Date: Fri, 4 May 2012 08:52:25 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Vigilante. Part Four.

            This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All
comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

            Part Four

   I only picked at my dinner but felt a bit better after breakfast,
especially when I was told that I could go home when Lucy came. She had
been told that she should bring in some clothes for me in any case.

   So it was with an awkward hug that we gave to each other when she
arrived in the late morning, a bit dark under the eyes and I knew she had
spent half the night crying. She helped me dress, though we didn't bother
with stockings or panties. Skirt, blouse, shoes and a coat were sufficient
and so dressed, I said goodbyes and gave my thanks to the nurses and sister
who had looked after me and I left with Lucy and we got a taxi home.

   She hadn't done anything for Sunday lunch so she went out and got a
Chinese takeaway that we ate, and then went to bed and made love as best as
we could with my arm sticking out and getting in the way most of the
time. Lucy also had her first orgasm during that session we had and she lay
back with a flushed face and a happy expression.

   `I didn't think it could be so good,' she said dreamily. `I think it was
because I thought that I might have lost you.' I hugged her with my good
arm, which was awkward as I normally slept on the left hand side of the
bed, so it was strange to be on the other side so that my left arm was out
of the way.

   `I love you more than life itself,' I said giving her an equally awkward
kiss, `but I'm glad for you.' She snuggled up closer to me and stroked my
breasts for a little while before she spoke.

   `You know you made a mistake back there in the hospital.'

   `What do you mean?' thinking I knew what was going to come out.

   `About Mrs Heathers.' This threw me a bit.

   `I'm not with you on that,' I said.

   `When I read out that bit in the paper about an old lady being mugged,
you asked if Mrs Heathers was all right. It didn't mention her name in the
paper because they withheld her name until the next of kin could be
notified because she died.'

   `Oh,' was all I could say as I began to cry. Not for myself, but for
that poor woman. It was only when I was able to stop did I then look up to
the ceiling and whisper that I hoped she was happy in heaven and that she
might have looked down to see that justice had been done.

   `Which brought me to thinking that the night she was mugged, you dressed
up in black and went out. You knew that it was Billy, didn't you?' I could
only nod, my mouth too dry to speak. `You saw it was her he had hurt and
went out looking for him?' again I nodded.

   `You found him too? That's why we had to go through that farce about the
falling down the stairs bit, wasn't it?' Yet again, all I could do was nod,
for my tears had now made their way into the back of my throat so I
couldn't have said anything lying there on my back.

   `Why didn't you report it to the police? They would have seen him
punished for it, why did you have to take it upon yourself?' Here I had to
sit up and cough and swallow the water that had come from my eyes.

   `Don't be so naïve Lucy,' I cried. `What would they have done? You know
what a bully he was! They would have had him in court and even if found
guilty, he would be back out again in a few years and then he would have
come looking for me. I did what I thought was right! There's no place on
earth for people who hurt others for their own enjoyment. Do you think I
enjoyed it? I busted up my arm but I avenged that poor woman so that she
may rest in peace in her grave!' and this led me to break down into tears
again and Lucy, bless her heart, put her arms around and hugged me.

   `But there's more,' she said after I had calmed down and after a few
more kisses. `I lay there nearly all of last night thinking back and it
made me very frightened as to what I came up with. Now some people might
say coincidence, but how many times can that be used?' and my heart began
to sink. `Not many people have the experience of being in a place at the
same time as so many accidents or killings take place, yet we have seemed
to have had too many since we've been together.'

   `Lucy, don't. Don't go any further,' I begged.

   `I've got to Sally. I've got to know if...if, oh Christ Sally! I love
you and want to be with you all the time, but I can't keep these thoughts
in my head or I'll go mad if I don't speak out to you.' There was nothing I
could say to that and I had to let her go on, get it off her chest or it
would fester and become a canker between us which I didn't want to happen
for the whole world. I wanted her love and I wanted to keep it, so if she
knew the truth as to the whys and wherefores, she might understand, so I
kept quiet and let her go on.

