My story began about five years ago. I was in England,
pissed off with the life there, as a white Englishman I felt I was being
discriminated against. I had worked all my life in the kitchen at the local
foundry. The company went into liquidation and I lost my job. I went to the
Social Services where I was told: “We will look into your application; it will
take about two weeks.”
Next to me was a woman from some foreign country, I will
not discriminate, but she definitely wasn’t English. She needed someone to fill
in the form, she did not speak English. What did she get? Not, you’ll have to
wait, oh no. As I said I couldn’t understand what was said but she seemed to
want money, more than offered if I understood it correctly. All she did was
shake her head as they seemed to make offers to her.
What was the weather like yesterday? Well it rained,
today, rain, tomorrow rain.
No job, very little work in the area. I had a few bob so
I went to the pub and met up with an old friend. We talked and he suggested
Spain, he even told me that he was sure he would be able to find me a job.
There was a baker there he knew who wanted to make English pies. Was I able? Too
bloody right I was.
That is how my story begins, depressed and pissed off. I
put my house on the market and went to sunny Spain where, true to his word, a
job waited for me with a baker named Mario. A couple of weeks to get an
apartment and I was set up.
That all happened within the first month and I was soon settled
in the job and making good pies, which were selling very well to the English
community. Then the Spanish started to buy them and we were cleaning up. I got
one day a week off, we were that busy and I was making a lot of money, far more
pro rata than in England.
On this particular day I was working out the back when
there was a ruckus in the shop. I made to leave my work and it went quiet, so I
carried on, thinking Mario had sorted it and expected him to appear telling me
what had happened. There were female voices and Mario’s, but I didn’t
understand what was said, because they spoke in Spanish. I wasn’t here to feed
off the government I wanted to be part of the culture and I was learning
Spanish.
“Hello, who are you?” a female voice said to me in Spanish.
I gave her a blank look. I looked at the woman stood at the entrance to the bakery.
She was quite striking, tall, slim, with long dark brown hair that hung in
waves onto her shoulders. What her actual figure was like I couldn’t see, she
wore a long heavy coat that hung down to her knees. She looked elegant,
statuesque as she stood there now staring at me with a look of shock. That
would be the only way I could describe it, she obviously didn’t expect to see
me.
She spoke to me in Spanish. I looked at her blankly.
“Sorry, I don’t speak Spanish, well not yet, I am learning,” I said, in the
hopes that she spoke English.
“I asked, who you are?”
“Why, what’s going on? Where’s Mario?”
“Mario is closing the business for a couple of days. What
are you doing here?” she asked, cocking her head to one side, emphasising her
need for an answer.
“That, my dear, is between me and Mario. He never told me
that he was closing for a few days. Now if you don’t mind, where’s Mario? He’s
the one to tell me what is going on, not some bimbo that I have never seen
before,” I said, getting angry at her attitude.
Who the hell does she think she is, telling me that Mario
is closing for a few days? That’s up to him, he owns the place, not her.
“Bimbo, did you say?” she asked, now also getting angry.
“Yes, bimbo, a dumb bimbo. Now I have been polite and
asked you what is going on and who the hell you are and you have refused to
tell me. You’re not any sort of authority, nor do you have the right to tell me
that Mario is closing, so, bimbo. I want to see Mario. Move, your butt or I
will call the police,” I said, making to leave the bench and go into the shop.
“What is happening will be explained later, for now I
would like you to stay exactly where you are,” she said, with authority in her
voice.
“Hey, love, you don’t tell me what I have to do, now get
out of my way.” I made my way towards her.
Two more women now stood behind her, they also were well
dressed and looked smart. How you can look intelligent I don’t know, but I
suppose that fitted these two women.
I was on the far side of the bench and they split up, one
went to my left, the other to my right, the one I had been talking to just
stood there, gazing at me. I looked behind me at the back door which we hadn’t
opened, it was winter time and we had left it closed to keep the heat in, more
for Mario who felt the cold, than me, I welcomed the cool air. I looked again
at it; it was locked so there was no escape that way. I looked at the women as
they slowly, deliberately came closer to me.
I had two choices, take one of them on, or stand still
till they got up to me and then react. I made for the one on my left, she
seemed the smaller of the two and I hoped I could move her to one side without
thumping her. It went against my upbringing to hit a woman. I moved backwards a
few steps and hit the wall, then made for her at a semi run, hoping to barge
past her.
I didn’t see the fist but I felt it as she hit me hard in
my stomach, winding me. By the time I’d recovered, the one from behind had
grabbed me and was holding me around the neck in a stranglehold and pulling me
backwards off balance. The other one now stepped in, took an arm and pushed it
up my back.
“We don’t have any rope, Mistress,” said the one holding
my neck. I went to punch the one holing my arm; she dodged the blow.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the woman lift her
dress, undo her stockings, take one off and come over to me. She grabbed my
other hand and tied the stocking around it, then pushed it behind me and then
she tied it to the one held by the woman. They let go and the one holding my
neck lifted me, then kneed me behind my knees. I went down. She altered her
grip and held me tight against her stomach, wrapping her legs around my neck
and gripping my head between her thighs and squeezing.
“What the fuck’s going on, bitch? What the fuck are you
doing? Help!” I began to yell.
She smiled at me. “We’re going for a little ride. Originally
there was just Mario, but after you calling me a bimbo and swearing at me, I
think you need a lesson in manners as well,” she said, towering over me as I
lay face down on the floor, the woman’s legs wrapped around my head.
