LADIES' LODGE:
A STORY OF SEVERAL NUDE LADIES
by Harry
The girls were glad to wake up to a bright, cold morning after the unpleasant scene they had witnessed last night. They rose and stretched themselves savouring the fresh cool wind as it blew across their bodies and cleaned away the feeling of being soiled by what they had witnessed. To get the circulation going, they wrestled in a friendly but energetic manner for twenty minutes or so, gaining a couple of falls apiece. Finally Jessica sat on her friend's stomach and smiled down at her - both girls were pink all over and a sheen of perspiration covered them from head to toe.
"Time to make a move. I reckon we should be at the cottage in an hour," said Gwendoline.
"No, sweetie, you're staying where you are for a bit!" laughed Jessica as she felt her friend deliciously writhing beneath her in her attempt to get free.
"Don't be a rotter, Jess. I give in - OK?"
"You'll give in when I tell you to..."
And so the struggle resumed until Gwen was sitting on top of a laughing Jessica. She bent down and kisssed her, moving off her stomach and lying next to her, her arms around her darling friend and her hands resting lovingly on her buttocks.
"Maybe we don't have to go just yet."
Finally the two gentle antagonists reluctantly contrived untangle and tear themselves away from each other, making tracks for the cottage and a much delayed breakfast.
They had to wait for an hour hiding behind some bushes, while a pair of engineers did some work on the telephone lines in the road outside the cottage. They cursed as the men decided to have a tea break before leaving. It was cooler today and they were getting hungry. Finally the coast was clear and the pair let themselves into their refuge.
"Just our luck if the key had gone missing," said Jess.
After satisfying their hunger and thirst they made themselves comfortable on the sofa and resumed caressing each other.
"Gwen?"
"Jessie?"
"I love you, but you could do with a shower."
"Ugh! So could you! Smelly cow!"
"Hot or cold?"
"Silly question - what are you a woman or a wimp?"
And so they went up to the bathroom and gasped as the icy cold water cascaded over their bodies. They dried each other off by going into the garden and resuming their wrestling. Finally a triumphant Gwen rolled off her willingly defeated friend and they lay side by side in the anaemic October sunlight until the cold began to get to them and they went indoors.
It was by this time about two in the afternoon.
"Can't we go up to bed, Gwen?"
"At this time - you tired already?"
"Not tired - silly, just can't wait to get at you!"
"MMMM"
As an enraptured and exhausted couple were drifting off to sleep a few hours later, the front doorbell rang.
"Shit, Gwen - who the fuck can that be?"
"Who knows? We've a right to be here - and a perfect right to be undressed if we like in our own home. Let's go and see who it is."
With a little trepidation, Jessica opened the front door and there was Harriet, smiling all over her face to see her two friends again.
Her smile turned to a look of horror as she saw Jessica's bruised face and battered body and Gendoline's black eye.
"Bloody hell, you two - what the fuck's been going on since we last met?"
"Oh we had a fight with five yobbos a few day's after we left you and then took part in an illegal underground bare-knuckle prize fight - all such super fun!" laughed Jessica.
"Sounds it. Why are you so much more marked than Gwen? I always rated you a smidgeon better - not that we ever knew since you were always too fond of each other to put it to the test."
And so they brought Harry up to date on all their adventures. She listened open-mouthed.
"Golly I wish I could have been with you to see you fight all those people - you really upheld the honour of the old school. Good for you two! That General sounds a lovely old man - my Daddy's met him a few times. But that witch thing last night - that must have been scary."
They prepared a meal between the three of them and then relaxed in front of the TV.
"You two seem a lot more friendly together in the last few days! I'm not surprised - we all guessed it would come to that in the end. I'm so happy for you both - you look radiant somehow! I don't think I've ever seen such a happy couple - you're so bloody lucky!" And here Harriet brushed away a tear.
"What's up darling Harry?" asked Gwen going over and putting her arm around her shoulder.
"It's Bill. We had a row and he won't answer my calls and won't let me in to his house when I go over to see him. I'm so bloody lonely and miserable! Can't I come along with you two? I could be a help - I'm not bound by the same rules."
"Oh, yes you would be," said Gwen and Jessie together.
Gwen continued, "You'd be more than welcome, but it's absolute barefoot nudity and it's getting colder already. We're getting used to it, but you'd be thrown in at the deep end. We can telephone Harold and get him to have some clothes ready for you when we arrive. Think about it. Our feet are pretty well hardened by now, but the first days were very painful. You'd have to keep up with us; we've a daily schedule to maintain."
"You mean you'd really let me come - you're not kidding me on. You mean I can really truly join you?"
"Long as you don't mind our love-making, Harriet. I warn you it's getting pretty heavy - lots and lots of bodily fluids being exchanged and we love exploring each other. You won't have to sleep alone though - we'll all keep together at nights - lovely and cozy!"
"And we live off what we can find to eat or get offered to us along the way. No begging. It can get a bit tough and your stomach's going to rumble a lot."
