Marie McDonald first
came to our notice in "The Disappearance of WPC Drummond". In that
story she was interviewed after being hijacked and dumped, bound and gagged of
course, out in the country. It happened just before the hapless WPC had a
similar experience in much more detail. In that story Marie mentioned having
moved "down here" to get away from that sort of thing. Here is some
of "that sort of thing". Hopefully the first of
three chapters.
Marie's Motoring
Misadventures, chapter 1
The
first time that Marie McDonald became the victim of criminal activity was in
1974. She was 28, divorced, and she had been employed as a driver by the
vehicle hire company for two years. She had been happily married, or so she
thought, but that had all gone wrong, and now she was working for her uncle's
firm. She had thrown herself into this job very enthusiastically, wanting to
demonstrate to one and all that she hadn't only got the job because she was
family. She was punctual to the point of obsession, and her uniform was as well
pressed as a sergeant major in the military could wish for. It was Uncle
Hector's vision, that his staff was chauffeurs working for a limousine hire business,
not mere taxi drivers. Marie was happy to comply. When she was driving, she always
wore a freshly pressed, just-above-the-knee skirt and jacket, her crisp white
blouse buttoned at collar and cuffs and her tie was always smartly knotted .She
hadn't been doing the job long before she was aware that a well-endowed lady in
uniform turned a lot of male heads.
It wasn't as if her job was exciting, though,
she did the same journeys every week without much variety. The wages run for
Bolton and Farr Chemicals was one of these, every Friday morning. She left the
garage at 8.30, collected Mr George Fletcher and Mr Arnold Walker (two men in
their fifties who she found uncommunicative and boring), drove from the
industrial estate to the bank five miles away and waited in the car park while
he collected the firms wages .Then an equally boring drive back to the factory,
where the two men were dropped off. By then it would be 10.30, and Marie then
headed off to another workplace. It was Faulkner Bros. Printers, for another
wage pickup. There she picked up accountant Rodney Warner and his assistant Penny
Duncan, took them to the bank, and later brought them back with the firms wage
packets. The difference was that Marie got on well with Penny, who, at thirty,
had more in common with her.
On
this September morning, Marie had no reason to think this would be different to
every other Friday morning. As she alighted from her Vauxhall Victor in the
Bolton and Farr car park and rang the bell at the reception door, she didn't
notice two pairs of eyes watching her.
The
man with the binoculars studies the uniformed woman for a minute or two. I
could fancy her, he thought. A blue eyed brunette, collar-length black hair
fashionably backbrushed. Her figure was pleasingly full, and he liked something
to get hold of. She wore a uniform consisting of dark blue blazer and skirt
that didn't quite reach her knees, over a crisp white shirt with a neatly
knotted dark blue tie. Black low heeled shoes completed the outfit. Her look
made him think of a Wren's uniform, and he momentarily thought back a couple of
years, to when they had pulled off a robbery at a Royal Navy cigarette
warehouse. A nice easy job in an empty building. Then
three Wrens had walked in on them, come to stocktake. Hm, they would have had
some discrepancies to report, once someone found them and untied them.
She
was the same lady who did this run every week. They had done their homework and
they knew Marie McDonald's routine. They were going to get rich today, but
dealing with her was going to be a bonus. "Look at that car, and the
cuddly bird in uniform. The owner’s niece. I know them
of old. Just a taxi firm with big ideas really ".
They
watched without the binoculars as the woman was joined by two middle-aged men
in grey suits, who carried bulky brown brief cases. From the way they carried
them, they were currently empty. "Ok, they're off" he said. "Let's go.” He nodded toward them
"See you again soon, folks"
They
had left the bank, the two accountants clutching their now bulging brief cases.
Five minutes into the journey, the two men had hardly spoken. Marie had come to
expect this. She thought that Mr Fletcher and Mr Walker probably didn't like
each other much. Not like Mr Warner and Mrs Duncan, there seemed to be some
chemistry between those two. They were a much more talkative duo. They always
talked to her, unlike this pair.
