0 comments/ 13591 views/ 4 favorites The Witches of Eastly By: AStropirate Marie Stone was a very happy twenty-two year old. She worked as a check out operator at Quinn's department store in the town of Eastley in Hampshire. She shared a flat with her twenty-five year old boyfriend Chris Dolman who also worked at Quinn's in the storeroom. Marie had many friends in the store among her colleagues. She loved meeting and speaking with the patrons and helping them whenever she could. Quinn's were great employers. They paid for the Christmas party every year. They also gave generous bonuses as well. It was indeed a joy to work here. All this changed however with the arrival of the new supervisors. There were three of them. Nicola Barnes, forty-three, Carol Freeman, thirty-eight and Delores Granger, also thirty-eight. Nicola, the tallest at just six feet, was clearly the leader. Carol and Delores simply did her bidding. Nicola had long black curly hair. She also had a reasonably good figure. She also had a habit of sticking her nose where it wasn't wanted. Carol's hair was also black but short. She was a little heavier but the one thing that literally stood out were her huge breasts. Delores had red hair that was shoulder length. She was five feet eight with an attractive figure. It was the only thing that was attractive about her. The rumour circulated that when the Quinn's board, which consisted of Edward, Brian and David Quinn as well as their sister, Sonia, met; Sonia vehemently opposed her brothers' plans for these new supervisors, citing the fact that the store had never been more profitable. A lot of this was down to staff contentment. As long as the staff was happy in their work, productivity would rise. Bring in the supervisors and this will suffer. Despite her best efforts, Sonia was voted down by her brothers and the supervisors were appointed. As the weeks went by Nicola, Carol and Delores stamped their authority on the floor, checking the staff for the slightest infraction of store regulations. They pranced up and down the store in their blue jackets and skirts acting as if their gold plated identity tags gave them absolute power. Marie, in particular, suffered at the hands of Nicola, who checked her at every opportunity. Their reputations were such that they were collectively nicknamed the "Witches of Eastley". Their repute even carried outside the store, to the entire shopping centre. Nor indeed, were Chris or his colleagues in the stores safe. This became obvious when Nicola challenged Chris in front of his colleagues. "Why is that roll of material not on the floor? It was ordered ten minutes ago," she demanded. Chris turned to her. "It's not on the floor because I only got the order two minutes ago," responded Chris, struggling to keep his cool. "I was about to bring it out," finished Chris. "Hah, a likely story..." Are you calling me a liar?" retorted Chris as he stood in front of her. "How dare you speak to me like that?" replied Nicola, who seemed to recover rapidly from initially being startled at Chris's reaction. "And how dare you speak to me or anyone else as we are school children? I know my job, lady. So do the rest of us. We don't need you to come in here and make a mess." he answered angrily. "Chris!" called Joe Evans, one of his friends; put his hand on his shoulder. "My apologies, Mrs Barnes. It was my fault. I'll bring it out straight away." said Joe. Nicola nodded and then turned to Chris. "You haven't heard the last of this, I promise you," she said, with clear venom in her voice. "That, I'm sure of," retorted Chris, with almost as much venom. Nicola turned and walked away. Chris turned to Joe. "What the hell are you apologising for, Joe? That order was deliberately delayed." "You've got to be careful, Chris. She's dangerous. They all are. Things are different now, boy." replied Joe cautiously. Chris nodded. Things had certainly changed and not for the better. An hour or so later Chris was called to the office. John Denton, the manager, was waiting. As was Nicola and David Quinn. Chris knew he was in trouble. He was forced to make a humiliating apology to Nicola and was reprimanded. He didn't want to do it but he needed the job. On their way home together he allayed Marie's fears. "Remember Marie, what goes around come around. They'll get their comeuppance sooner or later," said Chris consolingly. "I just hope it's sooner rather than later," responded Marie jokingly. When the word got around about what had happened to Chris not only fear but resentment shot around the store. Chris was well liked. He worked hard