CHAPTER 2

 

 

The Willow tree set in the back lawn had nearly outgrown the garden. It stood there, tossing around its full, unsymmetrical branches abundant with feathery fronds in the warm summer wind - wild, tall and free.

Patricia was feeling like the Willow as she observed it from her bedroom window, free as a bird and as unrestrained as a butterfly. It was the day of her first dance and she could almost taste the freedom, feeling full of life and enthusiasm.

She had eleven hours to kill before she could leave to meet up with her friends. What could she do to fill the time? Everything always went too slowly for Patricia, she could never wait; she hadn't the will or the ability. Patience was something that had been left out of her body make-up when she emerged from the womb; she didn't even know what it meant. The word patience was definitely, in no manner or degree, in Patricia's vocabulary.

After breakfast she started work on her chores, singing to herself around the house - but for a change, her chores seemed to take no time at all, so to pass the time she offered to do more. Her mother soon took the smile off her face telling her that nothing she did would make any difference, she wouldn't change her mind - the ten o'clock curfew still stood. Patricia soon gave up trying to convince her that she didn't care, to her going to the dance was worth any sacrifice.

Her mother had made her feel so bad she decided to keep out of her way, so she began experimenting in her bedroom with the door firmly closed. With a small amount of make-up her friends had given her, she tried all different combinations, trying to remodel her already pretty face. Patricia wasn't allowed to wear make-up. To be found using it would be the end of all her dreams for the evening ahead and probably for the rest of her life.

The appointed hour came for Patricia to leave the house to rendezvous with her friends, and with the shouted demands of observing the curfew still ringing in her ears, she walked out of the shadows and into the light.

She had spent all afternoon bathing and washing her hair and trying on her only skirt and top. They were the only meager clothes she owned other than her school uniform, her mother didn't believe in spoiling children. Whenever Patricia asked for new clothes like her friends, mother's words were always the same, “ You can have what you want when you earn your own money and buy them yourself – and not before!“

Despite always imposing restrictions and putting her down, her mother couldn't take away the gift that nature had given her, beauty.

Patricia didn't need the make up or the beautiful clothes to look stunning but she could never see this. She was a typical teenager and she wanted everything! The frivolous, the trivial, the stupidly unnecessary and the extremely unimportant things; which to anyone other than a teenager, were a load of rubbish!

She walked up the road her feet feeling like lead until she was out of sight of the house then she smiled to herself; she felt an inner glow spreading to her very depths, she was free. Tossing back her long black hair with a flick of defiance, she started to dance up the road. When she reached the corner a gust of wind took her ankle-length, black skirt with the yellow and white print, and blew it up around her waist. Struggling to pull it down she giggled, not caring, and oblivious to the raised eyebrows of passers by.

Her small, tightly fitting black top accentuated her small, newly developed breasts and tiny waist - she looked like an exotic doll in the middle of suburbia. When she came upon her waiting friends she was still dancing along, wild hair catching the wind and bopping shoes hardly touching the ground.

 

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With the crazy high spirits of teenage girls they all noisily descended on the local dance. It was taking place in a vast wooden building bordering the river and local park, and except for the Saturday night dance, was used as a restaurant for day-trippers and local town functions. Once a week to everyone's delight, the enormous ballroom overlooking the river was transformed into a dance hall.

As the girls entered the building they could hear the band setting up on stage and testing their instruments. Patricia was excited and soon started off towards the noise only to be pulled away by her friends telling her that there were more important things to do first. They had promised to make up her face before the dance started so the first stop had to be the ladies room. Amid much hilarity and joking they sat her down on a hard stool for what seemed like hours. Other girls started to dwindle into the room and join the developing crowd surrounding a very embarrassed Patricia. She was impatient, desperately trying to contain her excitement, she couldn't wait to see the finished result. Even though she begged, no one would let her have a mirror until they had finished, each taking a turn pretending to be a make up artist.

At last in the midst of much theatrical nonsense, Patricia was allowed to look. She was surprised, shocked and astounded, as staring back at her from the mirror was this stunningly attractive face. It didn't look like her face at all, it looked more like the face of a cover girl out of a fashion magazine. All her friends and the strangers in the room were commenting on the ravishing beauty they had uncovered - joking that perhaps they should have left well enough alone as now they had competition!