Harriet removed her clothes and shivered a little in the unheated house. She was taller than the other two and her newly exposed breasts were fuller and more voluptuous, though with all the firmness of early youth. She looked at her feet and felt the soles, hardened by her preference for a shoeless condition - no worries there. Only the cold would be a worry.
"Golly, this is going to be different - but if you two can do it, so can I!"
"We're not sure we two can, actually - we'll see in November."
"Course we will. We're the Three Musketeers now. All for one and one for all!"
* * *
"Nasty rotten Harriet," sulked Jessica -" NICE Gwen!" and Harriet went to get the breakfast ready whilst the other two did lots of truly nice things together! Let us leave them to it. I do not encourage voyeurism.
As Harriet busied herself with preparing what might be their last proper breakfast for days, she wondered at her rashness in joining this pair. There was a wildness about them - as Mark had already delightedly discovered -and that probably meant that Harriet would have an epic struggle defending her honour. Was it such a great idea coming on this enterprise just out of desperation at the loss of Bill? It wasn't too late to back out.
"No - I've crossed the Rubicon. Never look myself in the face again, if I didn't go through with it. And they ARE nice looking girls. I was always very fond of them! Most popular pair in the school and I'm lucky to be joining them."
After Harriet had been introduced to the trauma of her first cold shower, the three repaired to the lawn.
"Why can't we use a towel to get dry?" asked a puzzled Harry.
"'Cause a towel is a form of covering - like in that internet story we were discussing with Bill the other day. That girl was given little mini towels to dry herself with, but as I said, this was in America and we are in England - so we get dry by doing lots of exercises."
"What exercises?" asked Harriet.
"Two-against-one wrestling of course, but we've got to catch you first."
And a squealing Harriet was chased around the garden by the other two until she was finally cornered and grappled to the ground. She was a strong girl, though, and not about to submit easily. She soon broke out of the hold and pinned Gwen to the ground for a short time until Jess got her arm around her chest and pulled her off, allowing Gwendoline to get hold of her legs and try to hold her down.
Harriet's free arm swung up and Gwen was given a mighty slap across the face which caused her to loosen her hold long enough to allow Harriet to break free.
"That's not in the rules," said Jessica. "You started the hitting and now we're going to finish it. Grab her shoulders Gwen."
Harriet was held in a full Nelson long enough for Jessica to punch her hard in the stomach, causing her to collapse in a gasping, breathless agony and the fight was over.
The three lay on the ground recovering.
"You certainly play it pretty rough, you two - I'll need to improve my style if I want to stay in one piece."
"No - we'll take turns to be the victim - that's only fair," said Jessica.
"You certainly put up a super show against us. How's the stomach feeling?" asked Gwendoline
"Fine, thanks Gwen," replied Harriet. "Let's us two start on Jessica now!!"
They finally left the cottage in the early evening, leaving it in the same neat and tidy condition as they had found it.
The original pair were pleasantly surprised at the ease with which Harriet was able to keep pace.
"I grew up in Africa, before my parents had to get out to escape Mugabe, and we kids all walked around barefoot there. We even went to school barefoot only wore shoes on Sunday to Church. I just carried on like that when I came to England. Never wore shoes in the hols, even in winter."
"What sort of things will you all do when you start your female Freemasonry thing?"
"Well we'll have to dress up at our meetings I suppose like the men and all stick together and help out when we're in a jam. Sort of exclusive sisterhood, helping women to succeed in a man's world."
"Not restricted to gay women?"
"NO!! said Gwendoline. "Not on your life! Gosh we don't even know what we'll be in a year from now - I can guess, mind you! And all the other girls who joined are most likely as straight as you are! Any way, you've already done enough to get admitted - so stop saying 'you' From now on it's 'we'; OK Harriet darling?"
"OK!!" And all three embraced, Gwen and Jessica thrilling to Harriet's softness and warmth and Harriet feeling a little nervous at the groping of her friends.
It was already dark and the trio were striding across an open hillside, Harriet's long legs were eating up the miles and the others were having a hard time keeping pace. The newcomer was surprised how easily she was coping with the cold night air. The temperature was dropping down to freezing and the cold just seemed to energise her and fill her with a 'joie de vivre' she had never experienced since camping under the stars in Africa as a child.
"Golly, girls, I'm glad I'm not missing out on this any more. You've no idea how this feels for me! I'm not too sure about my fighting skills, though. Ill let you do any fighting that comes along. I'll just cheer you both on!"
"There won't be any more violence. I can feel it in my bones," said Jessica, "from now on this is a journey of Peace and Love for all."
"I wonder", thought Gwen and Harriet to themselves, "hope it doesn't get too boring."
The terrain became too rough and uneven to make much more progress in the dark and the three started to feel around for a suitable place to spend what remained of the night. The best bet seemed as so often before to be under the shelter of a stone wall.
"You lie down first, Harry and we'll lie on top of you and keep you warm, since it's your first night out in the open."
"OK girls, but none of your randy little games, or I take my chances with the cold!"
"You can't stop us thinking all sorts of nice thoughts about you, though," giggled Gwendoline.
"She's lovely and soft, Gwen! Let's have her as our sweet little mattress for the rest of the journey. It's worth waking up with a frozen back every night!"
