Chapter 4. Captured
It was ten days before they allowed Harriet to leave the hospital and then it
was because Larry would take care of her. Even so she found it extremely painful
to move and had to be taken to Larry's home by ambulance.
To Harriet, used to a small semi-detached bungalow, the place seemed huge. It
was built in about 1840 as a hunting lodge when the estate consisted of several
thousand acres of forest. Now only a hundred acres were left and Larry owned
them and the house. His father had bought the property during the depression and
managed to keep hold of it during World War 2 although the army did have the use
of it as a training ground and billeted men in the lodge.
As was often the case with houses of that period, it was brick built with a
cellar, a ground floor and two upper storeys. The ground floor consisted of the
kitchen, dining room, lounge and various other rather ornate rooms with high
ceilings. Above them were the master and guest bedrooms and above that were
servants quarters in the days when people could afford to employ permanent
staff. There was also an attic which Larry had been in on only a few occasions.
A huge house for one person to live in. Larry didn't bother using most of the
rooms. The kitchen with its large, old fashioned solid fuel cooker was the main
living room. It was the warmest in winter and he had a TV and a couple of
comfortable chairs installed alongside the usual wooden dining table and chairs.
He kept the kitchen, his bedroom and two bathrooms and toilets reasonably clean
and once a year hired contract cleaners to spring-clean some of the other rooms.
Harriet saw only some of this as she was wheeled from the ambulance. She was
tired from the journey but excited and a little apprehensive too. "Welcome to
your new home," Larry said, "If when you've recovered, you decide to stay, then
we'll see about doing some of the adaptations you had in your council home."
Harriet tried to smile but was so very tired. Larry carried her upstairs and put
her in the single bed he'd moved into his room. While he would have liked to
have slept alongside her, with the severity of her injuries, he could have
unwittingly caused her more pain and discomfort. As he undressed her, seeing for
the first time the full extent of the damage to be body, fury rose within him
and he vowed to make those responsible pay for what they did.
A week later, Larry was at her council home, trying to clear some of the mess
the delinquents had made. He'd been there several times already to bring clothes
and other items for her and had met a few of the neighbours. Harriet was now
able to walk, albeit painfully, and he had been able to arrange for one of the
village ladies to sit with her while he was away. Larry parked his van outside
the door and was loading bin bags of rubbish into it when an elderly couple
passed and then stopped. The man spoke.
"Your the guy who tossed that girl on the roof, aren't you? The one who brought
Harry home?" Larry agreed he was. "Pity you didn't throw the bitch from the
highest building," the man went on. "It was them that did it you know?" Larry
remarked they surmised it might be. "Oh yes, it was them. That girl with the
bright red hair and the taller one you played ball with and them two boys. We
saw them. They came up that alley and pushed a bag over her head just as she
went to open the door. We see'd it all."
"Why didn't you tell this to the police?"
"What and get ourselves battered and our house trashed too? Any case we've been
in trouble with the police a'fore and been inside ourselves in our younger days.
No, if you tell them, we'll deny everything. I just thought you might want to do
it your way."
Sharon came round when Larry had almost finished clearing for the day. Together
they assessed the destruction. The house looked much tidier now but the damage
was still evident by the smashed doors, and drawers. They were council property.
He would have to contact them to arrange repairs that is if Harriet decided to
return there.
"Sharon, they did do it." Larry went on to relate the conversation with the
elderly couple.
"Don't take the law into your own hands, Larry," Sharon advised, "You could be
the one that ends up in jail."
"Maybe," Larry cryptically replied. Before returning home Larry called at the
solicitor's office where Harriet worked and told them how she was feeling but he
could give them no idea when she would return to work. "At the moment she can
barely walk and needs to rest frequently."
"We miss her here. She was a nice kid and a very good worker," Ross Grimwade
said, "We'll try and keep her job open for a bit. We've a temp in at the moment
who is quite good but doesn't have the experience Harry has."
By the end of the week Larry had decided on a plan. The two boys were still in
custody on remand but the girls were free and now believed they had got away
with it completely. From his own watching and from surveillance by a private
detective Larry hired, he knew that on Friday evenings the girls who both lived
on a large council housing estate, met up and went to a disco club. Brenda would
leave home first and meet up with Skip on the short cut path through the
allotments. As it was dark at this time of year and with the street lighting
vandalised by courting couples Larry, decided this was an ideal spot to set his
plan in operation.
Arriving early and parking close to Skip's rendezvous place he waited in the
shadows until she arrived. Quickly and without any fuss he slipped a sack over
her head and pulled it down to below her waist level where he pulled the draw
string tight. The thick hessian sack stifled her screams and curses to some
extent but not completely. It didn't matter. No one was around. Skip was soon
bundled in the van and her ankles tied. Skip tried to kick and curse but it was
a futile attempt. "Whap!!" Larry's hand came down on her arse. "Be quiet Skip or
you'll get a lot worse than that," he muttered as she again tried to scream.