“Was she a mode?“, some asked to her embarrassment. Patricia didn't know how to answer or to handle the compliments and the flattery as no one had ever told her she was beautiful.

Before she got more embarrassed her friends rescued her and dragged her along towards the dance.

 

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The band was playing music she had never heard before, loud music with such a beat her feet were tapping immediately. Without any directive Patricia's body started to move, and before she knew it she was crazily bopping around the dance floor along with her friends. It soon became so full there was hardly room to move, let alone dance. The atmosphere was electric, smoky and exciting. The lights were just a glow, which added to the ambiance, but somehow it seemed to make the dance hall claustrophobic for Patricia. When one of her friends suggested they go for a drink at the bar she readily agreed, completely obliterating from her mind one of her parents taboos. She had never tasted alcohol in her life, but like any curious teenager she couldn't wait to try it. Her friends suggested gin and orange and she readily agreed. Loving the taste and thirsty from bopping, she drank the drink straight down even though it burnt her throat slightly. It seemed that no sooner had the liquid reached her stomach that she began to feel different, and delightfully so. Patricia felt as if she was floating, she began dancing with no inhibitions; her full skirt swirling around in a circle baring her long legs and pants, for the world to see. Her friends were doing the same, some pairing up with boyfriends and being thrown over their shoulders as the tempo of the music hotted up into wild frenzy. This delighted Patricia as she had seen this kind of dancing in films; but to actually be part of it and feel the stimulating excitement of a world so new to her, took her breathe away.

While she was looking around at the dancers and marveling at their skills, she noticed one guy in particular. He probably wasn't a better dancer than any of the rest, but whatever his talent was he had Patricia completely mesmerized. It was mainly the way he looked and how he moved his body to the music; it was suggestive, it was sexual. She wished she could take her eyes off him but she couldn't, she was transfixed. This was the only member of the opposite sex to have ever had a profound effect on her, other than the film stars she fantasized about all the time.

He was tall and very slim but not thin, as under the dark suit he wore she could see the outline of wide muscular shoulders. His hair was brown and quite long, which in it self was different, as most of the other guys had theirs cut quite short. The front was styled in what she later found to out to be the Tony Curtis cut. His handsome face was very tanned, and even in the darkened glow of the dance floor she could see the clear blue of his eyes reflecting the pretty girl he was partnering. He was very trendy compared to most of the other guys and seemed to stand out from the crowd, especially to Patricia.

Her friends noticed her staring at him and asked her if she fancied him. When she blushed a bright red, and hesitatingly said yes, they all started to laugh.

What was so funny she asked them?

Unable to control themselves, they laughingly told her that if she could have picked any guy to fancy that was completely unobtainable to someone like her, it was him. When she asked if he had a serious girlfriend, her friends laughed even louder. They told her that he was the local stud and could get any girl he wanted, any time. She looked at them in disbelief; so they asked her, why would he want a fifteen-year-old virgin when he could go with all the experienced older girls and get exactly what he wanted. This is what he did and enjoyed it - he was renowned for it - he was a womanizer, but all the girls adored him anyway. He only had to lift his little finger and there were always a bevy of girls around him.

Still not convinced, Patricia glanced back again to where he was standing with the lovely girl he had been dancing with. Over her head their eyes met, and showing a definite interest, he returned her look. Even for someone as inexperienced as Patricia, she was aware of the attraction between them in that short glance. Her friends must be wrong she thought to herself, he looked so nice.

She turned around to tell her friends, only to find they had vanished into the crowd, and standing in their place was this guy, The Guy, the one she had just had eye contact with. Patricia went weak at the knees, she could see he was talking to her with his gorgeous mouth but she had no idea what he was saying. By the time she had regained some her composure he had introduced himself as Paul and asked her if he could take her to the cinema sometime. Shaking inside with excitement said she would love to if her parents agreed, but by the look on his face she knew her friends had been telling the truth. He was not used to a girl having to ask her parents permission just to go and see a film. He took hold of her and asked her to dance. The music was slow, very slow. Pulling her firmly against him and holding her close, he started to pay her compliments and asked her why he hadn't seen her at the dance before. She tried explained that she had very strict parents and hadn't been allowed to come before as she was only fifteen; by now he was running his fingers up and down her back and she was finding it very difficult to concentrate. Paul started talking about himself but was holding her so close that she could feel the heat of his body burning against hers, it was as if they were one. She was not used to this sort of thing, but she had to admit she loved it. He was quite a lot older than Patricia, seven years in fact. He had been in Malaya for two years doing his National Service in the Army and had only been back in England just under a year. Patricia was very flattered, as this was a man not a boy who was interested in her, and she had to admit, it went both ways.