And so Harriet slept soundly under the body heat of her two companions and they were well satisfied to keep her warm even at the cost of not being totally so themselves. `After all,' thought Jessica, `we're used to it by now. We've got to look out for her. And she sure is lovely and soft - shame she won't let us kiss her, though!'
With this thought, Jessica fell asleep herself and was shortly followed by Gwendoline.
When they both awoke, their backs and sides were like ice, and only their chests and stomachs were warm. They rose to their feet and moved away to be alone together, embracing tenderly. When Harriet awoke a few moments later, the two were in a world of their own and she watched them smilingly. She could only feel happy for them in this innocent and passionate affection but she felt keenly for her own lost love.
"She looks SO nice doesn't she, Gwen," said Jessica as the three lay together on the bed in the cottage.
"Scrumptious. Love those nice big tits - Yummy!!"
"Let's give her a really, long, lovely wet kiss, Gwen - you take the mouth and I'll explore that lovely juicy pussy."
"Get off! Bloody madwomen - I'm not ready for this just yet, never will be I hope. Strictly heterosexual and don't you bloody forget it!"
* * *
Harriet had been a member of the group for three days and they had made reasonable progress along the upland route, crossing the M1 between Milton Keynes and Northampton. They had been quite certain, times without number, that they had been spotted in this most heavily populated region, and had been constantly obliged to take refuge in whatever cover they could find, travelling by night and resting by day - always with one on guard while the others slept.
A turn for the worse in the weather had severely reduced visibility and kept sensible people indoors. This had helped them remain unseen. Gwen and Jess were amazed how inured they had both become to rain and chill, after their weeks on the move, but poor Harriet was beginning to regret her decision to join them - not that she was backing out now! She was so very grateful that the other two were insistent on smothering her in their beautiful, soft warmth every night and she even came to tolerate their occasional amorous exploration of her private parts!
Having Harriet to look after and worry about seemed to bring Jessica and Gwen even more delightfully closer than ever. They had both been a little apprehensive at first that the newcomer might come between them, but these fears were soon forgotten in the pleasure of having someone else with whom to share all the pleasures and discomforts of the journey.
"It's nice to have a lovely redhead around as well as a lovely blonde and a plain brunette," said Gwendoline one morning as they washed themselves in a convenient brook.
"Who are you calling plain - you fucking cow?" cried Jessica. "Come on Harriet - someone needs a good long cold bath this morning."
And both girls sat on Gwendoline and kept her almost immersed in the cold water.
"You're very sorry, aren't you Gwen?" asked Jessica.
"Fuck off!"
"You didn't mean that did you, Gwen?"
"Get fucking lost - you PLAIN bitch"
"Like the cold so much, do we?"
"Piss off - you ARE plain and I'm beautiful!! So there!"
"Sorry?"
"Plain bitch!"
A few minutes later... "Let me up, PLEASE - I'm bloody freezing here."
"Say you're sorry first."
"Fuck off - you plain brunette bitch!"
Several more minutes later... "I'm not plain."
"Yes you bloody are - please let me up, Jessica! I'm fucking freezing here!"
"You stay here all day, if necessary - you're going to take it back and say sorry!"
"Shan't!"
"So you can fucking well carry on freezing for a while!"
Ten minutes later... "OK - so you're not plain-YOU'RE FUCKING UGLY!! - but I love you more than anyone else in the world!"
"That's OK, then," said a delighted Jessica. Get lost for a minute, Harry"
And Jessica lay on her back in the freezing cold stream next to her dear friend and they smiled longingly and lovingly at each other, their hands caressing each other's breasts and exploring their dear, hidden places, until the cold finally became too much for both of them and they rejoined Harriet on the river bank.
"Feeling alright, Gwen?"
"Course I am, darling Jessie - I love a nice lovely ice cold bath - you know that! - and you're so absolutely gorgeously beautiful, you really are - the most lovely darling beautifullest person in the whole wide world."
"You two are mad as hatters!" said Harriet. "But it's bloody good being with you! Can't this lovely time go on for ever?"
"You look SO nice dear darling Harry, now that your sweet little red bush is growing back", said Gwen, "Why did you ever have it removed?"
"Supposed to be fashionable - blame it on Rio!"
"What I say," Jess opined, "is that if men don't like good, honest to goodnes,hairy,REAL women, then fuck them! Who needs men anyway? WE don't need the dirty, smelly, untidy bastards, do we darling Gwen? Oh I do so love your lovely hairy armpits yum yum yum!!"
Harriet joined in the laughter at this, but inside she was not laughing. There was one man she needed, and she needed him more desperately with every passing day!
There were no fish to be had in such a fast flowing rivulet and the trio worked their way downstream until they came upon a still pool.
"Oh! Look girls! Lovely juicy trout - look at our breakfast swimming around!" cried Harriet. "Watch me, girls!"
"Two of us can tickle trout !!!"
"Calloo, callay. Oh, frabjous day!!"
They chortled in their joy.
They all passed this day so pleasantly that the need to be pressing on to their goal took second place to the sheer unadulterated joy of being together, enjoying being young and fit, and ready for all that life can offer.
