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 The Little Orphan Boy Chapter 5 By Lee Davey leedavey_1@lycos.com copyright
2009 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved * * * * * This story is intended for
ADULTS ONLY.  It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving
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   Chapter 5 "Go on, do it." "Why me?" "Well duhh, no one else here has
anywhere to hide it have we.  Look all you need to do is slip it into your
jacket packet while one of us distracts the shopkeeper.  Easy." Abi chewed
her lip unsure whether to steal the MP6 player.  It was a nice player it
was true, and with only the one shopkeeper present if one of her new
friends run interference then it shouldn't be difficult to get away with
it. Abi looked at her two new friends.  Mary and Charlene were introduced
to her by her cousin Jenny.  Abi was grateful for her cousin's introduction
given the miserable week she had had so far.  None of the other local
children wanted anything to do with her.  Her foreign accent, strange
beliefs, and most of all her ability to remain fully clothed at all time,
meant that no one particularly wanted to talk to her.  The fact that Jenny
was equally anxious to offload her younger cousin on children her own age,
so that she could go off with her friends was also a factor although Abi
was blissfully unaware of that fact.  Looking at the two girls she realized
they're right of course, I'm the only one who could pull it off.  Both the
girls were clothed in skin tight body suits.  The suits kept them warm in
the mild weather, while leaving no doubt as to the budding maturity of
Mary's body, and the obvious bony immaturity of Charlene's.  Abi could tell
In fact the suits they wore were so tight neither of them could have hid a
stolen credit card let alone a music player.  Nodding in agreement she felt
a thrill go through at the delicious naughtiness of the plan.  Watching as
Mary and Charlene went to the store keeper to engage him in conversation.
She waited when it was clear that the pair of girls was keeping their end
of the bargain she nonchalantly went over to the display.  Taking a look to
either side she quickly lifted the player and tucked it into her inner
jacket pocket and walked slowly to the door.  "Hey you".  The store keeper
looked Mary slowly up and down his disapproval of her tone not to mention
her attitude clear on his Asian countenance.  Mmm it's that trollop and her
friend from down the road.  Quite a pretty girl pity about that star trek
reject suit she's wearing.  Mr Khan thought about his own daughter now 15
and how pretty she looked in the see through diaphanous sari that the
ethnic division of the Regime Institute had developed.  So much prettier
than these store bought clothes that most parents stuck to when dressing
their children nowadays.  "Yes Miss can I help" the politeness of the
professional shop keeper coming to the fore.  "No not really".  Mary shrank
a little at the look the shop owner gave her at her cheeky reply, and
quickly continued.  "What I mean is that I can help you.  The young girl
over there in the corner.  Can't miss her she's the only girl under 18
dressed in the whole town.  No don't look.  Well you see she was boasting
that she was going to shoplift some gear from your stupid store".  Mr Khan
reached under his counter and quickly pressed the camera record button
activating the security system that was installed throughout the shop. 
"Why are you helping?" he demanded suspiciously.  He had long suspected
that these two had stolen from him before but had yet unfortunately failed
to catch them.  "It's our civic duty" Charlene replied piously.  I doubt
that he thought, but frankly I don't care.  He stole a look at the 'thief'
her tense mannerisms now simply shouting shoplifter.  Anger crossed his
eyes, all these people coming in and taking from me.  My insurance premiums
going through the roof.  Look the girl can't yet even be a teenager and is
still allowed to dress like an adult.  I blame the parents, a naked child
is an obedient child, he repeated one of the mantras the adverts promoting
the Regime spouted continuously on TV.  "Miss stay where you are" Abi
jumped guiltily at the voice of the shop keeper.  "Why, I'm just browsing"
"Don't give me that" taking her rudely by the arm he dragged the girl back
to the counter as he called for his wife and son who sat out in the back to
come out.  "Mary, Charlene tell him I've done nothing wrong" Abi begged her
two friends.  "Sorry do I know you" Charlene replied.  Mary leant over and
whispered into Abi's ear as she was dragged past, "Coming over here and
lording it over us you little American slut.  Looking down your nose at us
just because high and mighty little Miss Apple Pie gets to wear clothes,
and waving that Chastity ring saying that your proud to be a virgin.  Let
me tell you, there's no need to make a vow of chastity when you look as
mingy as you." Abi flinched at the anger in the girl's voice regretting now
her denunciations of Mary and Charlene, when they chatted about the Regime
classes they attended, discussing crudely how to make boys come, which boys
were the best lay, and boasting crudely of which of their fathers was the
most endowed.  The two girls laughed and jogged out the store to the
benches outside to get a good view of the upcoming entertainment,
congratulating themselves on a plan well laid.  Abi looked back and forth
as the shop keeper and his wife spoke in a foreign language, then started
crying as she watched their adult son call for the Police.  "Hey Charlene
got your text, what is it?" Charlene smiled as she spotted Jenny walking
along the road her little brother and her other American cousin in tow. 