The
day was starting to warm up, and Marie took a hand off
the wheel to unbutton her jacket. Maybe later she would take it off. So long as
her shirt was buttoned at the neck and her tie neatly knotted, she would still
look smart and professional. Her attention was suddenly drawn to a blue van
parked at the roadside just in front. A uniformed man appeared just behind it
and waved her to slow down. She pulled in where he indicated and stopped the
car, instinctively, before it struck her that, apart from the navy blue suit
and peaked cap, there was nothing about him that said "police ". Now
it was too late. As the man stepped swiftly round the front of the car, the
back doors of the van flew open. Two men in blue boiler suits jumped out.
Horrified, she noticed that the pair were wearing
plastic "Richard Nixon" masks. "Why the hell did you stop?"
she heard George Fletcher shout. "It's a bloody holdup ". She heard
the doors opening and the two masked men scrambling in. A gun was waved in her
face by the man who jumped into the seat next to her.
"Drive,
to the RedSpot Cement Works. No chat, just go"
he barked.
"Where's
that? I never heard of it" said Marie, playing for time.
"You're
a bloody taxi driver, just go there. Or d'you want to
go in the boot, while I drive" he growled. “What’s it going to be?"?
Marie's
outburst of defiance collapsed. "I'm driving there" she said quietly,
trying to remain calm and composed.
In
the gloomy room, which had once been the reception area of
the now derelict cement works, Marie and her two passengers stood facing the
wall, hands on their heads as they had been ordered. There were three
"Nixons" with them now. "Don't look at us" one of them had
ordered, and Marie and her companions were keen to obey. "You are scared
and surprised. But just do as we say, we are robbers. We get money, nobody gets
hurt. So stop shaking, you aren't going to be shot unless you do something
really stupid".
"So
what's going to happen. Why are we here?" Marie
asked, feeling reassured by the man's tone.
"We're
going to keep you here for a couple of hours. We're going to tie you up, one at
a time. But we are perfect gentlemen, so it's ladies first. Perhaps the little
lady would like to clasp her hands behind her back. My colleague will oblige by
tying her as comfortably as possible. We've got
plenty of cord for all of you."
Marie
couldn't help feeling a tiny rush of excitement as one of the men took hold of
her hands, forced them together behind her back. "She's not so little,"
he gloated as he wrapped the cord round her wrists several times before
knotting it. She couldn't help blushing as he spoke, and wished she had left
her jacket buttoned up now. It got worse, he draped
the cord round her shoulders from behind, passed it under her arms from the
front and drew the ends back. He stopped to pull her jacket back and down off
her shoulders, then pulled the cords tighter and wound them round her upper
arms, pulling them back and forcing her breasts forward against her white blouse.
The man continued, passing the cord round her body below her bust, then above,
grinning as he did so. Then he was behind her, doing something with the cord,
she didn't know what, but the cords all tightened up and her bound hands were
pulled upwards. Marie was finding the whole business slightly exciting, in
spite of her better judgement. They had been captured
by the gang over half an hour ago and there had been no real threat to their
safety. She had recently seen the film "Thunderbolt and Lightfoot"
and it was easy to see the romantic aspect of being tied up by courteous,
albeit masked, robbers. She was an avid reader of thrillers and often wondered
how it felt to be captured and bound. Now she was finding out. Glancing to her
left, she became aware that George Fletcher was looking intently at her, his
eyes almost popping out as he stared at the way the ropes binding her arms
behind her back were forcing her breasts forward.
She
wasn't the only one to notice."Look, the old fella's
getting an eyeful "Said one of the masked men. She opened her mouth to
protest when to her surprise something was forced between her teeth, a large
knotted piece of fabric. She realised immediately that she was being gagged, the ends of the knotted piece of bandage were being
tied behind her head. Her first instinct was to try to speak, then it occurred to her that if she did, she might be gagged
more thoroughly.