   `To work backwards so to speak, we went on holiday to Benidorm and a man
has an accident by falling from a balcony. We're at a disco and fight
breaks out and a man is stabbed to death. A man dies in a cinema the very
night that we were there. That's three times we've out been together and
someone has died and to find this link between you and Mrs Whatshername and
the death of Billy Kramner. Bloodstained knife and jacket! What do you
think I thought? Did you do these, or, was it just a coincidence, I've got
to know for my own peace of mind.?' My mind had gone numb at the thought
that she might have gone further than she had, but now I was trying to free
it, to tell her the reasons, the justification for what I had done.

   `Oh Lucy, I love you and would never try to hurt you. But, and I think
you might hate me for saying this, but yes. Yes, I did do as you think, but
you'll have to hear me out and not condemn me without a hearing.' She
started to speak but I cut her short.

   `You left one out. An important one at that because it was he who
started it. My step father.' She gave a gasp and I felt her hand tighten on
my wrist. `You gave your virginity away to a boy you fancied when you were,
what, fifteen? Mine was taken by force when I was only twelve, just a month
after my mother had died. I killed my step father for the brutal treatment
he metered out to me for over a year. Forcing himself onto and into me when
I didn't know a thing about sex.'

   `Oh my poor darling,' Lucy cried as she clutched me to herself, `I
didn't know.'

   `No. Nobody knew how he abused me. Fucked me every time he came home
drunk from the pub. I had a living hell of his dirty fingers probing inside
me before he would get on top and stick his cock inside me. The insult was
that he would pull out at the last minute and smear my stomach with his
outpouring and revel in the fact that he wasn't going to sire another
bastard into this world. For a whole year I suffered his abuse until I
snapped and cracked his head on the side of the bath and drowned him.

   Since then, I've not been able to have a man touch me down below. It
always brings up the sight of Him gloating above me as first his fingers
went in and then his prick. But at the same time, I cannot stand a man who
abuses women in any way, physically I mean. I don't mind a man shouting at
his wife and calling her all the names under the sun. It's when he raises
his hand and causes her pain from his own power in being able to hit and
maim a woman, that hurts me and I just see red and try to do something
about it.'

   `Oh my God!' exclaimed Lucy in a voice that sounded as if she was being
strangled to get those few words out. `My father had his throat cut in an
alley. He was always hitting us, did you, did...? No! No! I don't want to
know.' She cried. `I remember saying quite distinctly that I was glad that
someone had killed him, so I don't want to know. If you did it, I don't
want to know. You didn't did you?' she asked in a very small voice, and
then for the first time I lied to her.

   `No darling, that is one killing that I didn't do. We were living at
Mother Phelps house then, don't you remember?'

   `Of course!' she cried, hugging me again and by Christ did my arm suffer
from that hug. `I'm glad that it wasn't you, but what about the others that
I've mentioned?'

   `You were right. The man in the cinema made me see red when he put his
hand down my front and squeezed my breast. Remember I made us change
seats?'

   `Yes, yes, go on.'

   `Well he moved too and came and sat in front of us. You might not have
heard what he said, but I did, and I wasn't going to have him touch you, so
I did it. The man in the disco tried to rape me on the floor under one of
the tables. It was when his fingers went inside me that made me go berserk
and knife him. Do you remember Mother Phelps?'

   `Yes, a nice woman.'

   `Do you remember that I paid her a visit, well it doesn't matter, but I
did, and I didn't like what I saw when I did. There was this poor woman
half beaten to death, her face was horrible to look at. But she told me her
story and it sickened me that a man who marries a woman out of love and
could then do this, even to his child, well! That was the man in
Benidorm. I think his wife was very pleased when she heard the news.'

   `Oh God, I wish I'd never asked you to explain,' Lucy cried into my
shoulder.

   `You and your mother Lucy, were the best thing that happened to me. It
brought me back from the brink of suicide,' another lie, `for which I am
very grateful. I make no other excuses for what I have done. Just to say
that I will not ever have any man take advantage of me again unless I say
so, nor will I stand by and see any woman or child abused, so help me God.'

   `Oh Christ Sally, I do love you,' she cried, smothering my face in
kisses. `You're my Joan of Arc!' Oh shit, I thought as she started to kiss
my breasts and move further down, what have I started now as I opened my
legs and gave myself up to the pleasure she was giving me. It was more
difficult for me to reciprocate with my arm like it was, but we managed.

