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** JANUARY 5TH - 1984 ** |
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*** JOHN BOULTON'S FLAT - 9:00 PM *** |
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| Greg and Polly are walking up the driveway to the flat, past a well-manicured lawn. They are speaking in hushed tones as they walk. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Now you've had a nice rest so I don't want you slacking off tonight, you hear? This is your first punter for a while so make sure you do a really good job with him. Plus, your Mum thinks I'm taking you out to the movies tonight so I don't want you injured, it'd be too hard to explain when we get home. |
| Polly mumbles under her breath. | |
| Polly Page: | Not that far from the truth really... |
| Greg turns his head sharply. | |
| Greg Matthews: | What was that? |
| Polly looks slyly up at him. | |
| Polly Page: | What do you care? |
| Greg stops and gently rests his hand on Polly's shoulder. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Less of the lip. Unless you want a little visit from me tonight? |
| Polly rolls her eyes. | |
| Polly Page: | You'd just find some other excuse. |
| Greg shakes his head and they walk up to the door. He knocks. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Just forget the cheekiness. At least for the next hour. |
| Polly Page: | You're the boss. Just as long as I get my cut. |
| Greg knocks again, more loudly this time. | |
| Greg Matthews: | And you used to be such a sweet, innocent little girl. |
| John opens the door quickly, smoothing out his short red hair. | |
| John Boulton: | Ah lovely and right on time. Very professional. |
| John leads the man and child into the lounge. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Well we aim to please. Nice place you've got here. |
| Greg and Polly perch uncomfortably on the sofa as John sits down on a plush armchair and grins at them. | |
| John Boulton: | Yeah it is pretty good, ain't it? |
| John looks slightly impatient. | |
| Greg Matthews: | You must be earning a bit to live in this sort of style, young fellow like you. |
| John winks getting to his feet. | |
| John Boulton: | I'm doing a bit of house minding. |
| Greg Matthews: | I see. Well, this is Polly. Do you have the money? |
| John Boulton: | Right, lovely little thing isn't she. |
| John hands the money to Greg. | |
| John Boulton: | Two hundred. What we agreed on. |
| Greg Matthews: | Indeed. Where are you going to take her? |
| John Boulton: | Upstairs. Got a nice place all decked out. |
| John runs a hand over Polly's head. | |
| John Boulton: | What's she like? |
| Greg Matthews: | She's tight and she knows how to please a man. I'll wait down here, if that's okay with you. |
| Greg leans back in his seat. John looks extremely uneasy. | |
| John Boulton: | Well that's the thing. I can't, I mean, I really prefer to be all alone. I'm not exactly the performing seal type. Any chance of you leaving us for the hour? |
| Greg hesitates. | |
| Greg Matthews: | I'm not exactly asking you to knock balls through hoops with your nose. I usually wait with Polly, at least for her first time with a new punter. |
| John Boulton: | Look, I know where you're coming from. But I'm hardly your back alley type, now am I. I could throw in some extra cash if it'd persuade you. |
| Greg looks interested. | |
| Greg Matthews: | How much are we talking about here? |
| John Boulton: | Extra fifty do? |
| Greg shakes his head slowly, considering the offer. | |
| Greg Matthews: | What exactly are you planning to do with her? I don't want her damaged. |
| John looks slightly offended. | |
| John Boulton: | No, nothing like that. I just like to move around a bit. And the thought of her old man camped out in me living room tends to remind me of high school. You get my drift? |
| Greg sighs. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Fine, it's your money. Just don't hurt her and don't do anything permanent to her. Agreed? |
| John shakes his hand, passing him the extra fifty quid. | |
| John Boulton: | Not a problem. |
| Greg glares across at Polly. | |
| Greg Matthews: | I'll be back in an hour. Behave. |
