Night Watchman
by Rose Eastmann

1, Bill, the night watchman

Bill was an uninspiring man; he worked nights at a small warehouse by the docks. He had no social life at all; he had tried to build relationships with women but never got past first base. His looks were homely; he was well over weigh and was not the brightest star to be seen at night.

Bill had reached the tender age of 40 without ever doing anything for himself, living at home with his widowed mother, left school at fourteen with no qualifications, drifted from one bum job to another. If you saw Bill in the street, well you just wouldn't see him, you would pass him by without noticing there was any one there.

Bill had one true love, his guard dog, a magnificent Doberman called 'King'. Bill had found he could obtain sexual satisfaction any time he wanted by simply dropping his trousers and kneeling on all fours, King would mount Bill instantly and fuck his ass with a passion. This was Bills only sexual encounter, he was a virgin where other humans were concerned. Bill worked at nights guarding a warehouse, with King, his only friend. Bill looked after millions of pounds worth of computer equipment, he was trusted completely he never saw his supervisor while on duty. Bill worked eight p.m. to eight a.m., sometimes seven days a week, never taking a holiday. The hourly rate wasn't good but when Bill could work 84hrs. a week he was comfortably off. The job was not demanding of his brain or body, just to patrol a pre-determined pattern around the building every hour on the hour, leaving him thirty minutes to do as he pleased each hour.

2, Sally, a fifteen year old runaway.

Sally hadn't known hardship in her life, she had lived with her mother and stepfather in a nice part of Newcastle. Her doting mother catered for every whim and her petulance went unchallenged by her stepfather. It should have been a perfect existence but Sally wanted more, much more. She tested the boundaries every day of her life, pushing, stretching and manipulating her mother and stepfather.

Sally had a boyfriend from a "not-so-nice" part of Newcastle, her mother disapproved of John with a passion but the more she protested the more determined Sally was to see John. Sally invited John to her house one Friday after school, not that she was a regular attendee recently but John would not skip school even for Sally. Sally and John sat watching TV for an hour when Sally noticed the time, her stepfather would be home any minute. Sally took John by the hand and led him up the stairs to her parent's bedroom, she stripped slowly seductively arousing John totally, John wanted to make love to Sally but not like this, he wanted it to be special, not just a quickie. John was the sort of boy who would happily wait until marriage to lose his virginity, John was just about to protest to Sally and ask her to stop when her stepfather entered his bedroom. John protested his innocence but Sally's stepfather would not listen, he punched John with such force that John went across the bedroom and crashed through the first floor window and into the front garden. Sally rushed out of the house pulling on her clothes, she looked at Johns bleeding body lying there, still, on the grass. She looked up at the window to see the anger contorted face of her stepfather looking down. Sally never looked back, she ran as fast as her legs would carry her.

It was dark when Sally arrived at the main railway station in Newcastle, she saw the news stand proclaiming "Stop press, read all about it. Local boy seriously injured in fall from bedroom window. Not expected to survive the night. Read all about it on page seven inside". Sally didn't need to read all about it she was the cause, her games had seriously injured a boy she cared for, only until now she didn't realise how much. Sally searched her pockets and found she didn't have any money, not even enough to catch a train to the next city. Sally had watched far too much TV for her own good, she decided to 'hop the train' she had seen it done in countless films, the hobo running alongside the train and jumping into the open boxcar. She had no idea. Sally found her way to the goods sidings near to the railway station and looked around, no slowly moving trains, no open boxcars, what would she do? An express train passing through the yard suddenly disturbed her thoughts, it was travelling very fast, the noise and the wind frightened her and the lights of the train had revealed her position to the security guard. He shouted to Sally to stop but she took flight. She ran towards the station platform, crashing into things as she ran in the dark. As she reached the platforms edge she noticed a large pile of mail sacks waiting the next trains' arrival, the top sack was nearly empty. Sally grabbed her opportunity with both hands and quickly dived into the nearly empty sack. From her position on top of the pile she could hear the commotion all around her but could see nothing. She heard the train arriving at the platform and felt the two sets of hands picking her up, the porters were talking and one said "This ones going all the way, stick it on top of the pile at the rear of the van".