"I think we've lost too much time over the last two days," said a serious Jessica. "We've got to try and do at least twenty miles today and for the next few days, or we'll be falling to far behind to catch up. We keep having to make detours to avoid all the cities and towns. I never realised just how hard it was going to be at the start."
And so it was that they set out across the hills and into the Fen country. They were between Sandy and Royston and becoming a little too confident for their own good when disaster struck!
* * *
"OK Ladies, I think we've got something to talk about, don't you?"
The three friends had been trying to cross an open flat stretch of country with very little in the way of cover. They knew it was a risky enterprise but it was late in the afternoon and the rain had been falling heavily all day. Only a few more yards and there was a river to swim across - cold but not too wide - and the other bank seemed a much more hopeful prospect - emptiness stretching away into the distance. Just this last few yards to negotiate, and then disaster!
Three men appeared from behind a hedge and one of them was carrying a shotgun!
"We're not doing any harm," said Jessica, "Just going for a swim in the river - no one else can see us, except you and you wouldn't have if you hadn't been spying. Come on girls, lets go!"
"Not so fast, my tough young friends! You think I won't use this?" pointing to his gun. "Just try me."
The girls paused - uncertain what to do. There was something creepy about this man. He looked dangerous and very nasty. His two friends were not prepossessing characters either. One was very old and grinning at the naked, dripping wet girls in a thoroughly sickening way. He gave a new depth of meaning to the expression, "Dirty Old Man".
The other man looked every bit as determined as the one with the gun. He had very little hair and one eye was almost closed. A scar covered the right side of his face and he looked as hard as nails - the victor in a thousand brawls, which had left their mark on him.
The man with the gun was the tallest of the three, grey haired and distinguished looking. He had the looks of a film star - sort of Stewart Grangerish. Handsome and distastefully smooth.
Harriet preferred the rugged type, although not as rugged as Scarface! The other two preferred each other!
"You seem to spend a lot of time undressed, you two - and now we have a third! How does she rate as a fighter?"
"I don't," said Harriet. "These are the dynamic duo."
Jessica recognised him now! He had been at the back of the crowd at the prizefighting and had left as soon as Jessica had despatched her last opponent. He had very pointedly not joined in the applause as she stood there bleeding, bruised and triumphant, her aching, weary arms raised - smiling despite the pain. He had obviously lost a lot of money and was NOT happy!
"I suggest we adjourn to my house, which has the advantage of being both warm and dry. I desire very much to improve our acquaintance - don't argue, ladies!"
And so the trio of apprehensive girls were escorted across the field, through a gate in a high wall and into the garden of a large house.
"This way, please."
They were led into some kind of windowless store room. In a corner was a small wire-mesh cage, which might be used for transporting some kind of animals - large dogs, or whatever.
"Get into the cage - you," said the man to Harriet.
"Fuck off - I'm not getting in there - let's go you two - he's only bluffing. He wouldn't dare!"
The man drew back the safety catch on the gun. "Don't try my patience - you little slut. Get into that cage - FAST!"
Harriet obeyed. This man was not fooling around and he had a terrifying air of ruthlessness. There was barely room for her to crouch down inside the cage, which the man closed and locked.
He motioned towards the other two and the cage was picked up and carried out. The remaining two were left, locked in the windowless room.
"I don't like this adventure, Gwen. Can't we skip it and go on to the next?"
('Fraid not - author)
Shortly after leaving them, the man with the gun returned and motioned the two anxious girls to come with him. He led them to a large, untidy room, which would have made a lovely lounge, given decent furniture and total makeover. As it was, it was a squalid mess.
"Don't sit down ladies," he said as he made himself comfortable on an old leather sofa - just about the only decent furniture in the whole room.
"I admired your performance the other night. I truly did. It was supremely wonderful! You girls possess skill in abundance. Better than that you have sheer raw courage, such as I have rarely seen before - if ever!"
"Thank you," said Gwendoline.
"Yes, thanks awfully," said Jessica.
Both girls had had politeness bred into them from their earliest years!
"Where is our friend?"
"She's fine - and she'll stay fine as long as you do what I ask of you - and you can all leave tomorrow together."
"What do you want us to do - fight a few more people I suppose? We're still pretty sore from the other night but that's fine - just let our friend out of that horrible cage. We give you our word, we'll fight any one you want us to, but PLEASE let her out!"
"Come with me, ladies"
He led them out into the garden and pointed up into a very tall tree. There was Harriet, still in the cage, which was suspended from the main branch and swaying slightly in the wind.
"She stays up there all night unless you do as I ask."
"What do you ask, you bastard?" screamed a desperate Jessica, distraught at the sight of poor Harriet.
"When I saw you in action against those old has-beens, I wondered how you would both do against a really worthy opponent - I mean - against each other!"
"Oh. No. Not that. Never. NEVER!" said Gwen.
Jessie concurred, "We NEVER fight each other. We never will - forget it!"
