The plan was coming together nicely. Weeks had now passed since his ordeal and humiliation at the hands of Liz and Rafiq and Nicky used the time to make the necessary recruitment. It had been risky revealing exactly what the plan was to his prospective cohorts, but Nicky had selected them wisely: four lads from college, late teens, early 20s, he knew would be up for the job, given what the prize was. They met as arranged after dark in the alley at the back of Liz's house, two of them were drinking strong, cheap cider, there were more bottles and cans in the bags they were carrying. "Hope we don't get brewer's droop!" one of them sniggered. Nicky made a sign for them to be quiet while he groped around in the dark for the plant pot under which he knew Liz's back door key was.
"Got it!" he hissed to the others, "fuckin' game on!"
Stealthily, he unlocked the door and the five slipped inside.
The house was in darkness. Not wishing to switch on a light, Nicky waited for his eyes to grow accustomed before groping his way towards the stairs, motioning the others to follow. Outside Liz's bedroom door, he paused. All quiet. Slowly he pushed the door open. By the light of a small table lamp they could see Liz in bed sleeping on top of the sheets. She was wearing a short white satin nightgown, there was a ludicrously large vibro on the bed next to her, she was breathing softly, open mouthed, a glass and a half-empty bottle of vodka stood on the bedside table. The boys filed in silently and stood in readiness around the bed, looking nervously at one another. "Now!" shouted Nicky and they simultaneously piled onto Liz, she woke in panic but a hand was immediately placed over her gaping mouth. Her flailing legs caught one of the boys under his chin, "fuckin' bitch!" he growled as he slapped her hard across her face.
"No!" shouted Nicky. "I don't want a mark on her! I'm not doin' time for this old slut. Now, get her arms tied." Liz was quickly overpowered, her arms tied behind her back, she was rolled over on the bed to face her captors. One of the boys rummaged in a drawer, produced a pair of knickers and crammed them into Liz's mouth, her eyes flashed wildly around. Nicky squeezed her cheeks hard. "Not so fuckin' cocky now, are you, slag?", he spat, full into her face. "Turn the bitch over!"
Liz was positioned face down, her legs pulled forward, her buttocks uppermost, she was breathing fast and hard. Nicky slipped his fingers inside Liz's knickers and tore them open, the garment hung down, limply on her thigh. His fingers and thumb ground into her pussy and anus. Pulling out the gag from her mouth, he leaned in close to her head, "like it, d'yer?" Liz coughed as her throat cleared.
"You stupid bastards!" she rasped. "You don't think you can get away with this, do you?" The boys jeered at her. "Look. Leave now. Leave, right now, and I won't say a word about this, I promise!"