Deep Blue

by Aishling Morgan

  Thomazina just smiled, enjoying Elune’s rising panic.

  ‘You’ve spoiled my fun in the town,’ Juliana said calmly, ‘so it is only fair I have my fun with you, is it not?’

  ‘I suppose so,’ Elune answered sulkily, ‘but not Pietro’s cross or your horrid cunt wedges. I really couldn’t bear it.’

  ‘I shall do as I please,’ Juliana answered, ‘but we have no time to make wedges and I’m sure they’re not for sale in Tawmouth, so you are lucky. Now what shall we do with you instead?’

  ‘We’re not really private,’ Thomazina put in. ‘There’sa Peeping Tom and an old man who comes to watch the girls. Either might be up by the temple, others too.’

  ‘Do we care?’ Juliana answered, glancing up to where a few bushes could be seen at the cliff edge high above.

  ‘Going bare is one thing, torture another,’ Thomazina said.

  ‘Seeing a pretty little girl tortured?’ Juliana replied. ‘I would think they’d love to watch. Still, you probably know best. Hmm, I have it. Do they still throw the refuse down at Daccombe Bay?’

  Elune lay prone, her body half submerged in the pool, her limbs spread-eagled, each firmly tied to a weight far too heavy to shift. She could see little, only a broken, fuzzy image through the wet hair that sprawled across her face. The smell of the sea was strong in her nose, mixed with tar, earth and ripe, rotten scents.

  They had taken her to Daccombe Bay, Thomazina uncertain, Juliana gloating over what they were going to do. It was as she remembered it, a tiny cove beneath a high, funnel-shaped cliff, once a public tip, now given over to illegal use but still providing everything Juliana’s malignant and fertile brain could desire. First a suitable site had been chosen, a shallow pool out of sight of the cliff top. She had been staked out, her wrists tied to a mess of twisted concrete and iron, her ankles spread wide and tied to rocks. They had taken turns to urinate on her, splashing her body and face to leave her soiled and panting. Juliana had then put a hand to her sex, teasing her to orgasm and talking of painful and degrading punishments until at last Elune’s will had snapped. She had come, sucking at a strand of her pee-sodden hair to the sound of Juliana’s laughter and Thomazina’s nervous giggling.

  They had left her, but she could still hear them, discussing the next stage of her punishment as they searched among the refuse for things to use. She could do nothing, only think of her ecstasy and what it had driven her to while she waited for more and worse. Her breasts were clear of the water, as was her pubic mound; everything lower was submerged, with her vagina full from where Juliana had opened the hole with a finger.

  ‘Perfect!’ Juliana declared. ‘How many are there?’

  ‘Five, I think,’ Thomazina answered, ‘no, six.’

  ‘Good, I will start. You fetch some crabs.’

  Elune listened as Juliana approached, her body stiffening automatically as something clattered to the rock near her head. A new smell joined the others; a sweeter, richer decay.

  ‘We have a treat.’ Juliana’s voice came from beyond the can. ‘A fine treat, just for you, my pretty one.’

  ‘What?’ Elune demanded.

  Juliana just laughed, although Elune was already thinking of crabs, her flesh shivering and jerking at the prospect. Something soft touched her belly, smeared on to her skin, and the sweet, rotten smell became stronger. A wet, squelching noise came to her and something cold, hard and round touched between her breasts, then something else, as cold, but soft, running between them. A shiver went through her as Juliana’s hands found her breasts, smearing some sticky, lumpy substance over them, tweaking her nipples, then moving up to her neck. The smell was getting stronger, stronger, rich and heady, and as Juliana’s hand slapped a lump on to her pubic mound she recognised the smell of meat.

  ‘Bitch!’ she managed. ‘Wicked, evil, bitch!’

  Again Juliana’s only response was a light laugh, and Elune felt a finger burrow into her vagina, then another. She was opened, her hole stuffed with the mess, Juliana pushing it in until Elune’s vagina felt utterly bloated. Some squeezed out as Juliana let go, a feeling yet more obscene. As more of it was smeared over her vulva she found herself sighing and arching her back, unable to deny her pleasure in the awful punishment as her tormentor’s fingers found her clitoris. Juliana giggled and began to rub, making Elune squirm and wriggle her hips for more, only for the touch to stop as abruptly as it had begun.