"Now,
sit her down over there and tie her feet" said the man behind her,
pointing to the right. "Off you go, love" he slapped her bottom
jovially, rather too hard for her liking. She turned to face him indignantly,
and as she did so, received a second smack on the same spot. "Come on now
girl, do I have to put you over my knee?" he said with a laugh in his
voice. Marie could feel herself turning red with embarrassment, and saw the
nervous smiles of her two passengers. Reluctantly she walked over to the other
side of the room. She noticed with some annoyance how dusty the concrete floor
was, not surprising in and abandoned factory, but not nice to sit on, for a
woman who took pride in her smart appearance. As the man helped her to sit
down, a hand on one shoulder and the other on her elbow, he continued "you
want to watch my mate, he loves to give a woman a
spanking, specially when she's in no position to
resist ".
Marie
sat down clumsily, it wasn't easy with hands tied
behind her back. She pondered on what the man had just said. She had wondered
about being bound by robbers, but it hadn't occurred to her until now that such
an encounter might include getting her bottom spanked. Was it going to happen
to her, today? Not in front of these two middle-aged accountants, please. It
was bad enough the way Mr Fletcher was staring at her breasts. She took her
mind off that subject by watching intently as the man knelt in front of her,
crossing her legs at the ankles before passing the cord round them five times,
cinching it between them and knotting it. She thought this was the end of it,
but he moved closer. She raised her eyebrows and tried to move away as he
pushed her skirt back from her knees. " No, keep
still. Don't want your bum smacked, do you?" He grinned at her as he
passed the cord round her legs just above the knee, five times again, before
cinching and knotting it. She felt herself blushing again and looked quickly
away.
Then
he was finished and joined his colleague in the task of binding the two men.
Marie watched with interest, noticing with some pride the way that the men took
little interest in how they bound the men's arms behind them. Not like the care
that went into passing the ropes round her. As George Fletcher was about to be
gagged, he pulled his head back and said "what's the point? We're miles
from anywhere, out of earshot".
The
robber stopped. "What, not gag you, you
mean?"
"That's
right. I won't shout for help, what's the point, nobody will hear. And I've got
a cold, I could suffocate. That could mean a manslaughter charge". He
sounded desperate. "Makes sense, doesn't it.
You'll still get away with the robbery".
To
Marie's surprise, the robber said "You know what .
I agree, it won't make much difference. But remember, we're coming back
in an hour, so everything better be how we left it, or suffocation will be the
least of your worries".
"All
right” said George. "We'll stay as we are. Don't want to cause any trouble, we just want to get this over. Don’t we?" He
turned to his colleague, who nodded and grunted his agreement. The pair had
their backs to Marie, and she was able to see the methodical way their hands
and arms were bound behind their backs. She knew that she was tied in the same
way, apart from the allowance made for her bust, and it seemed obvious to her
that she wasn't going to get free. Even working together it would take them ages. But why do I have to stay gagged, then, she
wanted to shout.
"Nnnnngghhh"
she mumbled, and when they looked round at her, looked down her nose at the
gag, which she could just about see. The robber who did most of the talking
grinned.
"You
two married?" he said, addressing the two men.
"Yes,
why?" asked Arnold.
"Well,
you'll both enjoy having a woman around without having to listen to her
rabbiting on, for once in your life. So the lady here is going to keep her gag.
And if we get back and find you've been trying to escape, you two get silenced
as well. Understand?"
"Understood!"
said George, avoiding Marie's glare. She rolled her eyes in a gesture of
exasperation. She tried in vain to struggle against her ropes, but stopped when
she noticed the smiling robbers watching. She sat quietly as they finished
tying up the two men.
And
once they were seated, when it came to their feet, they were just tied at the
ankles. The binding at the thighs, the talk of spanking, was only for her. She
didn't know if she should fell complimented or offended.