   It was four weeks before I went back to work, still with my arm in
plaster. I'd had enough of being at home on my own during the day, though
it was nice at night in bed. I tried to cook her a dinner of sorts one
handed, but generally made more of a mess that took longer to clean up than
it took me to make it.

   So one armed, I did manage to answer the phone and learn to crook it
under my chin while I wrote down the messages. The fact that Lucy had told
them that I had suffered the broken arm in helping a poor old mugged woman,
did nothing but raise me in their esteem.

   I had that bloody plaster on for just over three months before the
doctor said that it could be taken off, and wasn't it just glorious to be
able to scratch that bit of the arm that you'd been unable to reach for all
that time. It also enabled me for the first time to use the fingers of both
hands to please Lucy in our love making as well as my mouth and tongue.

   I also then continued with my driving lessons, the confinement so to
speak, hadn't impaired what I had already learned and was pleased to be put
forward for my driving test the day following my eighteenth birthday which
I passed and was then entitled to a full driving licence.

   Lucy had come to accept my killings that she knew about and made no
bones about telling me how much she loved me and that she loved what I did
in this respect. What alarmed me was that she wanted to become an active
part in what I saw as retribution, what I saw that made me boil and become
angry enough to get to the point of committing murder, that she wanted to
help and be involved is what frightened me.

   I loved her dearly but wasn't that sure if she knew what a toll it would
take of her mind. I knew myself that I could shut off the rights and wrongs
of taking someone else's life if there was a justification for doing so,
but the killings still did come back at one time or another to haunt
me. What I feared that she might not be able to cope with it as I had had
to do for the past five, no, nearly six years.

   It was at her insistence that we both went down with the flu, as what
she told the estate office, when a trial came up of rape so that we could
sit in the public gallery to listen to the case. Though the case was lost
through lack of evidence and witnesses, we both, after hearing the woman
describe her ordeal and of the man's cocky remarks, came to the conclusion
that he did in fact rape this poor girl, and it was at Lucy's urging that
we decided to look more closely at this fellow.

   We knew of his address from the outset in the court and it didn't take
us long to find out his usual haunts and hangouts in the evenings. Now me
with the breasts that I had was more than enough bait for the most stupid
of fishes, and he was one of them. It was only two weeks after being found
not guilty of rape that he tried to rape me. Well call it entrapment if you
want, but when a woman says no, it means no.

   We'd left the pub after an evening of drinking and he got me into a
corner of the car park after telling Lucy to fuck off, that he tried it
with me. My blouse was torn and he had my breasts out and was still trying
to get under my skirt before I stuck my knife in him. It was not a killing
blow but enough to get him off me to lie on the ground squirming in pain as
he clasped his stomach. I pulled the knife out of him as Lucy came out of
the shadows to stand beside me as he writhed on the floor.

   `Here,' I said to Lucy, passing the knife to her, `you wanted to take an
active part, here's your chance. Either stick it in his heart or cut his
throat.' I must say she had guts, because she took the knife from my hand
and I waited with bated breath to see which option she would choose. Then
without hesitation, she bent forward and slit his throat and I went and
held her tight as we watched the blood spurt and then stream from his cut
jugular and I took the knife from her hand and wiped it on his trousers
before putting it back in its sheath.

   Lucy shuddered as we watched his death throes and she said afterwards
that he had deserved it. We got into the old banger that I had bought and
drove off back home.

   It wasn't until we were in bed that the full horror at what she had done
hit home and she cried and clung to me and it was only my love making that
calmed her down, but next day, she said that she was all right now and glad
that we had rid the world of another rapist.

   So apart from being lovers, we became a pair of vigilantes for the
abused women of London. Not that we discriminated, we also included those
who abused children too. Over the next year we despatched one woman and two
paedophiles that warranted a death sentence. The woman was charged with
killing her own child to which she pleaded not guilty, but we caught her
between court hearings and after admitting her guilt to us, we executed
her. The two men were easy to catch and do away with, but we created a
problem for ourselves in the way of our modus operandi.

   These knife attacks had become apparent and it was noted in the press
that these abusers of both women and children were being killed off by a
person or persons unknown by the use of this type of weapon, and this was
now leading them to the conclusion that it was a woman behind these fatal
attacks.

