Chapter 8. Revenge
"How's your bum, Charley?" Gallie asked. The four, Charley, Bob, Sally and
Gallie were sitting around the dining table in a small hotel in Exeter and the
chairs were wooden and hard.
"One of these days, you'll find out. I'll get my own back." Charley was in good
humour. Her bum was tender and she knew she would fidget around on the seat a
good deal before the meal was over. "You two lied to Bob about my enjoying the
caning. You knew how long it took me to get over that and yet you egged him on
to do something similar. I'll get my own back! You just wait!"
Apart from the pain of the Friday evening, the weekend had gone well. Bob had
tended her with care but without ever losing his control. She was in his house,
she would do what he said. But what he said was never unreasonable and they had
a good time as far as they could given Charley found it difficult to move. Twice
he fucked her doggie style to save putting extra weight on her arse and both
enjoyed the sensation.
Monday morning she drove to her own home to ready herself for the bus trip to
Exeter later in the day. The trip took far longer than expected because of hold
ups on the M25 and M4 motorways and the sombre mood of the passengers wasn't
helped by their feelings on having to recount the horrors of the night on the
mountain in the coming few days.
It was expected the inquest would be over in two days at the most. Usually they
took less time but with the number of witnesses to be called this one was
scheduled for Tuesday and Wednesday. However, it was late Friday when the
Coroner called a halt. Roger's parents employed a lawyer who wanted to collect
as much evidence as he could to support a manslaughter charge against Stan
Copely. It was not a court, nor was Stan on trial although it felt like it.
Every action by the witnesses was questioned at length. The questioning of
Barbara Stavely started it off.
After the usual preliminaries Council asked, "The walk was due to start at 9.00
a.m. and yet you didn't arrive down for breakfast until almost ten. Why was
that?"
"We,... I overslept."
"We?"
"Everyone knows. It's no secret. I spent the night in Stanley Copely's bed but
what that has to do with poor Roger's death, I don't know."
"We think it may have, Miss Stavely. What time did the you and he finally get to
sleep?"
"I guess it must have been about three-thirty."
"Three-thirty in the morning? Very late, Miss Stavely. So you both overslept?"
"Well Stan woke me a bit after eight but we thought we had time for a quickie
and then we fell asleep again. Next time I saw the clock it said 9:51. I woke
Stan and we rushed around. Didn't have time for a shower or do my face even."
*****
"Sally Furlow, why did you decide to return to the hotel and not continue on to
the hut?" Council asked.
"My feet were sore and blistered. I'm a town girl and there are no hills where I
come from. My shoes weren't suitable so I figured my job wasn't worth carrying
on. I told him to stuff his assessments."
"Who is 'he', Miss Furlow?"
"Our Senior Manager, Stan Copely. I decided, if he wanted to be rid of me, so be
it. I thought I would be able to get another job and I hoped the others would
come too but only Gallie did and then Billie followed to help us."
"You didn't just return because you wanted an quiet night with Billie?"
"No, Sir. I just didn't think I could walk much further and even coming back
down the mountain was very painful. It was mainly my feet Sir. And Robert
Eason's warning that worse was to come. He said he knew the area and seemed to
know what he was talking about. He said the weather forecast was not good and I
remembered one of the other ladies saying that earlier."
So Council went on investigating every detail from each member of the group.
Stan still wasn't fit enough to stand to give evidence and was allowed to sit.
Even so the Coroner had to adjourn the sitting to give him time to recover. It
wasn't only his chest, it was the worry over what they might decide.
Natalie Grant was called and interrogated as to the firm's policy on training
staff before allowing them to lead outdoor events, the emergency procedures in
place, what she had done to ensure the safety of her workforce before sending
them on the course etc. Of course there no procedures in place, and she had only
rubber stamped the course without checking on its content. It could be she would
be indicted too.
On the Friday, the Coroner gave an open verdict on the cause of death and
Roger's parent's council gave notice he would be passing all the information on
to the police for possible prosecution against Stan or the company or both.