| Polly rolls her eyes without a reply. Greg stands up and leaves the house. The pair are alone together. Polly slips off her jacket, tossing it onto the sofa. | |
| Polly Page: | Where ya wanna start? |
| John shrugs. | |
| John Boulton: | I'm not fussy. My name's John by the way. John Boulton. |
| John reaches down and caresses Polly's chin. He kisses her on top of her head and his small goatee brushes against her forehead. | |
| John Boulton: | He was right, you're a lovely little thing. |
| Polly pulls her hair out of its ponytail, shaking it lightly. Pulling off her jumper, to reveal only a childish bra she looks up at him. | |
| Polly Page: | Up to you. |
| John reaches out greedily and gently fondles Polly's breasts. He pants slightly. | |
| John Boulton: | I'm tempted, really tempted. But I have a lovely little surprise in store for you in my bedroom. Shall we go there? |
| Polly shrugs, pacing behind him up the staircase. | |
| Polly Page: | I warn you, an hour goes very quickly. |
| John Boulton: | Oh no, honey. This is going to be the longest hour of your life! |
| John and Polly reach the top of the stairs. | |
| Polly Page: | Where to? |
| John points to a large wooden door. | |
| John Boulton: | In there. The surprise is in there. |
| Polly shrugs and pads up the hallway, opening the door and entering the large room. She pauses just inside the door, noticing a large figure by the window, looking out. Turning, Polly tries to slip back out the door but Boulton closes the door quickly behind him, leaving the three of them in the bedroom. | |
| Polly Page: | What's going on? |
| Don grins wickedly at Polly. | |
| Don Beech: | Why hello there, precious. Pleased to see me again? |
| Don chuckles at the look of horror on Polly's face. | |
| Don Beech: | It's been too long, I've missed you Polly. |
| Polly looks blankly at the familiar man. | |
| Polly Page: | What are you doing here? |
| Don Beech: | What does it look like? I've come here to admire John's nice new apartment. And it's... accessories. |
| Don licks his lips as he eyes Polly up. She turns and tries to get past Boulton to the door. | |
| Polly Page: | Let me go! He's not meant to be here! |
| Don nods across at John. | |
| Don Beech: | John's a good mate of mine. Goes in for the same sort of things that I do. We've decided that you've been a bad girl, Polly, so we're going to punish you. It's that simple. |
| Polly Page: | But, but this isn't fair! You can't do this! |
| Don Beech: | Yes we can, sweetie. Your pimp has left you all alone with us for the next hour. If you're a good girl you might just be lucky enough to be still alive at the end of it... If not... |
| Don trails off, his lips wet. Polly raises the tone of her voice in fear and panic. | |
| Polly Page: | But then you'll be in so much trouble when Greg finds out! |
| Don Beech: | Oh shut her up, John. Get the gag then we can get to work on her. |
| Don reaches down and starts to unfasten his trousers. John chuckles lightly, reaching over to the bedside table and twirling the large cloth in front of her eyes. | |
| John Boulton: | Can't have you waking up the neighbourhood, now can we? |
| John fastens the gag around Polly's mouth, pulling her hands behind her back as she struggles. Don stands up, his trousers removed, and walks over to Polly with an evil gleam in his eye. He hoists her up, throws her down on the bed and starts to roughly tie her hands together with a length of steel wire. The wire cuts deeply into Polly's wrists as she struggles. Polly sobs as she eventually stops resisting. | |
| Don Beech: | Get the bitch ready for me, John. |
| Don slips his underwear off and starts to unbutton his shirt. John positions himself over the child, unzipping her skirt and pulling it off, together with her underwear, in one sharp motion. Don kicks off his shoes and socks and stands up, completely naked and fully erect. He grins at John. | |
| Don Beech: | Are you going to join me, John? Two's company, after all. |
| John grins proudly. | |
| John Boulton: | I don't know, Sarge. Think there'll be room? |
| Don nods his head. | |
| Don Beech: | Polly's got a lot of space down there, if you get my drift. It'll be a tight fit but I'm sure there's room for us both. |