3, The meeting.

Bill was walking security pattern number eight, anti-clockwise around storeroom one, clockwise around storeroom two and top floor to bottom of the main office block. Bill had maps of each of the eight different patrol patterns but he didn't need them after nearly ten years he knew which pattern would be used for each different hour of each day on the rotating weekly roster. King was interested in the new delivery, very interested indeed. Bill thought it could be vermin, but King had ignored rats and mice for years, Bill never let him chase them and King had lost interest. This was something different, King was interested, he had barked twice, a thing Bill had trained him not to do, "Show me King, don't let the buggers know were on to them" was Bill's usual comment when King barked as a puppy. Bill knew something momentous was happening, he decided to find out what.

Sally had been uncomfortable for hours, she had landed in an awkward position when she was thrown on top of the pile of goods being transported south. She dare not move a muscle in case she was found and the police called. When she was sure she was alone she moved enough to relax her aching bones and fell instantly in to a deep sleep. She awoke when a dog barked twice next to her mail sack, she awoke fast from her deep, deep sleep, it took her a few minutes to realise what was going on, it was totally dark, she was in a sleeping bag that was covering her completely. She remembered the mail sack and again decided it was best she didn't move. She could see a chink of light through the top of the sack where it wasn't fastened correctly, she had pulled the rope into the top of the sack when she climbed in and had held it tight to make the porters think it was securely sealed.

The light went out and Sally decided to wait until a count of two hundred before she would try to escape. She counted to herself and at one hundred and ninety five she decided the coast would be clear. Sally emerged from the sack like a beautiful butterfly stretching her arms as if they were the wings, she shook herself and shivered a little in the cold night air. She clambered down the pile of sacks in the goods van and out of the open door as she dropped down on to the sidings she heard a growl. She turned slowly and saw the sharp teeth of a fierce dog, big and black as night, she looked past the dog and saw a man in uniform standing in the shadows. The man was ugly, fat and bald, he was glaring at her from behind his dog, she saw his hand open and release the dogs leash. She panicked and ran, the dog was on her in an instant, knocking her to the ground. Sally begged to be released but King was holding her arm in his mouth. Bill caught them up and said "Ok you thieving bitch what were you after in there?". Sally said "Nothing". Bill grabbed her arm, he pulled her to her feet and twisted her arm up her back and said, "It's the police for you my girl". Sally pleaded with him not to call the police, she asked him to listen to her and give her a chance to explain. Bill escorted her to his office, this was the first time he had not completed his rounds in all the time he had been working for the firm.

It played on Bill mind that he had left his route unfinished and he had to go back and complete security pattern number eight. But what to do with the girl, he decided to tie her to a chair in his office and sort her out on completion of his duty. He thought she might not have been alone and there may be accomplices to round up, this thought made him work extra fast and with little regard for the girls' comfort. Bill quickly continued his pattern from the point he left and made a flawless completion. He returned to his office and noticed the girl was crying, "That won't do you any good" Bill said, "Tears won't have any affect on me". Bill looked at her bonds her hands were slightly blue and the rope was cutting into her wrists. Sally told Bill she wasn't a thief she just jumped a train from Newcastle and fell asleep. Bill didn't believe her, not for one second but decided to release her from her bonds. Bill asked her why he shouldn't just call the police and hand her over.

Sally thanked Bill for releasing her hands, and looked around the room, she asked Bill if he had anything to eat, Bill smiled and said "Cheeky cow, first you want to steel things now you expect me to feed you too". Sally's eye caught on an early edition of the national press, there were two headlines, screaming off the page. Newcastle lad died in hospital following fight, and a separate article Police searching for Sally Smith last seen running away from home at six o'clock last evening.

Sally went white, she slumped into the chair, she couldn't believe her eyes, John was dead and it was her fault. Sally said, "Please don't call the police, I'll do anything you want if you don't". Bill looked at the girl; his thought process went like this:

She's a young girl, she won't be punished for breaking in here.

Her story would probably be believed.

I will have a lot of paperwork to do.

