors in hand, the got to her feet, unsteadily at first.
"I wonder if they disconnected the phone" she said, as if somebody
was there to answer.
"Mmmmmpphh!"
Shirley grunted desperately to attract her attention. She had a sudden fear
that Sally was going to rush off, forgetting about her, or just seeing her as a
piece of evidence. Sally looked down at her.
"You
need to be untied, don't you “she said to Shirley, as if she was talking to a
child. She squatted down and began to unfasten the knots that held Shirley's
necktie gag in place. Able to speak once again, she ran her tongue round her
lips.
"You
can't imagine how much I need a glass of water" Shirley, ungagged, had a
lot to say. "A drink, cold water. As soon as I'm untied". She
frowned. "What thieving bitch? You mean Eileen?"
"Who
else" said Sally. "but if those thugs took all the cigarettes, the
stock check won't prove anything. She'll get away with it". She was
raising her voice, and Shirley knew this meant she wasn't going to let it drop.
"It can't be right that she gets away with it!"
"It will prove the robbers took all the
fags" said Shirley, getting impatient."Come on, untie me.
please!"
"Right
away" said Sally, but Shirley wasn't happy to see her getting to her feet.
"I just need to go to the ladies. I'm simply bursting". She pushed
her shoes back on her feet, then set off in the direction of the toilets, at a
brisk pace.
"Oh,
come on. What makes you think I'm not desperate too?" she called after
Sally. She was sure that Sally was going to report the robbery. An officer
would come, and see how efficiently Sally was handling things "So I have
to stay tied up while you get set to show off" she shouted. She was so
angry at her treatment. She wanted to stamp her feet and bang her fists on
something, and being bound hand and foot just made it doubly frustrating. She
just wanted to scream.
Sally knew
that the direction she had taken would lead not just to the toilets, but to the
area where Eileen had been working. The robbers had tied her up and left her
here, she knew that much. It shouldn't be hard to find her. She had a score to
settle, and didn't want Shirley trying to talk her out of it. Or indeed,
knowing anything about what she was going to do. She and Eileen would know
about it, and nobody else.
The gang had
joked about tying Eileen up, so Sally wasn't surprised to find her still in the
same predicament. She had expected to find the trussed Wren on the floor
somewhere ,though, finding her lying on the table, on her side, could be
useful. She quickened her pace towards where Eileen looked up at her with an
expression of relief, or at least hope. "I bet you think I'm going to
untie you, don't you", Sally said quietly. She didn't want to be overheard,
not by Shirley, and not by anybody who might come in.
Eileen hadn't
been able to hear much of what went on at the far end of the warehouse. She had
heard male and female voices though, and that meant that some Wrens, probably
Sally and one of her team, had arrived. The gang had come back this way, but
the Wrens hadn't . She guessed that they must have been captured by the
robbers, and left bound and gagged.
She had
watched the robbers returning with some apprehension, because she hadn't been
able to forget the man's remarks about the seven dwarfs. One thing she didn't
want was the attention of someone who was nicknamed "spanky" because
of his preferences. Her fears were well-founded. As they hurried past, he broke
his stride and stopped by her table. Eileen couldn't help making eye contact,
lying on her side. His expression was one of gleeful anticipation. Going behind
her, he took her by the shoulder and turned her over, face down. She tried to
struggle, she didn't want to be spanked. Not by this man, while his grinning
mates watched. He placed a firm hand in the middle of her back and held her
down. With the other hand, he administered a well placed smack on her bottom,
followed by two more in quick succession, before she was saved. "Hey! Come
on, we got to go. Put her down!" shouted the tall robber. The other one
laughed. The man didn't need to be told again, though, he hurried away with the
others.
Eileen's
foremost feeling was relief. How easily they could have stayed, they could have
all spanked her, or worse. She wondered if this sort of thing often happened
when women got tied up in robberies. Her bottom was still smarting but her
pride was hurt even worse.
The minutes passed, and turned into an hour.
It was anything but comfortable, lying on the table, tied up with what she
thought of as unnecessary severity. She had squirmed around, turned this way
and that, rolled over on her front, then her back, every position became
intolerable after a few minutes. She had looked over the edge of the table and
she knew she didn't have the nerve to let herself drop off onto the floor. She
could get injured falling from this height, killed even, with no hands to break
her fall. So she stayed on the table, putting up with the discomfort, hoping
that rescue wasn't far off.
How long
would it be before someone else came in, she wondered. It suddenly struck her
that the only people who might miss her were tied up themselves. But they were
witnesses to the crime. And nobody would ever be able to prove that she herself
was a thief, because all the evidence was gone.
Every now and
then, she could hear Sally's distant voice, too far away to understand the
conversation. Did it mean she hadn't been gagged? She certainly wasn't any
more. And then she heard Shirley, raising her voice. Something was happening
over there. And then Sally walked into view.
Eileen was
pleased to see her at first, thinking that Sally had come to rescue her. But
Sally didn't look pleased to see her. She was red-faced and angry. Her hair was
dishevelled, her white blouse was dusty, and she didn't hasve her tie or her
stockings on. It suddenly occurred to Eileen that the Wren had probably been
tied up with some of her own clothes. Sally strode over to her table and glared
down at her.
"I bet
you think I'm going to untie you, don't you?" she said. Her tone told
Eileen all she needed to know. If she wasn't going to be untied, what the hell
was going to happen? Sally held her hands out, in front of Eileen's face.
"Look at this” she said accusingly. "How long's it going to take for
these bruises to clear up". Eileen couldn't help but look at the deep
indentations on Sally's wrists. That's what mine will look like, she thought.
