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I look up at the three men standing above me, frozen momentarily. One of them leans over me and tugs at the front of my dress and I start to scream. He slaps me and grabs my face in his heavy, sweaty hand and pushes me to the floor. As I try to get to my knees I feel his hands and he throws me down and then he sits on my chest, pinning my arms to the floor with his knees. I feel a second man pulling at my wrists and then what must be the fibres of rope scratching at my arms, tightening, pulling my hands together. I kick hard and start to rock back and forth screaming out again, spit flying from my mouth. Then there is another set of hands on my legs, my calves, my thighs, and I squeeze my knees tight together and fold my legs but his fingers come higher and start to…
Short Story: Horses For Courses
I look up at the three men standing above me, frozen momentarily. One of them leans over me and tugs at the front of my dress and I start to scream. He slaps me and grabs my face in his heavy, sweaty hand and pushes me to the floor. As I try to get to my knees I feel his hands and he throws me down and then he sits on my chest, pinning my arms to the floor with his knees. I feel a second man pulling at my wrists and then what must be the fibres of rope scratching at my arms, tightening, pulling my hands together. I kick hard and start to rock back and forth screaming out again, spit flying from my mouth. Then there is another set of hands on my legs, my calves, my thighs, and I squeeze my knees tight together and fold my legs but his fingers come higher and start to scratch at my knickers. My screams are finally muted as the man sitting on my chest forces a rag into my mouth and pulls again at my dress – this time tearing it down the middle. He pulls at my bra and I feel it twang the skin on my back as he snaps it straight off. I am blinded by the tears that fill my eyes as I try for one last time to curl myself up in a ball and stop these men from taking what they want.
Cut to interior. Bright lights and loud noise. The camera frames me in medium shot, soft focus. I am on the stage with two other girls. All three of us are pigtailed and made up in shades of soft pinks and light brown foundation. Cut to my point of view looking out at the crowd and Mum waving and cheering for me, and to a close up of my nervous lip stick lashed red lips pouting. We cut to a shot of the judges waving score cards. We cut to a close up of the tears rolling down my face and then a long shot of the stage and me storming off at the side.
I just about make out their voices beneath the ringing in my ears and then feel a set of damp hands on my legs again and down to my feet and then there is somebody on top of me and I feel him wriggle between my legs and start pressing himself into me. There is another tug and my legs are held wide open and I feel his cock enter me and his hips grinding into my pelvis, his hands grabbing my breasts as he continues to thump himself into me.
Cut to exterior. A wet London street. A close up of my hand in my mother’s and then of my feet trying to keep up with her hurried steps. A long shot from the back follows us down the street. She is pulling me along and my pretty dress is dirty and torn at the back. All of a sudden we stop and she bends down until we are eye to eye and she is shouting something at me and I turn and run across the road. She shakes her head and walks off in the other direction.
He must have come because he stops thrusting himself into my body. I am still crying but manage to open my eyes and try to kick him off. He slides out and off me and I am trying to get up, trying to grab something to lift myself with my tied hands. Then the second man drops his trousers and slides in between my legs. I try to rock onto my side and notice another man with a camera and perhaps another man as well but then I am pinned back down. I try banging my head against the floor but someone from somewhere grabs my hair and keeps my head still. I feel the second man force himself inside me and begin bumping himself against me hard and fast, his hands crawl beneath my arse, his mails digging into my flesh. He drops his head into my chest and bites my nipples as I continue to scream from beneath the dirty rag gagging me and try to wriggle along the cold hard ground. My legs are opened up more and held aloft as the rape continues until I feel him jerk and come inside me.
We dissolve into a bright blue morning and into a long shot of the old school grounds. We cut to a close up of me coming out of the bus-stop shelter, a soft curl of smoke at my shoulder. Long blonde hair. Tight shirt, small rounded breasts. Long brown legs. Size zero waist. I am gazing at the other kids around me, noticing how tired and drab and grey they all look compared to my glow. The smell of Danny Bladen still on my hands, the feel of his soft lips on my cheek. Gareth Thompson enters the shot from over the hill and I walk towards him and cut him off. The camera tracks us as we make our way to our secret little place at the side of the farm. Gareth takes his bag from off his shoulder and pulls out two pieces of homework which he hands to me. I take them, put them in my Dolce bag and begin to slowly unbutton my blouse and reveal my right breast. A close up of the boy’s face reveals a bead of sweat on his forehead and he gulps. His shaking hand reaches out and takes my breast as I begin to count. Cut to an extreme close up of his closed eyes and as I reach ten we cut to a medium shot of me pulling back and buttoning my blouse back up. I wink and turn and we fade to black.