She put her thumbs up her dress and pulled down her
knickers. She removed them, folded them and then came towards me. The woman
holding onto my head squeezed it as the woman with the knickers approached me,
saying, “Open wide.”
“Like fuck, what are you going to do, asshole? You
fucking bitch,” I said, struggling.
One of them knelt down, grabbed my balls and squeezed
them harder and harder, until I yelled, and she grabbed my hair pulled my head
back and stuffed her knickers in my mouth.
“The easy way or the hard way, I don’t care. I will win
and you will hurt unless you do as I say,” she said calmly.
She held her hand over my mouth and the woman who had had
hold of my arm and then I presume my balls, was now stood there. She fidgeted
in her handbag, removed something and then placed it over my eyes; it was
sticky, blindfolding me. Then I heard the same sounds and another one was
placed over my mouth. I was now gagged as well. There was the sound of tape
being unravelled and then some was placed over my mouth and from under my chin
up to my cheeks, over my eyes and another piece across my eyes.
“Gagged and blindfolded, hands tied up, you can let go of
him now, face down on the floor, I think. Sit on him,” he woman said, I was
pushed forward and then I felt the weight of a person on my back.
“Right, ladies; as you saw, we needed to improvise. June,
get my bag, the large one, out of the car, please. Barbara, are you
comfortable?” she asked casually.
“Yes, thank you, Mistress, a bit bony, but ok.”
“Thank you, June, here my other stockings, tie his elbows
together as well, please, whilst I have a rummage around in here. Ah there it
is, pull him to his feet and put this on him tight and this over his head,
please,” she said calmly.
I felt something being put around my waist and then
pulled very tight, trapping my arms against my body and then something being
put over my head. From the smell it was a stocking and the foot was over my
nose. I then felt my elbows being pulled and tied off and finally she put
something else over my head and it was enclosed. I found it difficult to
breathe, but not too difficult.
“Now, whatever your name is, you are totally secured. Try
and fight us and when we start with your education, I will hurt you more than
if you do as told. I did warn you to do as told and you chose not to. Now you
will pay for that mistake,” the woman told me.
She was right, I could say nothing and see nothing, my
hands were held totally secure, the only thing I could fight with was my feet,
but if you can’t see the opposition, then you can’t fight it.
“Here, put my coat around him and fasten the buttons. That
will hide the fact that he is tied up. Lead him out to the car for me, will
you?” she instructed the other women.
I continued to struggle and to make it as difficult as I
possibly could for them to put the coat on me and fasten it and then when they
tried to lead me like a lamb to the car, like hell. I struggled, putting my
feet out against the push, I ducked and moved my body as much as I could but
they slowly managed to push me forward.
“I have now had enough of this, you,” she said, prodding
me in the shoulder, “will do as told or you will suffer. Walk with them or I
will make your life hell once we have you in our place. Make no mistake about
it, I will make you suffer, now stop struggling, you are going with us like it
or not,” she said forcefully.
I began to think that calling the woman a bitch was
perhaps not the right thing to do, or perhaps it was the’ Dumb bimbo,’ that she
didn’t like.
There was now a hint of anger in her voice as well. I had
made life as difficult as possible for the two women pushing me along. I wasn’t
going to just give in, like hell, no. I intended on struggling as much as I
could do. There were now extra hands and they almost lifted me up, carried me
out to the car and pushed me in the seat. I presumed it was the back seat. They
put the seat belt on me. One of them got in the other side and sat next to me.
I struggled as much as I could do, in the hopes that someone may be passing and
stop to assist me. We waited for a bit, then the car doors opened and more
people got in. The engine started and we were off.
“Barbara, we are well behind because of that idiot in the
back, so put your foot down. June, did it behave whilst you waited?” she asked.
“No Mistress, he didn’t, he couldn’t do much, but he
struggled and made out that he was insane, which I motioned to a couple of
people who stopped to look at the idiot in the back seat, shaking violently,”
she said.
“I have made a note of that and you will suffer for it. I
did warn you,” she said and then there was silence for some time.
Finally we stopped. There was the banging of doors as the
two front passengers got out and opened the two rear doors. I was grabbed and
literally pulled out of the car and dragged away. The sounds changed and the
ground changed from gravel to a hard solid floor, concrete or tiles. Then it
was definitely tiles, as my feet slid along easily. We went down some steps and
then it changed again to a scraping sound, so I presumed concrete. Did I
struggle, you bet I did, but one tied up against three able bodied and quite
strong people, I was on a hiding to nothing, but I did try.
They stopped and I was half lifted and sat down. I made
to get up, but one of them sat on my lap, holding me down. I felt something
being put around my ankle. I kicked out, but now there were three of them to
hold it, or so it felt, with the number of hands on my leg, a rattle of chain
on a pot and then it was put around my other ankle. The thing around my waist
holding me tight was removed, I was leaned forward and they again fastened cold
metal around my wrist and then the other wrist. Then I felt a pull and they cut
the stocking holding my wrists and pulled my arms out sideways. They hung
loosely, but I couldn’t bring them forward, or generate a punch with them. They
put something around my waist and pulled me back tight.
“Phew, you really are in for some pain! That was a
struggle. How daft can you be, hey? She told you not to struggle. She told you
that the more you didn’t do as told, the more you will suffer, so expect not some
pain and suffering, but a hell of a lot. She means what she says. The victim
always regrets their actions, as I am sure you will,” one of the women said to
me.
I heard the door close, bolts being shot home and a lock
being turned. Then I was alone, shackled, blindfolded and gagged and, from the
feel of it, I had been sat on the toilet.