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** SEPTEMBER 20TH ** |
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*** LOUNGEROOM - 8:30 PM *** |
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| Polly lays sprawled across a beanbag watching television. Greg paces down the stairs, having just put Ian to bed. | |
| Polly Page: | You see that, Bella? The police officers are going to catch the bad robbers! |
| Greg Matthews: | Come on Polly. We haven't got all night. Are you all cleaned up? |
| Polly groans under her breath. | |
| Polly Page: | Do we really have to do this? I mean, leaving Ian at home alone is a bit much. What if something happens? |
| Greg Matthews: | Ian will be fine. He sleeps like a log. Now, do you know what you're expected to do tonight? |
| Polly continues scratching the little puppy's tummy. | |
| Polly Page: | Same as the other day, yeah? Another 'friend' of yours. |
| Greg Matthews: | Exactly. Now you liked Uncle Charlie didn't you? |
| Polly Page: | Well, he was okay. He was pretty nice I guess. Why? |
| Greg Matthews: | Well this man might be a bit rougher. He's more used to this so he won't hold back. But I want you to be a good little girl and help him with it, okay? |
| Polly looks at her stepfather coldly. | |
| Polly Page: | Do I have a choice? |
| Greg Matthews: | Not really. But it will be a lot easier the second time. And I will buy a new collar and lead for Bella tomorrow if you do this well. |
| Polly cringes. | |
| Polly Page: | I don't wanna. |
| Greg's voice grows more demanding. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Don't make this difficult Polly. I can always take Bella away if I have to. Sell her to the pound so they can put her down with the other mutts. |
| Polly looks between the contented dog and Greg, horrified. | |
| Polly Page: | You wouldn't do that! |
| Greg sneers. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Try me. Now are you gonna come with me quietly or do I ring the pound? |
| Greg picks up the telephone and starts to dial. Polly drags herself to her feet, cradling the puppy in her arms. | |
| Polly Page: | All right, I'll go. But only if I can take Bella. |
| Greg laughs. | |
| Greg Matthews: | The mutt stays at home. I'll lock her inside so she can't get out. |
| Polly places the dog on the floor, not happy. | |
| Polly Page: | But I get to pick out the collar and leash, okay? |
| Greg claps his hands triumphantly. | |
| Greg Matthews: | You do. Now get in the car and start smiling 'cause I want you to be good to my friend tonight. His name's Mr Beech. |
| Polly waves to Bella, heading out the font door, in a particularly grumpy mood. | |
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*** DON BEECH'S LOUNGE ROOM - 9:00 PM *** |
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| Don Beech is sitting on his sofa quietly sipping a single malt whiskey and keeping a lookout outside. Greg parks the car neatly in the driveway, and escorts the somewhat more contented Polly to the front door, ringing the bell. Don is startled out of his complacency. He goes to the front door and opens it. | |
| Don Beech: | You're late, Greg. We agreed eight-thirty. |
| Greg Matthews: | I apologise for being slightly late. My youngest wouldn't go to sleep. |
| Don opens the steel-barred door and admits Polly and Greg into his house. | |
| Don Beech: | Whatever. I expect a discount for this, though. |
| Don escorts Greg and Polly into the sitting room. Don turns to face Polly. He eyes her up. | |
| Don Beech: | So this is your little girl? Nice, very nice. |
| Don walks around Polly in a circle, nodding his head as he walks. | |
| Don Beech: | Is she a virgin? |
| Greg Matthews: | No, she's not. Well you don't leave merchandise of this quality unopened any longer than you have to. I assure you, it will make no difference. |
| Don sniggers. | |
| Don Beech: | First time I've heard it called that. You're new to this game, aren't you? |
| Polly looks at the tall, dark haired man for several moments, before looking back down at the floor. | |
| Greg Matthews: | I suppose so. Just trying to establish some regular clients. She's only just turned eleven, so I didn't want to start too early. |
| Don leans down towards Polly so that his hot breath can be felt on her face. | |
| Don Beech: | Hello there little girl. Do you want a tonguey? |
| Polly takes an awkward step backwards, looking over at Greg for advice. Don grunts and pushes Polly's face against his. He slides his tongue into her mouth and they remain locked together like that for about a minute. Don breaks away and wipes his lips carefully. | |
| Don Beech: | That was good. She has a great tongue. |
| Polly chews on her bottom lip, not uttering a sound, her expression remains one of complete terror. | |
| Don Beech: | She seems fine to me, Greg. You want to watch? |
| Greg smiles somewhat amused. | |
| Greg Matthews: | I'd rather not. Think I'll wait here, if that's all right with you? |
| Don Beech: | Fine by me. Can I have a word? |
| Don ushers Greg a little way away from Polly. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Well? |