Everything stops for a moment and I feel the sick drool run from his mouth onto my belly. He pulls out quickly and my legs are dropped to the floor. I pull them into my chest, wailing, biting so hard on the rag that I feel my teeth may shatter at any minute. There is nothing else for maybe a minute – just my tears and the ringing in my ears. As I dare myself to open my eyes to the light I feel them fucking hands on me again and I am rolled onto my stomach, my face pressed against the floor, and another man forces himself onto me and opens me up with his hands and sticks himself in me. He starts fucking me fast with his filthy hands on my hips and comes almost straight away and his dick softens instantly and slides out of me and he climbs off.
We cut to Interior. Classroom. As the school bell rings out and the school kids leave the classroom we cut to a greasy hippoesque bespectacled teacher who is grunting out my name. We cut to me sliding back in my chair folding my arms in my peach Jane Norman cardigan. A medium shot of Her following the last pupil from the class and then slamming the door and returning to her desk laying those fat paws of hers out in front of her and wobbling that oversized head. She thinks we need a chat. We cut to a close up of that thick black moustache above her thin dry lips and her mouth opens to reveal something resembling something I could have made in woodwork earlier that day.
“Your attitude just won’t cut it, girl.”
We cut to me standing.
“Well Miss, (I emphasise Miss) I don’t really care what you think about my attitude. How can I take something like you seriously – what can you honestly teach me about life Miss? I mean look at you – you are hardly a success – hardly an advert for what any one would aspire to be. I mean I don’t even know whether you are even a woman Miss!”
We cut to Her face, soft focus, mouth wide open, tear in her eye.
Cut back to me, sharp focus, strutting my way to the door.
“ I tell you something Miss – I’m going to be more successful than you could even begin to imagine, and when I do make it big I’m going to buy this school and burn it down and if you get a job in another school I’m going to buy that one as well and burn that down. And when you’re all alone in some refuge for ugly overweight women I’ll come and wave hello from the window of my pink limousine.”
The camera pans into the corridor as I throw my bag over my shoulder and walking towards the entrance of the school, I fling open the doors and disappear from shot and we fade to black.
I curl up on the freezing floor in the corner of this darkening room holding my torn dress over my naked body. I have stopped crying and run my fingers over the soft bruising on my thighs. I hear the pounding of footsteps, getting nearer. I draw myself further to the wall, squeezing my arms into my chest. The door swings open and I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I eventually look up and see a man I don’t recognize and he is placing a jug of water and what looks like a sandwich on a plate by the far wall. He pours some water into a cup and offers it to me. I do not move and he eventually places it at my feet and turns to leave but stops at the door and looks back at me and tells me to try to eat something.
As the door slams shut I shout after him that this is a mistake and I want to leave but all I can hear are his footsteps disappearing.
It is black. Music plays and we can hear a man's voice insisting that I don’t need school anyway, that I’m far too talented for all that crap.
“ You just need to get to sixteen sweetheart.”
We fade in to a close up of the rear view mirror of a car in which we see the man’s eyes as he continues to talk.
“ Listen Darling. The world is your oyster and no set of qualifications or exam results will have any bearing on the outcome of your life. There’s not a soul in our game that has an O level but were all living the dream. Look at my motor. You’d never see anything like this parked in a fucking teacher’s drive now would you.”
We cut to side on from passenger seat POV and up comes my head into shot, my hair tied back.
“ I’ll show that bitch. I’ll show them all what I’m capable of. What I can be.”
And I go back down from shot to bury my mouth around Tony’s small dick.
“ Three weeks darling, three weeks.”
We cut to the street and see Tony swerving his silver BMW around a roundabout and off down the road.
I shuffle to my feet and dress myself the best I can with my torn dress. I fetch my knickers from the middle of the room and climb into them with my aching legs and then begin to drink the water that has been left. I sit on the wooden bed at the other side of the room and wonder what the fuck I have done. I wonder how much longer it will be until they return and what they have planned for me next.