But probably worse. She glanced down at the many loops of thin curtain cord round
her body, that held her, as helpless as a fly in a cobweb. And it won't just be
my wrists, it'll be all over me. How long will it take to clear up? I wish I
knew. But Sally wasn't looking for answers. "Shirley's had even worse to
put up with" she continued, realising as she spoke that maybe Shirley
wouldn't want anybody told about her distressing experience. After all, who
would want all their workmates to know that they had been spanked. Being tied
up in a robbery was bad enough. So she didn't add to her explanation, and
Eileen, being gagged, couldn't ask, though her curiosity was aroused.
"It's
your fault we're here" Sally began, raising her voice as Eileen lifted her
head and stared disbelievingly at her. "That's what I said, your fault. I
organised the stock check because you've been helping yourself to the
cigarettes, but I needed proof. Now there's been a robbery and they took all
the cigarettes, so no proof after all. How convenient!"
Sally stopped
as if an idea had occurred to her. "Maybe you're in on the robbery! "
Eileen
spluttered a muffled protest. "If you knew what I've been through"
she tried to say.
But of
course, Sally could see it. "They leave you tied up, so nobody knows you
are in on it, right?"
Eileen
couldn't believe what she was hearing. Sally was right about the thefts, of
course, and about there being no proof, but she didn't want to be blamed for
the robbery.
But things
were taking a turn for the worse. "I've got my own way of dealing with
this" Sally said, suddenly taking hold of Eileen by the ankles and pulling
her feet towards the edge of the table. Eileen hoped at first that she was
about to be freed. Sally pushed her feet down towards the floor and pulled her
upright, holding her by the knotted cords between her shoulder blades. Then
things took a turn for the worse, Sally forced her downwards, so that she was
bent over the table, her feet still on the floor. "This is where you get
what you deserve "
Eileen
suddenly realized what was about to happen to her. Oh my god, she's going to
spank me, she thought. The mad bitch is actually going to spank me. She tried
to stand, but Sally, taller and stronger, pressed her down firmly with a hand
in the small of her back. As she squealed in protest, she felt the hem of her
skirt being yanked up over her bottom. For a horrible moment she thought that
her knickers were going to be pulled down as well, but she was spared that
indignity. Her tormentor was in a hurry. "Might as well get it right"
Sally said triumphantly. "No point in a punishment that doesn't
hurt". Eileen tried to slacken her muscles to cushion the effect of the
smack, but it didn't seem to make any difference. It still hurt, right on top
of the short spanking she'd had from the robber. Sally's hand wasn't as big,
but whereas the robber was spanking her for fun, the Wren was doing it for
revenge. "You won't tell anyone about this” Sally muttered, leaning over
her."And you better not ever steal anything on my watch". If she
could, Eileen would have said that she had no intention of stealing again, that
all that was behind her. But with her mouth stuffed with the knotted fabric,
some indignant muffled grunts was all she could manage. Held down firmly by the
stronger woman, she endured eight more heavy slaps on her bottom before there
was an unexpected interruption.
They both
heard Shirley's voice, on the other side of the warehouse. "Hey! What
about me. What's going on?" she shouted. The spanking stopped and Sally
relaxed her hold on her victim.
"This
ends here" she said, close to Eileen's ear. "If you say anything,
I'll get you kicked out and sent to prison. Understand?"
Eileen nodded
her head enthusiastically. Anything to bring an end to this. Now was she going
to be untied? She quickly realised that she wasn't. Sally pulled her skirt back
down over her bottom, not out of consideration for the bound Wren's modesty,
but to conceal her own breach of the rules. "In a while, Shirley and I
will come up here, we'll find you and untie you, and you'll be ever so pleased
to see us. Because you've been tied up here since the robbers caught you. Got
that?"
Eileen nodded
again. "Good" said Sally emphatically. She pulled Eileen back to an
upright position, and holding her by the shoulders, lowered her to the floor by
the simple method of knocking her feet from under her. She first sat her
prisoner down, then pushed her over on her side, and then, giving her a final
slap on the bottom, got to her feet.
Eileen looked
up at her, expecting some new unpleasantness, but she turned away, walking briskly
back to where she had come from. What was going on, she wondered. Shirley must
be over there, why hadn't she come with Sally? Why had she shouted? She knew
Sally had been tied up by the gang, so Shirley must have been as well. She must
still be, or she would surely have come with Sally. The more she thought about
it, the stranger it seemed. Sally must have got loose and come over to take
revenge, as she saw it, without Shirley's knowledge. So she wanted it kept
secret, and that meant that she, Eileen, wasn't going to hear any more about
the cigarettes that she had stolen. She felt so relieved, thinking about that.
Keeping the job, not being arrested, she realised, was worth what she had gone
through. She'd been threatened, tied up, spanked, but she definitely felt as if
she had got away with something.
One the other
side of the warehouse, Shirley was just about to start shouting again when
Sally reappeared. Normally Shirley was quite respectful of Sally 's rank, but
normally she wasn't left, sitting uncomfortably on a hard floor with her hands
and feet tied, while Sally went off doing her own thing. Sally sensed her mood
though. "Sorry I was so long in the ladies. Didn't realise how much this
business has upset me" she lied.
"Yes,
well I've been put through it a bit, remember ", said Shirley
angrily."Hurry up and get me untied. You aren't the only one who needs to
go, you know".
Some ten
minutes later, Eileen was still lying on her side, bound and gagged, waiting to
be found, She hadn't tried to sit up, the way her bottom was smarting, she
might regret it.
Suddenly the
other two Wrens appeared. As they saw her, they quickened their pace.
"Heavens, look, its Eileen." Sally
gave a good impression of surprise. "Are you all right? Let’s get her
undone, poor girl"
"Right"
said Shirley grumpily."Can't have anyone being left tied up longer than
they need to be, can we?"