Jane is Targeted

'He wants me to go to the Doctor's fancy dress with him', Jane casually mentioned one evening. 'Do you think I should?'

We both knew that the 'he' was a junior doctor at the hospital where Jane worked as a student nurse. He was an Arab, late 20's, and he had pursued Jane relentlessly before she had agreed to meet him one evening. I had agreed to her 'date' as we led a very open lifestyle and, at nineteen, she was still enjoying her best days as a desirable young woman. Following their night out she had returned to his flat where he very soon discovered that she was wearing stockings and suspenders (at my suggestion), and was an available, young, white wife. He did everything imaginable with her, including anal sex, before she made her way home, worn out and besotted. Since then, he had asked her out on the odd occasion - he did not pester her, but picked his moments carefully. He enjoyed showing her off to other overseas doctors as his 'English' girlfriend.

'If you want to.' I replied. 'I will meet up with the lads at The Queen's, so take the car and get back whenever you are done.'

I thought no more of the conversation until, a couple of days later, Jane came in carrying a couple of bags full of new clothes.

'New outfit?' I asked.

'My fancy dress stuff' she replied, 'you remember?'

'Yes, yes, of course, Friday isn't it? Let's see it.'

Jane took out a gym slip, blouse, and white socks, before saying 'he wants me to go as a schoolgirl, his boss has asked him to bring me dressed in these clothes.'

'You will be a knockout,' I said, fully accepting that she would be on her knees, giving him anything he wanted, as soon as their party was over.

As it turned out, I was only partly correct. She had also been earmarked for something else.

Friday evening came around, and, as I sat watching tv, I could hear Jane, upstairs, getting ready.

She came down in her 'uniform' and grabbed a coat and her car keys, before saying, ' don't wait up, I will probably stay over if I have had a drink.'

I replied 'I know exactly what you will be doing - the same as usual.'

She smiled at me, before turning for the door, where, with a glance over her shoulder, she lifted her short skirt flashing her bare buttocks, as she disappeared

'Oh yes', I cried, 'I'll be waiting'

I walked down to the pub around nine where I spent the evening with a couple of pals. One of them asked where Jane was, to which I simply replied, 'at a works do,' which ended that conversation.

I made my way home around midnight, before climbing into bed and dropping off.

I was awoken by the sound of the door just as it was getting light. I yawned and opened my eyes as the 'schoolgirl' walked into the bedroom.

'How did it go?' I asked, sleepily.

'That's the last time that I go anywhere with that bastard,' she replied. Her tone had me awake and attempting to sit up.

'What happened?'

Her answer was to pull up her skirt and turn away. The answer was obvious.

She had been brutally caned.

'Wow, someone went to town on you, that's for sure. I never knew he liked that sort of stuff.'

'It wasn't him, but he set me up for it - the bastard had arranged it all.' she blurted indignantly.

'What do you mean?' I asked, as she removed her clothes (although her blouse was already missing), and climbed into bed.

She lay, face down, as I lightly traced her bruised backside with my fingers.

Jane let out a whimper as I came into contact with her bruised flesh, before saying,

'I should have guessed that something was wrong as soon as we arrived - we had hardly got through the door before two old men walked up to us, I am sure they had been watching the door, waiting for us to arrive'.

Ash introduced his boss, the Senior Consultant, who I knew from work, and his brother, also a senior clinician, but one that I had never met.

After a few words of greeting, Ash went to fetch a couple of drinks while his friends chatted to me. They did not disguise their interest in my outfit, and made all the usual 'have you been a naughty girl' comments - to be honest, it was getting a bit uncomfortable and I was glad to see Ash return with a drink and resume chatting with his seniors. That's when I felt a hand sliding up the back of my leg'.

'I gasped, and turned to the brother to tell him to stop, but Ash put his hand on my arm and shook his head, smiling. I held back from speaking and saw the old man smile and nod to Ash'.

'His hand continued exploring my bare bottom as they carried on their conversation - that's when I realised why he had insisted on no underwear'.