  ‘Not yet, little one,’ Juliana chided. ‘Come, come, you wouldn’t be happy unless it was done properly. We must allow the full indulgence of your senses.’

  As she spoke Juliana had taken the hair on Elune’s face and pushed it aside, leaving her blinking in the suddenly bright sunlight. Thomazina was visible, down the shore, turning over a rock. Juliana was to her side, squatting, her sex open, swollen and wet to reveal her excitement. Beside her stood six cans, each showing a picture of a large and contented dog, his head lowered over a bowl of brownish chunks and meat jelly.

  ‘Dog food,’ Juliana said happily. ‘Here, have some.’

  Elune shied away, then opened her mouth at the sudden look of warning on her tormentor’s face. Juliana smiled and stuck a finger into a can. Elune stared at it, gaping, then closed her mouth on Juliana’s finger, her senses filling with the taste. She swallowed, her face screwed up at the slimy texture as it went down. Juliana’s own expression was of glee, of utter, unrestrained delight in Elune’s degradation.

  Once more Juliana’s hand found Elune’s sex, massaging her, fingers slipping into her filthy vagina, then lower, to penetrate her anus and give the tiny hole and her bottom crease a share of slimy filth. Elune moaned, feeling her bottom hole pop open and squeeze on Juliana’s finger. In response the digit moved inside her rectum, making her writhe and gasp in pleasure, only to have it stop abruptly.

  ‘I have seven,’ Thomazina’s voice came suddenly. ‘One’s an edible.’

  ‘Give him her cunt,’ Juliana ordered. ‘We’ll spare her face, but not those darling little titties.’

  Elune’s body tensed further, her skin already squirming in anticipation. Something heavy came to rest on her pubic mound, then scuttled quickly down, its legs tickling her skin as it took refuge between her thighs. A claw touched her bottom, gently, testing for the taste of the meat. She moaned, shaking her head.

  ‘Hold them until they get the flavour,’ Juliana commanded. ‘Give me that big green one.’

  Again something touched her, on her breasts, first the cool smoothness of the crab’s underside, then the claws, waving in its efforts to escape, scratching her skin. She squealed, her pained response drawing a hiss of pleasure from Juliana. The crab relaxed, tasting, its mouthparts starting to work, in the meat but touching her skin. A claw closed on her flesh and she cried out again, her back arching.

  The crab at her sex had begun to feed, his big claws grating over the skin of her bottom crease and sex lips as he scraped up the food. Another was placed on her free breast, more on her stomach, each scuttling across her flesh until the abundant food made it overcome its fear. She was writhing, shaking her head from side to side, her senses swamped by the smell and the pain of claws on her naked flesh.

  Juliana moaned and Elune saw she had begun to masturbate. Thomazina giggled, nervous, but plainly aroused, and Juliana gave soft thanks for some intimate caress. Elune tried to watch, to enjoy her friends taking their ecstasy over her tortured body, only for a claw to fasten hard on to a nipple and everything but her own pain to vanish in a long scream.

  Another claw caught in her belly button, legs skittering across her tummy. Mouthparts touched her other nipple, testing her flesh for taste. The big crab pinched her sex lips, pulling them open, his mouthparts touching her inner flesh, feeding on the same smeared dog food that plastered her body and filled her mouth with its horrid taste. Part of him touched her clit and her mouth came open, her tongue pushing out. Claws gripped tight to both nipples, tighter on her sex, stretching her, cutting into her. Mouthparts to
uched her clitoris, provoking agonising tickling as the big crab fed on the meat, then pure, unbearable ecstasy as he began to feed on her.

  She screamed as she came, a scream pushed out with all the force of her lungs. Her head was shaking, her hair scattering drops of water and pee over the rocks, her body arched and taut in blended agony and bliss as she screamed and cursed and thrashed in her bonds, calling Juliana a bitch over and over until at last the crabs were pulled from her body to leave her mumbling broken thank-yous through her mouthful of dog food.

  Slumped down in the pool, she was gasping for breath, soiled and exhausted, her body sore and throbbing. The girls were looking down at her, Thomazina with excitement but concern, Juliana with pure, beaming delight, still squatting, her fingers sunk between her thighs, wet with juice.