and was popular with both staff and patron. Although Sonia Quinn didn't know Chris personally she knew him by repute and was very well aware of the damage that had just been done when she heard what had happened. After another meeting of the board it was clear to her that her brothers had no intention changing. She decided to visit the floor and sample for herself the atmosphere and she didn't like what she found. She couldn't believe how oppressive it was. The staff were clearly nervous and unhappy. Then she saw why when she spied Nicola giving one of the female checkout operators a hard time. She walked over to them. "Excuse me," she said to the young woman. "I wonder if you can help me? I'm looking for a good heavy winter coat," said Sonia. Nicola cleared her throat. "Excuse me, Miss Quinn. She's busy. Perhaps one of the other girls..." Sonia never looked at her. "I prefer, Marie, is it?" she asked as she noticed Marie's identity badge. "Yes, Ma,am. Marie Stone," answered Marie politely but nervously. "Would you come with me and we can have a look?" asked Sonia. "Sure," responded Marie, still recovering from shock. "That is, if you have no objection," said Sonia as she turned to Nicola. "Of course not, Ma,am," replied Nicola politely who was burning up with rage. "Ah, yes. This is the one, I think," said Sonia, having checked out several coats before settling on a fine big red anorak. "Gosh, Miss Quinn. Isn't it a size too big for you?" asked Marie cautiously. Sonia laughed. "Bless you, dear. It's not for me. Will you gift wrap for me?" she asked "Certainly," replied Marie enthusiastically and both women headed for the checkout. Sonia turned to Marie. "Thank you, Marie. You've been very helpful. Be assured that this will not go unnoticed," she said to the young woman as Nicola looked on, fuming as she did so. "Thank you, Ma'am," responded Marie and smiled as Sonia headed for the exit. "Don't get a swelled head, Stone. Remember, I'm still here," said Nicola. Marie's heart sank. Meanwhile Nicola was curious. She noticed her boss had headed for the store exit rather than the office. She followed Sonia and was stunned at what she saw. Sonia was talking to a woman in her thirties. Nicola had often seen the woman, dressed in a dirty coat and begging outside the store. She was amazed when she saw Sonia handing the woman the package. The woman ripped it open excitedly and when she saw the coat she hugged Sonia and while Nicola could not hear it was clear the woman was thanking Sonia for her gift as she discarded her old coat for this new one. Then what happened took Nicola completely by surprise as Sonia called George Tupper, the head of the cleaning department over and after a brief discussion the woman was led to the personnel office. It was clear Sonia had hired her. *** Some days after her encounter with Sonia Quinn, Marie was still working hard at her job. Despite what had happened, or more probably because of it, Nicola continued to be petty and spiteful. It all came to a head when Chris found her sobbing uncontrollably while waiting for him after work. "Marie, what is it? What's wrong?" asked Chris anxiously as he put his arms around his distressed girlfriend. "Oh Chris, there was a some of money missing when we cashed up. Nicola virtually accused me of stealing. I didn't take it, Chris. I swear I didn't," cried Marie as she wept bitterly on her boyfriend's shoulder. The mention of Nicola's name brought a surge of anger in Chris. "That fucking bitch!" he yelled. "She's behind this, Marie. I'll fucking kill her!" he shouted. "No, Chris! Leave it. Don't do anything we'll both regret," begged Marie. "But..." "Listen to me, Chris. It'll be alright. Like you said. They'll get what's coming to them. If you love me you'll do as I ask," said Marie. Chris calmed down. "Let's go home and I'll cook us a nice dinner and maybe we'll have a bath too," responded Chris. Marie smiled and the young couple made their way home. While Chris had agreed not to do anything he couldn't get the image of his girlfriend in distress out of his head. He felt something had to be done, but what? *** It was the next day and Marie was working until nine so Chris was about to head home alone when he met Harry James, head of security in the shopping centre. "Hallo Chris," he said. "Oh, hi, Harry," greeted Chris in a subdued manner. "It's not like you to be so down, Chris. You mustn't let the "witches" get the better of you," said Harry with a smile. "Oh, it's not me I'm worried about, Harry, its Marie." responded Chris uneasily. "Marie has nothing to worry about. She's