4 – London

When the gang got home they spread out, some going to their own place to sit and rest, some looked to see if there was any food, while the majority sat in the main room and started to drink from the odd collection of home made and cheap beverages that you come across in the slum.
Charlie walked over to the kids that where holding Celia. “Give her to me,” he reached around from behind her, clamping her mouth closed and pinning her head against him with his right arm Then he grabbed both her wrists with his left. The other kids let her go as he took hold of her.
“Now I’ve got you, bitch,” he whispered into her ear. Then he spoke aloud to the rest of the gang, “I’m taking her into my room for a while and nobody had better not disturb me while I’m there.”
Some of the gang looked away, some nodded their heads in acceptance of his order and there was a general murmur of assent.
He hustled her up a flight of stairs, into a grotty bedroom and threw her onto a mattress on the floor. He closed the door, shutting out most of the light and slid a bolt across to lock it. He turned to Celia, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and leered at her.
Celia lay still on the mattress, looking up at him.
“Take your shoes off, dear,” he hissed, trying to speak softly.
Celia sat up and undid her shoelaces, letting the runners drop to the floor.
“Now take off the jacket, please,” he had heard somewhere that you should be polite to women, as it makes them more agreeable to you.
Celia unzipped Sam’s battered leather jacket that she had been wearing for the last few weeks. Stiffly she pulled her right arm out and pulled it off her left. She let it fall half on the mattress and half on the dirty floor.
“And the T-shirt as well,” his voice was getting hoarser.
Celia took hold of the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it up over her head, then pulled it off her arms and let it drop on top of the jacket. Her nipples stiffened in the cold air.
He stepped closer in the gloom to see better, “Now your stockings.”
Celia reached down and pulled off her right stocking and let it drop on top of her runners. Then she slowly pulled off her left stocking and let it drop on top of the other.
“And your jeans,” he squatted down in front of her, his knees spread wide.
Celia undid her jeans, lifted her bottom off the mattress and pushed them down around her thighs. Then pulled first her right leg and then her left out. She let them drop onto her shoes and stockings.
“And your panties,” he hissed.
Celia lifted her bottom up again and pulled her panties down around her thighs, then lifting both feet together pulled them off her legs and let them drop onto the leather jacket. She brought her knees up under her chin and wrapped her arms around them.
Charlie knelt coming that bit closer to her. “Please,” he said, his mouth getting dry. He took hold of her arms, pulled them apart and let them drop to her sides. He reached down and pulled her feet and then her knees apart. He ran his hands down the inside of her thighs, forcing her legs further apart. “Oh, yes,” he whispered his mouth very dry now. He pushed two fingers of his right hand into Celia’s vagina.
She gasped, pushed herself back on the mattress and tried to close her legs. He came closer pulling her legs to each side of his body as he leant over her. She grabbed his right arm with both of her hands and tried to pull it away, but couldn’t move it. He grabbed both of her wrists and pined her arms to the wall above her head. He stuck his fingers into her vagina again and continued his rough massage as she struggled to free herself without any success.
Then Celia decided to submit to the inevitable and went limp under his grip. He let her arms drop to her sides, grabbed both her breasts and started to pull and push them. Celia was pushed back and forward against the wall as he did this and let out a low moan. He leant down and pulled her left breast into his mouth. He sucked for a moment and then she jumped as he bit deep enough to draw blood. He looked up smiling, then grabbed hold of her hair and forced her head against the wall while clamping his mouth over hers and pushing his tongue into her mouth.
She got her first taste of her own blood as he probed her mouth and then he bit the tip of her tongue. He leant back and smiled at her, a trickle of her blood on his lip. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. He opened his jeans and took out his penis, stiff and hard. He took her left hand and put it around his it. Slowly he pushed her hand back and forward, pulling his foreskin up and down. “Do you like that?” he hissed. But Celia could just stare open mouthed at it.
He started to half trust with his hips in time to the strokes and grabbed her head with his hands. She stopped when he took his hand away. But he said, “No keep going.” And she started to stroke it again. He pulled her head to him and stuck his tongue into her mouth again. He moaned as he slobbered over her. Then he pulled her away from the wall and fell on top of her on the mattress. He pushed his penis into her and rammed heavy, vulgar thrusts into her for a few moments.
He tensed, pushed himself up and jerked three or four times. Then he smiled and sighed.
“What do you say to that, girl?” Charlie lowered his face down close to her face so she had to breath in his foul breath.
She turned her head away. “My name is Celia,” she whispered.
Sam next came to the Fourth street fire two weeks later. He nodded to the fire keeper, placed his bundle of burnable rubbish on top of the pile and went to his normal seat. A serving girl came and handed him his free cup of fire water. He nodded to her, said “Thanks.” and took a sip.
She moved away and he sat with his head bowed, alone for a few moments.
But his solitude did not last for long. Paul spotted him sitting alone and came over to talk.
“Hi, how are you doing,” Paul sat down beside him.
“O.K.,” muttered Sam.
“All alone tonight I see,” Paul paused, then continued when Sam remained silent. “Where’s your girlfriend then?”
“She’s gone away,” Sam drank more fire water.
“Oh,” said Paul. Then slapped Sam on the back, “Well never mind. There are plenty more fish in the sea! What?”

Chapter 5 – Orbiting