  It was Thomazina who moved, rising to walk behind Juliana, cock a leg across Elune’s head and sink down. Elune sighed, poking her tongue out an instant before Thomazina’s full, soft bottom settled in her face. Thomazina wiggled and Elune began to lick, first her friend’s anus, then her sex. With a tongue lapping at the bud of her clitoris, Thomazina came quickly, crying out her ecstasy to the empty sky.

  Thomazina rose, to be replaced by Juliana, who took the same treatment of Elune’s tongue on anus and vulva before reaching a second orgasm. With that the punishment was declared over, Juliana’s mocking tone making it quite clear that Elune’s need for correction had been no more than an excuse to indulge herself. Elune was untied and washed in the sea, her body kissed and held before they found a sheltered area of rock on which she could recover.

  ‘Does that satisfy?’ Elune asked Thomazina as her friend sat down.

  ‘Oh, I think so,’ Thomazina answered, ‘but behave yourself, please.’

  ‘I shall try, but it is hard when you tempt me with such cruel pleasures. How can I resist?’

  ‘Try, for his sake,’ Juliana answered. ‘You say you have seen nothing of Aileve?’

  ‘No, neither of us.’

  ‘She was with me briefly, but came up. She had a restaurant, just beyond the Seven Sisters, with a great bear of a man, all hair and muscle. She would feed me by night and we would play on the beach, but he began to think she was seeing someone so I had to leave.’

  ‘A pity. We had hoped you would come together. Tell Elune what happened after we parted.’

  ‘I got to Rome, but it had changed and it only made me sad. I went down, and to the islands west of Africa, where I danced for money and had sex with ever so many men. They are dull, though, and become frightened at the least suggestion of pain…’

  Thomazina laughed, to which Juliana grinned.

  ‘They are soft, Juliana, sweet,’ Elune stated, ‘and you are cruel.’

  ‘Not so cruel, Elune. Do you remember what the soldiers did to me at Exeter, when I wouldn’t follow the Christian creed? I was staked out on the midden. Nobody would help me. They just laughed at me when I begged for mercy, telling me I only had to accept their religion and they would let me go. I refused, told them to do their worst. Thirty or more must have had me before I fainted, but when I woke I asked for more. They said they would bury me in dung and scraps, let me suffocate unless I swore faith. That was cruel.’

  ‘What happened?’ Thomazina asked.

  ‘He came,’ she answered.

  Seven

  ‘A crazy, fucking bitch!’ Jeff Perkins declared and took a swallow of his lager.

  ‘You’ve got to laugh, though,’ Ed answered. ‘Anyway, you’ll get her. How many girls answering to that description can there be?’

  ‘One,’ Perkins answered. ‘Yeah, I’ll get her, then we’ll see what’s so fucking funny.’

  ‘So it’s a gang, you reckon?’

  ‘Yeah, two, maybe more, young girls putting on the innocent act. I’ve seen it before, shoplifting, stealing, picking pockets, and all the time they look like butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths. There’ll be loads of incidents, you’ll see, once it comes out. For now we could only find one other, this old bloke, Mr Hobbers, runs the antique shop opposite. He says a girl tried to sell him an old coin, obviously stolen. She’s the one with the knockers, can’t be two alike.’

  ‘So what’re you going to do?’

  ‘They’ll be back. Cocky little bitches always are, until they get caught.’

  ‘Good. Anyway, I’ve got news for you. I’m going to marry Lily.’

  ‘Jesus, that’s a bit quick, isn’t it? I mean, no offence, but…’

  ‘None taken, Jeff, none taken. She’s a gem, too good to miss. I been out with dirty bitches and I’ve been out with girls who’ll do what they’re told without having to be slapped. Lily’s both.’

  ‘Nice. Well, congratulations and all that.’

  ‘Cheers. Still, after the other night I’m sure you’ll agree, she’s too hot to miss.’

  ‘Dead right, best little cocksucker I’ve met in years. Shame you’re so keen on her, really: I could’ve done with a bit more of that, eh?’

  ‘Very funny, Jeff. Seriously, though, you never know your luck. You know me, I’m not one to leave my mates out in the cold, and as long as it’s understood that I’m in charge, who knows, there might be more. She’ll do as I tell her, that’s for sure, and she loved it last time.’