The group that returned home on the Friday evening were somewhat relieved the
ordeal was over for the time being but were still not in a jolly mood. Each
seemed wrapped up in their own thoughts. Even Sally and Gallie weren't
chattering as lively as normal. Charley lay against Bob with her eyes closed,
not sleeping but churning over the events of the past few days and planning how
she could get her own back on the two girls. By the time they arrived at Ipswich
she had the germ of an idea.
Five weeks later she had an afternoon dental appointment. It was only for a
check-up but she took the whole afternoon off and afterward drove to the club.
Juliet answered the door when she rang. "Can I see the boss, Juliet, please?"
Charley asked.
"You want another caning, Charley?"
"Not likely but I have an idea for a show the boss might go with." Boss and
Charley discussed the idea at length and he agreed that if she could get a
letter from the girls that they were willing to go along with it, he would put
it on. He wanted a disclaimer so as to be absolved from any legal battle if
they didn't like what they received.
Getting the letter was not a great stumbling block. Signing forms was almost a
way of life at Grant and Grant's so when given a sheaf of papers to sign,
neither Sally or Gallie actually looked at every sheet. The main text of one
they signed read:
'We the undersigned unreservedly agree to act as Egyptian slaves in the
forthcoming club soiree.
We promise to try to appear unwilling slaves and act as if we are forced to play
our parts. We have seen how well some previous actresses have portrayed their
roles and will endeavour to emulate them to the best of our ability. All the
apparent reluctance to participate will be part of our act and should be totally
ignored.
Provided we are not permanently marked or scarred and are paid for our
performance, we absolve the Club from any liabilities arising from this
contract.
Signed:'
Charley mailed the signed documents to the boss.
A fortnight later, the three and Bob were in the club watching a fairly tame
spanking father daughter skit, when the Boss came and greeted them. Ladies and
especially you Charley, you have been such good customers that I am offering you
three tickets to one of our country get togethers. Normally they cost ?500 each
but for you, they are free. You have earned me a good deal in the past Charley
and I know it was through the efforts of your friends so I wish to reward them
too. We will give you the location by email at 4 p.m. on 14th June which is the
day of the get together. It is within of fifty miles from here and the
performance will start at 9.30. Overnight accommodation has been booked for the
three of you sharing. As you may have heard, at these country shows, audience
participation is much greater than we can allow at the club. I am sure you
understand what that means." Boss left the tickets and went and talked with
other members and the group noticed some men were passing their credit cards and
receiving a ticket.
"I wonder what he meant by 'greater audience participation'. Does that mean we
get to swish a whip?" Gallie asked.
"From what John told me, they have actual sex in the show and you might get a
cock or two inside you," Charley answered.
"Does that mean you will too?" Bob looked concerned.
"Probably, but you needn't worry dear. I'll come back to you."
"I don't think you should go." Bob looked downcast.
"Bob. As yet we're not married. I'm not tied to you although if things keep
going the way they are, I might well be. You already know of my two sided life
and have taken advantage of it. We've had some great sex and some good weekends
walking in the Dales, this meeting is something I feel I need to do, even if it
is for one last time. Either you let me go without any comebacks later, or you
go back to your old way of life."
"They might thrash you again?"
"They might, but I doubt it. Before I have always signed a disclaimer form and
knew I was getting paid for what they did to me. Nothing has been said this
time. They have probably booked someone else seeing I haven't made myself
available for a while." Bob still wasn't satisfied but left the subject alone
for the time being. Over the intervening weeks he did raise the subject but
always Charley's answer was the same. She would do it this time and if he still
wanted her afterwards, she would consider making it the last time.
When it came the destination was a old large house to the north of Diss. "Please
arrive at 7:30 for 8 p.m. dinner with the owner," the email instructed. The
owner was an ex cavalry major who still kept his title, Major James Donahue. His
wife Pauline shyly greeted them and introduced their two sons, Bruce and Jackson
who were both in their late twenties. Sally and Gallie immediately took a shine
to the handsome pair. Major James seemed pleasant enough but very forthright in
his views, his wife on the other hand, only spoke when asked a question.