| Don Beech: | Look, sometimes I get a bit carried away with kids. I like to give them a bit of pain and sometimes they can't take it. You don't mind if I do that with your little girl? |
| Greg looks from Polly back to Beech. | |
| Greg Matthews: | That's not what we agreed on, you know. |
| Don narrows his eyebrows. | |
| Don Beech: | Greg, I'm a copper. You don't mess with me unless you want a lot of trouble. I can have you down at the nick faster than your little girl can come. I like to take my time over these things and I like to do them properly. I don't mind paying a little bit extra, either. |
| Don flashes two hundred-pound notes under Greg's eyes. He looks hesitant. | |
| Greg Matthews: | You're not the only client I have to think of, you know. |
| Don Beech: | I won't hurt her permanently. I just like to hear children moan with pain. It turns me on. |
| Don stares coldly into Greg's eyes. | |
| Don Beech: | Either you accept this on my terms or the whole thing is off. |
| Greg grunts under his breath. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Three hundred and she's all yours. |
| Don snorts and walks away from Greg. He stops next to Polly and idly runs a finger down her cheek. | |
| Don Beech: | Two fifty. Non-negotiable. |
| Greg sidles over to Don, whispering in his ear. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Three and you can save on rubbers. |
| Don considers this. | |
| Don Beech: | Two seventy-five, no rubbers, no crap and I can do what I like with the girl for two hours straight. Plus a discount next time. Take it or leave it. |
| Greg nods lightly. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Deal. |
| Don surreptitiously shakes Greg's hand. He pockets the money and lights a cigarette, taking a seat on the sofa. | |
| Don Beech: | I'll take her into my bedroom. I've set it all up. You can amuse yourself out here if you like. |
| Greg makes himself comfortable, turning on the TV. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Will do. |
| Don walks over to Polly and wraps his arms around her waist. He hoists her up into the air and carries her upstairs honeymoon-style into his bedroom. He plonks Polly down on the bed, turns around and locks the door. | |
| Don Beech: | Just you and me, kiddo. |
| Polly looks at him very strangely, not moving an inch. Don walks over to the bed and sits down next to Polly. He wraps his arm around her shoulders and hugs her tightly. | |
| Don Beech: | You're a pretty little thing. |
| Don chuckles. | |
| Don Beech: | Well go on, take ya kit off. |
| Polly shrugs and slowly pulls her jumper off, unbuttons her blouse and wriggles out of it. Pulling her boots off quickly, she unzips her jeans and together with her underwear, slips then off her legs and drops them to the floor. Don reaches down to pick up Polly's underwear. He slowly takes the small pair of knickers off the floor, raises them to his nose and inhales. He smiles, satisfied. | |
| Don Beech: | You're very wet. Good. I like it when they are wet. |
| Polly continues to look dazed by the man's actions. Don grins at the little girl. | |
| Don Beech: | I'm going to stand here and take my clothes off. While I am doing that I want you to touch yourself. I want to watch you touch yourself. |
| Don takes a step backwards and starts to pull off his tie and unbuttons his collar. Polly still looks overawed. | |
| Polly Page: | How do you mean? |
| Don sighs, annoyed. | |
| Don Beech: | Touch yourself between your legs. Rub yourself so that it feels good. Push your fingers in and out of the little hole there. |
| Polly nods slowly, surprised but not concerned. Don continues to unbutton his shirt and looks at Polly expectantly. | |
| Polly Page: | If you insist. |
| Don Beech: | I do. |
| Polly pushes herself further back onto the bed, spreading her legs and letting her fingers begin a stimulating rhythm. Don smiles. | |
| Don Beech: | Tell me how it feels. And rub yourself faster. |
| Don takes off his shirt, folds it and places it on the back of a nearby chair. Polly does as she's instructed, feeling that nice fuzzy feeling from several days ago. | |
| Polly Page: | It feels really nice and warm. Like all tingly and stuff. |
| Don Beech: | You can use your other hand too. Push it in and out of the hole, use your fingers. See if you can fit in one, two or three at a time. |
| Don unzips his trousers and steps out of them. Polly shrugs and again carries out the request, occasionally looking up at the man for approval. | |
| Don Beech: | Very good. You learn quickly. |
| Polly smiles at the encouragement. | |
| Don Beech: | Are you getting wet? |
| Don steps forward. He is fully erect and it shows. | |
| Polly Page: | I think so. Is that what you want? |
| Don nods at Polly's left hand. | |
| Don Beech: | Pull your hand out. |
| Polly does as she's told and rests her hand on her thigh. | |
| Don Beech: | It's very shiny and wet. I want you to put it in your mouth and suck the juices off. |
| Polly places two fingers in her mouth and carefully cleans them off, returning her hand to her thigh. Don grins and steps closer towards Polly. His erection, still trapped behind his underpants, rubs against her lips. | |
| Don Beech: | Now I want you to think of this as a lollipop. |