above suspicion. There has to be some other explanation," replied Harry confidently. "That's what I keep saying, Harry, but what?" responded Chris "I'm working on that, Chris, trust me. Me and the boys will get to the bottom of it, I promise. In the meantime please tell Marie she has my full confidence and support and not to give up," said Harry warmly. "Thanks, Harry. That's means a lot to both of us," responded Chris happily as he extended his hand. "No problem, Chris," responded Harry as he shook hands. "Harry?" came a voice from behind. Harry swung around. It was Sonia Quinn. The fifty year old stood there and smiled. "May I have a word?" she asked. Certainly," replied Harry and walked over to her while Chris exited the store and headed home. *** A week later that Christmas party for the Quinn's staff was held in one of the large backrooms of the store. Marie wasn't keen to go. She just couldn't bear to see those bitches. However, Chris persuaded her that they both had earned a good night out and that they should not be spoiled by Nicola or the others. When they arrived, it wasn't hard to notice the tension. The "Witches" clearly had an affect on everyone and they certainly were not welcome. As the night wore on however it was clear that none of the three were going to turn up and in the end it turned out to be one of the most enjoyable parties Chris and Marie had ever been at. One thing Chris noticed was Harry receiving a phone call and leaving early. He put it down to some security matter. As they walked back to the flat hugging each other Marie spoke up. "I wonder where the other three are?" she asked. "You're not sorry they didn't turn up are you?" responded Chris. "Of course not. I'm just puzzled, that's all," replied Marie. "Maybe they chickened out when they realised they wouldn't be welcome," replied Chris as he kissed his girlfriend. "Mmm," was all Marie answered and neither of them spoke about it again. What Chris, Marie or anyone else didn't know was that Nicola and her friends met a very strange fate that night. Carol and Delores were reluctant about going but Nicola changed their minds, arguing that they as much entitled a good night as the rest of them and they shouldn't in anyway feel intimidated. So when they had finished their reports in their office they set out for the party but never got there. As Nicola was walking along the corridor she was suddenly grabbed from behind. A rag was placed in front of her face and she struggled against the pungent odour. The more she struggled the weaker she became. In her scream she could her colleagues. They clearly suffered a similar fate. After a moment everything turned to darkness. *** Nicola came around to the shock of cold water that had been splattered on her face. Something prevented her from speaking. Her hands and legs tied to something. It was only as the fog in her eyes dissipated that she realised her predicament. Carol and Delores were hanging naked in mid air. Their arms and legs were tied to shackles that were suspended from the ceiling and they had ball gags in their mouths that prevented them from speaking although they were screaming through them. Nicola was horrified to see that she too was naked and suspended in mid air in shackles. Her hair, which had been pinned neatly back, now hung loose and her breasts wobbled as she swayed too and fro. "Well, it's about time. You're companions have been awake for the past few minutes." There was a chorus of male laughter. It only then that Nicola noticed the gang of hooded men staring at her. She tried to scream and shook her bond violently. One of the hooded men went over and patted her bare arse. "Sorry, doll, I didn't get that?" he said and his companions laughed once again. "Oh, your gag. I forgot to remove it," he said sarcastically. "Who are you? What do you want?" asked Nicola angrily. , when her gag was removed. "Well, doll, to tell the truth. We're your worst nightmare. What we want is justice and we intend to execute that tonight," answered the hooded man. "What the hell are you talking about? Release us at once!" screamed Nicola in response. "I don't think you realise the fix you and your friends are in, doll," said the hooded man as he nodded to two of his companions who moved forward and released Nicola and she stood before the man. She had strange bracelets on her wrists and ankles. "Now, get on your knees, arrogant bitch," he ordered. "Go and fuck yourself!" screamed Nicola in reply. The hooded man turned to Carol and Delores who were still suspended in mid air. He gave a slight laugh. "Ladies, I