For a girl who had never even had a proper boy friend she felt slightly scared of the effect he was having on her. She had never felt like this before, and her heart was beating so fast that everything she said seemed to come out completely wrong. How could this good-looking man be interested in her?

Where were her friends? They seemed to have vanished. Could he take her home? Take her home, God, what time was it? She had completely forgotten the time!

Patricia looked around again, scanning the dance floor for her friends but they were nowhere to be seen. It was within half an hour of the curfew time set by her parents. She needed to go home now, this minute - so she agreed to let him take her home!

 

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They left the dancehall together, with Paul walking her over to the biggest motorbike she had ever seen. It stood gleaming under the fairy- lights hanging from the giant oaks; she could hardly believe her eyes. Patricia had never been on a motor bike in her whole life, what would her parents say if they saw her arrive home on this enormous machine? She had just presumed he would walk her home. When Paul saw her hesitate, he said he would get her home in plenty of time and would drop her off just round the corner from her house, to avoid getting her into trouble.

This suited Patricia because she so much wanted to go with Paul and she didn't want him to think of her as a child. She was so excited, what would her friends say? Patricia could hardly wait until tomorrow to tell them that they were completely wrong - Paul was just a nice guy who wanted to take her home!

Paul helped her onto the bike as she had no idea where to put her feet or how to get onto it. Folding her full skirt around her legs and under her bottom, she sat behind him putting her arms around his waist. He held her arms closely around him much longer than he needed to, and as their hands touched she could feel the electricity passing between their bodies. Patricia had to admit she thought he was the most handsome and attractive man she had ever seen. She hoped he felt the same way about her but if he didn't, he wouldn't want to take her home would he?

He told her to hold on tight and started the machine with a deafening roar - exiting the car park at breakneck speed. Her body was thrown back with such force it was as much as she could do to just hold on. Patricia was not amused, she was scared, this was dangerous and stupid, he was just showing off. She screamed at him to stop, but the engine was making such a loud noise she was not even sure that he had heard her. She decided she would be brave as it wasn't far to her home - but one thing was sure, she knew that she wouldn't be repeating the experience again. He could keep the dreadful machine and if he wanted to see her again, they would walk. .

Patricia kept her head down for a while as the wind was hurting her eyes, but when she looked up she wondered where on earth she was. They were already out of the town where she lived and had even left the outskirts. When her eyes focused properly she realized they were speeding down a winding lane with high hedges on either side.

Why?

She had told him where she lived and he said that he knew the area. She pulled hard at his jacket to get his attention, but he just ignored her. All she could still think about at this time was her parent's curfew, she was going to be late home. They would go crazy. It didn't take long for Patricia to feel sheer panic grip her chest; she started to shake, she was scared. She then knew it was no mistake the ride into the countryside, her friends were right and she was wrong - stupid and wrong - she had made a big mistake.

She knew without a doubt that if she jumped off the bike she would be killed; Paul was driving like a madman, flying along the road at an insane speed, oblivious to her cries of fear.

Then, before she had any more time to panic, the bike slowed down fractionally as Paul pulled off the road and onto a dirt track. With the wheels spinning and churning up dirt, he quickly picked up speed again and roared off in the direction of the wood ahead. Paul knew exactly where he was going, and even in her blind panic it was obvious to Patricia that no one could ride a bike this fast at night, and not know where they were headed. As they sped through the wood the overhanging branches clawed at them and some, like arms, almost pulled her off the bike, heightening her fear.

