Home Front 1942: The Second Act

[Moneytalks]

Maisy...

Maisy was trembling. She knew she must look pale as a ghost because she suddenly felt very cold. She'd never really seen violence like that before.

The look in Deak's eyes when he'd punched that boy. She thinks perhaps that scared her more than anything. At least he'd listened to her and was walking away now.

Thank goodness. She swallowed hard trying to calm herself, too afraid to even look back.

Thank goodness Deakon was there. What if those boys had...

Suddenly she felt herself pulled backwards by her arm. The fingers digging hard into her soft flesh. She screamed in shock once, before she felt a filthy hand cover her mouth. Her body pulled up hard against the boy who held her. The ring leader was standing now, leering at her before focusing on Deakon.

"So chicken, running away? That ain't fair now is it? We still wanna play, don't we boys?" The other two snickered.

Maisy struggled frantically, clearly scared out of her wits. She managed to bite down on the boy's hand and was rewarded with a growl of pain followed by a punch to her abdomen which had her reeling over and coughing for breath. The boy held on to her easily enough. Winded now, she stopped struggling. The boy holding her took advantage and felt her chest rudely before securing her in his embrace once again.

Her wide blue eyes watched helplessly as the boy confronted Deakon. They were eyeing each other up like two wild dogs. The boy struck first, his fist aiming for Deakon's face. Deak managed to avoid it easily, ducking to the side and aiming his own fist at the boy's side. The boy took the punch and swung round, this time making contact with Deakon's already wounded cheek.

Maisy started to struggle again. The other boy helped his friend keep her under control. Each holding one of her arms as she watched helplessly.

 

[ariosto]

The place was jumping. The little bar was crowded with sailors off the big cruiser as well as the local clientele out on a friday night with war inflated wallets.
Jack shouldered his way to the bar and managed a pale smile at Grace.

"Hang on sport, it's crazy here tonight!"
She grinned at him while filling steins of beer.
"Where's Toni?"

"Damned if I know...gimme a whisky and soda when you get a chance okay?"

"Sure...hang on."
*Jack here without Toni...odd... and the tone of his voice...*

He knew Earl Tarlbut was down the bar aways but made no move to approach him.
There was animosity there and Jack always felt hje was under a magnifying glass when the big cop was around.
It was probably just the ex-con in him...chip on the shoulder stuff.
Oh well....

"There y'are Jackie love...hard liquor tonight huh?
Something wrong?"

He smiled, Grace had a way of making everybody feel good.
Someone to confide in...
He was about to bare his soul when the commotion outside broke loose in a real 'donnybrook'.

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy...

Still winded she wasn't in any condition to be struggling, let alone escaping the clutches of the two boys. One blonde, the other a darker shade of blonde, both filthy, both mean.

The boys watched their ring leader take a punch before returning one of his own.

The boy holding onto Maisy looked over at the bar. It was jumping and it was also a hang out for men. Men that were tougher than them and men who might not take kindly to the action happening outside.

"Johnny, we should take it down town man!" The blonde holding Maisy warned.

The blonde saw that Johnny wasn't gonna stop this fight for anything and motioned to his accomplice with a nod of his head. The two boys dragged Maisy unresisting down a dark alley and kept on moving.

Maisy slowly realised they were moving her and forced herself to focus. She attempted to struggle but found them both holding her tight and so her feet unwillingly moved her onwards.

"W.. where.. are you taking me.. please, please just let me go! I won't say anything, I promise!" She tried pleading with them. Maybe they wouldn't hurt her, let her go.

"HELP ME! SOMEBODY PLE..." She attempted to scream out realising perhaps that her only real chance was getting someone's attention. Unfortunately the blonde didn't take kindly to her noise and elbowed her in the face, hard. She felt a blinding pain and heat fill her head from her cheek and jaw and the haze that filled her mind helped her black out and escape for the moment what was happening.

 

[Gareman]

Here's Johnny.....!

Entering the "Tradewinds", I survey the place. Feeling the locals eyeing me my skin begins to crawl as I find a seat at the bar.

"What'll it be ?" a voice rings out, breaking my haze.

I recognize Grace immediately but read her blank expression and realize that she has no clue about my identity.

"Beer," I respond and begin to look around.