The camera in soft focus, medium shot, frames me and Sylvia sat up on a thick tiger rug in an apartment somewhere. There are maybe twelve men surrounding us waving cameras, there are special lights and a boom dangling above us. A fat man in a thin tight t-shirt cries out action and I place my head between Sylvia’s legs and begin to lick her thighs. Her legs stiffen around my shoulders as I begin to press my tongue into her. There are the flashes of cameras and we zoom in and out of both of our bodies and in to an extreme close up of my tongue between her. All of a sudden there are a set of hands on my waist and then a finger poked into my arse. I spin around and shout who the fuck….. But the men are all laughing and cheering and the cameras still flash. The fat director shouts CUT! I jump to my feet and pick up the pile of clothes and hold them to my body and tell them to all go fuck themselves.
The door opens and a man enters, he places a syringe on the wooden table by the toilet and leaves. I wait until his footsteps cannot be heard anymore and rush over, finding a vein in my arm and injecting the contents of the syringe. I feel it rise and bubble all over me and race through my body; feel it pulse; throb; feel ok for a moment and lie back on the floor looking up at the ceiling and don’t believe I even hear the door open.
We cut to exterior. The camera pans down the street. It is blanketed white with snow, a soft mist hangs in the air and Christmas lights twinkle in shop windows. We come to stop at a coffee shop where I am sitting with Raymond. Raymond has hold of both of my hands and appears to be consoling me. He is telling me that the company have to let me go – that I’m not quite what they were looking for.
A man is lifting me up and places me on a table. I look down at my body as my dress is removed and the man at my feet opens my legs and starts working his fingers into my pussy and then into my arse. I close my eyes and rest my head on my shoulder. I feel his tongue around my waist and my belly and up to my breasts and then he is inside me. There are a second set of hands that pull open my mouth and he forces his dick into my throat, I fold my lips over my teeth and let him fuck my face. The two men swap over and continue with my body until they are about to finish at which time I watch them masturbate until they each come onto my face.
Cut to Interior; Coffee shop. I am shouting across the coffee shop in close up that I will have surgery. I’ll have my tits done and liposuction. I am screaming that I will do anything. I am crying for Raymond not to leave me here, that there must be something he can do.
I feel something being pushed inside me and look down to see another man inserting a bat or a stick in to me whilst another man films the entire proceedings. It goes deeper and deeper and feels like it is going to cut me in two and then I feel something else inserted into my arse and can feel it against the wall of my stomach or perhaps it is my back and the heroin feels like it is starting to wear off and at any minute the pain will begin to increase until it is unbearable and the pain is starting to come in waves as the numbness fades and I can feel something scratching at my belly and look down to make out what I think is a dog between my legs but it doesn’t last for long and I think I hear barking as I close my eyes and roll onto my side and pull my knees up into my belly and start to cry.
The camera frames the exiting class and then zooms in on the back of Mr. Rowland as he places a set of books into a cupboard upon a shelf. His dark hair; his broad shoulders; his biceps squeezed by his tight shirt sleeves. I follow him into the small cupboard and close the door. We cut to the interior of the small dark room and to Mr. Rowland spinning around.
“ Oh sir,” I grab his hand and put it against my breast but he pulls it away.
“ Get out,” he mouths but makes no sound.
I do not move.
He pushes past me and sends me tumbling to the floor as the door flies open catching the side of my face. He bends over and says that he is sorry and offers me his hand. I put my hand to my head and then there is a close up of the blood on my fingers.
We cut to Interior. My flat. I enter the room in a white towel, hair still wet; looking good for thirty-four no matter what that cunt Colin says. He is sitting on the sofa swirling brandy in a fat glass. I drop the towel and demand to know what is wrong with me. I tell him to come fuck me but the cunt just shakes his head. I pick up the towel and wrap myself up in it and then fling wine into a glass. I sit next to him and he grabs my arm and holds the marks on my wrist to my face and tells me that that is what is wrong.
“ Who the fuck wants to wank over that?”