| John nods, considering his options. | |
| John Boulton: | Well I've never been one for kids but I'll try anything once. |
| John slips off his jeans and boxers, crawling onto the other side of the bed. | |
| Don Beech: | Good boy. I'll get her warmed up while you get yourself ready. |
| Don reaches down and starts to lightly brush between Polly's legs. He smiles at her. | |
| Don Beech: | Oh, it's been such a long time, Polly. I hope you haven't forgotten everything I taught you. |
| Don roughly jams three fingers inside Polly and starts to pump them in and out of her body. Polly tries to tighten her thighs together and squirm away from him. | |
| John Boulton: | Something tells me she's not all that fond of you. |
| Don Beech: | Oh, don't be fooled by that, Polly's really one of my biggest fans. Aren't you, sweetie? |
| Don adds another finger to Polly's stretched opening and roughly presses it inside her. Polly is very dry and she winces in pain. | |
| Don Beech: | What's the matter? Are you a bit sore down there? Well we haven't even started yet. |
| Don pulls his hand out and leans back on the bed. | |
| Don Beech: | Come on John, as it's your first time with a kid I'll let you have first bite of the cherry. |
| John smiles gratefully and hesitantly runs his hands along the girl's inner thighs. | |
| John Boulton: | Very sweet. |
| John smiles back at Don. | |
| John Boulton: | What a delightful past-time you indulged in, Sarge. Glad you asked for my assistance. |
| John begins exploring the young girl with his fingertips, rubbing and stroking her until she moistens up nicely. | |
| John Boulton: | See, wasn't that difficult, was it? And I don't want to make this anymore difficult for you then it needs to be. |
| John continues warming up the girl, positioning himself over her as he caresses her small breasts. | |
| Don Beech: | Good work John. Now, are you a front-door man or do you prefer to go in by the back? |
| John Boulton: | Well I've never been with a youngster before, so I'd better stick with routine. |
| Don Beech: | Good idea. I prefer the back anyway. Get her into position and I'll join in once you two have a steady rhythm going. |
| John continues fondling the child's chest as he slowly slips himself deep inside of her, immediately falling into a slow rhythm. | |
| John Boulton: | Oh, you have good taste Don. The pie is exquisite. |
| Don Beech: | Bon appetite. How does it feel? Isn't she the best, so young, so fresh and so willing to please? |
| Don runs his hands along the sides of Polly's body and laughs as she trembles. | |
| John Boulton: | I could get into all this on a regular basis. Never knew one so little could be so tasty/ |
| Don straddles Polly from behind, pulls her cheeks apart and slowly slides his fingers between them. | |
| Don Beech: | You sure you don't want to try the back, John? I can feel you inside pumping her in this position. |
| John Boulton: | No, I've just about got my hands full here. |
| John continues thrusting deeply into the child, moaning in pleasure as his hands once again wander over her body. | |
| Don Beech: | Your hands? I could have sworn it was another part of your body but it's hard to see from this angle. |
| Don grins, positions himself and slams his erection deep between Polly's cheeks. | |
| John Boulton: | Oh, god that's tight Don! This is something else! |
| Don Beech: | Oh yes! This is incredible. You're a good girl, Polly, a good girl! |
| Don slaps his hand against Polly's behind hard, urging her on. Polly struggles against the ties once again, realising it is hopeless. She moans lightly, letting her eyes fall closed. | |
| Don Beech: | Come on Polly, harder! |
| Don slams himself against Polly once again and rubs himself back and forth inside. John increases his thrusting, his hands gripping her waist roughly. | |
| John Boulton: | Won't be able to keep this up for long, Sarge! |
| Don Beech: | You almost finished, John? You're eager. |
| Don reaches down and grabs a hold of John's erection as it slams into Polly. | |
| Don Beech: | You are eager! Try to hold on a few more moments, though. |
