Victoria turned her head sideways as she lay face down on
the mattress and could see her uncle's huge erection straining at the cloth of
his trousers. There was a dark patch spreading on the material.
"This'll be yer birthday present, me gal,"
"Yer eighteenth birthday present, gal." Her
mother's breast heaved. "Reck'n
she's askin' fer it, Charlie."
Rogers' eyes gleamed as he saw the girl's naked bottom
"'ow many yer gonna give 'er?" the mother
laughed excitedly to Rogers, the man who lodged with them.
"Reck'n one fer every year - sorta celebration,
like. Eighteen. That oughta do it ... fer now!"
"Please, uncle ..."
"Aye, you can uncle me all right - an' it's please
too, is it? Well, mebbe this'll please yer."
He raised the heavy leather belt. The girl closed her
eyes as it whistled through the air and cut into her exposed globes. Her
screech drew a laugh from the older woman.
"That'll teach yer," she said, "won't it?
When poor blind Jem wants ta feel ya next time, ye'll 'ave somethin' ta
remember, won't ya?"
She stared at the red tinge spreading across her
daughter's bum and licked her lips.
"Nice one that, Charlie," she giggled.
"Well, you should know, darlin'" Rogers said. "You've
'ad it across yourn often enough."
The woman gave a nervous snicker. "Reck'n there's no need ta give it me any
more, is there, Charlie? I mean, it's better wiv a young 'un, innit? Makes yer ...
Well, she deserves it, don't she? I mean, she'd've got a bob or two from Blind
Jem just fer a feel. But no - not Lady Muck 'ere ... Stands to sense she
deserves it, don't it?"
The belt swung down on the girl's bared bum again,
bringing another wild screech and a moan.
"Dunno about that, Nelly. I got two of yer ta think
about ... 'er an' you."
He tightened his grip on the belt before slashing it down
for the third time.
The woman looked frightened.
"Yer don' mean ...? I don' give yer no trouble, do
I? You've only got to say ..."
"Stop yer chafferin'. Pull 'em orf an' git over that
bed beside 'er." The snarl showed Rogers would soon lose control of
himself. "Quick now, else it'll go 'ard wiv the two of yer."
The older woman shuddered and hurriedly pulled down her
drawers, excited but whimpering as she flung herself face down on the bed. "Yer good ta me, Charlie. Honest."
She pulled her ragged dress up high above her waist,
exposing her thin bum-cheeks scored with old whippings.
"But I thought as now you've got 'er to see to, you
wouldn' need me any more. I mean, I always gives yer what I earns, don' I?
Besides, I'll always suck yer. You know
Rogers sneered as he looked down at her.
"An' o' course, " she hurried on, "o'
course, whenever you want a f.."
"Shut yer gob!"
The belt cut into her backside, making her squeal.
"Aow! Gawd, Charlie! ..."
"I don' want no talk like that, unnerstan'? Yer mine
- both of yer. Mine."
The belt slashed into the woman's buttocks again.
"Yes. Yes, Charlie. " she sobbed. "Sorry,
"Sorry? I'll make yer both sorry. From now on you'll
speak when yer spoken to, that's all. An' if anyone asks yer fer a bit, ye'll 'ave
to ask me permission first, get it? Don't want no carryings-on be'ind me
As he spoke, the belt cut into mother and daughter
Charlie laughed. "What say we 'ave a little bit o' fun,
eh? Liven things up, like, eh? Put yer arms round each other and wrestle to get
the other one on top. Bum-up gets the strap."
Mother and daughter struggled to pull the other on top to
avoid the leather. Their screams mingled
with Charlie's raucous laughter.
In the bedroom of the house next door the two elderly
spinsters clung silently to each other. Their eyes were wide open, their fear
mixing with desperate longing as they counted the strokes they could hear
coming through the thin wall.
"Seven! Dorothy," whispered the younger. "Dorothy,
what's it like getting the strap? Does it hurt much?"
Her companion sighed softly as she rubbed her hand gently
between the younger one's thighs.
"When our Dad gave it to me first, I hated it,"
she said. "But I miss it now he's gone."
The younger one gasped.
"That's eight! Dorothy ... did our Dad ... I don't
mean our real Dad ... I mean after him... the one we called `Our Dad' ... did
he ... well, you know ... put it to you?"
"Sometimes he'd ..."
The younger one was breathing noisily now.
"Nine! What did he do, Dorothy?"
Dorothy's breast heaved as she remembered the passions
she had felt.
"His ... his thing ..."
The two stared hard into each other's eyes, their breath
"His thing would go hard. I was only nineteen when
it first happened so I didn't really understand."
"What did Mum say then?"
"She was dead before then. She'd died a few months
earlier. Our Dad kept her happy after our real Dad died."
"What about his thing?"
"After it went hard ... sometimes ... it came …
"Yes. Creamy stuff - and I ... "
"Yes, and ..." Dorothy stopped speaking as the
memory returned. Her body arched into the other girl's. "... and ... No!
You wouldn't understand."
The younger one moaned. "I've never had the strap, Dorothy. Do
all men give you the strap? Will I get it one day? If only ... Tell me. What
did you do when the creamy stuff came?"
"I had to ..."
The screams from next door changed to long drawn-out
"He's finished with them now," the elder girl
whispered. "She'll tell me tomorrow what happened. She's proud of getting
it - says there's no-one can give it like her Charlie."
Her fingers were now working quickly inside the other's
quim. Dorothy was panting as she spoke.
"She says it makes her ... well, you know!"