I pull myself free and stand and throw my glass at him but it misses and shatters on the wall spraying red wine over the curtains. I tell him I’ll get clean, but he says it too late. I fall between his legs and put my hands on his thighs and beg him for another chance but he just laughs at me and stands up and leaves. I run at the cabinet and pull it from the wall and throw the vase at the window and collapse in a ball in the middle of the room wailing.
I am banging on the door screaming that I want this to end; that I have had enough. I fall onto my bottom with my back against the door and put my head in my hands. I go back to my wooden bed and lie still, begin to plan my way out of this mess; thinking of how I could use the next needle that they bring me to cut my wrists or how I could push it into my throat. I keep hearing myself asking how did this happen, but I have no answer.
Cut to Interior. My bedroom. I am lying on my bed going with the newspaper spread out before me, just trying to take it all in. I hear the front door swing open and grab the paper and run downstairs to meet Mum. The camera frames us in soft focus as Mum says,
I am clutching the paper behind my back telling Mum that I have something to show her. I tell her to close her eyes which she does. I open the newspaper to page three and fold back the second page and hold it up and tell her to open her eyes.
Cut to a close up of Mum’s face in a half-hearted smile as she turns her eyes quickly away from my first ever picture.
“I thought you’d be pleased Mum!”
She tells me that she is and gives me a hug but I know that something isn’t quite right.
“ Living the dream now Mum!”
As she walks through the hall and into the kitchen I can only guess that perhaps she is jealous because I have actually made it. The Camera frames me in close up examining the detail in the picture, how fantastic my breasts look.
I have no conception of time. It could be day or night, how would I know? I don’t even know how long it has been since they last came through that door. I am shivering but can’t work out whether I am hot or cold or beginning to feel the symptoms from the withdrawal of the heroin. All these memories that flicker through my head are hurting. I guess I have tried to block so many of them out and don’t even know if they are real or they are how I told them at the time. All the lies that I cannot justify any more. What the fuck was I thinking? I just wanted to be somebody for fuck’s sake is there anything so wrong in that; in wanting a little more than working behind a fucking till at Tesco, married to some balding overweight drunk from one of the local factories. I had dreams.
We cut to Interior. Toilet cubicle in a trendy London club. Close up of a huge line of cocaine. My head lowers over the powder and I dig a twenty pound note into it and sniff it up in one go. I turn around and the camera rises, looking down on me and a young Robbie Williams. Robbie’s hand is up my skirt rubbing me through my knickers. We kiss and he turns me round and bends me over the toilet lifting my skirt up and pulling my knickers down so that they fall to my ankles. He undoes his jeans and sticks his dick in me and fucks me for about a minute until he comes. I pull my knickers up and we kiss before he leaves.
The door opens and I stand up and scream,
“ No more!”
” I want this to stop now!”
The three men just laugh and start setting up their filming equipment. I run over and kick the camera and as it falls two of the men grab me and lift me up and throw me down on the wooden bed. Another man enters and is over me, lowering himself onto me, he grabs my arm and holds it tight and then digs a needle into one of the thin blue veins running towards my hand. He begins to bite my ear and whispers that I need to relax. This time the kick from the heroin makes me feel dizzy and I roll onto my stomach wanting to vomit. I feel the first man open my legs and enter me – it is tight as I am so dry and sore now but he soon has his cock fully inserted into me and is banging away. A second man soon takes over, and then a third. The three of them continue to take turns until each one climaxes by sitting on my throat and coming onto my face. The filming ends and they all depart.
We cut to Interior. Miss Taylor’s office. I am sat next to Mum. Miss Taylor plants her overweight arse opposite us and tells me to begin. I look at the hair on her lip and wonder how anyone could consider fucking that. I explain how me and Mr. Rowland have been having an affair and how he wanted us to run away together; that it all began about a year ago and although we hadn’t had full sex I had pleasured him orally on a number of occasions – twice in school and once on the trip to Alton Towers. The incident earlier this week was a result of me telling him it was over – I had come to realize what we were doing was wrong and although we loved each other we could not continue with the affair. The camera is in close up of my face as I continue to explain that this is when he became very aggressive and grabbed my breasts and when I screamed he pushed me to the floor and cut my head open. There are tears rolling down my face making my dark mascara run lines across my brown cheeks. We jump cut to her fat creased face and she is saying that she doesn’t believe me and explains that unless I have any evidence of this so-called affair then we are unable to take the matter any further. We cut back to me and I am screaming that she can go fuck herself and I storm out of the office as Mum begins to explain that we will now take the matter up with the police.
