UK Politicians Dark Secret Exposed in a Shocking Tale of Dogging and Betrayal

All the characters hereby depicted are fictitious and not based on any UK politicians who indulge in dogging.

Julia the reluctant Dogger

“Dogger, Fisher, German Bight,” intoned the BBC man as he read the shipping forecast. James chuckled at the words as he carefully drove the sleek Jaguar along the winding Yorkshire road in the soft summer moonlight .

Julia looked up from her Kindle at the sound of laugh and asked "Are we lost?” as she realised they had left the main road and were driving down a narrow track hemmed in by trees and bushes.

“No,” James replied without taking his eyes off the road, “Change of plan.”

“Oh for gods sake what change of plan? I need to get back to London!” she protested, “I have a full day tomorrow, where the hell are we?”

“A local view point and beauty spot, where the local doggers have assembled to meet you!" he said as he slowed the sleek Jaguar to a gliding halt.

He pulled on his chauffeurs cap, stepped from the vehicle and opened the rear door grabbing her arm and started to drag her from the car, “Get out, and strip!” he ordered, “Time you met some real people instead of those pathetic wimps you hang around with, you have fucked the taxpayers for long enough it is high time you were taken down a peg or two, its time you were fucked by the Taxpayers instead of you fucking them!”

“Oh don’t be so pathetic!” she whined as s tried to fight him off.

“Do you want to wear that again?” he asked as he grabbed at her top, “Or shall I tear it off?”

Julia stared at him as her eyes tried to acclimatise to the darkness, the moonlight flickered as the overhanging branches moved in the slight breeze while the clustered lights of Halifax twinkled in the distance further down the valley “Why?” she asked uncomprehendingly.

“Because if you don’t take it off I’ll tear it off!” he ordered, “And you’ll look mighty stupid hitch hiking home naked.”

Julia swallowed, she struggled to make sense of what had happened to her in such a short time, less than an hour ago she was drinking port at a dinner party, a parliamentary under secretary, a politician on her way up the greasy pole, chatting to the rich and famous as equals or so it seemed and now her chauffeur had betrayed her and delivered her to a secluded spot where it seemed a crowd of voyeurs were hiding in the shadows.

“Look Mathieson, don’t be stupid,” she blustered trying desperately to retain her composure.

“Wrong, wrong name,” he replied, “Mathieson went on sick leave last month and you never even noticed.”

“You all look the same, from the back,” she explained.

“Funny,” he replied.

“Look I have money!” she said hopefully as he released his hold on her arm, “How much do you want?”.

“Sod the money," he snapped, “This is about screwing the bitch who is screwing the British people!”

“Really, you sound like some drunkard boasting in a pub, but really, is it worth going to jail for?” she asked quite reasonably, “Aggravated rape?”

“You surely not suggesting that you would involve the Police,” he hissed, “I’ll say it was kinky sex, I’d been fucking you for months, we decided to go dogging, get it?” added quite reasonably, “Go on, take it off nicely, it looks expensive, wasted on an ugly bitch like you though.”

The words struck her like a sledge hammer, she knew she was a bitch, at least her public persona was that of a union hating sadistic bitch, but she had done modelling at Uni, she worked out, played hockey went rowing, she wasn’t that old, he was not being fair!

“Look don’t hurt me, and use a condom for gods sake!” she said, “Its Allenby isn’t it, James Allenby?”

“So why call me Mathieson?” he asked, “Because I’m a piece of shit maybe?”

“No, of course not, but.” she blustered.

“So get naked!” he ordered.

“Can’t we just do it in the car?” she asked.

“You don’t get it do you, you bitch?” John sighed, “You’re a bitch, this is a dogging point and bitches don’t wear clothes they just wear a collar and leash.”

“So?” she asked.

“You’re a bitch, get naked,” he replied.

“Help!” she shouted suddenly, no one moved, “Help!”

“Don’t waste time, get naked, get fucked, go home, nice hot bath, nice wank tomorrow is another day,” he said.

”Look, at the very least this will get you suspended,” she insisted, ”Are you sure it’s worth it, have you have thought his through?”

”Time for speeches is over, time to get naked,” he insisted.

“OK!” she said, as he grabbed at her top again, she tried to undo the buttons her hands on the jacket of her smart suit, she slipped the jacket from her shoulders and handed it to him, he let it fall to the floor.

“Hang it up yourself bitch!” he ordered, “Chuck it on the seat or something!”

Shaking she picked the jacket up and threw it on the car seat, and began to unbutton her blouse slowly playing for time, “Hurry up,” he said and stepped forward again to pull her skirt down.

She threw the blouse on top of her jacket and stepped out of her skirt before turning to face him.

“That’s enough,” he said, and before she could breathe a sigh of relief he added, “I’ll cut the rest off.”

His pulled his knife from his pocket, a Stanley knife, a retracting blade craft knife with a hooked blade like an evil hawk’s beak which glistened in the moonlight, he hooked it in the waistband of her pantihose and hacked through the elasticated top, “Please!” she gasped as she felt the cold steel.

“Don’t worry,” he said and he turned to stand behind her, he cupped her left breast, she felt the knife blade at her nipple.

“Oh lord no!” she pleaded as she felt the fabric tear, but the pain did not come, he merely hacked a hole in

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