Jenny's annoyance was clear in her voice.  As soon as she managed to
offload one cousin, her parents lumped her with the other one, and her
little brother, apparently her new role in the family was to be an unpaid
babysitter.  "Just thought you should know that Abi is in trouble" Charlene
innocently explained.  "What do you mean trouble" uncertainty crowding into
her voice.  She knew full well that while her parents did not believe in
spanking their girls usually, but if her cousin, for whom she had somehow
obtained responsibility got in trouble, all bets were off, and she would
likely need a bottom transplant in the near future.  "Oh no" the groaning
Jenny noted the Police car that was now parked outside the shop, her cousin
now inside flanked by the two hulking police officers clearly indicating
the nature of the trouble.  Tell me she can't have been so stupid, doesn't
she know just how monumentally stupid it is to commit a crime as a child in
England.  This isn't the US, there won't be any due process, and she sure
as hell won't get away with a small fine and a slap on the wrist.  Jenny
hurried into the shop.  To one side she saw one of the police officers
looking into a store monitor, before looking over his shoulder at her
cousin and speaking into his radio.  "Move along Miss".  "It's OK I'm her
cousin, what's going on?" Jenny asked the remaining police officer who
guarded the snivelling Abi.  "Well it seems your cousin was caught shop
lifting red handed, open and shut case, all on camera." Turning to her
cousin Jenny gently rubbed the bridge of her nose.  "Did you do it?"
"Snifff...snifff...yes, but they told me to" Abi pointed at the two
laughing girls who sat outside the store watching.  "You fuc.." jenny
quickly remembered the presence of the officer and changed her words, "you
idiot do you know what the punishment is for theft?" "A warning" Abi
hopefully answered.  A braying laugh from the police officer indicated that
this was probably unlikely.  "No, more like a year in a Regime Detention
centre.  And trust me the last place a 12 year old American virgin wants to
go is a Detention Centre".  Jenny shuddered, if only half the stories of
sexual and physical torture were true than the innocent little prepubescent
girl in front of her would be physically and mentally broken after a week
of beatings and loveless fuckings that went on in such places, there was
certainly no way the prudish 12 year old would survive a year.  "Please
Jen, do something" Dan who seeing how distressed his sister was gave an
unusually for the siblings, supportive plea to his older cousin.  "What do
you think I can do.  Look she was caught nicking expensive goods on camera.
She's screwed big time".  Calming down Jenny turned to the crying Abi,
"I'll let your parents know what's going on, don't give me that look,
you'll going to need all the support you can get.  Word of advice don't
resist and do whatever you're told.  The Police in the UK don't take any
shit from uppity children.  Your best bet is to behave, or trust me you
won't know what hit you, or more accurately what hits you again and again".
Abi flinched at the warning her cousin gave.  The seriousness of her
situation hitting home.

   "Unbelievable.  How could you be so stupid.  Stealing, did I bring you
up to be a thief, no I did not".  Abi simply hung her head as her mother
constantly berated her.  The pair waited outside the court room awaiting
for the Regime Judge to decide on her punishment, To one side her father
stormed up and down, unable to look at her Abi realised miserably.  Turning
at the sound of the door opening the 3 walked slowly back into the room as
the Judge's clerk beckoned them in.  It was only yesterday when Abi had
found herself arrested for theft.  When she was taken into the police
Station she was horrified to learn that as a child in the UK she had no
rights.  No right to remain silent, no right to a lawyer, and no right to
due process.  Despite her weak protests that she was allowed to remain
clothed she was quickly stripped searched, told in no uncertain times that
child thieves lose all rights.  Standing naked in the custody suite a
number of other adult suspects being processed watching on.  The police
officers briskly searching every orifice, with little account taken of her
dry bottom or still virginal vagina.  A thick finger with only the merest
suggestion of lubrication forcefully pushed up both hole, no account taken
of her pained cries.  "Would you look at this.  That's something you don't
see every day" the police officer who had just shoved a finger up her
woman's place, displayed to the entire room the blood streaked digit.  Her
virginal blood taken by this foreign policeman in public, and not on her
wedding night as she had dreamt.  The laughing of the officers and fellow
suspects causing her to burst once more into tears, a thin trickle of blood
now seeping down one bare thigh.  Abi was unsure whether to be relieved or
annoyed that neither of the male officers had otherwise taken the slightest
notice of her 12 year old budding body, when they stripped or fingered her,
instead discussing the latest sports results as if her body was of no
interest to them.  Then still naked she was quickly finger printed,
photographed and advised by the custody sergeant that she would be up in
front of the Regime Judge at 9.00 the next morning.  Abi's head spinned it
had only been 15 minutes since entering the police station, and tomorrow
she was going to be in court!  "Where are my parents, I want a lawyer" Abi
demanded for at least the 6th time after she had collected her wits.  "Are
you deaf as well as a thief?  This is not the US.  Child thieves don't get
lawyers, the Regime Judge is there to represent your interests as well as
determine your punishment, so you have no need of a lawyer.  You'll see
your parents tomorrow morning at the Court, if your lucky, if not tough. 
