CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - Calling of the Pact

Two days later… Saturday 1st April …

9:00 am

Sylvia Sparelli was at home in her Chelsea apartment. She had been up and dressed for two hours now, but had only just got round to opening her morning mail. Today was her thirty-fourth birthday and she felt slightly disappointed at only receiving three cards. One card was from her parents; another from her sister; and the third from an old school friend who lived in Littlesea.
Sylvia sighed. Here she was, now thirty-four years of age and without a boyfriend, or for that matter any serious contender for her affections. For a moment or two she considered what might have been, then told herself that she was being over sentimental. Even from her childhood days, the life she now led was how she always wanted things to be. She was a free agent, with no strings attached, and had far too many good things going for her to be distracted or put off by the presence of the opposite sex. She placed the three birthday cards above the fireplace, and gave the antique clock sitting beneath a big glass dome, a little dust with a rag.
As Sylvia dusted the silver candlesticks to either side of the mantelpiece, the old clock at the centre chimed nine o'clock. She looked around the spacious room. Everywhere in the expensive Chelsea apartment gleamed a clinical spotless. The antique dining table and chairs sparkled, the Persian carpet looked immaculate, and the leather easy chairs and sofa looked as brand new as the day they had been delivered. On reflection her mood changed and she smiled. She had worked hard all her life for this. This was just how she liked her place to look, and how life should be.
Sylvia made a note of the time and put away the duster. The chimes had reminded her that she had to go out soon. Despite being a Saturday she had an important engagement to attend at ten o'clock that very morning. She had called an emergency meeting of 'Cropwatch', an organisation opposed to the growing of genetically modified crops, and a Saturday seemed the best day to get everybody together in a hurry. The fact that it just happened to her birthday came secondary in the consideration.
Sylvia Sparelli was the chairperson of the organisation, and she had some disturbing news to pass on to its members. Three days ago, late on the Wednesday evening, their London delegate, Gayle Jackson, had mysteriously disappeared, and all the evidence suggested foul play. The police had already been to her flat and interviewed her at some length, and now they wanted to speak to anyone else who had contact, or was considered friendly or close to Gayle. All this she wanted to put to the remaining nine area delegates, who, along with herself and secretary Laura Bennett, formed the executive committee of the organisation. She was pretty sure that Gayle's disappearance had nothing to do with the organisation, but all the same it was important to keep all the members informed.
The telephone rang and Sylvia crossed the apartment to a small antique Georgian table by the door.
She lifted up the receiver and answered: "Hello, Sylvia Sparelli speaking."
"Happy birthday Sylvia," came the reply.
Sylvia recognised the voice immediately, it was Davina Townsend, her old school friend from Littlesea.
"Davina!" she exclaimed. "How nice of you to call."
"Thirty-four today!" sung Davina. "You've caught up with me again Sylvia... congratulations!"
It was not surprising that the two woman were of the same age. They had gone all the way through school together, from infant class to college days, and since then had always kept in touch.
"I got your card Davina… it came this morning… thank you… it was very nice," said Sylvia.
"Oh good!" remarked Davina, "I only posted it yesterday, and I wondered if you'd get it today."
"And how's the baby doing?" asked Sylvia switching the subject.
The last time the two woman had spoken to each other was about a month ago when they met at Davina's house in Littlesea. It was then that her old school friend had revealed that she was pregnant for the first time.
"Oh coming along nicely Sylvia," replied Davina. "I'm over the worst of the morning sickness and the bump's beginning to show now."
"Oh that's lovely Davina, and is John happy about it all?" asked Sylvia.
"John is absolutely delighted," responded Davina. "In fact he's over the moon… I think that maybe we should have started a family much earlier,… he's already talking about having three more afterwards… and I'm thirty-four now for Christ's sake!… what does he think I am?… some sort of breeding factory?"
Sylvia laughed, but deep down a passion stirred. The realisation that she was now getting on in age, and had no real family of her own to speak of, made her think about all the things she was missing. During the short pause she glanced across the room and saw that time was pressing. She needed to be away pretty smartish if she was to be on time for the meeting. Perhaps another couple of minutes chat with Davina, but that was about all she could afford.
"Look Davina, I've not got long… I've got to be away soon… I've got an emergency meeting to attend," she explained. "Can I phone you back again tonight and we can have a longer chat then?"
"I guess so," replied Davina, "Why what's happened Sylvia?… What's the emergency?"
"Oh we've had one of our girls from Cropwatch disappear. The police believe she's been abducted. She was walking through a park, on her own, late at night. They think she must have been abducted… they found the glasses she was wearing broken on the path," explained Sylvia.
