Chapter 9
The police questioned all eight at some length. Both Baba and Pippa had to
undergo and examination by the police surgeon before they were declared able to
answer any questions. The surgeon had their injuries photographed and he treated
the worst of their weals.
Pippa decided this was the one way she could end her enforced relationship with
Derek and in turn with the Countess and went through all the details of what had
occurred on the trip. How Judith (she never knew her surname) came to them at
the marina. How Derek had made her persuade the young girl to stay and how they
had debased her. She insisted they had left Judith on the Alcyion and that she
had been whipped and was so sick she couldn't go to the pub so she had been tied
up when they left. At first light the police sent divers to the scene but they
found nothing. They didn't expect much to survive the force of such an
explosion. Bottled gas they knew, was heavier than air and if there was a leak,
the gas settled in the bottom of the boat. When and spark ignited it, the whole
lot would go up like a bomb. The fire would be compounded by the heat exploding
the fuel tanks.
After her initial fear of talking, Baba gave the police full details of how she
had been tricked into coming on the boat two months ago and then blackmailed
into returning. How she had tried to hide from them this time but they had found
her and the Countess had tied her to the mast and beaten her back and front.
Under questioning she confirmed Pippa's story concerning Judith.
Questioned separately, the men, all wealthy from business, denied their were any
forced activities and said the girls were willing. One however, eventually
admitted he had paid the Countess a considerable sum to provide girls that were
to be punished and whipped for his sexual satisfaction. His lawyer forbade any
further admission of guilt. He did agree though there was a girl they called
Judy left on the boat when they went to the pub.
Gradually the Colchester C.I.D. built up a picture of what happened on these
boat trips. Warrants were issued and the Countess's two homes were searched and
some of her past history found.
Born in Russia as Katrina Petrovik, she was the daughter of the governor of the
local prison. Not a countess at all. That title she acquired when she came to
England. The governor was a great believer in corporal punishment especially on
young beautiful ladies. Any unfortunate sent to his establishment would be very
harshly treated by him and his assistants until they granted them sexual
favours. However, once granted they took far more than necessary and many of the
favours ended up as brutal rapes, often of both men and women.
As a young girl the Countess had a free run of the prison area and found a place
where she could watch these punishments and the rapes that followed. Several
times a week she would watch her father strip and thrash some poor wretch and
then undress himself and fuck the victim in any one of their three holes or
perform some other obscene act with them. Usually the performance was repeated
with variations by the assistants.
Watching these degrading sights stimulated the Countess's sexual drive and she
would sit at her spy hole and masturbate. This went on until one day when she
was fourteen years old, she sneezed at the wrong moment and her hiding place was
discovered. Her father pulled her into the room, still with her knickers around
her ankles and up-ended her to show her bare arse to the others. Placing his
hand over her young cunt, he felt how wet she was. "So you like to watch our
fun, daughter. Well you can sit there and watch," he indicated a nearby stool,
"But first you must remove all your clothes too. We are all naked. You must be
too." Hesitating at first, the young Katrina, undressed in front of her father.
He spoke glowingly of her lovely body as it was unwrapped before his eyes. She
saw his prick, the weapon she had seen so many times before but never as close
or as clearly as this, jerk in anticipation and she wondered if he was going to
take her but instead her told her to sit and watch.
The victim was a young boy caught stealing food or so it was said. He had denied
it but it was a foregone conclusion that he was guilty and would receive a full
punishment. By the time Katrina had been brought into the room, the boy was
bleeding from the lashing and the governor had been about to sodomise him. With
the girl watching closely, he continued what he had started. No lubrication was
used so the tortured boy screamed in agony as the large prick forcibly entered
and then unmercifully fucked his rectum.
Katrina was delighted with sight and urged her father on and then when the other
took over encouraged them to use as much force as possible. Thereafter she
attended the punishment sessions, first just as an observer but gradually she
began to administer the lashings until after a comparatively short time, her
punishments were more feared than those from her father.
When the communist regime was overthrown, so too was were those who kept her
father in his job. The prison was ransacked and the governor killed but Katrina
had advance warning and was able to escape with a great deal of the money they
had extorted from their victims and various underhand deals she and her father
were involved with. Much of the money was in foreign currencies, mainly U.S.
dollars so she had no trouble obtaining papers allowing her to stay in England.
Here she first found girls who were willing to take a caning if the price was
high enough but there wasn't enough of them and they put a ceiling on what they
would allow to be done. It wasn't long before Katrina, now calling herself The
Countess, found ways of blackmailing girls and a few boys into taking part in
her boating weekends. At the same time she found perverted and lonely business
men who would willingly pay to take part in these punishment orgies.
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Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Hilary answered the door. It was Monday morning and she
was hoping to get over to John's place before she had to do a drop and pick up.
Two police officers, one a woman, stood at the door. "Miss Hilary Jones?" the
PCW asked.
"Yes."