My eyes pass from one stranger to another, trying to put names to faces and failing miserably. Just as I'm convinced that my efforts are futile, I see someone....

"Fuck!" I whisper to myself. If it isn't Earl Tarlbut, a face I could never forget dispite by best efforts. And I'm sure when he catches sight of me, the feeling will be very mutual.

Grace returns with my brew and Earl's gaze follows her.

"Here you go, sweetie!" she says casually, placing the beer before me and taking the money I had laid on the big wooden bar.

Our eyes met....

Earl recognized me immediately and his disdain was evident. I looked away, but felt his eyes boring into my skull.

Taking a long drink of my beer, I notice that Earl is again distracted by Grace...something I take note of immediately. What a nice looking woman would ever see in such a man was beyond me...but maybe she had never had the pleasure of meeting the real Earl Tarlbut like I had.

As I continue with my beer, I hear a ruckus to my right and spin around to see two men scuffling just outside the door. Without a moments hesitation I jump up move to the exit...

 

[Messalina]

Grace Anderson

Grace watched Cap and Jack Becker run out the door of the bar with the young sailor close behind. She shook her head, wondering what someone put in the water around here lately. There hadn't been this much excitement in Fair Harbor since old Mr. Wilson's goat got into Mrs. Farnsworth's garden back when she was twelve. Things like this just didn't happen around here.

Most everyone else had wandered out to watch the commotion, and Grace took the opportunity to wipe down the bar and wrestle with a fresh keg of beer to put on tap. Her attention was drawn to the door when whatever was going on outside the bar was suddenly punctuated by a girl's scream.

Wiping her hands on a bar cloth, she slipped off her apron and went out to see what she was missing.

 

[Gareman]

Moving quickly, I pass Earl and the other man and bolt through the doors. Two things I'll never pass up are pussy and a good brawl and this looked like a great opportunity to mix it up. As I fly out the door, I notice one guy putting a pretty good beating on the other and immediately move in to lend a hand.

Grabbing the aggressor by the shirt, I pull him up and spin him up against the building. His eyes, filled with rage, meet mine and I feel an immediate surge of adrenalin blast through my veins.
Profanity spilling from his mouth; he begins to flail his hands in an attempt to punch me. He's a pretty good sized guy and I know I have to make an impression quickly so I take a healthy swing and catch him just over the left eye.

The feeling of my hand striking bone stings slightly, but I've been in enough battles to ignore the temporary pain and follow-up immediately with another blow. Swinging low, this one strikes his mid-section and drives him forcefully against the building.

I notice a large crowd gathering and catch a glimpse of Earl and the other guy running down the alley, but force my attention back to the situation at hand.

As I square myself around, I notice something shiney in my opponnts hand and immediately recognize it as a knife. Now I know I'm in a real fight and as he swings the blade in my direction, I jump back; out of the way of the sharp instrument. His follow through gives me a chance to make my move...and I grasp his wrist, twisting his arm up behind him and applying pressure. The pain I'm inflicting is too much for him and he drops to his knees, begging me to stop.....

 

[Tibxo]

Deak

It has happened so fast.

One minute, he is walking away with Maisy. The next, he finds himself facing the tough again.

Then they are duking out, fists flying everywhere. Then, just as it seems that Deak is getting the upperhand, a lucky punch sends him spinning to the ground...

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy...

Maisy sure as rain, had never been punched before, and now that she had she knew she didn't like it. She was still reeling from the loss of breath and the pain. She let the two boys continue to drag her down the alley and then through a doorway. She was slowly coming to grips with what was happening and she was scared witless. She wasn't stupid. She knew the boys wouldn't think twice about hurting her or worse. It was the worse she couldn't bear to think about.

Finally one of the boys spoke.

"I don't think they're following us. Looks like Johnny managed to keep 'em busy!"

"Yeah..." the other seemed uncertain.

"Well, where are we gonna take her?"

"Dunno, don't want the rest of the gang to get their hands on ‘er until I've had a taste. She probably ain't even been broken in yet."

Unable to stop herself Maisy sobbed at the words she heard.

"Please, please, just let me go, I swear I won't tell where you are, I won't tell anyone anything!"

"Shut up sister, we ain't afraid of you talking... we just wanna have some fun... you want us to have fun don't ya?" He sniggered.