'It was confirmed when Mr Farouk and his brother, who excused himself for a couple of minutes, changed positions'.

The consultant immediately began feeling my bottom just as his brother had'.

'I just knew then, that Ashok had told them that they could have me - why else should they come straight over to us and box me in a corner of the room?'

'What did you do?' I asked.

'Well, I made an excuse and went to the bathroom. As I came back into the room Ash was waiting for me.'

I looked him in the eye and said 'Those two old goats are mauling me and you are not doing anything.'

He smiled and said, ' please just go along with it. I know it's not very nice for you, but I will make it up to you later.'

'No way,' I replied, 'they are dirty old men.'

He thought for a minute and said, 'Ok, but you will make me lose face if I tell them to stop - can't you put up with it for tonight?. I promise no one else will fuck you, only me - please do it for me.'

'Well, in the end we walked back over to them and I took up my position as they took turns touching me up as they chatted. The bastards loved it as they made me open my legs for a more intimate examination - Ash just stood there, chatting away as if nothing was happening.'

'Dirty buggers', I said, 'but that doesn't explain the state of your ass'.

'That came later. Ash took me up to his room as the party was coming to an end. I knew why I was there, but I was glad to get away those two pairs of hands, and was prepared to let him have what he wanted before I left. No such luck - a couple of minutes after we had arrived there was a knock on the door.

I looked at Ash, shook my head and said, 'No, only you, you promised. I refuse to do it with them'.

He said, Relax, just humour them, they really like you, and you can't blame them - I will look after you. Look, they have told me that all they want is for you to take off your blouse - you can leave the gym slip on, so you will be covered up. Go on, they are old and it will give them a thrill.'

'Did you do it'? I asked, intrigued.

'Yes, in the end, after he had begged me, and told me it would ruin his promotion prospects if I refused, I went to the bathroom and took off the blouse - I was covered from the front by the gym slip, but I was not wearing a bra therefore I was showing everything from the side.'

I went back into the room and Ash came over and whispered, 'thanks, it means a lot to me'.

He led me to the sofa and sat me down before walking into the kitchen for a drink. Mr Farouk sat beside me and began to chat about work, about Libya (where they were from, I suppose), together with general small talk, while never taking his eyes off my side on cleavage.

He stopped talking to me when Ash re - entered the room but said something in Arabic to him - Ash replied, also in Arabic, and called me to him.

Pleased to escape Mr Farouk's gaze, I got up and walked over to Ashok.

He reached out and took my hand before saying, 'thank you, Jane, for doing what I asked, you have made me so happy.'

'It sounds as if he was not the only one.' I said.

'Too right -That's when I discovered what he said in Arabic. He walked me over to the table in the centre of the room and kissed me, before bending me over the table. I was worried that he intended to fuck me as a 'live show' but he walked around the table to face me.

He put his hands over mine and kissed me, then, just as he broke the kiss, my skirt was lifted and that's when they caned me. I screamed and begged but Ash pinned my arms as they did it'. They gave me two or three really hard slashes with a cane, calling me a 'naughty girl' and such like - It hurt like hell.'

'Then what'? I said.

'Ash told them to stop, as I was crying in pain, and, once again, they started to speak to him in Arabic.'

'He replied in the same language, before taking up a position behind me.'

'He leaned over me and whispered in my ear.'

'Don't resist, it will only be me, as I promised.'

'He fucked me as they watched.'

'The bastards loved it, encouraging him to 'fill me up' and 'fuck her arse' as I was being used. He did everything they wanted before finally slipping out, spent'.

'I was burning with humiliation and shame, as I pulled away from him.

I told them all what I thought of them - that they were all filthy perverts, and that I had a good mind to report them.'

'I left them with that thought and walked back to the car - yes, I must have looked a sight, showing almost everything, as I walked along the street. And now, here I am.'

'Well', I said, 'you would be within your rights, I suppose, but it might be your word against theirs. They would probably say that you agreed to it. It might be better to give it a couple of days and see how you feel when you are calmer.'

As we know, no one was reported and Jane 'reported' many, many, more times for duty at his flat.