"It's going to be a very uncomfortable night for your friend up there. Maybe several uncomfortable nights. She comes down when your fight is over and not a second sooner. And you'd better make sure you don't pull any punches - I can tell these things. My friends and I want to see blood and hear lots of good hard punches and kicks"
"Get lost," said Gwen
"Yeah piss off," said Jessie.
The girls were led inside and poor Harriet was left to endure a night of misery.
In the morning they were led out and saw how terrible their poor friend looked after a night in the cold and wet. Blue with cold and shivering - she was also obviously suffering from the cramped conditions in the cage. The wire mesh was digging into her knees and legs.
"Oh Gwen, how could we be so selfish letting her suffer like that? Let's get it over with. I forgive you any harm you do me."
"And I you, dearest! We'll pay these bastards back twenty times what we're forced to do to each other and what they've done to poor old Harriet."
"Only twenty?" asked Jessie. "Let's make it fifty!"
"Done!"
They separated after a long kiss and turned to their captors.
"OK - you bastard. You win, but please free her before we start. PLEASE!"
"Don't do it you two. It'd kill you hurt each other. Don't even think about it" cried Harriet. "Don't worry about me! I'm fine up here - marvellous view!"
"She stays up there until one of you is the winner. The sooner you get started the better for her."
The girls embraced again - they were sick to their stomachs at what was to come and praying for a miracle.
"Don't hold back, Gwen - think of Harriet - try to imagine it's one of those bastards you're fighting. We'll give them a good show - plenty of action - lots of blood - loads of good thumping kicks and punches"
"Where do you want us to do it?" said Gwen to the ringleader.
"Right out here on the lawn - no hang on a minute... and he shouted into the house. Show's about to start, boys, bring out a large sheet"
The two others came out, the old man grinning as if Christmas had come early and the other looking meaner than ever.
They spread out the white sheet on the grass.
"Nice touch, this," said the man with the gun, "It'll show up the blood to perfection!"
Once more the two friends exchanged a brief kiss and hug.
"Keep watching out for that gun, Gwen. If we can get him excited enough - you never know - it might distract him - but I daresay we'll have to suffer first, my sweet. Hitting you will hurt so much, much more than being hit by you."
"Same here - good luck."
And so the two friends started to circle around each other, looking for the first opening and keeping an eye on the man with the gun at the same time.
Jessica struck the first blow, and left herself open to a counter kick to the side of the body right in the ribs. The sound of both blows could have been heard a mile away and the old man was beginning to salivate. His scar-faced friend was looking pretty happy, as well - and the man with the gun was starting to pay more attention to the fight than to his need to oversee the fighters.
Gwen caught Jessica in the stomach with a stupendous kick and followed this up with two punches to the face which drew blood in copious amounts.
"NOW, Gwen!"
And both girls dived at the shotgun, which the man had allowed to drop, pulling it away from him before he could recover his poise. He was soon lying on the ground with a very badly gashed head.
The other two onlookers took one look and started to flee.
The girls pursued them and caught them. The horrible old man soon joined his friend in unconsciousness and Gwendoline and Jessica turned their attention to the third. This tough looking gentleman turned out not to be so tough after all. Remembering their resolve to pay these people back fifty fold, they proceeded to exact payment in full on his person.
There was blood all over the white sheet, but very little belonged to the girls.
The key to the cage was in the ringleader's pocket and they soon got Harriet free.
"Let's get her inside the house, Gwen and find some rope to tie these bastards up."
After a very pleasant breakfast and a few cups of hot, sweet tea, Harriet was soon almost her normal self. Only the red lines on her knees gave any sign of her ordeal.
"Let's go and look at our friends in the garden."
The owner of the house was concscious again. Gwen and Jess proceeded to work him mercilessly over in a thorough fashion, regretting for once their lack of shoes. Finally they locked him in the cage, threw the key over the garden wall and left him suspended and naked as Harriet had been. He looked more dead than alive.
"Goodbye, Sir. Thanks for the hospitality - lovely breakfast! Have a nice day!!"
And so the three friends finally got to swim across the river and were soon lost to view. It was several hours before the other two could free themselves from their bonds and then they had to find the key to the cage. By the time Mr. Henderson (such was this gentleman's name) was let out he was extremely ill. Later that day he was admitted to hospital, suffering from pneumonia and hypothermia. Sadly, he made a full recovery.
Harriet assured both the other girls that she had never had such a comfortable night in her life, but that perhaps one such night was enough! She thanked them repeatedly for being willing to hurt each other to help her. She got quite tearful, not that it was too obvious in the rain.
Gwen and Jessica kept fussing over each other's cuts and bruises, frequently "kissing them better" and walked along with their arms around each others waists, with many long pauses to embrace and kiss.
They found one of the food stores around mid afternoon and ate every scrap. It had been a day to sharpen the appetite!
* * *
"What do you reckon's worse - the rain or the cold?" asked Gwendoline of the other two as they cowered inside a dilapidated shed. It was the night after the Adventure of the Three Perverts. Rain dripped steadily through the roof onto their shivering bodies.
"The rain," said Harriet. "Ye Gods, but did I have a bellyful of that last night! Couldn't even drink it because I couldn't raise my head. When it's cold and clear, at least it's dry - even frost would be preferable to that horrible non-stop soaking."