Slipping once more into the shadows, Larry waited for Brenda to arrive. She was
late. Larry began to wonder if she was coming at all or worse, had she seen him
abduct Skip? Relieved, he saw her walk along the lane to the path. He was ready
and soon she lay on the floor of the van alongside her friend. A whack on the
arse did nothing to stop Brenda yelling so he fastened his belt around the
outside of the sack at the level of her mouth, effectively gagging her.
After an unpleasant ride bouncing on the floor of the van, Larry carried the two
girls down to his cellar and to one of the old food store rooms. It was small
but had a stout door and he had fitted an outside lock. Inside he'd put a single
size bed and a bucket. It was very primitive but would do for the time being and
had the advantage of being more or less sound proof and to escape the girls
would have to get out of the locked room, up the cellar stairs and through a
locked trap door and pass through the kitchen before reaching the outside door
which he would keep locked as well.
Skip was released from her sack first. "I guess you know why you're here Skip,"
Larry stated, "Unfortunately I could never bring myself to hurt you as badly as
you did Harry but by the time you leave you will have been made very sore."
"I didn't touch Dwarfie!" There was a hint of defiance in her eyes but inwardly
she felt fear of what this huge strong man could do to her.
"Maybe not, but you assisted. Strip off all your clothes and jewellery."
"No!" Hardly had the word left her mouth before she found herself bent over and
Larry's hard hand was descending with considerable force on her arse. Even
through her leather jeans, it hurt like hell. Her screams caused Brenda to
squirm in her sack. Larry tossed the crying, yelling Skip on to the bed. "Now
strip," he ordered. Skip hesitated for only a few seconds. "I'm not about to
rape you Skip. Not yet anyway so get a move on." When she was completely naked
Larry told her to stand and then turn around. "You're quite an attractive girl
Skip. Pity about the hair though and your poor attitude to others. Maybe we can
correct that while you are here."
"You better just let us go you fucking hulk. You've no...... Aaahh!!" Skip's
back chat was curtailed when Larry's hand again connected to her arse.
"Bastard!" she muttered almost under her breath. Larry picked her up and dumped
her on the bed and fastened her hands behind her back with cuffs he had bought
specially for the purpose and cuffed her ankles with a hobble about 16 inches
long. It would allow her to take short steps but not run.
"Now let's see about our Brenda." Larry decided it would save time and hassle if
he undressed her himself. Loosening the draw cord to the sack, he slid the hem
above her waist and re-tied the cord. Next he removed her shoes and socks and
undid the binding around her ankles. It was now easy to remove her leather jeans
and knickers and to hobble her ankles like Skip's. The sack now came off and
Larry, despite a vigorous struggle on Brenda's part, the rest of her clothes
were removed and her wrists cuffed. "So we meet again, Brenda," Larry laughed as
he picked her up and bent her over his knee. Ignoring her swearing and verbal
abuse, he started to spank her arse. He didn't spare her. "The more you swear at
me, Brenda, the more punishment your arse will get." At first she disregarded
his words but soon sobbingly pleaded with him to stop.
"You may have heard of boot camps," Larry informed them once they were both
reasonably quiet apart from gentle sobs, "Your stay here will be something
similar. Everything here will be crude and harsh to start with. You have one
single bed, one heavy coarse blanket, a covered pail for your toilet and you
will be given cold water to wash with. As your work and behaviour improves so
your facilities will improve too. Misdemeanors will be punished either by
spanking like I just have, or for more serious offenses, but use of a belt or
even a cane. I do hope the latter is never necessary because if I use a fraction
of my strength you could be marked for life. You know why you're here. You are
going to make amends or have a very sore time. You have until morning to reflect
on what I have said and your positions here. Talk as much as you like. Scream as
much as you like. We won't even hear you upstairs so no one outside will either.
I'll see you in the morning. Good night. Sleep well." Immediately he left the
pair started struggling and cursing but soon realised both were futile and
settled down to crying and then, when neither could sleep, what they could do
and how they might possibly escape. Larry kept the small bulkhead ceiling light
on all night so they could see each other and use the toilet bucket.
"What have you been up to?" Harriet asked seeing a peculiar smile on his face.
"Just been and picked myself up a couple of girls," Harry grinned, "Friends of
yours. Brenda and Skip. They're in the cellar at the moment, nursing sore bums."
"Oh God, Larry, I hope you know what you are doing. You could be in serious
trouble if this gets out. Have you hurt them bad?"
"No. Nothing like they did to you, but their arses are rather red. I'll bring
them up in the morning." Larry replied, "Don't worry, they are in more trouble
if this gets out. Now let's get you to bed. You look worn out."
"Just hold me for a bit Larry please."