| Don grabs hold of Polly with both hands and viciously thrusts inside her. John pants lightly, rubbing his hands along Polly's chest. Don's body tightens as the heat generated by his thrusting arouses him and he comes inside Polly, his juices dripping out of her as he pulls out. | |
| Don Beech: | Ahhh great, you haven't changed one bit, Polly. |
| John slides back inside her, thrusting urgently. | |
| John Boulton: | She's so moist, yet tight too. This is worth every pound! |
| Don Beech: | Yeah, she's a real little trooper. |
| Don brushes himself off and leans back on the bed, watching John as he enters Polly. John clenches his jaw tightly, emptying himself deep inside her. | |
| John Boulton: | So sweet! |
| John pulls out catching his breath. | |
| Don Beech: | All finished, John? |
| John Boulton: | I'd say so, Sarge. You? |
| Don Beech: | I'm all done, but we still need to teach this little bitch a lesson. Get her to lick you off. |
| John looks sceptical. | |
| John Boulton: | I'd rather not. Can't say I'd really trust her. |
| Don Beech: | Well then hurt her a bit. I know... |
| Don reaches across to the dresser and pulls out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. | |
| Don Beech: | Give her something to remember us by. |
| Don chucks the packet and the lighter across to John. The young PC looks back up at Don confused. | |
| John Boulton: | I don't know about this. I mean, it'll be a bit obvious. |
| Don Beech: | Do it. |
| John slowly slips a cigarette from the packet and lights it, drawing a few puffs. He is still hesitant. | |
| John Boulton: | I can't do it, Sarge. |
| John hands the lit fag to Don, who sighs and holds Polly's arm steady. | |
| Don Beech: | You're such a wimp, Boulton. One day you'll come to a bad end. |
| Don presses the lit cigarette against Polly's arm, hard. She pulls her arm away, letting out a low cry. Don rips the gag from Polly's mouth then presses the cigarette against her arm again and again. | |
| Don Beech: | Tell me how it feels, sweetie! |
| Polly squeals, trying to pull away from him. | |
| Polly Page: | Stop it! |
| Don Beech: | You're going to have some nasty scars because of this. John, grab her legs. |
| John looks slightly objectionable, but nevertheless complies. | |
| John Boulton: | Sarge? |
| Don Beech: | Just hold her still. |
| Don positions Polly so that her legs are spread apart, as he brings the cigarette towards her. | |
| Don Beech: | Just be a good girl and don't struggle, Polly. |
| Don carefully presses the cigarette against her vaginal lips. He leaves it there for several seconds before removing it. Polly screws up her face as silent tears run from her eyes. She manages to pull away from his grasp and crawls up to the head of the bed. | |
| Polly Page: | Stop it, stop it! Leave me alone! |
| Don grins and stubs the cigarette out. | |
| Don Beech: | Clean her up, John. We don't want Greg suspecting anything. |
| John nods quickly redressing and heading into the bathroom, returning several moments later with a damp towel. | |
| Don Beech: | Now you listen to me, you little slut. Look at me when I talk to you! |
| Don grabs Polly's chin and forces her to look into his eyes. | |
| Polly Page: | What? |
| Don Beech: | I'm a police officer and so is John. If you ever tell anyone about this, including your pig of a stepfather, we'll hunt you down and we'll kill you. Do you understand me? |
| Polly nods slowly, remaining quiet. Her eyes display her terror. | |
| Don Beech: | I mean it. One word of complaint and you're dead. We can find you at any time, anywhere. And Greg can't stop us. As far as you're concerned, John used you here and that is all that happened. Do you hear me? |
| Polly nods slowly, wiping her eyes. Don bends over and pats her on the head, twisting a handful of her hair. | |
| Don Beech: | Good girl. This can be our little secret. |
| John raises an eyebrow with intrigue as he watches Don manipulate the child. | |
| Don Beech: | You see, John. Easy. |
| John Boulton: | Very well done, Sarge. You were right. She's not as hard as she thinks she is. |
| Don picks up his trousers and starts getting dressed again. | |
| Don Beech: | See you sometime soon, Polly. The sooner the better. |
| Don turns his back on the small girl. | |