"Poor old Harry," said Jessica and Gwen together.
"Let's give her a lovely warm night tonight. It WAS our fault she was stuck out in the rain so long. We should have known we'd no choice and just got straight on with it," said Gwen.
"You'd be AMAZED the ways we have to keep you warm, Harriet! In fact you won't just be warm - you'll be positively HOT."
"Oh, shit! I'd sooner be back in that bloody tree than have you two lezzies groping and pawing all over me!"
"You'd like it - really you would, darling Harriet! Admit it!" wheedled Gwen.
"Nice Harriet!" said Jess, rubbing her finger around one of their friend's hardening nipples.
"Well... you are warm and soft. I've never denied that."
"So are you Harry, darling!"
"Can I be first to have her, please, Jessie?"
"OK, Gwen."
Later... "Harry?"
"What, Gwen?"
"You're getting lovely and juicy - you must like it just a teensy weeny bit!"
"Just a bit, maybe! But I'd still prefer my darling Bill to be down there! No offence meant! Night darlings. Have fun with me - but don't wake me!"
And Harriet fell asleep - a victim of exhaustion.
Gwen and Jessica gently sheltered their sleeping friend's body all night long, mindful of their promise to keep her warm, shielding Harriet from the cold rain that was ceaselessy dripping onto them.
Within an hour of dawn, the clouds cleared away and the sun came out - pretty watery by this time of the year. It nevertheless raised their spirits. The memory of their recent ordeal and danger started to fade. Life was good again!
They had covered a fair distance the day before, avoiding such villages as Hatley St George and Great Gransden, crossing the A14 (Ermine Street) north of Caxton, desending to level ground again, finally getting across the A604 south east of Godmanchester. They had swum across the Great Ouse and ended up in the old shed near the village of Over. All this was a diversion from the direct route and they would soon need to start circling to the west before resuming a northerly direction. They had decided to steer well clear of the large towns of Northants, Leics., and Nottinghamshire.
They had not reckoned on such a proliferation of rivers, canals and drainage channels. Sometimes these could be crossed at night by bridge, but there were many times when a swim was the only way to get over and even then they were often forced to wait until no one was around. It was incredible just how many people WERE around in this foul weather. All bloody masochists, the trio had decided. "Why can't they just sit indoors and download porn like normal decent folks," Harriet had bitterly complained.
A few days earlier Harriet had remembered the number of a male cousin, "frightfully good sport - he'll give us a bed for the night" who lived in some fenland village and would pick them up at a pre-arranged spot after dark and drive them all to his home.
Unfortunately they arrived far too early at the pick-up spot and had to find somewhere to hide and keep warm for the rest of the day. By the time it was dark and Harriet's cousin Jason had picked them up, they were getting very dejected and more than ever glad of shared warmth.
Jason's house was right in the middle of the village, but at least the garden was not overlooked by neighbours. Harriet had previously told him all about their initiation test and he seemed not a bit put out at playing host to three naked girls. He was the perfect host, making sure they had all they needed to eat and drink and refusing point blank to let his guests do the washing up, insisting that they needed to rest.
Finally they all relaxed in front of the fire. Jason and Harriet occupied an arm chair apiece and the other two shared the sofa.
After a few minutes... "Your two friends seem to be very fond of each other," Jason said to his cousin, gazing stupefied as Gwen and Jessica made energetic and increasingly breathless love in front of him!
"Are they ever! Those two have been crawling all over each other like that ever since I joined them - and they would crawl all over me too, if I gave them half a chance. Such nice girls once - a bit wild, but OK. What their Mummies are going to think, with their dreams of finding nice suitable young men for them and arranging Society weddings - fat chance of that! Fine advert for Cheltenham Ladies College - I don't think!"
"Makes you kind of feel left out, though, doesn't it? Sorry to hear about you and Bill, by the way."
"If that's some kind of hint, Jason - and it had bloody well better be - lead the way upstairs! These two'll be happy down here - they'd be happy anywhere!"
"Your room's straight ahead at the top of the stairs," said Jason to the two writhing bodies on the sofa. "See you both in the morning."
"Don't forget - no bedclothes you two - you have to pay for your pleasure with goose-pimples Jason," shouted Jessica, her head raising itself briefly from some intimate area or other of Gwendoline.
"Price worth paying - anyway it's a nice warm house."
He was right about that. As the two lay on the sofa they realised that their exertions had left them soaked in sweat. Jessica licked at a drop running down between Gwendolines breasts and then discovered more drops on her stomach and greedily sucked them up as well.
"Let's get upstairs, sweet Gwen - it'll be much comfier on a nice big bed."
An hour later they were fast asleep. For once in the last weeks they were almost too hot.
* * *
The next morning was a repetition in some ways of the scene at breakfast in Minehead when Harriet had been all over Bill and Bill had been all over Harriet. It was heartening for Jessica and Gwen to see Harriet getting over her loss so quickly. They both thought Jason better loooking than Bill - he was six foot four and athletically muscular. They had plenty of opportunity to admire his physique as all of it was on view.