The Boss whose name they found out for the first time was Brendon, Juliet, John
and a rather sombre man they simply called Igor arrived for dinner but were not
staying overnight. During the meal the girls tried to find out about the
performance but nothing more than they already knew was given away. "It's an
Egyptian evening" Brendon said. Everyone knew that. The only snippet of
information that finally slipped out was that Igor was the whip man but that was
all that was said of his role.
When the other guests arrived, each was given a simple Egyptian style white
tunic dress to wear and shown a room in which they could change. Most had booked
into a fairly local hotel and arrived together by the club minibus at 9 p.m.
Sally and Gallie were given similar costumes but Juliet came and took Charley
and John into a side room and were given much more lavish costumes "I didn't
think I was to play a part this time Juliet," a surprised Charley asked.
"You're Cleopatra dear and John is your Mark Anthony. You will have control over
how much punishment your friends get. Don't be too lenient on them. Remember the
caning they arranged for you. Remember these people have paid an awful lot of
money to see this show and there could be some nasty scenes if they think they
are being ripped off. 'Igor' is an expert with the whip. His whip is softer than
it looks. It makes a lot of noise and will hurt and leave red stripes but they
will heal within a short time. Do they realise they will be 'raped'?"
"Not yet. They still think they are spectators."
"I doubt they think that now. Boss has them tied in their room and was showing
them their disclaimer forms when I left. From what I heard I don't think you are
their best friend at the moment." Juliet arranged a gold an blue card headdress
and a rather gaudy plastic necklace on Charley. She looked very amateur
dramatics Egyptian but that wouldn't matter too much in the rather dim light of
the main hall, now furnished to resemble an Egyptian throne room. "There I think
you're ready now. You ready too Mark Anthony?" Juliet fussed over their costumes
a bit and led them downstairs.
'Cleopatra' entered the 'throne room' with 'Mark Anthony' a step behind, and
slowly and with her best attempt at looking regal, walked down the centre of the
room towards the throne.
"Crack!!" Igor's whip sounded like a gunshot inside the lofty room. "Kneel you
unworthy people. Kneel when your queen enters the room. "Crack!! Crack!!
Crack!!" The whip sounded repeatedly as the audience got to their knees.
Cleopatra walked slowly between the two rows of kneeling people. "Seems a higher
proportion of women here than at the club," she thought to herself as she nodded
gracefully first one side and then the other until she reached her throne. There
she turned, sat and waited for Mark to make himself comfortable alongside her.
"What comes next?" she whispered to him.
"Clap your hands and order the entertainment to begin," John whispered back.
She did. A gong sounded. Music played and Juliet started one of her routine
sensual dances. It went on for a while and the audience became restless. This
was not what they had come for. Erotic though it was, it wasn't what they had
paid a lot of money to see.
"Let me go you bastards! Let go of me! I was tricked into this!!" Gallie's voice
rose above the dance music. It was joined by Sally too screaming to be released.
"Guards! What is the meaning of this disturbance to our entertainment?"
Cleopatra's voice was raised in annoyance.
Outside, unseen by the audience, Sally and Gallie still yelled obscenities at
their captors. Their wrists were tied but their gags had been removed. "There's
some mistake. We're guests at this show. You'll be in trouble when we get back!
Those forms were fakes!" Gallie tried pleading and then threatening the two men
who held her.
Bruce, the guard knelt. "I'm sorry your majesty. We found two rebels trying to
get in. They will be removed and exucuted immediately majesty."
"Wait. Bring them in. I think they will provide some of our entertainment
tonight. Bring them forth."
Both girls were dragged in to the applause of the onlookers. Seeing Charley on
the throne, Sally yelled, "Charley tell them this is a mistake. Tell them to let
us go." Before Charley could answer both she and Gallie knew they had been set
up. Set up by their friend.
"Guard. Who are these bitches that dare to call me by some foreign name? From
whence do they come?" Cleopatra's words were icy.
"Majesty, we think they may be spies in the pay of your rival, Prince Abdul. It
is not the first time they have sort to injure your majesty. Shall I put them to
death Majesty?"