Cut to exterior. Take That concert. The camera pans across the crowd of screaming girls stood waiting outside the arena for the band to arrive. We see a black limousine pull up and the boys start to climb from the gleaming car to louder screams and camera flashes. Gary waves and signs an autograph or two. We cut to a close up of me amongst the masses calling out Robbie’s name. We cut back to Robbie walking the red carpet pulling all kinds of stupid faces and totally ignoring me. We cut back to a close up of me screaming for Robbie, telling him it’s me. We cut back to Robbie who has caught sight of me, he laughs and walks on, the bastard.
I doubt that these bastards will ever let me go now. I can only hope that they kill me sooner rather than continue with this torture. I stand and examine the wreck of my body; fingering the cuts and bruises. I try to run my hands through my come-matted hair and begin to cry again.
Cut to Interior. Hotel room. It is my first ever pornographic film screening. I have a cock in each of my hands and I masturbate them gently, lowering my mouth over each of them and letting my tongue work around their tips. The room is full of men with cameras and lighting and I am finding it difficult to concentrate with all the flashing and orders being thrown at me. I try to do as I am told but it is never enough and I don’t quite seem able to get into some of the positions they want me to. We have to keep cutting and the director takes me to one side and tells me that it’s not working. I beg him for one last chance and he calls everyone back to the screening and barks out ‘Action!’. The two men position themselves under and behind me so that they can both be inside me at the same time. You can see the pain it is causing me on my face as the camera cuts in close up and all I can hear are the groans and heavy breathing of these two men as they fuck me hard until they both withdraw their cocks and shove them into my mouth. I gag and choke and then drop my head and throw up all over the cream carpet. We see the men in the room packing up and close into a sharp image of my face, sick around my mouth and tears running down my cheeks.
I just wanted to be famous. And rich. To show all them fuckers that I wasn’t just a nobody like the rest. And while they were all doing essays or studying for exams I was out there making my future happen. I was working hard. Harder than the rest of them. The door opens. There is only one man this time and no equipment. He stands at the opposite side of the room and tells me that it is nearly time for me to leave. I scream at him to fuck off but he just laughs and says that my co-operation is appreciated. Two more men then enter carrying their equipment. The taller of the two men whose nail prints are still in my arse cheeks brings me over a needle which I inject immediately. I am taken through the hallway as the heroin begins to bubble up in my blood, sending me shifting slightly out of focus. They lead me through to what is a barn of some sort where they show me the horse that they would like me to fuck. The two men position me beneath it and tell me to get it hard and so I start rubbing its big dick in my hands until it stiffens. The cameras are rolling and my instructions are shouted out.
We cut to Interior. Airport lounge. Colin is waiting in medium long shot, seated with his arm lent over the blue plastic chair at his side. I enter the shot. He tells me that my plane leaves in ten minutes and that I need to be quick and hands me the envelope. He says that the money has been deposited in my account ready for when I return. The last thing he says before I leave is;
“Are you sure that you want to do this?”
I tell him I’m a big girl and give him a kiss on the cheek.
I am grateful that the horse remains quite calm as I continue to pull its dick back and forth waiting for someone to tell me what they want of me next. A huge spotlight comes on and the men position the horse over a table and then help me lie beneath it. I obey the orders and take its dick and begin to push it inside me. The horse kicks a bit and rocks but the men all keep it steady and help it further inside me. I lay back and close my eyes beneath the bright glow of the lights and listen to the sound of the horse kicking and moving, the sound of its hooves whacking the floor and the feet of the men as they move with it. I feel as though I am about to pass out and the insane pain that is ripping right through my body becomes numb.
We cut to Exterior. A bus stop. Gayle Madigan in close up is shouting at me, telling me that I am lying bitch and a slag and a cow and nobody will ever believe I word I say again. I slap her face and she throws me to the ground and starts pulling at my hair. I bite into her arm and she jumps to her feet and kicks me in the head and walks off. I get up from the ball I am in and start shouting after her that I’m going to show her. I’m going to show you all. You fucking losers!
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