"We are trying to locate the whereabouts of Miss Judith Peters. Do you know
where she is?"
"I don't think I can hel......"
"We know from the boatyard, you took her there on Wednesday and she left you and
went aboard a boat called the Mongoose. This boat was burned up on Friday
evening and we have witnesses who state she was on board during that evening and
had been subjected to some violence. If you know where she is please tell us. We
think she may need medical help and perhaps counseling."
"Didn't she die in the fire?" Hilary stalled.
"We don't know, but we have reason to believe she didn't."
Hilary thought for a few moments. She knew Yolande was in the other room and
could hear the conversation. "Yes, I know where she is and I will take you
there."
"Just give us the address please, Ma'am."
"No. If you two turn up in uniform and burst in on her unannounced, it could set
her healing back a long way. Have you any idea of the violence she was subjected
to? No? Then prepare yourselves for a shock."
Hilary went with them to the car, knowing Yolande would already be on the phone
to John. "We hoped you would all think she was dead and we could draw a line
under her ordeal. I expect you must have arrested the men and the Countess and
the other girls so now it will all be drawn out in court. I just hope one as
young as she can get through it all."
Judith was still in bed but was awake if still somewhat sleepy. Her face still
looked drawn and agonised. John let them in. "Sorry," he said, "We weren't
expecting visitors and I haven't washed her yet." Both Hilary and John insisted
the male policeman stay at the door while they lifted to covers for the
policewoman to see some of the terrible marks left by the crop and cane. By now
they had turned to a mixture of blue, purple and yellow with red splotches. They
saw the policewoman's face go deathly pale and for a moment it looked as if she
was going to vomit but she shook her head and recovered but her voice sounded
strange as she asked her colleague to radio for the police surgeon to attend.
"I'm not going to hospital!" Judith's voice came through clearly. "I'm staying
here. John and Hilary will look after me until I am better."
"We need to ask you a few questions concerning what happened but in your
condition the surgeon has to give his okay and in any case it would be as well
if a proper doctor looked at those welts. Are there any others besides the ones
I had a glimpse of? We must try and stop those men doing it to anyone else." The
policewoman spoke gently and kindly.
"It was mostly the woman. The Countess." Judith whispered.
Hilary answered for her. "Her breasts have been whipped too and there are other
marks on her back and buttocks but I think she needs to rest again before she
talks again. She is exhausted."
Judith was partly exhausted because Sheila and Sally had turned up the previous
day and had elicited the whole story from her. Sheila was hoping to get it all
in print but couldn't if Judith was supposed to be dead. It was so nice for her
to see them again and she had struggled bravely against the pain and fatigue
that threatened to overwhelm her. She felt she was amongst friends that were now
her family.
John's phone rang. It was Bob. "Hello John, I am out on the Rose Marie at the
moment but Charley just phoned to say the police have been and asked questions.
They also took the blanket we brought Judy home in. Look I think we have to tell
them everything now. Everything that is except for my staying behind in the
galley. I came up straight behind you. Okay?"
"Okay, Bob. The police are here at the moment and are sending for a police
surgeon before they can talk to Jude.
"How is she now?"
"Still very sore, and very tired. Keeps dozing off. Think she is still very
traumatised. How did Charley fare after her ordeal?"
"Took her a long while before she would talk about it and as you saw when you
came, she was very reluctant even after four months to say anything. I am hoping
this will open her up a bit but it could act the other way. I'm heading for
shore now so she doesn't have to face the police alone."
Half an hour later the police surgeon arrived. He sent everyone from the room
but when Judith screamed with fear he relented and allowed Hilary to stay. Once
he saw the extent of her injuries he immediately forbade any interviews and
prescribed a sedative and painkilling drugs. He wanted to move her into hospital
but Judith vetoed it. He did insist on a police photographer recording the
injuries.
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Four months later Judith stood in shakily the witness box and told her story.
Pippa, Baba, Charley and two other girls had all given evidence. Hers just
supported and corroborated theirs but like them, the re-telling brought back
memories of the torment and she had to rest several times. However the evidence
was so overwhelming the jury had no hesitation in convicting all six of the
accused. The Countess was sentenced to 10 years in prison and then to be
deported. The investigations have revealed she had entered the country
illegally. Her money had bought false papers but there was nothing on record to
back them up. Derek got eight years and the business men four apiece.
While the trial was reported in the National papers and on radio and TV, it was
Sheila who got the personal interview scoop. From it she was able to pay Judith
to stay in Cambridge and restart school if she decided that was what she wanted.
Relieved and glad that it was now all over, John held Judith tightly to him as
they sat on the settee in his home. He kissed her like he had many times before
but this time she responded to him more enthusiastically. "John," she whispered,
"Take me to your bed tonight. Make love to me. I know you will be gentle. I know
I have kept you waiting for so long to do this but I was so sore I didn't think
I could. Now I want to try."
John kissed her again as he carried her to his room.
End.