Maisy looked at him helplessly, then looked around the dark building they had taken her into. Desperately she searched for an exit. Maybe if she screamed, she thought, but she feared being punched again. Still if she didn't, anyone that may have followed wouldn't find her.

So she screamed for all she was worth.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Toni Moore

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Toni played with her root beer float, pushing aside the froth on top and poking at the ice cream with her straw. The determined look on her brother's face was a direct contrast to the way she thought of him. He was only a boy, dammit! He should be playing football and going to the drive-in with his girl. He shouldn't be going off to god knows where to fight any wars.

She wished Jack hadn't taken that job in Boston just now. She needed him. Needed him to hold her in his arms and tell her that everything was going to be all right. That everything was all right.

"Tone? Toni?"

Startled from her thoughts, she looked up at her brother. Frankie was looking at her with concern.

"Sorry, pup. Just got into a fog there for a sec. How 'bout we go for a walk? You just about finished?" Toni knew the answer without looking and pushed her mangled float in front of him. "Do me a favor, champ and finish this off for me. Waste not want not as mom always says."

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy...

Maisy's scream was cut off abruptly as one of the boys elbowed her in the face. Luckily the pain didn't have much time to register before she blacked out.

"That's better, geez but this broad has a set o' lungs on her!" The blonde laughed.

"Now we'll have to carry 'er..." The dirty blonde sulked.

"Hey, she don't weigh that much, and quit complaining, she looks like she'll be worth the extra effort."

The dirty blonde seemed to cheer up at the thought as they continued to carry her further into their own turf.

 

[Tibxo]

Deak

Getting up, Deak wipes his blooded lip as he watches the newcomer forces the tough to the ground.

"Come on, Maisy. We are going..." He stops. "Hey?? Where is Maisy?"

He notices that the other two are gone too.

Running up to someone in the crowd, he asks if she has seen Maisy. She hadn't.

Those other two must have taken her!

It doesn't take a genius for him to figure what they are going to do to her if they have the chance.

Ignoring the hero from the bar, he heads off down the only direction that they could have taken her, the alleyway...

 

[Tibxo]

'Slim'

'Slim', the dirty blonde, takes his unconscious captive into a small, dank room and throws her on a large sack.

"I want a bit of this before we go any further." He says to Joe, the other youth.

"Slim? Is dat a good idea? You know what Johnny's like."

"Yeah?" Replies Slim. "Well he ain't here now is he?"

He is glad he ain't here. He always get sloppy seconds!

"But..." starts the other.

Angrily, Slim turns on his friend. "Well, if you got a problem..."

No way is he going to pass up this booty!

"N-no, Slim." Joe says, backing away. "T-take her. I ain't saying nuthin'."

Satisfied with Joe's answer, Slim turns his attention to his victim, his eyes shining lustily as he starts to undo his pants.

He pauses.

"What are you? Some sort of perv?" He says without looking back. "Get out of 'ere. Go and guard the door or somethin'."

"Sure, Slim." And Slim listens to the sound of footsteps moving further and further away.

At that moment, the girl comes round.

"So you are awake, are ya, sister? Well, you are just in time for a snack." Grinning, he quickly pulls open his flies and fishes out his erection which is growing by the minute. The girl's eyes bulge as they take in his dimensions, causing it to stiffen even faster.

"Bet you ain't seen anything like this." He breaths as he climbs on top of her...

 

[captainb]

Chief Talbrut

Things were happening fast, almost too fast. Earl had rushed out of the Tradewinds, part of the mob that seemed to erupt from the building in response to the woman's scream. He saw Deak struggling to get back to his feet, and Johnny (what the hell was he doing back in town?) punching out one of the toughs. Beyond the bobbing heads of the milling crowd, he saw Maisy being dragged away. He barreled after them, but by the time he reached the alley they had disappeared into the blackness.

A red film lowered over his vision. Not again! he thought and hurtled into the alley. The image of Sophie rose unbidden, and he snarled and smashed the crates aside that blocked his path. He reached a miserable damp intersection and scanned around him, listening to other footsteps catching up behind him. He didn't have his gun; he never carried it off-duty. That'll change, he thought, and wrenched a length of wood off of the remains of a box.