| Don slowly pushes his erection into Polly's mouth, still covered in the thin red fabric of the underwear. Polly sucks on him, as she has been taught, carefully lifting her hands, she massages his balls, drawing him deeper into her mouth. Don moans with pleasure and slides down the sides of his underwear. He withdraws from Polly's mouth for a second and slips the underwear off his legs. | |
| Don Beech: | Good girl. Now the fun can begin. |
| Don thrusts himself deep into Polly's mouth. He does not hold back and pushes down with all his might. | |
| Don Beech: | Keep sucking, girl. Keep sucking or I'll get nasty. |
| Polly looks up concerned, then after managing to get a deep breath, increases the pressure around his shaft. Don thrusts harder, rougher and deeper. The head of his erection enters the top of her throat. Polly coughs lightly, her air supply being restricted. In the process she scrapes him with her front teeth. Don grunts and pulls out. He looks down, furious, and notices a small trail of blood on his erection. | |
| Don Beech: | You little cow! You can lick that up! |
| Don roughly pushes his erection into Polly's mouth and her tongue licks up the welling blood. Don pulls out, still erect and surveys Polly's trembling body. | |
| Polly Page: | I, I'm sorry. |
| Polly looks up at him horrified. Don rubs his hand up and down his erection several times. There are small spots of blood on his palm. | |
| Don Beech: | You will be. |
| Don slaps Polly hard across the face. Polly squeals, bringing her hands to her face, looking more shocked than hurt. Don roughly grabs Polly and pins her to the floor. Her legs continue to struggle but Don presses her small body against the carpet resting his erection between her bottom cheeks. | |
| Don Beech: | I don't know if you've ever been taken like this before but there is a first time for everything. |
| Don laughs. | |
| Don Beech: | Tell me how you're feeling right now Polly. |
| Polly eventually manages to find her voice. | |
| Polly Page: | Let me go, I don't wanna do this! You're hurting me. |
| Don Beech: | Good. It will only hurt the first time if you struggle. Lie still and it won't be as bad. |
| Polly tries to pull out of his grasp, unsuccessfully. Don begins to lower himself onto her, the tip of his erection rubbing deep between Polly's cheeks. | |
| Don Beech: | Lie still, dammit! |
| Don elbows Polly in the back. She collapses, winded. Polly whimpers in pain, tears streaming from her eyes. Don heaves downwards and penetrates the crack between Polly's cheeks. He pushes his way in, retreats a little, then thrusts down even further, rubbing against Polly's tender skin intolerably. Polly let's out an ear-piercing shriek, trying desperately to pull away. | |
| Polly Page: | Thtop, thtop! Pwease! |
| Don Beech: | God you're tight. Relax yourself a bit more or you will be hurt, you silly girl. |
| Don screws up his face and slams himself inside her tiny body again and again. Polly cries in never before experienced agony, trapped under the body of the older man. Don groans in pain as his sensitive skin is rubbed raw. He breathes heavily and pushes himself inside Polly until there is no space between their bodies. | |
| Don Beech: | Awwww this is so tight! |
| Polly continues sobbing, lying completely still. Don slides his hands around to the front of Polly's legs and slips them inside her. Don takes a deep breath and slams his body against Polly's. | |
| Don Beech: | Almost finished. Ahhh yes, that's it! Yes! |
| Don gasps and has a tremendous orgasm inside Polly's body. She feels torn apart as he explodes inside her again and again. Polly pulls herself forward quickly, using her hands, managing to separate from the animal. Still on all fours, she continues weeping, dragging herself up onto the bed and snuggling against a pillow. Don continues to orgasm for several moments then slowly grinds to a halt. He is kneeling on the floor at this stage. | |
| Don Beech: | Come here. |
| Polly shakes her head, barely moving. Don's voice becomes firmer. | |
| Don Beech: | Come here now. Or I'll do things to you that will make that seem like a walk in the park by comparison. |
| Polly sniffles, still chewing on her lip as she crawls across the bed and sits crossed legged near the edge. | |
| Don Beech: | You left me in a mess. I want you to clean me up. |
| Polly looks sceptical, before realisation dawns on her. Carefully leaning forward, she licks the juices from him. After she finishes, she sits back calmly on the bed. | |
| Polly Page: | Okay? |
| Don nods. he is satisfied for now. | |
| Don Beech: | That was very good. I'll definitely use you again in the future. |
| Polly looks away from him, blinking several times. | |
| Polly Page: | What else do I have to do? |
| Don lets out a hoarse, throaty laugh. | |
| Don Beech: | Blondie, we haven't even started yet. We still have over an hour and a half to go. |
| Polly looks innocently into his eyes, her expression of dread not wavering. Don grabs Polly's trembling body and sits her on his lap. He smiles and pulls her towards him for another deep kiss. Polly whimpers in fear as the torture continues. | |