"No! No! Charley this is going too far," yelled Sally. She'd heard of snuff
parties and wasn't too sure this wasn't going to be one.
"Silence these creatures, Guards," Charley ordered. When the guards, Bruce and
Jackson, had gagged the pair again, Cleopatra went on, "Death will be too quick
and easy. They need to pay for their previous plotting against me. Pay in the
same way as they made me pay, but with interest." By now the audience realised
this was a grudge show. Most had seen the trio on the club and heard about, even
if they hadn't seen, how Charley had been caned. "Strip them and parade them to
my loyal subjects. Let everyone see and feel their unworthy bodies. Bodies that
are so nice on the outside but contain cruel, rotten hearts. We will make sure
their bodies are likewise cruelly marked in a short while. Make sure everyone,
man or woman is allowed within reach so their fingers can tease the white flesh
of these rebels before we turn it to all colours of a beautiful rainbow. Spare
them not any humiliation."
Charley felt quite pleased with her speech. None of this was in the apology for
a script. Charley had added it. However, the two guards now aided by two other
slaves, easily fell in with the new plan and quickly tore off the flimsy
costumes and carried the two naked girls to the participants at each side. Both
girls struggled but soon there were far more hands than those of the guards on
their bodies. Hands squeezed their breasts, nipped their nipples, probed their
cunts and arseholes, pinched their bums. Slowly the pair were rotated in
opposite directions around the group lining the walls and brought sobbing to
Cleopatra's throne again.
"I hope you two now know what if feels like to be publicly naked and at the
mercy of anyone and everyone. So far you have not felt real pain. Only
embarrassment and humiliation. That is about to change. I suffered because of
you. Now it is your turn. Guards, string them up, back to back."
At the third attempt a rope was thrown over one of the wood beams that spanned
the old hall. A noose was formed on one end. Both girls looked horrified. "Don't
worry girls, it will be a while before the noose is needed. First you must
receive the caress of Igor's whip. You met him earlier and didn't please him too
much. By the time he's finished, you'll be begging to have the noose around your
lovely necks. Charley played her power game to the full. It didn't take long for
the guards to tie the hands of the girls to each other and to the noose end of
the rope. "Haul them up." Cleopatra waited until their feet were barely touching
the ground and then ordered each ankle to be bound to the corresponding one of
her partner and then tied spread to a short length of scaffold pole. "Lower them
slightly and remove the gags," she ordered. The girls stood, back to back, arms
high, breasts out, and legs spread wide with their pubic hair clearly visible.
"Charley don't do this," pleaded Sally. "The whip will kill us. Scar us."
"We thought we were friends. Now we know what a bitch you really are!" yelled
Gallie as soon as their gags were removed. "We didn't do anything near as bad as
this to you!"
"Ladies. It is pay back time. As Queen Cleopatra I sentence you to be flogged
back and front and then given to the guards and my loyal subjects for their
amusement. You can scream as much as you like but only I can order Igor to stop
so the more your tongues abuse me, so will Igor's whip slice your skin. Clear a
space around them. Give Igor room to swing his whip well."
"Crack!! Crack!!" Igor's whip snapped as it again cut through air making its
terrifying sound without landing on the girls. The third crack landed across
Gallie's lower stomach leaving a painful red line in its wake. A scream left
Gallie's mouth. "Stop him you bitch! Stop him. He's cutting me. We didn't intend
to harm you."
Charley could see the line hadn't cut into Gallie's body but it would be sore
for a while. "Remember what I said about abusing me, slave. Think on that when
the whip reaches your tits."
The next scream came from Sally as her lower belly felt the whip. And so it went
on. The fifth lash caught the underside of Gallie's tits. They flew upwards from
the impact and when her scream died Gallie started begging for mercy, promising
she would never again trick her friend but Charley didn't order a cessation
until there were three stripes across both girl's tits. One of them catching
both nipples. Igor was obviously a real expert.
