The
Missing Maid
A
Tawse Hall Mystery
By
Lisa
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Julius tried to manage his
fear. Bastion had made it clear who he held responsible for the fuck up with
Agnes, and that if Julius did not sort the matter out he would pay the price.
Bastion’s style would have been comic if it had not been meant in such deadly
earnest. He seemed to cultivate a James Bond villain demeanour, minus the white
cat, but with extra menace.
‘Julius, I have been good to
you. You have become very rich, have I not provided for you?’
‘Of course Bastion, and I
will get this sorted out, but I have made money for you as well.’
‘Without my patronage you and
your gang of hooligans would have been wiped off the face of the earth the
moment you poked you dirty snouts out of your sewer. When you accepted the
snakehead ring from me you knew what that meant.’
Julius looked down, that
silver band that chained them together.
‘Look, it is Horse, she has
gone crazy, and I don’t know what she is doing. Please Bastion, just give me
the time, and I will get it sorted.’
‘I asked you to get Agnes back;
I told you that she was to be returned unharmed. If you gave that job to a
psychopath that was a grave error of judgement. You will clear up this mess,
and maybe if you do a decent enough job I will not take everything you have
from you. Do you understand Julius, do you understand?’
‘Yes Bastion.’
‘By the way, have you spoken
to Connie today?’
Hearing his wife’s name! No
Bastion could not.
‘What the hell are you doing?
Connie is nothing to do with this, leave her alone.’
‘You bring back the thing
that is precious to me and all will be fine.’
The mobile went dead. Julius
was crazy with fear now. Rohrstock was going to harm Connie over some Polish
whore. For god’s sake, what a man. He did not doubt for one second that he
would follow through on his threats.
‘Hi this is Connie F cannot
speak right now but leave a mess...’
‘Hi this is the Ferrule
Family, we aren’t around right now but...’
Just answer phones.
He started up the engine and
hit the gas, he needed to get home. He needed help and needed to call in
favours. Favours from the Woolwich Boys, Tblock, Catford Wildcats, the Muslim
boys form Poplar. If Rohrstock hurt Connie and came for him there was going to
be fucking carnage. Fuck Horse, fuck her. Violence is bad for business but if
it was going to come down to it Julius was not afraid of a war. He had worked
hard for what he had and no fucking German cunt or psycho bitch was going to
take that. And nobody was going to harm Connie without him having the cunt tracked
down and him taking them apart, piece by shitty piece. What about the Organization? What about Howard?
Julius was making plans, thinking hard as he gunned the Cayenne through the
streets, and out into to country. He did what he always did with he needed to
organise, he called Eustace.
‘Meet me at my gaff E; it’s
all getting fucked up.’
It was going to be a long
long night.
‘You are disgusting little
bitch aren’t you? The Horse Mistress was back in Agnes’ cell. It stank now,
even though the guards had hosed it down. Agnes was desperate and shivering.
‘Why am I here, why are you
hurting me?’
‘The horses are as they say
on the track. My little picture of you will have put raised the temperature a
little. You see you little bitch; I know something that nobody else around here
knows. I know who the fuck you really are. You are just shit, but shit that
powerful people will pay for.’
Agnes said nothing, just
stared trying not flinch. As long as they thought she was just some trafficked
woman, some run away whore there was a relative safety. But..... No, don’t
think about it, say nothing.
Horse was swaggering around
the cell. ‘You know what; I am going to get that little arse of yours washed. Then
I think you will benefit from a whipping.’ Swoosh; Horse lashed the air with
her crop.
‘I love whipping women. I
love whipping anyone to be honest. Love to hear them cry, watch them squirm,
listen to them beg as the fiery red stripes start to sing. I whip buttocks,
thighs, breasts and backs. But what I really love is having a pretty young
woman to whip.’ She paused and pulled a clown like sad face.
‘It is mostly fat old men who
pay me to give them that kind of treatment, with their wrinkly little dicks, scrawl
bottoms and beer bellies.‘ She spat the ground and then her red lips formed
into a big evil smile.
‘But now I have you, and in a
manner of speaking I am going to be paid an awful lot in return for whipping
you.’ The voice was full of glee and spite. One sharp clap and the guards came back
in. ‘Let's clean the dirty bitch and then you can bring her to meet my whipping
frame.’
The women unlocked the cuffs
and pulled Agnes to her feet, but quickly cuffed her again with her hands
behind her head. She tried to struggle but the hands that held her were strong
and she quickly secured to the bench.
‘Oh I like it, don’t you my
dear? You have been hosed by my girls now we are going to give you the kind of
wash inside that you have needed for a long time. ‘ Rough hands pulled Agnes’
knees back and legs apart, leaving her buttocks spread wide and her little
arsehole on display. ‘
‘My Dear, relax it will be an
awful lot less uncomfortable if you do.’ It was then that Agnes got to see what
was about to happen. A guard had brought
in an enema on a stand, and Horse had it in her a plastic gloved hand. She dabbed
a little cold lube on Agnes’ hole then offered up the pipe. It made her flinch.
‘That’s it bitch let it in.’
Agnes squealed as the greased tube slipped into her anus. Just another ghastly
humiliation, as she felt the warm soapy water fill her.
‘That’s it, keep it in. If
you do well I may not whip you quite so hard this time. Feel it cleaning you
out.’
It was hard to describe the
feeling, the sensation was even pleasant as it came in but holding the water in
was becoming uncomfortable. When the bag was empty, Horse slowly withdrew the
tube.