"Makes her? What does it make her?"
Dorothy nodded and lowered her voice until it could
hardly be heard.
"Her C-U-N-T. That's what she calls it. Her
A shiver ran through the other girl.
"CUNT!" she repeated it softly. "Does it
make your CUNT ... cunt ..." It seemed as though she couldn't stop using
the word. "Does it make your cunt do it? Does it go all wet ... like when
you do to me?"
Dorothy gave a lengthy, drawn-out moan.
"Yes. Oh, God, yes. "
Her fingers slid backwards and forwards inside the
slippery opening, making the younger woman groan.
"Ahh, Dorothy! Aaah! You're so good to me,
"Lick me, Susan. Down there! Like I used to do to
our Dad. Lick me down there."
The two girls rolled on the floor backwards and forwards
in each other's arms, their legs wrapping around each other's body as they made
little animal cries of delight.
The young girl cowered behind the thick pillar in the
doorway of the noisy East End pub. Her long tattered dress hardly cleared the
puddle-strewn ground, betraying the fact that her feet were bare. She seemed
unaware that the black shawl pulled around her narrow shoulders did not
completely cover the plump white breast beneath her rags, which were exposing a
pale pink nipple.
An incongruously curled feather pinned to the small
brimless hat she wore well back off her high forehead was a pitiable effort to
give her an air of gaiety. But hunger added its message to the pallor of her
thin oval-shaped face as the dark-brown eyes darted like frightened swallows
into the brutal faces of the men passing into and coming out of the bar.
From the other side of the pillar a rhythmical series of
grunts, mixed with moans and little gasps, made it clear that a passionate
encounter was taking place.
"Ah ... Ah ... Ooh, Knocker!"
It was a woman's voice. A muffled voice. Yearning. Straining,
followed by a lengthy, drawn-out, trembling sigh of completed satisfaction.
The sigh was broken off.
There was no
The woman's voice sounded hard now. "Whassup?"
This time the speaker sounded deeper and weary and a
"Knocker! There's someone there."
"There ... There, I tell you. Someone's 'iding
be'ind the pillar."
"Keep still, you silly bitch. There ain't no-one
"There is, I tell ya. The other side of the
For a moment or two there was no sound. Then the
shrinking girl heard the man speak again.
"Can't 'ear nuthin'. I slipped out now, you silly
bitch! Keep still, can't ya?"
"Knocker, I 'eard sumfin'. There's someone there, I
"Keep quiet a moment!"
The girl on the other side of the pillar pressed as far
back against the wall as she could, holding her breath to avoid being
Knocker spoke again.
"Nah. Imagination, that's what it is. You're 'earin'
fings, that's all."
"ain't you gonna find out if it is someone,
"I'll tell you what I'm goin' ta find out." The
man sounded excited now. "I'm gonna find out how many times you can do it
A woman's giggle cut through the air.
"Ooh, Knocker. You're ever so naughty. Ever so!
'ere! Watch it! You'll tear me bleedin' ... Knocker! Knocker ... Cripes!
The girl on the other side of the pillar could not stifle
"By crikey. You're right! There is someone there!
'ere you - sod off! Come on, Polly," the man continued, "let's find
somewhere else. I gotta finish."
"Wait a mo', Knocker. Gotta tidy meself up
As two black shapes came out from the gloom thrown by the
pillar and tottered arm in arm along the street, the girl on the other side
closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall, the blood in her veins
pounding away like a blacksmith's hammer. She felt ill and frightened.
A drunken sailor lurched out of the bar, bumping into her
with a curse. As she shrank away, he caught sight of her pale skin and thrust a
hand towards her.
"Come 'ere," he growled. "What's yer
Too frightened to disobey, she stood still as he pawed
"Victoria," she gasped.
She could smell the ale on his breath as he drew nearer. His
thumb ran over her nipple, forcing it to stand to attention. The sailor
sniggered as she tried to draw away but he was much too strong for her.
"Victoria, eh? Ever 'ad the cock inside yer, Vicky,
gal? That's what yer gonna get now."
Terrified, she struggled as his hand pulled up her shabby
dress and fumbled with her drawers.
"Keep still, you silly tit! Gonna 'ave some
pussy," he laughed. "Gonna git some soft, curly pussy."
His fingers curled up into her, seeking the warmth
between her thighs. As they found their mark, he hissed,
"Gi' us a kiss, then, whore!"
Her struggles were useless. The man pulled out his stiff
cock and dragged her hand on to it.
"Feel it," he ordered. "Yer gonna get it
He pushed her back until she was propped up by the wall. Then
with one swift movement, he ripped what remained of her knickers off and thrust
his member at her.
The girl shut her eyes and her mouth fell open. In spite
of her fear she felt her pulses race. The tip of his organ burned as it touched
her slit. Instinctively she parted her
legs slightly. This was the first time a man had brought his weapon so close. A
sob came from her as she sensed what was about to happen. The touch on her slit was like a searing
flame. Her mind was a blank. He was going to force his way into her; tear her
apart; rip the velvet from ... from ... She drew a breath, ready to scream at the
onset of the pain which she knew was coming ...
A 'thump' followed by a shuddering sigh jarred her. Before
the sailor managed to push his way into her, she felt his body relax. Not
comprehending what was happening, she felt him slide slowly to the ground,
leaving both her breasts exposed and her rags no longer hiding her modesty.
Dazed, she stared down at the man who had been on the
point of entering her. He was now an untidy bundle at her feet, and out of that
bundle protruded a knife, its steel reflecting the light coming from the pub.