Henry Morgan - The drivers

Melanie could only plead with her eyes, imploring him to release her before she was seriously burned.

"You know?" said Colin, composed and confident. "If you'd only have learnt your lesson the first time, none of this would have happened. Are you sorry?"

Melanie nodded her head furiously.

"Have you learnt your lesson now, at long last?"

Again she nodded in affirmation.

"And what about the name, are you willing to tell me his name now?"

Without hesitation she motioned her submission with further movements of her head. Colin stood behind her and ran a finger down the line of her bottom.

"How do I know you'll tell the truth?" He got down on his knees and opened the cheeks of Melanie's arse noting the wet line of sweat running down it. "You might say anything just to get me to release you?"

This time Melanie shook her head to assure him of her compliance.

Colin got to his feet and removed his trousers slowly. "I don't believe you Melanie. You always were a liar." He positioned himself behind her feeling the heat from her body as well as the rapidly warming tank. Taking hold of his erect prick he lowered it down to her anus and forced himself inside, crushing her against the hot copper tank where the heat forced her to push back. The effect sent him deeper up her darkest hole, delivering him into raptures of sexual delight.

"Hot isn't it?" he sneered, pumping at her snatching ring piece. "I like them sweating and squirming."

The heat now was almost unbearable and Colin savoured the feel of a woman struggling back onto him, impaling herself ever deeper on his engorged cock. Almost on the verge of coming, yet never losing control of his senses, he finally undid the suspender belt gag and pulled the knickers out of Melanie's mouth.

"Talk!" he snarled, his hips still pounding at her backside.

"His name is Peter Warburton," screamed Melanie. "He's the husband of Susan Warburton, one of the girls Lincoln has been using in his cab."

Colin increased the speed and power of his strokes at the memory of the fucks he and his brother had taken on the man's wife, the things they'd done to her back at the depot. "Tough shit on him," he snarled and spewed his spunk up Melanie's arsehole.

Melanie surveyed the damage to her apartment.

Everything was in tatters, her clothes were in shreds and scattered about the room. The furniture had been smashed and doors hung precariously from bent hinges. Her only sensation was numbness, her mind existing in a void of consciousness.

She was awake yet unaware, blind to the colours around her, deaf to any sounds. She had escaped this nightmare once, but the nightmare was back, more terrifying than before. The demons had been watching her all this time. They had been learning new tortures, new torments, saving them up for the day they returned.

In the corner lay the severed head of Barnie, her childhood teddy. His disembowelled body hung absurdly from the corner of the cracked dressing table mirror, a shard of glass running through his middle. Barnie had been her lifelong confessor, the only male thing that had never treated her badly, and the only remaining link to childhood innocence. Now he was gone too. She felt truly alone and abandoned by everyone.

With a deep sigh of resignation she turned towards Colin.

"What now?"

He pulled her up by the rope still wrapped around her wrists and stood her to attention.

"For a start," he said, removing her earrings, rings and ankle chain. "We can get rid of this shit. Women need to be naked and that's how I keep them." He stood directly in front of her and weighed her heavy tits in his hands. "I'll tell you what though," he added, "you ain't half kept a good body for a cock sucking bum fucked whore. I expected you to have tits round your waist and an arse sagging past your knees." He looked at the dark saddle of hair where she hadn't bleached it for a while. "You still look like a fucking tart, but at least you're in good shape."

He set off for the door, pulling Melanie behind him.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," he answered. "Then I'm going to do what we should have done ten years ago."

He dragged her down the stairs and out of the flat to his car, which was parked near the door. Opening the boot he told the naked woman to get in. She did as she was told and he slammed the boot shut, blocking out the faint morning light that was just appearing with the dawn.

If she'd fought for a few seconds she might have been rescued by the milkman out on his rounds. He came around the corner just as Colin was locking her in.

"Morning," he said, cheerily. "It's a cold one, eh?"

"Isn't it just," replied Colin with a smile. "Only us daft buggers stupid enough to be out in it."

The milkman left the usual pint on Melanie's doorstep and went on his way, whistling the theme tune from The Dambusters, as he went.

The sudden realisation that the engine had stopped woke Melanie from her sleep. She had tried to stay awake but had finally succumbed through sheer exhaustion. Now she had no chance of gauging how long they'd been travelling. She felt the car shake as the driver alighted and heard the key slide in the lock.

As the lid began to open she squinted her eyes, preparing herself for the shock of the sunlight. There was none. The car was in some sort of warehouse type building, with a very high roof supporting light bulbs at the end of long cables. Only a couple of them were lit, creating shadows that failed to illuminate the corner recesses.

She studied as much as she could before Colin pulled her into a lean-to office alongside one wall. Inside she only had to see an invoice for Felix Ferry to realise she was in the lorry depot. Colin saw that she'd spotted the letter heading and laughed.

"It won't do you any good, bitch. There's no way you're going to escape again."

He dragged her over to what looked like a huge meat refrigerator and pulled back the lever before flicking on a switch. The door opened slowly with a long ominous groan and a dull orange glow emanated from inside. When the doorway was finally free he marched Melanie quickly to one corner of the room and threaded the rope through the eye of a hook attached to a bar in the ceiling.

Facing into the corner, she allowed her hands to be pulled upwards then felt a strip of leather cross her face forcing its way between her teeth.

As he tightened the gag Colin's efforts pulled back her head and Melanie became aware that she wasn't alone. In two of the other corners she saw a naked woman suspended up by her wrists and gagged as she was. Neither of them moved. Their heads fell limp between their arms, missing the wall only by an inch or two. If they weren't asleep, they could only be dead.

When he finished tying the gag Colin left the room, closing the door. Melanie twisted her head despite the pain and tried to make contact with the others. At least they could see each other if they made the effort. Outside the box, Colin checked the door was locked securely then flicked the switch, turning off the orange light and plunging the women inside into total, complete, soundproof darkness.

When Peter entered The Forge, Dan was on his way to the bar with an empty glass.

"Just in time," he said, seeing Peter come in and look around. "What do you want?"

"Lager, please. Whatever they've got."

Peter went over to help carry the drinks but Dan motioned for him to sit down and he'd bring them across.

"By the window. Do you want anything to eat? Nuts or something?"

"Nothing thanks, I've already eaten."

It was a testing time for Peter. Obviously Dan believed that he was a Driver and if he was going to get any closer to Susan he was going to have to go along with that and behave like one of them.