Neither girl had ever seen so much thick, black curly hair on any man's chest before. It went all the way down his stomach until it merged with his pubic bush. With one hand tenderly fondling his penis, Harriet stroked his hairy chest with the other. At one point she pulled several hairs out.
"Gosh, Jason. I bet that hurt!" cried Gwendoline
"Look at his eyes watering - can we have some too?" said Jess - "Come on Gwen. Why should Harry have him all to herself - I want some! I love you, but he's so gorgeous!"
"Fuck off - you two! Get back to licking each others pussies - that's all you're bloody good for."
"I thought it was supposed to be 'all for one and one for all'," pouted Gwen. "Come on, you rotter - share him with us - let's see if he's man enough to satisfy all three of us one after the other."
He demonstrated, to their complete satisfaction, that he was.
"You're really nice, Jason," sighed an ecstatic Jessica recovering from a tremendous climax. "If Gwen and I can each find a boy like you, maybe we'll think about going straight."
As soon as it was dark, the three girls got into Jason's car and he drove them to the next food cache, which they were pleased to find intact. They decided to make the spot their resting place for the night and Jason was easily persuaded to join them. He and Harriet spent the entire night thrashing about on the ground and Gwendoline and Jessica resumed their own interrupted love making.
"You're lots nicer than Jason, Jess - dear boy that he is!"
"You too, Gwen."
Dawn broke and Jason left after kissing all three goodbye and wishing them luck.
"You two are insatiable," Harriet hissed, as the car disappeared from view. "Disgusting pair!"
"We're not disgusting" said Gwen when after a fierce struggle the two sat on top of her, one pinning her legs and the other sitting on her chest. "You don't get up until you say 'Sorry'."
"Wait till I get my breath back and I'll wipe the floor with you - disgusting bitches!"
Somehow, Harriet managed to wriggle free and punched Jessica in the face, bruising her cheekbone. This was a very bad move and the two girls unleashed a flurry of blows which sent her back to the ground where she lay for several minutes before recovering her senses.
They sat on either side of her and waited until she sat up.
"I'm still not going to say sorry - but can't we be friends again?"
"Still friends and we're the ones to apologise," said a remorseful Jessica, tears running down her face. "I don't know what gets into us sometimes. We deserve to be punished for what we did with Jason and to you just now. What forfeit do you want us to pay, darling Harriet."
"Finish the fight you started the other night. Not now, but sometime later when I give the word."
"OK Harry - seems fair enough. We'll hate it, but we've asked for it. We'll be ready whenever you like." But both girls dreaded having to hurt each other again and secretly hoped Harriet would relent - not that they would dream of asking her. They would just have to pay this price for their meanness.
As the day went by the strained atmosphere gradually eased and something of the former gaiety returned. They found a spot to sleep, but Harriet kept apart from the others, arms wrapped around her knees which were up against her chest and trying to stop shivering. The other girls also kept apart and tried vainly to keep themselves warm without the comfort of each other.
Finally, Jessica moved over to Harriet and put her arms around her. Gwen came and joined them.
"Let's all stop being silly, Harriet," said Gwendoline. "It was
such fun until Jess and I ruined it - can't we start again and forget
the last couple of days?"
"I'd love that darling Gwen. I only seduced Jason to get back at Bill and I feel so cheap and dirty if you must know. But you girls shouldn't have knocked me out - two against one. It was despicable of you. So cowardly and shameful, and you know it! Either one of you could have finished me on your own and it would still have been cowardly of you - you know I'm not in your class! You're not getting out of finishing your little show. I'm really going to enjoy watching you doing to each other what you did to me! Teach you both a lesson. Now let's get some sleep."
A chastened pair could only agree with Harriet. They had attacked her in a fit of rage and felt more and more ashamed every time they thought about it. They had behaved like two vicious thugs, instead of ladies of good breeding. As they drifted off to sleep Jessica and Gwen separately resolved that Harriet would get every bit as good a show as they had been reluctantly prepared to give the three perverts. Not that either was in any hurry. Both girls still fervently hoped that Harriet would relent. Let's be really nice to her, was their shared thought.
By this time they were a few miles from Oundle and heading in a north westerly direction. By midday, they were emerging from a wood, where they had managed to pick a few nuts and berries as well as some mushrooms. Their way was barred by a thick hedge and it was a while before they could find a gap. When they did an amazing sight greeted them.
In the field were about ten small tents and one large one. Out of the large tent a number of people emerged and following them were two young girls, maybe a year or so younger than Gwen and company. The girls were dressed in white gowns and each was being held by two men. They were led to a couple of triangular erections only a few yards from where the girls were watching.
"I read a book once about the penal settlements in Australia," said Gwendoline, "and I have a very nasty feeling about this."
"I know," said Harriet. "They would tie the convicts to triangles like that and flog them - surely they can't be going to do anything like that to those little girls. Who are these people anyway?"
"One of them is very familiar, isn't she? Of course! It's Frederika Forbes-Browne. She left after a year because her parents joined some weird sect and she was going to be educated in the Faith by the rest of the nutcases. This must be some kind of religious convention, I suppose. Maybe the girls have upset the Elders and are going to be punished."