Davina's thoughts turned immediately to the traumas of her own abduction some three and a half months earlier, when she herself had been taken prisoner and held against her will by a teenage psychopath.
"Oh dear, that sounds awful," said Davina on hearing the shocking news.
"It does sound bad," answered Sylvia, "and the police are getting nowhere as yet. They want to interview all my members. They think there may be some possible leads there, but they also want to make sure that everyone is protected from now on. They don't want to take any more chances just in case someone's got a vendetta against us."
"I see!" remarked Davina thoughtfully, then asked: "Who's this girl then that's disappeared, and where's this park she was in? I don't think I've seen it on the news, or read anything about it in the national newspapers."
"Her name's Gayle Jackson, and the park's in north London, close to the university she's attending," explained Sylvia. "Gayle's been our London delegate for two years now, and quite an asset. But as for hearing about it, it only happened last Wednesday night, and she wasn't reported missing until after lectures the following day. There was a little bit in the London evening press on Friday, and I think there might be something out today in the national newspapers, but I haven't read anything as yet to find out… however, I think the police are going to make a televised appeal shortly, so I guess you'll get to hear a lot more about it from now on."
"Well I do hope everything turns out all right for you at the meeting Sylvia, and the police find this girl pretty quickly," said Davina.
She was going to add that she fully understood what the poor girl must be going through, but decided against it. It was something from her past, and that charming Dr. Lang had convinced her that it was nothing to worry about anymore.
Sylvia looked to the time once more. She really had to be going.
"Look Davina… sorry… but I must run… my meeting's at ten o'clock and it takes three quarters of an hour to get there," she said and sounding rushed.
"Okay Sylvia, I'll let you get off then… Happy birthday anyway… that's what I really called to say," said Davina.
"Thanks Davina," replied Sylvia. "Tell you what, I'll call you back this evening, say after eight o'clock, when I'm not so rushed."
"You do that then Sylvia," replied Davina. "I'll be in all evening."
"Thanks then… goodbye Davina," said Sylvia.
"Goodbye Sylvia," added Davina.
With the conversation over, Sylvia put down her phone and moved to the hallway to put on her coat and hat. On the other end of the line, Davina put down her own receiver and immediately became pensive. She was wondering if there was anything she could do to help her old school friend. Still deep in thought she crossed the room and found today's newspaper resting on the dining table. It had been delivered but not read so far this morning. She thumbed through the pages and found a little bit about a university student's disappearance on page seven.
There was not a lot more to be said. Gayle Jackson was an eighteen year old student attending a university in London. She had last been sighted walking alone through a park near to her university late last Wednesday night and had not been seen since. The police were appealing for witnesses to come forward, and were currently interviewing all her close friends and fellow students. And that was about it, there was nothing more to report.
Davina looked at the time. It was about a quarter past nine in the morning. She recalled that her friend, Georgina Watkinson, a woman police constable, was on duty from ten o'clock today. The two women kept in touch often. She had only spoken to her yesterday, and she was certain that was the time she had said.
Davina moved swiftly to the phone and dialled Georgina's home number.
The phone rang just once before it was answered.
"Hello, Georgina Watkinson speaking," came the answer.
"Ah! Georgina,… Davina here… I'm glad I've caught you," said Davina.
"Good morning Davina, I was just on my way out to the station," Georgina told her, then added: "What can I do for you?"
"Have you read the newspapers today? About a girl that's been abducted in a park in London?" asked Davina.
"I think I heard a little bit about it down at the station," replied Georgina honestly, "but it's not on our patch, so we're not involved."
"Well, is it possible that you can find out a little more about it?.. find out what the police know and are not revealing?" asked Davina.
Georgina thought for a moment.
"I guess so Davina… All our computers are linked up now, so I might be able to find out a little bit more about it,… but why?" asked Georgina.
"The missing girl is a colleague of a great friend of mine, and I was wondering if we could do something to help," explained Davina.
"What?.. You mean call the pact together,.. you, me, Tracy and Wendy,.. just like we said we would?" asked Georgina.
"I'm not sure about going that far as yet Georgina,… but if necessary why not?… We did all promise to fight this sort of crime didn't we?… and as yet we've not done anything about it," said Davina.
Georgina thought for a while. They had a great deal of money stashed away in a bank that had never been touched. It had been dedicated to the sole purpose of tracking down abductors of the fairer sex, and it was about time something was done with it. Furthermore, this sounded very much like the sort of crime they had all pledged to fight.
"Okay Davina, I'll find out what I can… and how about us all meeting up this evening after six o'clock when I come off duty? We can all meet by the castle. Can you get Tracy and Wendy to be there?" asked Georgina.