Looking
at the robbers as they worked, she realised that the man who had worn the
uniform was not in the room. Why not, she wondered, where was he? The question
was soon answered. One of the masked Nixons addressed their captives.
"We're borrowing the car, we've got another job
to do. Don't worry, madam, we'll bring it back undamaged. But don't bother
trying to get loose, we'll just have to tie you up
again when we get back"
With
these words, they left the building. The prisoners could all hear a heavy
object being pushed against the door from the other side.
I'm
not trying anything, Marie thought to herself. She felt as if she was the only
one who had any guts. She wasn't going to do anything to make the situation
worse. She didn't like to think how long she was going to sit here in
discomfort on the dusty hard floor, bound and gagged, but incurring the wrath
of the robbers wouldn't be wise. She tried not to think about the threatened
spanking. Surely they were joking.
A
long time later, or so it seemed, she heard the heavy object being moved away
from the door. The gang, her tormentors, were back.
What else was in store for them now?
To
her surprise, the first two people through the door were not the robbers, but
the people who should have been her next passengers. Rodney Warner and his
assistant, Penny Wilson were hustled into the room. Penny, a pretty though
plump blonde in her early thirties had a cheerful disposition and she and Marie
had often shared anecdotes about their dull and uncommunicative bosses. This
morning there was no smile on her face as she was ushered into the room behind
her boss. Sharp suited Rodney Warner was usually quick-witted and chatty, a ladies man, and although he
looked frightened when he entered the room, he nodded to Marie and gave her a
quick smile. His eyes lit up, or so she thought, as he stared at her. She
flushed with embarrassment, she found him quite
attractive and usually enjoyed his flattery. Seeing her sitting here bound and
gagged had obviously made an impression on him. He couldn't take his eyes off
her. She didn't know which he was staring at hardest, her thighs where her
skirt had ridden up during her struggles, or her breasts inside the
now-stretched white blouse. One of the Nixons pushed him towards the far wall
and turned him round, pulling his hands behind his back to begin the task of
tying him up. Penny was made to stand in the middle of the room facing Marie
while another robber attended to her. "I do appreciate a girl who has something
to get hold of" he said. For a moment, Marie thought her friend was going to
deliver a cutting comment in reply, and as Penny caught her eye, she shook her
head emphatically. Penny got the message and said nothing.
Penny
was dressed in her usual work attire, a mix of businesslike and fashionable.
Today she wore a two-piece suit, waistcoat and skirt in light and dark brown,
in a bold check fabric. With it, a high-necked blouse in
lemon yellow with french cuffs, buttoned up at
the fashionably pointed collar. A pair of calf length dark brown boots with
two-inch heels completed her outfit. She grinned halfheartedly at Marie,
putting on a brave face as her hands were pulled behind her back. Her
expression changed to a frown as the cords were pulled tight round her wrists.
She tried to look back over her shoulder as the man created a web of ropes
around her arms and body, but was rewarded with a slap on her bottom and words
of advice. "Don’t tempt me, darling. Keep still and don't make it
difficult ". With an indignant look to Marie, she took the advice.
She
stood, sullen but silent, looking down with interest as the last cords were
tightened round her arms and body. "Isn't this a bit too thorough? I was
caught up in a wage snatch, a hold up, a couple of years ago, at work" Oh
dear, Marie thought. Every person who knew Penny had heard this story. The
details varied considerably with every telling. Marie knew it was true because
it had been in the local paper, but it wasn't the work of an international criminal
mastermind. Penny had been the sole secretary, wages clerk and cashier for a
small builder, working in a caravan on a building site. On a Friday afternoon , pay day, the workers had gone to the caravan to
collect their wages, only to find the money gone and Penny bound and gagged on
the floor. It was the work of two builders who had been fired a few weeks
earlier. The amount of the haul, and the number of robbers, grew every time
Marie heard the tale. Penny continued" They only tied my hands behind my back,
and my feet, and gagged me, then they cleared off.