"Not if we've anything to do with it, they're not" said Gwen.
The two girls were stripped of their gowns and tied naked to the triangles, confirming the trio's fears. One of the crowd stepped forward. He was holding a wicked looking rawhide whip.
"I've seen what a thing like that can do," whispered Harriet. "When I was growing up in Africa, I saw a man beaten with one of those things. He was a big powerfully built man but he was screaming for mercy after five lashes. Those two will be cut in half if he uses it on them - we've got to stop this!"
"We might end up sharing the same fate," warned Jessica.
"Maybe, but could you look yourself in the face again if you didn't at least try to help the poor things?"
The three all agreed.
The man with the whip began to speak and the rest of the crowd murmured assent from time to time.
"If you walk contrary to me I will chastise you seven times for your sins."
"Amen."
"Whom the Lord loveth, he chasteneth."
"Hallelujah."
"But thou didst trust in thine own beauty and playdst the harlot."
"Shame!"
"Behold the instrument of the Lord's wrath!" He lifted up the whip.
"Praise the Lord!" came the answer.
"Behold the messenger of chastisement and the scourge of righteousness!" Brandishing the whip once again.
"Amen. Praise the Lord. Hallelujah!"
"Come on, girls lets put a stop to this NOW," said Harriet.
Just as the three were pushing through the hedge the crowd started moving away back to the tent and the leader placed the whip on the ground in full view of the two terrified and shivering girls.
"Reflect upon your wickedness and and look fearfully upon that wherewith ye shall be chastised," and he walked back into the tent. The two girls were left alone.
"Harry - you go and see if you can't start some kind of diversion," whispered Jessica. "I've still got this book of matches. Only a couple left. They might come in handy. Look for something sharp to cut the ropes with, Gwen."
And they climbed through the hedge, Harriet making for the rear of the tent and the other two for the triangles. They started to untie the girls bonds.
"Remember us, Freddy? Gwen and Jessica? We were a year ahead of you."
"Oh, yes! It was such a nice year before we had to leave and join up with this awful bunch. I still dream about it. You mustn't let them catch you. They're all mad - even Mummy and Daddy! How do you come to be here undressed like that?"
"Tell you later. How long before they come back?"
"Only a few minutes - maybe ten. They're all praying. Bloody hypocrites!"
Finally the two were freed and started to rub their ankles and wrists trying to get feeling back into their limbs.
"Right you two, get over to the hedge and wait for us. We've got to see how our friend is getting on."
It was just as well they did go to check on Harriet as she had been surprised by two men - some sort of guards - and was being pinned to the ground.
"Thanks for coming so soon, girls," said Harriet as they looked down at the sleeping pair. "I found a few cans of paraffin and was just thinking what to do with them when they jumped me."
When the trio joined up with the rescued girls, the meeting tent was burning well and the cult members were too busy trying to put the flames out either to notice the disappearance of the two girls or to organise a pursuit.
"Sorry, you two. We should have tried to get something to cover you with. It's not a warm day - but you'll have to grin and bear it for a bit."
"You three must be freezing yourselves," said Frederika. "This is Tamsin, by the way - her parents took her away from Roedean to join this fucking freak show. Why are you all nude - and so rugged and weatherbeaten too - you've been this way a while. What gives?"
The three would-be female Masons explained.
"Gosh sounds a better outfit to be in than ours," said Tamsin.
"Why were they going to whip you? That thing could have killed you both - thank God we were around."
"Oh. A couple of local boys chatted us up and gave us a ride in their car. They were awfully sweet and nice and nothing much happened - worse luck. But it was enough to bring those freaks down on us like a ton of bricks - as you saw."
"What do you want to do now you are free?" asked Harriet.
"I've got an aunt who thinks Mummy and Daddy are mad as hatters (which they are - I don't know them anymore) and I can stay with her." answered Freddy. "As for my education - I've been taught nothing but crap since I left the College - how I'll ever catch up now - Heaven knows."
"I've got a much older brother I can stay with," said Tamsin, "but it's the same with me. I've got no chance of getting into Uni for years, if ever, thanks to those bastards."
"Suppose we couldn't tag along with you three for a bit?" asked Freddy.
"Sorry, girls. I think it would be best if we got you on your way."
A phone call to Jason resulted in his appearing an hour or two later with some things for Freddy and Tamsin and he promised to deliver them to their respective relatives. He was getting quite offhand about associating with naked girls. "When you've seen one you've seen the lot," he told himself. A real man of the world!
Once again the three travellers said goodbye to Jason and watched the car drive away.
"Thanks for coming to my rescue back there," said a grateful Harriet.
"Think nothing of it" darling," said Gwen. "What are friends for?"
"It's been an exciting day - that's for sure!" said Jessica.
Harriet smiled. "It's going to be even more exciting in a few seconds, for us all, especially for you two!"
"I think over by that stream should be ideal. You can bathe each others wounds in the water after you have finished. We can all eat afterwards, if you two haven't knocked each other's teeth out - that is!"