advise you to pay close attention and see how costly defiance is," he said. He picked up a remote control on the table and pressed a button. What happened next startled and horrified the captive women as their friend gave an agonising scream and landed on all fours on the floor. Hearing the crackling noise made them imagine the pain that accompanied it. "That's better," said the hooded man. "What do you want?" asked Nicola desperately, gasping for air as she did so. "Well, let's begin with the shortage at Miss Stone's till," answered the hooded man. "Is that what this is about? That bitch..." Nicola failed to finish her sentence as the hooded man pressed the button and she screamed in pain as the electric jolt shot up her legs and arms making her fall onto her side. "Let me make one rule clear here, Nicola, dear. You will show respect for the Quinn staff when we refer to them. Is that clear?" said the hooded man in a menacing tone. Gasping for air, Nicola just nodded. "I didn't hear you," replied the hooded man. "Yes," responded Nicola in a low voice, clearly suffering some pain. "Good, now let's begin again. What happened to the money?" asked the hooded man. For a moment Nicola hesitated and then spoke. "I hid it in my locker before giving it to the bi, Miss Stone the money," replied Nicola, sounding desperate. "Why?" asked the hooded man sounding intrigued. "Because she and Miss Quinn undermined me. I couldn't do anything to Sonia but when I saw the smug face on Marie I couldn't stand it. So I planned this. "You did all this out of spite?" asked the hooded man angrily. Nicola simply bowed her head, clearly ashamed of her actions and dreading the possible consequences. The hooded man turned to Carol and Delores as they swayed helplessly. "Did you two know anything about this?" he asked, anger rising in his voice. Both women shook their heads violently. They began to struggle in their bonds, panicking and fearing a painful reprisal. Then another hooded man appeared from behind a panel with a tape recorder in his hand. "Got it all, boss," he said. "That would never hold up in court. You got it under duress," said Nicola defiantly. "You've had your day in court, dear, and you've been found guilty. Our job is to pronounce sentence and see that it is carried out," responded the hooded man. "Look, you've got what you want. Let us go and we won't breathe a word to anyone, I promise," replied Nicola, trying to be consolatory. The hooded man laughed. So did his companions. "You still don't get it, do you? You've been found guilty of abuse, theft and blackening a hard worker's good name. You don't seriously think all that is going unpunished, do you?" he said with a firm voice. "What are you going to do?" asked Nicola as panic set in. "This "Court" sentences you to twenty lashes. Sentence to be carried out immediately," responded the hooded man in a very official tone. Nicola was dragged screaming to a wooden post and her hand were secured tightly to steel tings. "No, you have no right to do this!" screamed Nicola. There was no response from the hooded man. He simply nodded to some of his gang and they released Carol and Delores who were brought over and made to stand at either side Nicola as she stood naked with her arms stretched upwards with her wrists fastened in the bracelets. "You'll agree, ladies that what your friend did was pretty despicable and she deserves to be punished?" asked the hooded man. Carol and Delores reluctantly nodded. "Pick them up," said the hooded man firmly as he pointed to the canes on the table. "You don't expect us to..." Carol was interrupted by Delores. "But she's our friend," protested Delores. The hooded man said nothing he just nodded to two hooded men behind them. Suddenly Carol and Delores fell to the ground screaming in pain as they felt the shock of pain surge through their bodies. "Alright, alright, we'll do it!" screamed Delores. Once again both women were forced to stand at either side of their restrained friend. "Now remember, ladies, twenty lashes. That's ten each, administered alternately. I'll be counting. Too bad, too. She's got a fine rump," said the hooded man as he patted Nicola's bare arse. His colleagues laughed heartily in chorus. "Don't you dare!" screamed Nicola defiantly. "Sorry, Nicola," said Delores. "Me too," said Carol. Swish! Crack! And Delores struck the first blow followed by Carol. Nicola screamed each with each stroke. It only stopped when the hooded man was satisfied. Carol and Delores were relieved when it was over but they were not prepared for what was demanded of them