The fair had been in town for a couple of days. It was only a small affair but in a tiny mining village environment it always created a bit of a stir with kids and families from all over coming to enjoy the fun. There was no big top, this was a very small village and the fair had to set up on the waste ground that everyone used as a football field and there was not enough room for any of the major travelling fairs to set up. This was one-armed bandit territory, dodgems and a caterpillar. By squeezing the rides together they managed to get an entire funfair onto a very small piece of ground.
The local kids had it best; they could get to the fair every night, even if they could not afford to go on the rides. The guys who ran the rides chased off the youngsters and chatted up the older girls. They were foreign and exciting, with tattoos and greased back hair; and the girls mothers would certainly not have approved which unsurprisingly made them doubly attractive.
Jackie and her friends had been to the fair once already but the lights and the music made it impossible to avoid and the next night they were there again. They wandered around arm in arm, flirting with the guys on the rides, occasionally accepting free rides if they were offered and trying to avoid having to pay with a kiss or a grope.
Although they tried to play it cool the noise and the neon were intoxicating for young girls from a small mining village background. They met up with relatives and school friends; groups formed and split and formed again in the dust and the smells and the noise. Boys claimed girls and girls laughed about the macho performances of the guys; throwing darts, shooting air-rifles and generally trying to compete with the fairground guys for the girls' attention.
The occasional fight broke out between a lad from the fair and one of the locals when one of the unspoken lines of demarcation were crossed or when one of the local girls appeared too interested and a boyfriend objected to wandering foreign hands under the caterpillar cover; but these were infrequent and only added to the general spice and excitement the fair generated. Jackie had become separated from her friends and was quietly walking around, not really going anywhere or trying to find her friends, they would show up at some point. She didn't really see Alan until he suddenly took her arm and began walking her towards the darkness at the edge of the fair.
He held her arm so tight that her feet were almost off the floor as he frogmarched her away. The abduction was so quick that Jackie was outside the circle of noise and lights that was the fair within moments. Only ten to twenty yards from the back of the last ride and they were in the relative quiet and dark of the trees that edged one side of the fairground.
Stopping just outside the edge of darkness Alan spun her around and pressed her up against the trunk of a tree, a movement so sharp that it almost knocked the breath out of her. With practised hands he unbuttoned her jacket and pushed it back onto her shoulders.
"Hang on a minute," Jackie spluttered but Alan paid no attention to her protests and without further ceremony he began to undress her in earnest. She struggled ineffectually a little at first but he was determined and strong. Pulling her blouse from her skirt he quickly flicked the buttons open and in one movement pushed it back off her shoulders with her jacket.
With a growing sense of panic and unreality she looked down at the top of her breasts shining whitely in the reflected neon glow. Above the smell of toffee apples and onions, she could smell beer and what she guessed was cheap aftershave.
Brushing away her half hearted attempts to stop him he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She recognised that he was not drunk. She looked into his face as he paused to admire her growing nakedness, he simply wanted to undress her and he was doing so with a quiet, grim, determination; she realised that what she wanted was actually irrelevant to him,
Watching her eyes he hooked his finger under her the bottom of the loosely hanging bra and lifted it up and over her breasts. She tried to struggle but he held her firmly against the tree. With his eyes locked on to hers he cupped her breast, fondling it and moulding it in his palm.
Jackie found she could not break the eye contact; she was like the proverbial rabbit in the car headlights. He moved his hand slowly between breasts, trailing his fingers lightly over her erect nipples, pulling gently on them until she could feel the familiar weakness in her knees.
He continued to work on her breasts and nipples, pulling and stroking, until her struggles stopped. He was quietening her like he would an animal, petting and stroking. His hand dropped from her breast and slowly and sensuously stroked her stomach just above the waistband of her skirt; slow easy movements of his fingers that made her shiver in the darkness.
Without asking he worked her skirt around on her hips until he finds the zipper and unzips it. She struggled briefly again but he just leant forward and held her firmly up against the tree. Her panic rose as her skirt fell loose around her hips. "For God's sake, someone might see!"
"So?" He replied, the first words he had spoken to her since his abduction began. "They'll only see you naked. I'm still fully dressed. An' if they like what they see and they ask nicely I might even let them join in. We've done that before haven't we, and you didn't object then. In fact you seemed to like it as I remember." Jackie blinked uncertainly but his blue eyes never wavered, she knew he was more than capable of carrying out his threats. With a movement of his hand her skirt was pushed to her ankles.
"For fucks sake Alan!" Jackie protests feebly.
He looked down the length of her body and with a deliberate and easy casualness that took her breath away he hooked his fingers into the front of her knickers and pulled them down over her hips and down her thighs.
