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5. Hastings Branding.5. Hastings Branding.Some years ago I was a resident of Hastings Sussex, amongst other things I had an allotment and a young couple used to have a plot near mine, (well she did really he just had a deckchair and watched!)She was a pretty little thing and like all men when the wife was not with me I spent a bit of time chatting her up, nothing serious just in passing, but we built up a sort of rough friendship, her partner [I thought hubby] was an out and out layabout of the first order.Anyway one day she was on the plot, he was not there so I offered her tea and as usual took my seat in the greenhouse fronted shed. Anyway she came over but strangely would not sit, so I asked her why not and she said it was her brand she couldn’t sit.Now me being me laughed and said she was joking! “Not a bit of it” she said “If you don’t believe me I will show you in a day or two as it`s covered with a dressing at the moment!” Anyway tea over, off she went and a day or two later again over tea being a nosy bastard and wanting a squiz at a nice arse I asked about the brand, was she serious. She looked round, no-one about, then went into the shed end of the greenhouse beckoned me in and shutting the door, dropping her trousers and knickers she bent forward and there on her nice little arse was tunceli escort not one but two brands. One on each cheek, and red raw newly burnt in they were the sort that older men used to mark their tools, about 1 ½” high and deep, the mark of the chap she was ‘married’ too. The letters DW on each cheek, never more would she wear a bikini!I was gob-smacked; tearfully she faced me as she re-clothed herself though not before I noted the rings in her labia and the tiny padlock securing the two lips together.The kettle sang and I poured tea for us both, and we sat a moment and I asked her why she had had it done and about the padlock.Her reply was that Dez, that`s the git I thought was hubby, had insisted on the padlock when they got together as he said no one else was sharing his meat. He had pestered her since then to have his brand, till finally she had agreed to a very small one as she believed he was her partner for life and she was so in love.She then told me somewhat tearfully the whole story; He had said he would arrange it and one late evening at the allotments two of his “mates,” had arrived just as they were packing up. They had tea then went to one of the lad`s dads shed on the other side of the gardens the remote end.The smooth talking bunch put a gas blowlamp uşak escort on and Dez told her to strip off her trousers, and knickers, alarmed now she was not happy, with the other lads being there.He laughed as he said that “they were there to help and he had traded a screw apiece for their help!” She tried to protest but found herself outnumbered and intimidated and had to fulfil the promises of her partner. Dez unlocked the padlock, saying she had agreed, so not to Complain or he would leave her.Each in turn heated the brand behind her back, while All three had her, taking it in turns doggy fashion, her on her belly over an old 45gallon drum suddenly she realised she was being held down by the two “friends” Dez shoved her knickers in her mouth as a gag and then there was the sudden fantastic heat of the brand, she quickly (and fortunately,) passed out from the pain she said never having felt anything so intense.The agony had been beyond anything she had ever endured, but still they didn’t let her up, Dez fingering her he said “to take her mind off the pain.”He then appeared by her head showing her the now glowing brand, her terror must have been palpable as he reheated the brand moved behind her and again plunged it onto her skin. Again her body shut down by blacking van escort out, when she came too he and the lads had roughly re dressed her, her padlock was back on and she was in screaming pain having near bitten through her knicker gag.They took her home; allowed her to bathe then dressed the burns after having shown the lads the scars. She had been made to give them each a BJ, then the ‘helpers left. A few days later she had met me working gently on her plot.Now I ain`t no knight in shining armour but I am man enough to be less than happy though she begged me not to say anything which she had me promise to do.For her I said nothing but believe every dog has its day.She soon perked up and was back working on the plot luckily Dez and I were lucky enough to not cross paths or either of the boys, for a while. Anyway a month or so later the girl was tearfully working on her plot, tea and sympathy extracted the details that he had left her, saying she was damaged goods and he was off, luckily our paths have not as yet crossed though I am always hopeful.However the assistants did and shall we say they were told; one now limps for some reason and his mate points with his second finger nowadays.Unfortunately the girl was so devastated by the mental damage she went for a one way swim, her body being fished out by the local lifeboat a day or two after. Her distraught parents, have never been enlightened, to save their memories of a nice k**.A sad story but totally true, as to Dev, well his day will come as I am a firm believer in what goes around comes around.
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