They didn't go to this much trouble".
"Well,
I'm a perfectionist. You'll see," he said without looking up.
Something
suddenly occurred to her. Without turning, she addressed the robber who had
just finished tying her. "Why have you gagged Marie and not the
others" she demanded. "That's not fair, is it"
Marie
could see what was happening behind her friend and shook her head again, but
Penny didn't understand. She continued "no, it just Mmmmph! Nnnnmmmph"
stopping only when a piece of knotted fabric was pushed between her teeth and
pulled tight at the back of her neck. Her eyes widened in fury and disbelief as
it was knotted.
"It's
because you birds can't keep quiet” he explained."I did warn you"
said the man, with a hint of amusement in his voice. He slapped her bottom
again, harder this time. "I could get used to this. I think the pair of
you need a good spanking, actually ". Oh no,
Marie thought to herself. I'm going to get spanked, in front of these guys, and
so is Penny, because she can't keep her mouth shut. Rescue came from an
unexpected quarter.
"Okay,
that's enough ". Another of the gang spoke, apparently one with authority . "We've got deadlines to meet. You've had
your fun. Time to go. Get her finished and we'll be
going".
Without
a word, the man he addressed took Penny by the shoulders. "Down on the
floor. On your knees" he said. He helped her down into a kneeling
position. Why kneeling, Marie wondered. Was this what was in store for her?
Penny shot her a worried look as she adjusted her knees on the concrete floor.
The masked robber squatted behind her, binding her feet with several loops of
cord, leaving a yard of it unused. Having knotted it, he pulled the cord up, passed
it round her bound wrists, then up to the middle of her back, where a central
knot joined the ropes round her arms and body. As she watched fascinated, Marie
worried that her friend was going to have an uncomfortable time, kneeling on
this floor until they were freed. She hoped it wasn't going to be done to her
as well.
Then,
to her and Penny's surprise, he took Penny by the shoulders again and pushed
her forward, lowering her to lay face down on the floor, in the middle of the
room. After giving her a final smack on her bottom, the man got to his feet.
"That should keep you under control " he
announced.
The
uniformed driver, who Marie had forgotten about, reappeared in the doorway.
This time he was masked as well, not a Nixon mask but a scarf tied across the
lower part of his face. She realised, she should have paid more attention to
how he looked. He was the only one she had seen without his mask. "Out
here, all of you. Slight change to the plan. Then he
was gone, before she had a chance to get a good look at him. The three, the one
who had held the gun and the two who had tied Penny and Rodney, followed him
out.
"Don't
get up to anything, we're coming back. It could get a lot less pleasant"
said the one who seemed to be in charge. Yes, Marie thought, it could. I could
be trussed up like Penny, at least I'm sitting up. She
just wished they would go. The five of them should be able to get loose,
surely. They always did in TV thrillers.
As
soon as the door closed, Penny started to struggle against the cords that held
her, or at least she made a futile attempt to. Marie grunted into her gag and
caught her attention. As Penny looked up at her, she shook her head again. She
didn't want Penny doing anything that would annoy the robbers, or, much more
likely, give them an excuse to tease their female prisoners. They had come
close to being spanked, or so it seemed. Penny didn't seem to realise this. She
rolled her eyes in a gesture of impatience.
Heaven knows, it was like reasoning with a child. All they had to do was
wait. She noticed that the three men opposite, all
silent in spite of not having been gagged, were watching the two women with
interest. George Fletcher spoke up.
"If
I were you I'd keep still and quiet. They'll soon be off, they've got the
money. You, the lady on the floor, you got yourself gagged by talking too much.
Not you Marie, I didn't mean you". Penny turned
her head, with some difficulty, to look at him. He continued, his speech really
being directed at Marie. "When I reasoned with them and dissuaded them
from gagging me, I assumed that they would remove that piece of cloth from your
mouth. I didn't realise the sort of unpleasant characters that I was dealing
with".