A scream echoed from his left, cut off quickly. He reset his grip on the impromptu club and lumbered forward, head down and eyes slipping side to side, straining to follow where his ears led him. What the hell is happening to this town? Goddammit, this is turning into a fuckin' war zone all by itself...

Something creaked nearby and Earl froze. A dark figure slipped out of the shadows and stepped into a puddle, moving cautiously. He didn't know who it was, but he was definitely up to no good and Earl was in no mood for niceties.

The figure heard him coming and turned, raising a hand. There may have been a weapon, or he may have just been warding off the approaching fury. Earl smashed the club against the outstretched arm. One of them cracked, likely the suspect's arm judging by the howl of pain. It choked off quickly as the police chief slammed his weight into the body, burying it between his bulk and the brick wall.

"Sli..." The other's shout turned into a choking cry as Earl's fist slammed into his kidney. The hand holding the club pressed against the tough's head.

"How many others?" he hissed into the man's ear. "How many?"

"Wu...one..." the other groaned. "Don't..."

A footfall crunched to their left and Earl swung around, the man held up as a shield. But it was Deak, his shadowed face recognizable nevertheless. Something passed between them as their eyes met, and Earl swung the body around and delivered a blow to his belly that lifted the other completely off the ground before he crashed back into the filthy stream in the center of the alley. He turned and shouldered through the doorway the other had come out of, feeling Deak follow right behind him into the dark building.

 

[Guest]

Maisy...

Maisy's head was pounding and she slowly came too. Her face felt like a balloon and then she focused finally on the boy standing before her with the leer on his face.

He was doing something and she looked down naturally to where he was opening his pants. Maisy watched as if in a trance. Her mind not quite believing this was happening to her.

"So you are awake, are ya, sister? Well, you are just in time for a snack."

Grinning, he quickly pulls open his flies and fishes out his erection, which is growing by the minute.

Maisy's eyes bulge as they take in his dimensions, causing it to stiffen even faster.

"Bet you ain't seen anything like this."

He breathes as he climbs on top of her...

Maisy sobs trying to struggle but her head is pounding loudly and she's so scared. She feels him pressing against her, pressing her into the dank sack. Her senses filled with the filthy sweaty smell of him. His hands mauling her breast through her top before roughly ripping it off her.

She cries softly turning her head away from him. This won’t do, so he slaps her hard bring her face forward again. It is then that she realises what his intentions are.

"Nooooo…." It is a soft moan of denial. His hand comes around her jaw forcing her mouth open. She struggles now, bucking her hips but he is straddling her chest and her efforts are futile. Her ears are ringing and the disgusting sight of his penis looming above her makes her want to vomit. He smears the tip of it across her cheeks and lips and she screws up her face at the smell of it. He’s snickering, then his hand laces her throat and she suddenly has a flash of fear. Will he kill her? She chokes and then he pinches her nose shut causing her mouth to open involuntarily. He shoves his erection into her mouth and she gags on him. He let’s her nose go and her nostril’s flare as she desperately tries to take in air. She can’t believe it. She feels so degraded. His thing is in her mouth. So disgusting. He humps at her face forcing it deeper. Her hands reach out instinctively to push him away. She is choking on him as he shoves himself into her throat. She dry-retches as her body tries to expel him.

 

[ariosto]

Jack saw immediately it was going to be a hell for leather donnybrook. Bricks and broken bottles were all ready appearing as the violence escalated.
*Poor Grace* he thought as he extricated himself from the crowd.
*Hope she has a tavern left when this is over.*
His adrenaline was pumping and his hands were clenched in fists as tight as oak knots but Tarlbut was somewhere in there and the last thing he needed was to give cop a reason to haul him in.

A few blocks away the noise died down, sailors were lined up in front of the theaters and the USO club.
He wondered if he'd see Toni somewhere...wondered if she was being just the pleasent 'hostess' of Fair Harbor...
Wondered if...

"Jack!"
The greeting caught him up short.
It was Carmody.

"What are you doing here?...Thought you'd be in Quincy by now."

Becker jammed hids hands in his pockets.
"Plans changed Mister Carmody.
Do you know what Toni's doing tonight?"

The older man grinned.
"Why she's out on a HOT date m'boy."

Jack's face fell.