next. "Well, Ladies, that was expertly done." said the hooded man as he patted Nicola's sore buttocks. His companions laughed. "You bastard!" uttered Nicola weakly. "Oh I know that, dear. However I think you take first prize for being a real bitch" replied the hooded man. He turned to Carol and Delores. "Now you two get on your knees and face her," ordered the hooded man. It was with dread that they reluctantly obeyed and they couldn't help staring at Nicola's reddened buttocks. "Your friend's arse is quite sore and needs to be cooled. Now each of you take a cheek and lick it cool with your tongue," demanded the hooded man. Carol began to protest. "But we're not lesbians. We're married women..." she stopped when she saw the hooded man turn to his companions. "Ok, ok, we'll do it. Just don't hurt us anymore," begged Carol. My God, Nicola, what have you gotten us into?" she asked as she reluctantly put her tongue to the left cheek of Nicola's arse and began to lick. Delores, too afraid to disobey, followed suit. Despite the situation she was in and the fact that she was disgusted by what her friends were being forced to do, Nicola found it somewhat soothing. She even released an involuntary moan as a tingling of pleasure ran through her body. It didn't last long. The Witches of Eastly "Ok, that's enough," said the hooded man. All three women were dragged over to a large mattress and forced into a kneeling position. "Please, you've got what you wanted. Why can't you leave us alone," pleaded an exhausted and disillusioned Nicola. "We haven't got everything, dear," responded the hooded man unsympathetically as hooded men seem to appear from no where and circle like vultures. One of them stood in front of Nicola and unzipped his pants. "Suck it, bitch," he demanded as he extracted his hardened cock. Not wanting any further pain, Nicola meekly obeyed and placed the huge organ between her lips and began to suck while the man gripped her hair, forcing her to bob in and out. Carol and Delores fared no better as the men stood before them and they submitted without a whimper, judging it wiser to do so than face further pain. A moment later their arms were extended and they were forced to take cocks in each hand and hand fuck. When the cum erupted in Nicola's mouth she was forced to swallow the unpleasant liquid. The same thing happened companions. A few moments passed and after settling into a rhythm Nicola, Carol and Delores were nudged slightly forward as each arse was invaded by a cock and the men began to pump hard. When the cum flowed onto their hands from those they had hand fucked it was smeared onto their upper bodies. All three were new to anal sex and when the cum exploded and they felt the burning sensation they were prevented from screaming only because of their constant sucking. It seemed to go on forever. There was regular changing of partners but at last, an exhausted Nicola and her companions gave deep sighs of relief and fell back onto the mattress, breathless and feeling nauseated. For Nicola, however, there was yet more to come as the hooded man parted her long smooth legs. "You two, referring to Carol and Delores, start licking that cum off each other, he ordered. Disgusted though they were, Carol and Delores were too terrified to disobey and began to lick each other's naked bodies. After a moment they settled into a mutual rhythm, and to anyone watching, they acted as if they had always been lovers. "I've really been looking forward to this," he said as he drove his cock deep into her pussy and pounded her mercilessly. By now Nicola just accepted that there was nothing she could do and was only too glad when their mutual orgasm finally erupted. The "Witches" final humiliation came when they were ordered to lick Nicola clean of all the cum on her body. For Nicola it was a strange feeling. Indeed, it was strange for them all. None of them had made love to a woman nor dreamt of such a scenario. What made it even stranger was the softness and warmth was a turn on for all three although none would dare admitted. "Oooh," sighed Nicola as she felt her friends' tongues lick her breasts and finally her nipple. She was unable to resist displaying her pleasure at the wonderful touch of their tongues. Carol and Delores finally stopped when the last piece of cum had finally been removed and the rested on each side of Nicola hoping it was finally over. "Tut, tut. Don't forget, I left my cum in her pussy," said the hooded man and his companions laughed. Wondering if their nightmare would ever end, Carol made her way between Nicola's smooth lower limbs and began to slowly probe her friend's pussy with her tongue. As her tongue drilled through her pussy lips in search of cum Carol could hear her friend moan softly as she continued her unwanted task. Carol was finally satisfied that she had extracted it all but Nicola cried out. "Oh, Carol. Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm almost there," she panted as her excitement reached fever pitch. Thus encouraged, Carol continued and finally helped Nicola to a huge orgasm. "So, so tired," sighed Nicola desperately. "Don't worry, my love. You can sleep soundly now," replied the hooded man and all three were administered a rag with a familiar pungent odour and once again darkness returned. *** "Wake up, do you hear me? Wake up. What the devil are you three playing at?" Nicola was the first to wake and hear the familiar but firm voice of Edward Quinn, eldest of the Quinn family and Chairman of the Board. "Oh, Mr Quinn, I can explain..." Nicola stopped when she realised that Carol and Delores were still sleeping on either side of her and that all three were naked on the bed. She gave a slight scream as she pulled the blanket to cover them. There was a flash from a camera and Edward swung around. "Draw those blinds at once!" he ordered and it was only then that Nicola and her companions, who had by now woken up, realised they were in the king sized bed displayed in the window of Quinn's department store. There was giggling from some of the staff. "Get back to work the lot of you!" bellowed Quinn angrily and then he turned to Harry James. "Seal this area off at once. Let no one down here," he demanded. "Yes sir," replied Harry. Then Quinn turned around to Nicola and the others. "Get dressed and report to my office at once!" he ordered. As the humiliated women made their way to Quinn's office they were all too aware of the delight in staff members' faces. "Mr Quinn, I can explain..." began Nicola. "I certainly hope you can explain this," interrupted Quinn as he played the tape with Nicola's voice confessing to what she had done. Worse was to follow when Quinn produced a sum of money and slammed it on the table. "We found this in your locker. I think it confirms what really happened. What really annoys me though is the facts that you were prepared to allow an innocent girl take the blame. It's just sickening. In my opinion this store is better off with three of you." concluded Edward Quinn. "But, Mr Quinn, we had nothing to do with this" said Delores as the tears streamed down her eyes. "We should have listened to our sister. Sales have plummeted since you three took over, just as she predicted," responded Edward. Sonia, who was also in the office smiled as she stood between her brothers Brian and David. "If Miss Stone has any sense she'll take legal action for what you did. Now get out and don't come back," ordered Edward firmly. A few moments later Chris was summoned to the office. At the same time Sonia, who had gone out onto the department floor, signalled Marie to follow her up to her office on the second floor. After a few minutes deliberation Chris and Marie emerged from the respective offices almost simultaneously. "What did Sonia want?" asked Chris curiously when they met on the floor. "I'm the new floor Manager," responded Marie, still in shock. Chris laughed and kissed his girlfriend on her forehead. "Congratulations," he said. "And you?" asked Marie. "Oh, I'm the new stores Manager. Why don't we celebrate? I'll take you out to dinner and afterwards we can have an early night. What do you say?" he asked. "I do love you, Chris," Replied Marie as she kissed him. And I love you, sweetheart," answered Chris as he held Marie in a loving embrace. From her vantage point of the large window in her office Sonia Quinn smiled as she viewed the young couple. "You always had a soft spot for, Marie, Miss Quinn," came a male voice behind her. "That's because she reminds me of myself when I was her age. I had nobody to help me. I did it the hard way. I just wanted to see she got a good start. Besides, I knew she didn't take that money. So did you," responded Sonia as she continued to stare out the window. Then she turned around. "Anyway, Harry, thank you. Thank you for everything," concluded Sonia. "Believe me, Miss Quinn when I say it was a very great pleasure," Replied Harry James with a sly grin and a twinkle in his eye. He nodded before leaving the office. 'Don't ask and he won't have to tell,' thought Sonia when he left. Outside the office Harry sighed with satisfaction and gave a broad smile as he made his way to his work station.