When they reached what seemed like the center of the wood he rode around in a circle showing off and laughing, as if in triumph - then braked fiercely, bringing the bike to a grinding halt outside an old building that looked like a barn. It was clearly visible in the moonlight that streamed through the trees, but was so isolated, that there wasn't even a track to it. It was night and she was alone with a madman, Patricia was terrified. Crazy insane thoughts kept going through her deranged mind - if he killed her, no one would know - no one would ever find her body. Inside her head Patricia was screaming out in panic, she knew she was in danger but she tried to keep calm, she felt it was her only chance.

Paul was talking to her but she wasn't listening, her mind was going crazy. She screamed at him to take her home, he laughed and told her not to be so silly. He lifted her off the bike and spun her around in his arms; then while still holding her, gently kissed her.

He stroked her hair while leading her to the barn, as if trying to calm down a frightened animal, telling her that all he wanted was to talk, to get know her better, as he had never been out with such a high-class girl before.

With his arm around her waist Paul pulled out a torch from his pocket as they entered the barn by a large old creaking door almost falling off its hinges. With its beam illuminating the interior he suggested they sit down on the bales of straw. Patricia was surprised at the cozy glow the small light gave the large barn, it didn't seem quite so foreboding now.

Paul stood up the torch against the bales and while kissing her gently, pulled her slowly down onto the straw. After a few moments his hands were touching her breasts. She strongly objected in no uncertain terms and tried to push him away but he ignored her and continued to fondle her nipples. Still objecting but not so strongly now, Patricia stopped resisting. She didn't feel in control and had to admit that she quite enjoyed the tingling sensation that traveled to the tips of her toes. Her heart was beating so loudly she was sure that he could hear it. Never before had she felt such an awareness of her body as he touched her. Between her legs she felt a wonderful, hot, wet sensation but she didn't really know why, only that it was wrong. She was shaking and feeling guilty about being here alone with Paul, she just wished it was over and he would take her home.

Why did he bring her all this way? Why was she so scared?

Then, while Paul was still kissing her and touching her breasts he took hold of one of her hands, and placed it on his leg. At first her mind didn't register what he had done. Her hand was not on his leg, but on something she had never seen in her whole life, but she knew what it was!

She managed to break free and screamed and screamed, shouting No! at the top of her voice. She hysterically demanded that he take her home. In his temper he grabbed her and threw her to the ground. Wrenching one arm up behind her back he told her to shut up and relax. Patricia was in such pain she couldn't move an inch as he then straddled her legs with his own. He forced her free hand to hold and stroke his hot, vibrating penis, telling her to be gentle. Patricia panicked and became hysterical, kicking and flailing about, begging him to stop. She was nearly sick as she fought for breathe, trying to scream louder, hoping someone would hear her - but she knew that no one would. The next thing she knew, he was making her hand go up and down on his penis while his other hand was probing and hurting her between her legs, his fingers delving deep into her private parts. Wrenching her hand free from his penis, she pulled his hair with all her strength and scratched him with her long nails, but it made no difference, Paul didn't even seem to notice.

He replaced her hand to do what he wanted, then all of a sudden, when she was beginning to think that she would die if he didn't stop soon, Paul's body came to a shuddering halt. With a loud cry he released her. In her fear Patricia found the strength to force him away from her body, but before she could escape from the barn Paul lunged towards her, grabbing at her yet again. Something in her mind snapped, she went crazy. She flew at him like a trapped and deranged animal, hitting and kicking in every direction, but he soon overpowered her, dragging her down to the floor, yet again

Patricia was cornered and she knew it; he was insane. He told her that he loved a girl with spirit, then he forced himself on top of her. She was immobilized, she couldn't move. The whole weight of his body was weighing her down; she could hardly breathe. For a moment she couldn't understand what he was doing, then it became abundantly clear as she screamed in excruciating pain. He had thrust his engorged penis inside her tiny fragile opening. Pain racked her body as he moved and grinded up and down on top of her, shouting loudly all the time: “ Patricia, I know you are loving my big hard prick. You are lucky I'm such a good fucker!“

She was on fire between her legs, she wanted to faint, she wanted to die. He rammed harder and harder causing pain, the like she never knew existed. When she thought she could endure it no longer, he let out a wild animal cry and collapsed on top of her. She was now broken and sobbing silently and shaking like a leaf as he rolled off her body in an almost unconscious state, but as he did so one of his hands reached out and grabbed her long hair. In a funny muffled voice he said, “How was that for a good fuck baby!“

Patricia was still trapped with her hair tightly wrapped around his hand. Still crying and screaming obscenities, she lashed out at him, kicking him with her legs. It seemed to wake him up and he slowly stirred.