"Give them a drink of water and turn them so they face each other." Both girls
collapsed on the floor when their hands were untied but soon they were hauled up
again, this time tender breast to tender breast. While this was going on,
Charley spoke to Igor. "Concentrate on the arses. Stripe them like mine was with
the cane." Igor had to imagine that as he hadn't been at the show but could
guess what the result would be. "Do you want to fuck one of them after Igor?"
Charley went on, seeing his boxer type shorts protruded at his crotch.
"Yes, Ma'am. That Gallie girl. While she's still hanging."
"So you shall."
After a short break for the girls to recover slightly, Igor resumed his slow
methodical whipping. During the respite several couples copulated openly and
Charley felt John's hand between her thighs but she wasn't ready for him yet.
She was too hyped up with her power and began to feel what her friends must have
felt when they watched her being caned.. Starting at the top of their thighs
Igor laid neat strokes two or three finger widths apart. Charley didn't think
they looked as deep or a vivid as her cane marks and thought for a few moments
to do what the girls had done to her when the 'headmaster' was wielding the cane
and shout "Harder, harder," but let Igor carry on until he reached the top of
the bum cheeks and then ordered a halt. She wanted revenge but didn't want to
lose her friends. Both girls were crying loudly and shouting and begging for
mercy.
"Enough!" Charley shouted loudly, "Guards, take that Sally girl down and service
her to the best of your ability. Igor, service the girl Gallie in the way you
wish." Sally was fucked by Bruce in her cunt. Gallie, still hanging was forced
fucked by Igor and while this was going on, another guard rammed his cock in her
arse. Jackson waited until Igor had finished and then he too had Gallie. All
around a veritable orgy was in progress. Charley noticed the Major ramming into
the maid who'd served them dinner while not far away, Pauline being held down by
and elderly man sitting on her chest and another fucking her.
Charley bent over her throne and John reamed her from the rear. Soon she
climaxed and John spurted inside her. The guards were still raping the girls
although they looked as if they were nearly finished. Charley decided it was
time to call a halt. The girls had had enough. "Would you mind helping me get
them to their room, please boys?" Bruce and Jack carefully lifted the girls and
while they groaned loudly when moved, they managed to stagger along to their
room with an arm around a man.
"You'll need help to clean them up," Bruce, the older of the two, remarked.
"Thanks as long as you remember, it is more a case of making them comfortable
and relieving their pain, rather than screwing," Charley answered. Both lads
nodded agreement.
"You bitch, you fucking bitch," Gallie groaned, tears still streaming down her
face. "You really set us up."
"We're quits now," Charley countered, "No more canings or whippings unless we
really volunteer. Okay?" Gallie agreed and Sally nodded too as Jackson helped
her into the shower. When they saw the stripes on each other clearly for the
first time, both knew the whipping had not been as severe as they had imagined.
The welts were not too pronounced and there was no blood.
Next morning Charley awoke alone in her bed and looked across at the other two
beds. In the morning light she could see Gallie and Bruce were sleeping in the
nearest and Jack and Sally in the other. She'd given the girl's a sleeping pill
once they'd been cleaned up and put to bed. Charley's movements to the bathroom
woke Bruce and by the domino effect before she returned all four of the others
were awake, two of them very sore. In front of the boys Charley examined the
arses and breasts of her friends. While the welts were still very clear, they
were not angry red but were beginning to colour to various shades of
yellow-purple. "Bruce, do you think your father will mind if they stay here
another night or two. I don't think their bums will stand a car journey today."
"I'm sure he will, but he might want to check for himself they are really as bad
as we say. We'll look after them. You wouldn't mind that would you Gallie?"
She smiled a little, "As long as you treat me gently. What say you Sally? Feel
like staying or going home?" Sally of course agreed to stay.
*****
"Hi Bob." Charley spoke into her mobile phone.
"You okay? Are you hurt? Do you want me to come and get you? Did they rape you?
What about Gallie and Sally? Did you....."
"Whoa there, wait a minute. I'm fine. The girls are sore. I'll be at your home
in about an hour and I'll tell you all about it then. Afterwards you can decide
whether or not to send me away for good. The girls are staying here for a day or
so.
