The Little Orphan Boy Chapter 5

The Little Orphan Boy Chapter 5
By Lee Davey
leedavey_1@lycos.com

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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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.