‘Hold it all in Agnes, one
spilled drop and it will be the worse for you. Bring her up ladies.’
The guards let go of Agnes
legs. Now she had had enough, fuck it. As they pulled her to her feet she let
go, letting the water pour out all over the floor and over the women holding
her. She was going to pay for this, but she was not going to comply any more.
There were curses and shouts of anger from the women. One punched her hard in
the stomach and slapped her face.
She could hear Horse
laughing. ‘Bad luck girls, drag her to the yard and tie her to the frame. You
can have the pleasure of hearing her scream and beg.’
A bag was pulled over her
head, and all was black.
Howard passed his I phone to
Auntie. She looked at the picture. It was the same as the one Julius and Rohrstock
had received, a young woman naked and handcuffed.
‘Not looking good Auntie.
This woman, the Horse Mistress has gone off piste. She was meant to deliver the
girl to Ferrule and in turn back to Rohrstock, but seems to have decided to do
her own thing. Ferrule knows he has a problem so was willing to talk to me. My
guess is he hopes he will be able to spin it to his advantage at some stage. ‘
Auntie sat back her chair,
blowing on the tea in its fine china cup. ‘She is brave if nothing else. I
would not deliberately provoke that pair. Unless there was a lot of money and I
knew there was somewhere I could go forever and never be found. Why strip and
abuse the girl? What is the next move?’
Howard was tired, his boss
was asking him to think and right now he was out of thinking space. ‘I have
heard about this ‘Horse Mistress’ in my travels on the scene. I think she is a
proper ticking bomb. She is violent sexual sadist. Given power over Agnes she
just cannot help herself, it is just too arousing for her to hold back. People
who have made the mistake of upsetting her get hurt, but none talk to the
authorities. Too many difficult questions. She must have got form, but we
cannot find out any real bio. What is her real name? Where does she come from?
No clues. She has an upper crust English accent, which does not mean she is
either upper crust or English.’
Auntie pondered this. ‘But
Agnes has one thing going for her. She has a value alive she does not have
dead. Julius is desperate to find the girl and he is short of leads. He knows
where we stand, our hands are empty too. So the only actors in this game who
are unaccounted for apart from Horse herself are the mob at Tawse Hall.’
‘Louise Strict has never
opened up to me fully, but I think she knows more about Agnes than she lets on.
She is clearly very concerned for her welfare, in a way that goes beyond being
bothered about a member of staff, even one she might be sharing a bed with. Rohrstock
or Ferrule is going to want to close off that loose end. My guess is that this
Horse knows what she is dealing with and realises she is playing for high
stakes.’
Auntie tipped the sugar bowl
onto the table, letting the cubes spill out. ‘Ok Howard this is where we stand.
There is the girl, there is Horse. The heart of the inferno. She picked up two
cubes with her long fingers, fingers that ended in perfectly manicured nails.
She placed the cubes deliberately in the centre of a pad.
‘Then here are you, and here
is Louise strict. That is the side of the angels shall we say. On the other is Rohrstock, the side of the
Devils. Now, Julius is a Devil, but he may be ripe for conversion, because if
he cannot get the girl back, or does not believe he can......... You get hold
of Julius and tell him I want to talk. I am off to Tawse Hall; I need to meet
this lady.’
‘Oh that is one perfectly caned
bottom, and richly richly deserved.’ Mrs Scolding cooed as she rubbed cream
into Lisa’s heavily marked buttocks. ‘You were both lucky not to get a
birching. I have attended to one or two birched bottoms over the years and I
can assure you that a few strokes of the birch and you would be begging for the
cane. ‘William was in the opposite corner of the kitchen serving his time on
display, with that ridiculous cage still around his cock. He had been caned
just as hard as Lisa but had had to endure 3 with the tawse on each hand. ‘The thief’s
tariff, ‘as Ms Strict has said. Lisa remembered feeling the weight of that
tawse on her first day, and knew that three with that on the bare palm was
serious pain.
Lisa’s bottom was so sore and
her eyes red from crying but she was staring intently at William. What had made
him do something so so nasty to hurt her? What had she done to deserve it? Yes
he had been severely punished, yes Ms Strict had made him kneel and beg her for
forgiveness, but why did he hate her so much? Lisa was desperate now to get to
William and speak to him alone. Ms Strict had been clear that once the
punishment has been administered the slate was wiped clean and that if there
were any attempts at retaliation from either side they would both be in very
hot water. Right now Lisa knew too much about what that hot water felt like to
want to take too many risks.
Shona seemed to be finding
excuses walk through the kitchen, and linger longer than she needed to. Mr Welt
had gone off for the afternoon.
Mrs Scolding gave Lisa a
hearty slap on the bottom. ‘That’s you girl, you are free to go to your room and
finish your weeping there.’
But Lisa did not go to her
room. She had no more weeping to do. Ms Strict had forgiven her now, and she
would soon be back at her side serving her again. No, this was not the time for
weeping, but it was the time for some answers. Quietly she slipped out. She
took her knickers off, and lifted her skirt to let some cool air on to her
burning bottom. Then carefully, unobserved she sneaked to Williams hut, let
herself in and waited. He was bound to come there, and she would have him.
With Welt away, it was Shona
who answered the front door late that afternoon to a tall, elegant Asian woman
in her late 30’s.
‘Good afternoon, I am Meena
Rathi. Your Mistress is expecting me.’
‘