  ‘Yeah, Christ, that’s not a night I’ll forget in a hurry.’

  ‘There’s better. I fucked her up the arse last night.’

  ‘What, up the shitter?’

  ‘Yeah, right up. She made a fuss, but I wasn’t taking any of it. I made her kneel and fucked her first, then put it up her arse, all the way, until my balls were banging her cunt.’

  ‘Nice.’

  ‘You bet it was nice. Of course she did her normal bit, crying and that, but she came off while I was up her, so I know it’s all bollocks.’

  ‘Typical woman. No, no, no, and all the time they’re desperate.’

  ‘You’re right, Jeff, always the way. I told her I’d marry her afterwards. I’ve never seen a girl so grateful.’

  ‘You’re a lucky man, Ed.’

  ‘No luck in it, Jeff. Treat them rough and they’ll eat out of your hand. Another pint?’

  Mr Hobbers sat at his desk, the local telephone directories spread around him, mingled with spanking magazines, the pictures of naked bottoms and kicking legs glossy in the feeble light of a single bulb. Since being visited by Sergeant Perkins he had been more determined than ever to track down the girl who had called herself Thomazina. She was a thief, and she was not alone, that he now knew; yet he had given the minimum of information to the sergeant, knowing that he personally could put it to far better use.

  It seemed impossible that she could wriggle out of accepting a spanking, just so long as he found her. So many of the stories in his magazines told the same tale, of a girl caught shoplifting and given the choice of arrest or a good old-fashioned spanking. Invariably they chose the spanking, and down came their knickers, across the shopkeeper’s lap, bare bottoms raised as just punishments were dished out. Despite his enjoyment of the stories, they had always been spoiled by a niggling doubt as to their plausibility. His limited experience told him that most girls lacked the reasoning ability to weigh a simple spanking against the consequences of arrest. More likely they would react by instinct, angrily refusing the spanking and counting a police record a lesser price to pay than the surrender of their dignity.

  In Thomazina’s case it would be different, he was sure of it. For one thing, she was somewhat simple; for another, she was used to being spanked at home and so the idea would not bring the outrage it did to most modern girls. Also, she had already had sexual contact with him and seemed not to mind, showing a sense of gratitude he considered extraordinary in a girl, vanity and selfishness being more usual traits. She could be coerced, he was sure of it, maybe made to accept a punishment for her thefts and for selling him the coin, maybe talked into accepting her spanking in gratitude for his not telling the police all he knew. Failing that, the
re was simple blackmail.

  The problem was finding her. His researches had been interesting, fascinating even, but they had given him little clue as to her real identity. One thing alone stood out. The original Thomazina had been a dreamer — considered somewhat fey and unworldly by her contemporaries, even her sisters. It seemed entirely possible that to a young, rebellious girl she might be seen as a role model. Yet it seemed unlikely that any young girl would have heard of Thomazina Keeley. After all, teenage tearaways and thieves were not normally historians, nor likely to be reading gravestones in an obscure village churchyard. Clearly the girl had seen the graves, and the most likely explanation seemed to be that she was a descendent of a Keeley, probably one of the sisters.

  With nothing else to go on he had begun to search for Keeleys, Pardues and Draycotts. No Keeleys lived closer than Exeter. Draycott was common in Newton Abbot but there were none in Tawmouth. A single Pardue was listed in Tawmouth, John Pardue of Exhibition Road. Other avenues existed, married names of female descendants in particular, yet somehow John Pardue had the right feel. Exhibition Road he knew, a terrace running up from the docks to the railway cutting, one of the poorest streets in the town. The environment seemed perfect to have produced his little thief, a thief he now felt confident would shortly be too sore to sit down.

  Lily sat at her desk, her mind fully concentrated on the sheet of paper in front of her. On it, the Reverend Wilmot’s diagram of the Wythman was taking shape, each detail carefully annotated as she went. She had spent the day working, trying to push the memories of how Ed had used her from her mind, also her overriding compulsion for sex. This she was certain came from her need for Ed, a piece of self-awareness that filled her with shame and disgust, yet about which she could do nothing. She had masturbated four times already, returning to lie stripped on her bed however hard she tried to turn her mind to work.