My supervisor might start bothering me.

I might as well punish her my self.

Bill Said, "Are you sure you will do anything I say if I don't call the police?". Sally nodded he head in agreement.

4, The punishment

Bill told Sally to strip completely, she looked at him defiantly, Bill lifted the receiver of the phone, Sally nodded again. Sally took all he cloths off very, quickly very clinically and stood looking at Bill with one arm across her breasts and her hand covering her mound. Bill ordered her to get on all fours on the floor, Sally complied. Bill took the rope and tied his truncheon behind Sally's knees, he called for King to come, King walked over slowly. Sally looked at King, big, black and menacing, she wondered why King was there. Bill pulled the dogs face between Sally's legs and King sent his tong deep into Sally's cunt, Sally instantly knew what King was doing there! Bill patted Sally's back and King mounted her, King dry humped her backside a couple of times before he found his mark and his massive cock entered Sally's tunnel. King fucked an inch into her cunt and pulled out he hoped a little closer and pushed in an inch and a half, Sally was crying out in pain, She was for all her wanton behaviour still very much a virgin, King was sorting that out for her though. King hit her hymen and pushed harder breaking it and hoping forward again pushed two inches into her cunt, he hoped again and this time all resistance was gone and King was totally inside. Kings eight inch cock was plunging in and out full steam on the out stroke only one inch of his cock was left in, then he would plunge in the seven inches, only to be stopped by his massive knot hitting Sally's small opening. Sally was whimpering in time with the massive cock pounding in and out of her slit, she was in no small amount of pain but another feeling was taking over her, she was shaking, her head was spinning, she was climaxing for the first time. King made another little hop forward and on the in stroke he buried his knot deep into Sally's bruised and battered opening. King was tied to Sally, his knot deep inside her, they were fused, King's movements were shorter now only about one inch either way, Sally felt she was getting fuller and fuller with each push. Then suddenly she felt a spurting deep into her womb the dog was shooting deep inside of her, forcing his dog juice deep into her, this continued for about ten more minutes then King stopped all movement and tried to dismount. He was stuck fast, deep in Sally's cunt, he turned, almost ripping Sally's cunt open in the process. King walked around the office dragging Sally around attached to his cock like a rag doll. It took thirty minutes to release Sally from King's massive cock, Sally was relieved, she laughed out loud as she plopped to the floor, she said, "I thought I was going to be stuck there all night". Bill thought she had had enough punishment now, even though he wanted to fuck her, to break his cherry on her but he thought, enough is enough. "Right my girl, you can go now, just don't come back here" Bill said, Sally looked scared, "Cant I stay here for the night?" she said.

Bill looked at Sally as she explained her trouble, her stepfather killing John, her being looked for by the police, everything. Bill looked over the newspaper at both articles, noticed the dead boy was caught in a knife fight at a local pub, and that John was recovering in hospital. He closed the paper and put it in his sandwich bag, he agreed with Sally she was in serious trouble, the police were bound to blame her when the truth came out. Sally begged Bill to help her and he agreed, they walked around to the lower basement in the main office block, Bill unlocked a strong door and showed Sally in the room, it was Spartan, some cardboard boxes and paper was all the room contained. Bill said Sally could stay locked in the room each day and he would let her out each night and bring her food, in return for her allowing him and King to fuck her every night. Sally agreed readily, she had only had sex the once, it was with King but she knew there would never be anything to beat it.

5, The epilogue

Sally has been living in the cellar of the main office building for two years now, Bill never makes his rounds any more, and they are both happy. Bill brought Sally a mute dog for company during the day. She has no cloths, she doesn't need them, she is always ready for King or Bill to fuck her, tie her up beat her, she is a total slave, Bill's slave. Bill got her to write a letter to her mum apologising for what she has done, telling them not to worry about her she was being looked after by the kindest man in the world.

Bill is looking to buy a house for he and Sally to live in together, he will drug her and move her at night and the house will look exactly like the basement of the main office block, Bill is going into the dog breeding and training business. Sally will train all the dogs to fuck Bill will make a fortune and he will live happily ever after.