Marie
stared at him. She wouldn't have known what to say if she had been able to
speak. It sounded as if he felt guilty, and was trying to seem less selfish
than he thought he appeared. Unpleasant characters, she thought. What do you
expect from armed robbers? As if reading her thoughts, he added."I've been
threatened with a gun and tied up, we all have, but nobody has been hurt. If we all stay calm and wait till they leave before we attempt to
free ourselves, hopefully nothing worse will happen".
"I'll
second that" said Rodney Warner, looking at Marie again in a way that she
found both flattering and unnerving. She hadn't expected to be on the receiving
end of admiring looks while she sat, dishevelled, dusty and bound.
The
door opened and the three masked men entered. The uniformed man was not there
now, she guessed that he didn't want anybody seeing too much of him.
"Right, folks" One of the men stepped forward. "We're leaving
now, but you are all staying here. In two hours we will let the police know
where you are, and they'll come and save you. Something for
the ladies to look forward to. But you lot won't wait, will you, you'll
try to get loose, and we don't want that. We're going to make it a bit harder
for you".
Oh,
hell, what is it now, Marie thought. How much harder
can it be. Penny squirmed on the floor in front of
her. H'm Marie thought. I could be tied like that, face down, feet tied to
hands behind me. My bottom spanked while I'm being tied, the unwelcome thought
came to mind.
The
robber explained "first the good news. Nobody needs to be gagged. Like the
man said, it's miles from anywhere. You can shout till you are hoarse, but
really I wouldn't bother. Oh, and we'll call the police in a while,
tell them where to find you. All you need to do is wait".
"What's
the bad news?" Rodney Warner asked, "We're going to find out anyway "
"Well,
we don't want to take stuff with us, masks, ropes and stuff, do we. If we get stopped by the police, they might think we're
up to something". He looked round the room at his captive
audience."We're going to move you into separate rooms, because if we
don't, you'll all have each other untied inside half an hour. Then you'll be
out on the road, flagging down cars, the cops will be after us sooner than we
want. I'm sure you understand . So as we won't have
masks, and we've got spare bandages, we're going to blindfold you."
The
three bound men commented in various ways."Oh, for heaven’s sake"
said George Fletcher angrily.
"What
the hell's the point of that?" demanded Rodney Warner. Penny, face down on the floor, raised her head, frowned and mumbled
an angry protest into her gag. Marie didn't try to utter a sound, fearful of
being laughed at by the robbers.
Another
of the gang interrupted "Why bother telling them, just let’s get on with
it" he said impatiently."If we drag this out much longer, they'll be
missed, someone else is gonna phone the law".
"Okay,
keep your hair on" The first man threw a loose bundle of bandages to the
impatient one. "Help me out, you do some of them". Marie tried to
shuffle backwards as he turned in her direction, but instead of starting on her
he squatted by Penny, Guessing what was coming, she
moved her head to one side in a futile attempt to avoid the blindfold. Of
course it did no good, the man just laughed as he wound the fabric round
Penny's head three times, adjusting it carefully to ensure that she couldn't
see.
"You've
got some spirit, Blondie, I'll give you that" he commented. "Going to take the gag out now". Marie was pleased
to hear that al least, but the man worried her all over again when he whispered
to Penny, "No biting or yelling, right, or you'll get some of this"
and so saying he gave Penny a slap on her buttocks. She squealed into her gag,
and pulled her feet against the cords holding them to her wrists. Marie
couldn't help feeling sorry for Penny and angry at the robbers. Penny hadn't
done anything to deserve it, but she had been treated worse than the rest of them.
She had been tied more uncomfortably, her bottom smacked repeatedly, now she
was being blindfolded first. If only we got the chance to pay them back, she
thought. But then, at least, the man was unfastening
Penny's gag. Marie watched as
Penny ran her tongue over her lips. She willed her friend not to say anything
sarcastic. To her relief Penny merely muttered "Thanks".