"...With her brother!"
He clapped Jack on the back.
"They've gone for an ice cream, that's what her mother said anyway."

A thousand pounds fell off his shoulders and Jack broke into a broad smile.
"I bet she's at the diner then. I could use some coffee...come on, I'll treat!"

"No thanks Jack...you have fun. I made other plans for tonight."
John Carmody watched as Becker walked away and then turned in the opposite direction. He was already late and Toni's mother was expecting him.

 

[Tibxo]

Frank Junior

Being a considerate and caring brother, Frank quickly polishes off the float in record time.

"You haven't lost your appetite I see." Remarks his sister. Frank just grins as he wipes his mouth.

*********

"So, are you taking Maisy to the Dance?" Asks Toni as they make their way down Far Ragut Boulvard in the direction of the Tradewinds Bar.

"I suppose."

"Suppose? You mean you haven't even asked her??" Toni says as she stops to look at him.

"I-I'm not sure. I can't remember?" Frank says lamely, embarrassed at his confession. Thankfully, at that moment, he sees Jack coming up towards them...

 

[Tibxo]

'Slim'

Slim groans as he feels her hot soft mouth envelope his hard shaft, one hand on the back of the girl's head, forcing it forward while the other now grapples with her bra which quickly breaks, leaving her breasts to his not so tender mercies.

Roughly, he takes a tit in his dirty paw, feeling the soft tender flesh under his palm, the nipple hard against his skin.

"Hey, you like this, don't ya, sister?" He grins as he grips it tighter, hearing her give muffled groan in response. Unable to talk with her mouth so full. "You ain't so nice and sweet, are ya? Does ya boyfriend know that you are really just a little whore?"

The girl can only moan again as he continues to plummet her mouth full of his cock, while he mauls her breast, his dirty fingernails digging in deep.

So engrossed is he playing with his new toy that he fails to hear footsteps coming up behind him...

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy...

This was some horrible nightmare. Maisy thought, this couldn't actually be happening.

Yet the pain and the stench and the foulness of that thing in her mouth bellied that futile thought. She had never felt so humiliated, degraded, scared or shocked in her life.

That THING kept on pushing into her mouth choking her. She felt herself wanting to vomit. Her stomach heaving, and all the time the boy was taunting her. Telling her she liked it, that she was a whore. Was she? She started to cry. Tears falling down her cheeks as he continued thrusting into her mouth. Deeper until his pelvis pressed into her face. She struggled to breathe. She was panicking now. He was moaning above her and she felt him pulsing. A foul sticky fluid flooded her throat and then her mouth and tongue as he eased back. She started coughing and retching, trying to rid herself of the vile taste.

Sobbing she turned away from him. Hugging her naked chest to herself. She felt so violated.

 

[Tibxo]

Frank Jnr

"Frank! Frankie!"

Frank sees that it's Brad Roberts, the neighbour's kid. He almost runs into them but manages to stop just in time.

"What's the matter, Bradley?" Asks Toni.

"It's....(puff)...it's...(puff)...Maisy...(puff)" He gasps.

Frank suddenly feels cold.

"Maisy? What about Maisy? Has something happened to her?" Again asks his sister.

"They...reckon she has been grabbed at the Tradewinds Bar by some the kids from Kelly Street."

That's in the rough part!

"Chief Talbrut's gone after her."

But Frank is already running...

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy...

"You ain't so nice and sweet, are ya? Does ya boyfriend know that you are really just a little whore?"

"Does ya boyfriend know...?"

"You are really just a little whore?""

"Does ya boyfriend know...?"

"Does ya boyfriend know..."

The words continued to taunt her. Rambling in her mind. Frankie. Frankie. How could she ever look him in the face again? Oh God!

His hands were mauling at her clothes. She struggled to move but her limbs were frozen with shock. She watched transfixed as her skirt was torn from her body.

It's funny what things started running through her mind. Her skirt, it was one her father had bought her for her birthday last year. For his little girl he'd said. She sobbed again.

His hands were pulling at her panties.

"Nooooooo..." She moaned hysterically struggling against him. He was only one person but his hands seemed to be everywhere. Her struggles only seemed to help him remove her now completely torn clothing. She shivered from the cold air in the dank room, which now kissed her practically naked body.