Looking at her, he asked if she had enjoyed the good fucking he had given her. When she didn't answer he started to pull some of the straw out of her hair and said it was time to go as he had another girl to take home from the dance - once he had dropped her off!

When Paul released her, Patricia stood with great difficulty. She was in agony from her private parts and her body felt as if it had been trampled by a herd of Elephants. There was a painful burning sensation and she could feel something running down her legs. Paul had already started the engine and had the lights of the motorbike turned on by the time Patricia got outside the barn - he was impatient - he was ready to go.

She walked over to the bike and with her back to Paul, lifted her skirt to see what state she was in. Patricia wasn't prepared for what she saw. In the powerful lights that seemed to illuminate the whole wood, she could see blood. Her legs were covered with it, and there was some other liquid mixed with the blood oozing from her private parts. Patricia expected Paul to show concern when she told him she was bleeding, as by now she was crying and telling him how much he had hurt her, but all he said was:“ Shit, not many virgins enjoy a good fucking like you did Patricia.“ When she shouted her protest, he acted as if he hadn't heard her, revving up the engine.

But one thing did get his attention; when she screamed that he had raped an under-age girl. He knew she was under-age, she had told him at the dance, he knew that she was only fifteen. Everyone knew it was illegal to have sex with a minor, it was a major criminal offense, as well he knew. Patricia threatened to tell her parents and the police that he had raped her, knowing full well how old she was. Paul's cocky answer to this was:“ Just try it baby and I shall say that I had fucked you many times before. You loved it so much that you just begged for it. See who everyone believes, you or me?“

She then felt physically sick, as in the few seconds that it took for the words to register in her brain, she knew he had won; she could never take the chance.

Her parents may not believe her, they rarely believed anything she said, so why would they start now, especially as she had gone to the dance against their wishes. God she had even forgotten the dance - she was so late they would never let her out again, but would she ever want to, she doubted it.

With the noise deafening as Paul continued to rev up the engine he shouted at her to bloody hurry up.

Ignoring him, she tried the best she could to clean herself, but the only means available were a handkerchief and spit. Thank goodness her skirt was long and mainly black so at least the blood wouldn't show. Her stomach was hurting, in fact her whole body was hurting every time she took a breath, but thank goodness there would be no visible signs of any bruising as her top, although sleeveless, came high up the neck. Pulling more straw from her hair, and wiping her eyes and nose on the back of her hand, fear left her and anger took its place. It came welling up inside Patricia so powerfully that it frightened her. As she looked over at the cocky figure of Paul sitting on his status symbol combing his hair, she felt that she could kill him. She wondered as she watched him preening himself, getting ready to go to his next conquest, how many other girls he had degraded like her, and how many more were at risk.

Without a word she climbed unaided onto the bike and they rode into the night. There was silence between them, not another word was spoken.

He stopped just around the corner from her home, again coming to a screeching halt, stopping just long enough for her to almost fall off the bike.

Making the male chauvinistic statement like the perfect gentleman he was not!

Then, without even a backward glance to this young girl he had sexually deflowered, he roared off into the night.

 

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Holding her arms around her aching body Patricia stood in the dark for a few moments getting her thoughts and mind back together, and vowing that one day she would get even, and play men at their own game!

She shook her head in a state of disbelief that the past hours events could have ever taken place, but her body told her they had. The pain she still felt at every movement told her that this had been no figment of her imagination.

Patricia walked towards her home, knowing that she was extremely late and dreading the confrontation with her parents. She was scared, but she almost hoped that they would be angry enough to get the truth out of her, she wanted their sympathy, she wanted their help!

Even Patricia was unprepared for her parents reaction, the very least she was expecting was her fathers belt on her; although this punishment had stopped since she had grown older, tonight she would have almost welcomed it. Even abuse would have shown her that they cared enough to punish her. Patricia's mind was going crazy, how could she even think such a stupid thing. Would she ever be able to carry on as if nothing had happened, was she going insane?

Patricia was Fifteen years and four months old.

 

 

 

Chapter 34