   I won't say that we revelled in these bloodbaths, but we did keep the
adrenalin going till we were in bed together and had great sex for the
whole of the night till the skies began to get grey from the approach of
daylight.

   Our sex life had never been better and we lived life to the full. We
didn't need a man to give us satisfaction, as we had enough of it
ourselves, between us, and we loved each other the more for the doing
so. But it was a time to call a halt to our method of justice, for the time
being that is. We'd built up a nice little nest egg with the commission on
our house sales and wages and only spent a modest amount of that. We took a
quiet holiday in Greece, a holiday where no one in our vicinity suddenly
died like in an Agatha Christie story.

   Then it was back to England and work and I think it was Lucy who now had
a blood thirst and didn't like me letting so many obviously vicious men go
free as it were. I maintained that we had done enough for the time being
and now had to sit back for a while as some of our exploits had been
reported in the press and that was the last thing we wanted. It was during
this interim period that I turned and became a professional.

   It was difficult to persuade the people that led up to it because you do
not really believe or take a chance on people you have never met who come
up with saying that they knew of somebody who would do the dirty deed and
leave you in the clear.

   But I did eventually manage it, though it seemed to go in stages as you
will see. Lucy and I now had quite a bit of money to be able to enjoy
ourselves, meaning that we could afford to go to clubs and the like in the
city. Not to pick up men, but just to see how the other half live and,
above all else, have a good time.

   We were chatted up all the time, but we made it quite clear that Lucy
and I were an item. That we were labelled as lesbians didn't affect us in
the slightest. In fact, it somewhat enhanced our reputation that this
lovely smaller bosomed broad with a less beautiful but bigger bosomed broad
could not be separated seemed quite a challenge to the males that we
encountered. So we, as we became known, began to get invited to drink at
tables where the men would then do their utmost to separate us, but to no
avail.

   It was at one such table in a night club that one man, a bit gone in
drink, said that he wished that someone would do away with his wife and
make him a very happy fellow. I've not gone into the details that led up to
this statement, but that was the crux of his moan.

   `Well I know someone who would do it for a thousand pounds,' I said
quite airily, having had a few drinks myself. I should have kept my mouth
shut really, but then, I wouldn't be where I am today if I had.

   `Who would do that?' he asked.

   `Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. I just piss the details over
through a drop and it gets done, `I hiccuped. Yes, I did say piss instead
of pass, but don't forget, I was drinking as well.

   `How do I know that I can trust you?' he slurred.

   `You don't. But you know who I am, so you could always take it out on me
if it isn't done.' Now Lucy and I had been going to this club fairly
regularly for some months now, so we were not exactly unknown. The upshot
was that he would give his money to a third party and that when the job was
done, the money was to be passed over. I argued that at least half of it
had to be passed over or the guy wouldn't do it. Stalemate, but he went my
way in the end.

   So I got my first contract. I don't think I could have done this sober,
but that is bye the bye now. It was also during this interim period that I
called it, that Lucy had taken driving lessons and was now a qualified
driver too, not that it has any bearing on what we were about to embark,
but I thought I should mention it anyway or you'll think it strange later
when she does happen to be able to drive a car.

   The following week this man turns up and gives me a photograph, an
address and five hundred pounds, the other five was held by someone we both
knew.

   `How long will it take your man to do this?' he asked.

   `Within a month,' I replied, and then went on as he was about to butt
in. `He has to look things over first and make sure that you're not
anywhere near when, or whatever happens.' This was enough to shut him up.

   `Who are you going to give it to?' Lucy asked on the way home. 'How can
you approach some man and say do this and pay whatever you'll give him?'

   `Don't be so naïve Lucy, we'll be doing this. You wanted in, well you're
in now,' I said. So for the next two weeks we watched from either the car
or on foot this woman that we were going to hit. On the fifteenth day, I
stole a car from a housing estate near us that some stupid woman had left
the keys in and drove up to North London and killed the woman in a hit and
run accident. The car was abandoned near a tube station for us to get back
home and Lucy wasn't too happy at what we had done, but, there again,
neither was I, but I had to set my mark somewhere to get started.