"Nooooooo..." The same monosyllable was all she seemed capable of for the moment. He was laughing at her. His breath was hot and nauseating against her face.

 

[Moneytalks]

Slim...

There was a loud bang as the door slammed open. Slim looked up and heard someone entering the building.

"Shit!" He cursed glancing once more down at the delectable naked girl before him. He pulled up his pants quickly and ran for it.

"Check you later sweetheart, I've got so much more in store for you!" He taunted as he ran for it. Through a small broken piece of board in the dark corner of the building. He certainly knew his way around.

Maisy rolled into a foetal position crying hysterically. Only wanting to hide from the world right at that moment.

Still the boy's words penetrated her frightened mind.

"Check you later sweetheart..."

 

[Tibxo]

Deak

Deak deliberately holds back as the police chief enters the building, his face a mask of pure rage.

"Fuck!" He says quietly to himself.

His attention is then caught by a figure emerging from around the side of the building. It is the blonde tough. Standing only yards apart, the two of them look at each other before the tough, turning, runs off down another alley.

Deak does nothing to stop him. Instead he enters the building, a large warehouse with a small room in the back. In it, he sees Talbrut trying to console a sobbing Maisy. Slowly approaching, he watches them, his eyes completely cold even as his face shows concern...

 

[captainb]

Chief Talbrut

There was no one else in the room. Earl had circled Maisy, peering into the dark corners for any movement. But nothing else moved except her shaking shoulders.

"Maisy, it's Chief Talbrut," he said, the calmness of his voice in stark contrast to his prowling stance. "Everything's okay. You're safe." The words were numb in his mouth, but he didn't know what else to say. Satisfied that the attackers were gone, he looked at her, then quickly looked away. She needed a covering. He shook out a sheet that covered an old chair and knelt next to her. With a stone expression, he placed the dirty cloth over her naked back and shoulders. She flinched at his touch, pushing herself away while dragging the sheet tighter, a fresh cry erupting through her tears. He grimaced and looked at the broken wood in his fist, then tossed it aside. "We'll get you someplace safe, Maisy. We'll get you to a hospital and then home."

He looked up quickly as Deak approached. He was staring at Maisy, the look on his face full of concern. Earl clenched his jaw as Deak stopped next to them, and he stood up next to the boy.

"We need to get her to a hospital, right now," he said quietly. "I don't want to lose that guy in the alley, and I need to get a search started right away for the other one." He stared at Deak, not liking what he saw in those eyes. They continued boring down at Maisy. "Deak," he spoke sharply. The eyes swung up to his. "Right now, she needs someone she can trust. If that's you, then you need to get her out of here. Now."

Earl stepped back and looked at Maisy again. Deak knelt next to her and she folded into his arms. Earl looked away, distinctly uncomfortable both with her anguish and with the rage that boiled within him. Deak started to rise with her in his arms, and Earl rolled back through the building, out to where the punk had staggered twenty feet down the alley. It was a pity that, in the dark, Earl misjudged which arm was broken when he grabbed him to drag him back to the street.

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy...

Maisy felt the sheet being pulled around her and instinctively flinched even as she heard Chief Talbrut's calming voice. When she'd looked up he held a piece of broken wood in his hand as if he were about to beat someone with it. He threw it aside and tried consoling her.

Next thing she knew Deakon was holding her. Lifting her up. She was too tired and afraid to fight him. She was so ashamed, but this was her big brother. He would take care of her. He wouldn't make her feel any more dirty than she already felt. She curled up in his arms and let him hold her. The only sound she was capable of was soft sobbing as she pressed her face into his shoulder.

 

[Tibxo]

Frank Jnr

Frank skids to a halt outside the Tradewinds Bar, his eyes frantically skimming the faces of the crowd who had gathered outside the club, looking for his girl. His hopes are soon dashed when he can't find her. It is then he notices that as the crowd become aware of him, they go deathly silent.

"I'm so sorry, Frank. You must be so worried." Says a woman, filling him with alarm.

What? What has happened???

"There she is!" A voice shouts out and the crowd parts and out comes Maisy wrapped in the arms of her "brother", Deak.

For a moment, a surge of jealousy runs through his body at the sight but then concern rapidly overwhelms it and he runs over to them.

"Mai, honey! You okay???"...