"I can do that Georgina, let's say six-thirty then shall we… on the bench next to the castle… I'll make sure everyone is there and waiting," agreed Davina.
"Okay Davina, that's all settled then… I'll go straight from work to the castle and meet you there… and hopefully I can find out a few more facts about the case," agreed Georgina.
"That's fine then Georgina," said Davina, "We'll see you at the castle this evening then."
"Yes, see you this evening Davina… goodbye, look after yourself," said Georgina, and put the phone down.
Davina did likewise, then dialled another number. This time it was to a cottage on Castle Point.
Suddenly a feeling of excitement buzzed through Davina's body. She had not expected it to be anything like this. Just fifteen minutes ago she had been making a routine courtesy call to an old school friend on her birthday, and now, here she was, calling the pact together.
She wondered what adventures lay in stall for them all?

6:30 pm

Davina arrived on Castle Point to find Wendy and Tracy already sitting on the bench overlooking the sea. It was a beautiful spring evening and, being the mating season, the seagulls on the cliffs were particularly noisy. She parked up her Japanese estate car next to the castle and walked the short distance along the cliff path to join the girls.
As Davina arrived, Wendy was snuggled up in Tracy's arms with feet stretched out across the bench. She straightened herself out, and moved to sit in an upright position. Davina sat down on the bench, on the spot where Wendy's legs had been resting.
"Evening girls," greeted Davina as she settled down on the bench. In her arms she carried several daily newspapers.
"Evening Davina," replied Tracy and Wendy almost in unison.
Davina was about to explain that it would be best to wait for Georgina to arrive before getting the discussion going, but the sound of another car approaching made her turn her head and look behind her. She smiled as she recognised the car. Georgina was right on time.
"That's Georgina coming," she said. "hopefully she's got some information for us."
The three girls sat on the bench and waited for Georgina to join them. She greeted them with the same: "Evening girls," then took up her place on the bench over on the opposite side to Davina, and sitting next to Tracy.
"Well girls,… been waiting long for me?" asked Georgina as she settled down and unbuttoned her jacket.
"We've said nothing, I've only just arrived," Davina informed her, and leaning forward so as to speak across the bench.
Georgina had changed out of her police uniform so as not to be conspicuous, and was now wearing casual clothing. She had with her a large envelope which she opened and removed several sheets of A4 stationery.
"I've found out as much as I could," said Georgina, "It's not a lot, but it may be of some help."
Tracy and Wendy, seated between the two older woman, both looked confused. Neither had a clue as to what was going on.
"I'd better do a bit of explaining first, before you give us what you've found out," said Davina. "Tracy and Wendy are still in the dark as to what we're up to."
Georgina nodded her head. "Go ahead then Davina, you start us off then," she said.
Davina cleared her throat and began to explain: "Right girls, we've called the pact together, for we think we might have a case to solve… This morning I telephoned a friend of mine who lives in London… It was her birthday and I wanted to wish her many happy returns of the day… anyway, whilst speaking she revealed that a colleague of hers had mysteriously gone missing… a young girl of eighteen by the name of Gayle Jackson… the police reckon she's been abducted… at least all the evidence points that way… she was walking through a park late last Wednesday night when she was attacked… well that's what they think anyway… she was wearing glasses at the time, and they found them broken on the park path… since then I've purchased a few newspapers and I've got these to show you… there's not much in them… but they do give some sort of picture of what we're up against."
And with that Davina passed the newspapers across the bench to Tracy and Wendy. They were already folded and open at the correct pages.
Wendy and Tracy scanned the various reports.
"It's a tall order," remarked Tracy after reading what was put in front of her. "It could be any lunatic that happened to be in the park that night."
"I know that," agreed Davina. "and I'm not sure whether our pact can do anything about it… but for the sake of my friend, I thought that I ought to ask first anyway."
Wendy, normally the quiet one, began to speak. "Davina's right Tracy… we all swore an oath here that we would seek out any would be abductors and bring them to justice… That was only three months ago… and nothing's happened to change my mind since… we ought to at least have go and see what we can find out."
Tracy nodded her head. "You're right Wendy… all four of us here know what it's like to be abducted, and I wouldn't wish it to happen to anyone else in the world… If we can do something, then I'm all for it… so why not?.. Let's give it a go then."
Davina smiled. She already reckoned that both she and Georgina were up to it, and now that they had Tracy and Wendy on their side, the pact was complete. They were up and running.
Davina leaned forward and addressed Georgina across the front of the bench. "Well Georgina, you'd better tell us what you've found out then," she said.