   We turned up at the club the following week and was paid the balance of
our money. A year and three jobs later it was ten thousand, and the person
who hired the friend of Sally, knew that the job would get done. When they
were told this new price they wanted to know why.

   `The young man had now realised his true worth and proved it. You are
now paying the going rate and for those who trusted in him to begin with
got the benefit at the discounted price.'

   `What we are doing is wrong,' protested Lucy the next night in bed as we
kissed and touched each other. `It's immoral.'

   `Lucy, I lost my morals when I lost my virginity. The earlier ones were
out of duty. Now I'm working for myself. I want out of where we are
living. I want a better place for us, a bigger place, a place of style and
luxury. Do you want to continue living in that backwater street?'

   `No, but...'

   `No buts Lucy. If you love me as I love you, you'd do all you can to
give me the best as I want to do for you.' Then I went down on her and that
stopped the argument for awhile. Mind you, we still did the odd unpaid job
for the community in that year by knocking off one mugger and another
rapist. Though the local rag screamed out the headline of a vigilante, I
must say that those particular crimes dropped to almost zero for which many
letters went into this rag to applaud whoever was doing it. The police said
that they would stamp down on this as he, the vigilante was not to be
praised by taking and being the law, into his own hands, it was their
job. My, didn't this remark get a lot of unwelcome press when it was
reported that they had pressed only thirty two cases out of four hundred
plus without getting even a twenty percent guilty charges made against the
offenders. Popular opinion was against them at that stage.

   After our first five professional hits, things began to get serious. I
know and have no excuse for any of those first five. They were made for the
wrong reasons except for me to get money and gain credulity in doing what I
knew I could do. But now I was turning down more than I would accept on the
grounds that it was pure and unwarranted jealousy on most parts. If it was
a wrong, in my eyes, then I accepted the contract. Again, there are many of
you who would be saying by what right did I have by giving judgement over
others. What does a judge in the courts of law do now? He has to do what
the jury say, though you can be sure, because he knows the past history of
those that come up before him, and would send down more than ninety per
cent of the cases if he had the chance. Well I did, and I metered out
justice where it was called for, except as I have said of those first five,
though three of them I might have done for free as the case had been proved
by their own actions.

   But I came to a watershed as people were now bantering my name around of
being able to get things done, and this I didn't like, even though they all
assumed I was fronting for someone else. I had to put a stop to it and
there came up against a stumbling block as to who do I trust and how far
would they go to protect me? The answer was no one, so I had to devise a
systematic series of dead drops.

   As it was now a matter of me picking which jobs to do, the time factor
was dropped, so the postal service came into play here. Mind you, it still
cost money to set up but it could be monitored.

   Those in the know at the club where I first started would put the
request in the post to a drop which would happen to be a shop that also had
a sub post office. One boy would go in to collect any mail that was for me
under a different name. If there was something, he would collect it and
then by moving round the store pass it onto another boy who would put it
into another, already prepared envelope for another dead drop. He would
then present this package for posting and pay for the stamps and that would
be it at the first drop.

   There would be no apparent connection between two different boys, one
collecting and one posting, but the same would happen again at the next
drop and it was only at this second one would I be there to collect the
mail from the boy who collected it, again it being passed to me as I moved
along the shelves.

   Only one man at the club knew where to collect my answers from, and as
he got nicely paid, he didn't want to jeopardise this little income, but I
had also let it be known to him that if he spoke out of turn, he would
never ever be able to walk anywhere with looking over his shoulder.

   We did two hits that year. The first being a bigamist and it was the
wife, (how did she get in touch with those in the club?), as she would
rather have his life insurance than to have him exposed as a bigamist and
bring her into ridicule. The second one was again to prevent scandal of a
promiscuous wife from bringing this rather prominent man from the fate of
being labelled a cuckoo as well as possibly losing his position in the
government. The first was a sexual set up where I throttled him as he got
across Lucy. The second one was a boating accident where she unfortunately
drowned. In both cases as learned later, the insurance companies paid up
and everybody was satisfied, except those dead, said Lucy in one moment of
inebriation, which she seemed to get into after we had killed someone.
Where I wanted sex after this act, she wanted to get drunk, so she did hers
first and I got mine second, and somehow it was better as she wanted to
lose herself inside me.

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