'The copper's gone. You're safe.' Here was a new dilemma. Would I get fucked less with truth or with fiction.' At a quick guess I'd get my legs parted as often one way as the other. He wasn't going to believe me anyway. I was about to tell him the whole story truthfully when I realized that nobody, absolutely nobody would believe it. It was too far out. If Hennery wanted to think me a fugitive from the Law, well and good. When he had finished fucking me he might make a hero of himself by returning me to custody. A nice large uniformed policeman would have been a godsend right then.
'It was the official secrets Act,' I fabricated. 'I sold a few papers.' I pulled at my handcuffs fretfully to show him my contempt for authority. 'Lot of fuss about nothing — a lot of dots and dashes… '
'Where'd you work'!'
'Delsington. With Marriot Dynamics. They do Government work.' He nodded. It had sounded good. 'Bloody little spy, eh?' He was amused and approving. 'What yer' get paid'!'
'A lousy couple of hundred, and look where it got me''
'How come you're wandering on the moor?'
'Detective Pollard was taking me from one prison to another when we got jumped and shot up. I suppose it was the people who paid me.' I gave him what I hoped was a sly female glance. 'If you want money I can tell you where to go. Someone will pay a lot to get hold of me.'
'Don't you want ter' stay here, love?' He sounded hurt.
'You mean you'd harbour a spy? I'll get about seven years if they catch me. You'd get the same.' It hit him. I could see the impact. But he was not about to relinquish a good thing. 'I gotcha', see lass. I ain't never had none o' the likes o' you — lovely body an all! I'm going ter enjoy yer proper.' I shrugged and kept silent. I was sure he would enjoy me. 'In fact, gal', don't it occur ter you same as it has ter me, I could keep you here for life. You've done a vanishing act. I might as well take advantage of it.' I cringed. He was so absolutely right. He got up and fingered the handcuffs. 'Always bin' curious 'bout these things, love. Never got this close. Where's the key?'
'There isn't any. It's lost.' He was startled at the prospect. 'Sure it ain't up yer cunt'!' He asked suspiciously.
'If it was, I'm sure you'd have no trouble finding it.'
'Well I'll be damned! I got tools and I expect I could get 'em off yer.' He mused, silently considering, 'but hell, I'd be crazy. You can keep 'em. Best things I ever see to keep a filly in her place.' My heart sank again. My hands forever linked in steel behind my back! What a prospect for a girl! 'I can't do much for you without my hands,' I offered disconsolately. He chuckled, pleased as punch. 'You'll be surprised, love.' I would not be surprised, but I was not going to tell him so. Instead I asked: 'Do you want a thousand pounds? If so, phone-' I gave him Yolanda's number.
'Not now, love. Right now you and me's going to have tea. After we've had it you're going to get the fucking of your life.' I didn't know what to do or say to be right. I resorted to need: 'Could I have breakfast please? I haven't eaten for a day and a night.'
'Bacon and eggs do yer? I'm hungry myself.' I drank the tea thankfully, and ate the food he shovelled into my mouth. I forbore mentioning the advantage of giving me my hands. He would only do that when he was damn good and ready, if ever! Then Mr. Colin Hennery fucked me with immense panache. Why talk about if! It's like being whipped. I could make a pun of the comparison. Stroke by stroke! I'd been fucked by an uncouth stranger who did it rather well. No doubt he would fuck me again. And that's that! I hoped that next time he would take off his trousers.
'Another cup, lass?' We were sitting in the afterglow, or whatever you want to call it. I said: 'Yes, please.'
'You're a lovely bit o' arse, lass. What's your name?'
'Thank you. My name is Euphemia: Phemie for short.'
'Pleased ter' meetcha, Phemie. Finest cunt I ever see.'
'You are too kind. What about toilet arrangements?' I was keeping him enough off balance to earn respect.
'You want to pee or something?' He seemed surprised.
'If you're going to keep me prisoner it's something we have to live with.' Faced with feminine unreason he became irritable. 'I ain't goin' ter let you run around loose. I go behind the barn meself.'
'I don't mind if you watch,' I offered brightly.
'Wouldn't be proper, lass.' He affirmed with in-consistent purity. 'Tell yer what though. I got a length o' chain. I'll padlock your ankle when yer want ter go.'
'Thank you. It's a lovely arrangement.' We made a solemn pilgrimage to a tree well removed from the house. I extended a naked ankle for the chain and padlock which seemed to weigh five pounds. There was another of the same to go round the tree. Since the chain was fairly long it gave a lady a bit of latitude for her toilet.
'Are you going to keep me naked, Mr. Hennery?' I asked brightly as we sat down for our second lot of tea.
'Ain't got no clothes, lass.'
'There's the blanket I arrived in.'
'Nah. Naked's more my style.' I shed no tears. The rug had been untidy and draughty. No doubt I would become accustomed to being ogled full time. Colin Hennery was fascinated by my breasts. 'I bet you haven't seen many naked girls, Mr. Hennery?' I enquired archly.
'The likes o' me don't get to,' he retorted bitterly. 'And them we do ain't in your class. Big rumps, big bellies, fat legs.' He shook his head sadly. 'Proper treat, you are. We'll have another go after yer finished yer tea.' The second 'go' was much like the first. I could well see that, in Mr. Hennery's company, it would save a lot of trouble for a girl to be naked, or at least without panties.
'Don't you ever take your trousers off?' I asked innocently.
'What for'!' He seemed surprised.
'Never mind, thank you.'
'You thinking of an extra inch?' He demanded. 'I can put a pillow or a log o' wood under… '
'Never mind,' I said hastily. 'I was thinking more of being polite… and won't your trousers get a bit messy?'
'They're messy now. Bloke what has to work…' I let it drop and hoped he would. I sipped from the cup he held reverently to my lips. 'Have you any other work in mind for me besides what we've been doing?'
'What yer up to, lass? You got ideas? Don't you try no tricks now! What you calling work?' I had sought tact. I abandoned it. 'Fucking,' I said briefly.
'Never looked at a piece o' arse that way,' he reflected musingly. 'But I suppose to a hoity-toity lady like you…' I could feel punishment hovering in the way he said it. Please don't call me that,' I pleaded. 'I'm not hoity- toity at all. I'm not a lady any more, even if I ever was. I'm a criminal, and if you hand me over to the police I'll become a convict for a long time.' He was mollified. He now looked at me expansively as though moving on to the next order of business. 'You're quite right,' he agreed. 'I can't be fucking you all the time. More's the pity! But there's other things I can do, ain't there!' He treated me to a broad wink.
'Such as?'
'They didn't give you them whip marks in Brixton?'
'Actually, no. I annoyed someone.'
'So you stood still and let 'em whip you?' My courage drooped. What was the use? Wherever I went it would be the same. I thought yearningly of Yolanda and castle Glynt. Why, oh, why, oh, why!
'I'm sorry the marks bother you. They'll go away in a week or two. It doesn't matter how I got them, does it?'
'They don't bother me, love. They interest me. Come clean now, someone paid you to let 'em put them marks on your hide.'
'The last thing I got was money,' I said bitterly.
'How about me putting a few on you too?' There it was. Honest intent! 'I'd rather you didn't,' I said, looking him straight in the eye. 'It hurts a girl far more than you'd believe.'
'Some girls like it.'
'You've been reading books.'
'You like it. I can tell.'