Not shut up" the custody sergeant ordered the girl irritated at her shrill
tone.  She spent a night in the juvenile cells naked trying to cover
herself as much as possible with the small threadbare blanket she had been
given.  In the corner she saw a dirty toilet and shuddered at the mere
thought of being here long enough to have to use it.  Squirming on the firm
plinth that doubled as the cells bed she quietly sobbed and tried to ignore
the cat calls, obscene remarks and sounds of vomiting coming from the other
prisoners, a collection of drunks and petty thieves, coming from the
adjacent cells.  She thanked God for the small mercy that the Regime
detention rooms were kept apart from the adult prisoners.  Woken Abi
stirred and yelped in horror at the weathered face of the custody sergeant
who dropped a plate of cold porridge and colder tea, what passed for an
inmate's breakfast at this police station, on the hard bed next to her
before walking off advising her to eat quickly as she was due in court in
half hour.  To Abi's delight, and surprise, she discovered the clothes that
had been taken from her had been returned and lay in the corner.  Ignoring
the congealing breakfast Abi scampered over and sobbing in relief clothed
herself.  To Abi's relief the local magistrate's court was connected to the
police station by a tunnel, the brief walk through it relatively private.
Passing by the large court rooms Abi was surprised when instead she was
taken to a small innocuous door.  Abi walked into the small room, she had
to double check with the escorting police officer that this was indeed the
Juvenile court.  The room was dominated by a round table.  Taking the seat
the officer pointed to, Abi nervously bit her nails as she awaited her
fate. "Abi...." Tawnee burst into the room and hugged her daughter in a
bear hug.  "Mom" for a moment the two women simply hugged.  "Well what do
you have to say for yourself".  Abi stiffened at the stern voice of her
father who had followed his wife into the room.  "I'm sorry Dad".  "Don't
give me that, I went straight around to the shop yesterday when I heard,
determined that my little girl is no thief.  Yet what do you think I saw
when the shopkeeper showed me the store video.  WELL WHAT DO YOU THINK I
SAW???" "That's quite enough thank you".  Nigel stopped berating his
daughter at the deep female voice that interrupted him.  The voice carried
an air of authority that stopped even the anger of Nigel cold.  Abi watched
the old lady enter sedately and sit down leafing through some case papers.
Abi realised immediately that she was the Regime Judge.  Not by her
clothes, she wore simple street clothes, and not by her looks, if anything
she looked more like a kindly grandmother.  There was though a clear hint
of steel in her visage.  A visage that expected, no demanded, respect. 