"Right"
said the man, turning toward Marie. "I'll take care of this lady, somebody
take her next door (pointing at Penny), and deal with those guys" He
seemed to be in charge, Marie realised. She saw one of the men crouched by
Penny, feeling a stab of horror as she saw a craft knife in his hand, then a
gasp of relief as he used it to saw through the cord that linked Penny's bound wrists
to her booted ankles.
Without
any hesitation, he turned Penny over on her back, then, with an arm under her
thighs and the other under her shoulders, he lifted her up and started towards
one of the three doors. Now able to speak, Penny complained loudly" Hey,
what are you doing? Put me down, be careful". Keep quiet, please, Marie
mentally begged her. If it was me I wouldn't make a fuss. She already sensed
that at least some of the men were a little bit too interested in their female
prisoners. Keeping quiet and not attracting attention was the best thing, she
felt. The man's reply reinforced her view.
"I'm
relocating you" he chuckled. "Perhaps you need a gentle reminder when
we get outside" Penny must have understood, because she didn't say another
word.
As
Penny, suddenly compliant and still, was being carried out of the room, Marie's
attention was drawn back to the other man, the one who was going to "take
care of her". He was smoothing out a very long strip of fabric which she recognized
as surgical bandage. Close-up, she could see that there was more than enough to
blindfold her, it would go round her head several
times. As he crouched by her side she was tempted to pull away from him, but
decided not to. It would only delay the inevitable, and might provoke him to
pay her some unwelcome attention. She had seen Penny being smacked on the
bottom. She tried not to think about that sort of thing happening to her. She
hadn't been spanked since childhood. She was distracted by her captor, who said
"lights out" jovially as he placed the bandage over her eyes and
wound it round her head, sometimes it went low, on her nose, sometimes higher,
on her brow. The end result was that she couldn't see a thing, hardly a chink
of light. He finished it off with a knot at the back of her head.
Now
I really feel like a prisoner, she thought. She had sat here for an hour or
two, her arms and legs bound, her mouth gagged, expecting to be set free before
too long, but instead she was experiencing a more intense level of captivity.
"Time to move next door, don't want you all untying each other too soon,
do we?" he explained, still jovial.
Suddenly
his hands were on her, under her thighs and around her shoulders, the same way
Penny had been carried out. A frivolous thought crossed her mind. Was there a
criminal textbook on how to carry bound women? The men were no wimps, both she and Penny were on the plump side and had
been lifted with no trouble at all. She felt cool air as they went through the
door, were they outdoors. His footsteps sound different, as if they were on
concrete. Then she was being lowered, into a sitting position, she was grateful
for that at least. The surface felt cold and hard on her bottom, it must be
concrete. Now he was going to take her gag out, wasn't he? That's what they had
said. She knew Penny had been ungagged. The man pulled on the cords round her
arms, then those at her ankles, testing to see if they were still tight enough
she supposed. "You're in a loading bay, a bit dusty and dirty but out of
the sun. There's a three-foot drop all the way along, so stay put. Don't
wriggle about and you'll be all right. Nice meeting you!".
His tone was reassuring, but Marie didn't want reassuring, she wanted the gag
taken out of her mouth.
"Nggwwrk ngg mmm.
Mmmph" she grunted. It was the best she could do. She hoped he wasn't
laughing.
"Oh
yes" he said. We said we'd take the gags off. But you're out here,
somebody driving by might here you yelling. Anyway, there's nobody to talk to
here, is there?"
To
Marie's anger and disbelief, he walked away. She listened as he closed the
door. What a bastard, she thought. I did everything they told me to do, didn't
give them any trouble, nobody else is still gagged. Why me? She saw herself as
a strong person, but she felt like bursting into tears, just out of
frustration. She tried to think about escaping, getting loose. She had played
around with the cords already, furtively, not wanting to be caught trying to
escape, and she didn't think she had much chance of freeing herself. She had
made no impression on the ropes and couldn't reach any knots. It was hopeless.