"Well then today we have the case of the Crown v.  Abigail Bellows, on a
charge of theft contrary to the Theft Act 1956 as amended".  Abi held her
mothers hand, who returned a reassuring squeeze.  "Well Abigail did you do
it".  Abi blinked at the blunt question from the judge.  She knew however
that due to the trickery of her supposed friends, her guilt was plain.  The
video tape was evidence to convict anyone regardless of whether they had a
lawyer or not.  "Yes Ma'am.  I'm sorry.  It was my friends, I know I
shouldn't have, but I'm..." Abi blurted her admission in a blur before
stumbling to a halt as the Regime Judge looked on dispassionately.  "I see
peer pressure an all too familiar tale, and one I'm afraid carries little
weight with me".  Abi quailed once more at the hardness in the tone, so
different to the kindly countenance issuing it.  "You're an American I see"
The Judge looked at the papers in front of her.  Nigel was aware of the
unpopularity of the US in many parts of the world, following misadventures
overseas and decades of living on debt had caused the great bankruptcy of
2015, a national US default.  A default on national bonds and such like
that crippled not just the economy of the US but also those of Europe and
the rest of the world, interlinked as they were with the US.  The West
blamed the US for the fact that due to the collapse of the economy under a
mountain of debt, the baton of the world's one superpower had moved, from
the often difficult but usually benign hands of the US to the more testing
hands of China.  The UK though was one of the few places where
anti-Americanism was at least muted.  He would not have dared take his
family to France, Central Europe, let alone the Middle or Far East, unless
they pretended to be Canadian in any case.  "Yes Judge but she has dual
American and British citizenship" Nigel interjected hoping that this fact
would weigh in his precious daughters favour.  "Whether British or American
she is a thief.  Do you now what the usual punishment is for children who
steal?" Abi shook her head.  "One year in a Regime intensive education
centre".  Nigel's heart sank, Abi's face drained and Tawnee stifled a moan
of horror.  Nigel and Tawnee had discussed with Michael and Victoria what
might happen to Abi the night before.  They had to their surprise learned
that the Regime was implemented by a lot of families in a much harsher way
then the Bellows did.  Regular beatings, humiliation and sexual.... 
activities, were expected if not commonplace.  And as Michael warned,
juvenile detention centres were there to 're-educate' delinquent children,
not bring them up with love as their parents would.  Such places broke
children.  They would leave even the hardest child both physically and
mentally scarred, and let's face it, they advised, Abi was not by any means
ready for such a fate.  The Judge was despite her appearance a kindly
woman. In fact she never had any intention of imposing such a punishment
for a first offence on Abi.  This child had not even gone through the
Regime as delivered by a loving parent, sending her to a Regime institution
would not be a punishment, it would be a death sentence.  "However, I am
prepared to be lenient.  You are a visitor to this country, and I do not
believe it is in the taxpayers' interests to pay to incarcerate you for a
year, just so that we can deport you at the end of it.  "However nor can I
ignore the fact that you stole from a hard working small businessman. 
Times are tough enough, thanks to the world economic downturn as it is.  I
believe then you should be punished and your punishment should act as a
deterrent to any other children who would be so foolish to steal while I'm
the local Regime Judge".  Abi nodded still frightened at the talk of
punishment, but her stomach had stopped churning when the threat of prison,
where it was clear she would be beaten and raped (legally or not) on a
daily basis, ended.  "Therefore Abigail Bellows you are sentenced to a
public caning.  You are to receive 12 strokes of the Regime punishment to
be delivered upon your naked buttocks.  This caning is to be administered
near to the site of your crime at the public discipline block in the Mall."
Tawnee stood up half screaming "You can't be serious a caning, that's,
that's barbaric".  "SIT DOWN" the judge ordered, causing Tawnee to sit back
in surprise.  "One more word and I will change my mind.  And take my word
your daughter will have more than a little whipping during a stay in a
detention centre".  Tawnee blinked in realisation that despite the horrible
fate that her daughter faced, it was by far the lesser of two evils. 
"Abigail you will present yourself at the store tomorrow at 8.00 a.m.  for
your punishment" the Judge paused.  She was despite Abi and Tawnees's
opinion a reasonable person, and had no desire to make Abigail suffer more
than necessary.  "Abi.  Listen to me".  "Yes Ma'am" Abi trembled.  "The
caning will hurt, hurt a lot.  However your bottom will be protected by a
special fabric covering so you'll not be cut, bleed or even be permanently
hurt.  Pain is just pain and bruises heal in time.  "I know as an American
child you will find being naked in public particularly humiliating, unused
to it as you are, but then it is supposed to be.  But if you take your
punishment bravely all this will be over very soon.  Then you can go home
and get on with the rest of your life".  It took only a few minutes for the
arrangements to be made.  To Nigel and Tawnee's annoyance they were forced
to hand over the familiy's passports to ensure that Abi would attend her
punishment.  Their protests soon died when they were advised that the
alternative was for Abi to be kept locked up in a police cell, at their
expense.  Abi trailed behind her parents as she considered her fate.  She
had not been so much as spanked before, let alone caned.  Yet she was brave
and children throughout the ages had been caned so surely it wouldn't be
that bad.  What she feared most was being seen naked.  It was alright for
these British boys and girls they were used to it.  She had not however
been seen naked, even by her own parents since she was 9 and had developed
a sense of modesty.  Yet tomorrow her budding body would be shown to
everyone, everyone who went shopping, everyone who went to the parade of
shops.  That was what she feared far more than a mere caning.  Tomorrow
though she would learn that the Regime did not deal in 'mere' canings... 
not by a long shot.