She thought about trying to move across the floor to the door, but she was
blindfolded and couldn't guess where it was. And there was that three foot
drop, somewhere close. It would be awful to fall over the edge, unexpectedly,
with no hands to break her fall.
One
of them had said they would call the police, how long would she have to wait
for them to come? She didn't know what time it was, but surely it couldn't be
long before she was missed. She could hear all sorts of noises, birdsong, not
too far away, distant traffic, and, most interesting, the voices of the
robbers, in other parts of the cement works. Frustratingly, she couldn't make
out what they were saying. She was surprised that they were still around. They
had seemed to be in such a hurry earlier. She eventually heard a familiar
sound, the engine of her limousine, being driven away. Please don't damage it,
she pleaded silently. It occurred to her that she hadn't heard the van leaving.
She was sure she would have noticed if it had driven away. Had the robbers all
left in her car, or was one still here?
She
sat, still wondering if there was a way she could free herself, when she heard
the nearby door opening, then quietly being closed. Footsteps approached
quickly, but no words were spoken. She knew that he was standing quite close to
her, but he didn't speak. Why not, she wondered. He must have returned to check
that she was still tied securely. She heard him getting down next to her,
kneeling or sitting. She felt a surge of panic as she felt his hands on her
shoulders. He turned her to one side and lowered her backward, so that she was
lying on her side, then rolled her over on to her stomach. What the hell was he
up to? Was he one of the robbers even, or was he somebody who was just passing
by, who had found her unexpectedly. She couldn't ask him what he wanted, or beg
to be untied, because of the gag. Of course, he knew that. It was she who
couldn't see anything. Then his hands were caressing her bottom, both hands.
She tried to wriggle away from the hands, but one of them pressed down hard on
the small of her back. Then, to her horror, the caressing stopped, the hand
pulled her skirt back and she felt the fingers pulling the waistband of her
tights and panties down. They weren't pulled down far, just to the top of her
thighs. The first thing she was aware of was a cold breeze on her bottom, but
that was the least of her troubles. Without warning, a hard smack came down on
her naked posterior. Marie squealed into her gag, and bucked against the hand,
but it had no effect on her unseen tormentor, another slap followed just a few
seconds later. The more she squirmed, the harder the smacks became. The last
time that she had been spanked was when she was a child, and that had been at
the hands of her mother, who wasn't trying to humiliate her or hurt her. This
was much worse, the unseen man was spanking her hard,
for his own gratification. Marie realised this and stopped struggling, hoping
that he would lose interest. She desperately hoped that he wasn't going to do
anything worse. She counted eighteen smacks, then
suddenly a car horn hooted, twice in quick succession.
He
stopped suddenly,
hesitated, then pulled her panties and tights back up, almost to
their correct position. Not quite right and quite uncomfortable, but she was
just happy that her bottom wasn't being smacked any more. She heard him getting
to his feet, then she was aware of him moving away
from her. His steps were louder now, less furtive. She heard the door open and
close. She was on her own again, indignant and mystified as to who had done
this to her. It must have been the man who was meant to take her gag out. But
then she reasoned, it could have been any of them. It
might have been somebody else. She had never heard of women being spanked by
mysterious assailants.
A
few moments earlier, elsewhere in the building, three men who were no longer
masked were standing by a van, getting impatient. "Where the hell's Ray
got to?" said one of them.
"Just
gone to water his horse, he said" answered another. "I'll give him a
toot, that'll bring him back"
On
the floor of the loading bay, Marie lay on her side, listening as a nearby
vehicle drove away. Her bottom stung, but her pride was hurt as well. She had
already decided that she wouldn't mention the spanking. How long would it be
before the Police arrived, she wondered.