This time Georgina cleared her throat before speaking. She began to read from the printed reports in front of her: "First of all I have a statement from a courting couple who saw a girl wearing a dark two piece suit and dark glasses enter the park. The time was just after ten-thirty, maybe ten-forty-five at night, they cannot be too specific. They also report seeing a Mercedes car driving slowly around the park beforehand. They reckoned it looked suspicious, but did not get a good look at the driver or the number plate. They are also un-specific about the colour of the car. They reckon the colour of the orange street lamps made it impossible to tell."
Georgina passed the printed sheet along the line, first to Tracy, then on to Wendy, before ending up with Davina on the end. Georgina waited for all three girls to absorb the contents of the report before moving on to the next statement. She considered this to be far more important.
"Next I have a statement from a fellow university student of the missing girl," continued Georgina. "Her name is Chloe Chambers, aged eighteen, and she says that they both attended a club together that evening. They had walked to the club earlier that the evening. She says that they walked through the park on their way there but saw nothing suspicious. At sometime around ten-thirty that evening, and whilst at the club, Gayle Jackson had an argument with her boyfriend. She apparently stormed off on her own. The boyfriend followed some two minutes later."
"So the boyfriend did it!" interjected Tracy. "What's the problem?"
Sitting next to Tracy, Georgina nodded her head.
"It appears that way doesn't it?" responded Georgina. "The boyfriend's name is Timothy Walker, aged nineteen, and he was held for questioning for thirty-six hours by the police, but in the end they had to let him go. He was driving a Mercedes by the way, which apparently belonged to his father, and he says he drove it straight home afterwards. His parents vouch for the fact that he returned the car at sometime around eleven-fifteen, some thirty minutes or so after the attack. The driving time between the park and his home is apparently something like twenty to twenty-five minutes, which did not leave very much time to abduct the girl and dispose of her. So, there being no evidence to link him with the crime, they had to let him go."
"But he could still have done it?" suggested an adamant Tracy.
Georgina looked her in the eye and raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think that Tracy?" she asked.
"He could have tied her up and locked her in the boot of the car, then taken her out later and hidden her somewhere," said Tracy explaining her theory.
Georgina nodded her head. "It's a possibility Tracy, but I think the police must have had Forensics look the car over. There's nothing about it here, but I'm sure it must have been done," she said.
"Well I still think he could have done it," said Tracy purposefully. "There's five or ten minutes missing from his alibi, and the times were only estimated anyway."
"True… so perhaps he did do it, but without going undercover and following his every move, I don't think we'll ever get to find out," admitted Georgina.
Tracy agreed, but she had a plan brewing.
"That's what we've got to do then," she announced, "we've got to go undercover and get to know this boyfriend,.. try and gain his trust,.. and see what we can find out… Perhaps me and Wendy could join this club and get friendly with him there,.. what do you think?" she asked.
Georgina nodded her head. The suggestion sounded plausible. It could work, but she held one doubt. As yet she had not revealed the true nature of the club.
"It's a possibility,.. it just might work," she stated, then paused and waited for further reaction from the girls.
"It all sounds fine by me," said Davina seated on the end of the row, "but why should it be Wendy and Tracy that goes undercover?.. Couldn't I do it?.. Or Georgina?"
"Don't be silly Davina," retorted Tracy, "these are teenagers, and you're pregnant anyway, they'll see your bump and start wondering. And we need Georgina at this end to co-ordinate everything. So it's got to be me and Wendy, hasn't it?"
Davina conceded the point. Tracy was of course right. She was too old, and her condition did not help. "I guess you're right Tracy," she answered along with a shrug to the shoulders.
There was one other overriding factor not spoken. Neither Tracy nor Wendy as yet had returned to work following their respective abductions at Christmas. That nice Dr. Lang, who was still treating them, reckoned another two months was needed before he would even consider signing them fit for work.
Wendy liked the idea, and joined in. She had not said much as yet, and her questions were a bit more practical and to the point.
"What's this club then Georgina? What do we have to do to become members? Is that something we can easily do?" she queried.
Georgina raised an eyebrow once more. She was keeping this bit a secret, and was only going to mention it if there was no other option. She cleared her throat once more before speaking.
"Apparently the club is called the 'Dom Domingo Club', and it's a BDSM club," she revealed.
"What's a BDSM club?" asked Wendy.
She was still a bit naïve when it came to understanding the strange world of sado-masochism.
"It's a sort of bondage and discipline club… the members spend the evening tying each other up… that sort of thing," Georgina answered, and trying to explain the workings of the club in the simplest way she could.
Wendy pulled a face. She was not so keen to have a go since hearing  about the nature of the club. She had been kidnapped and suffered badly at the hands of her abductor; and bondage, albeit controlled and friendly, was the last thing she wanted at this point in time. However, she said nothing. In her own mind the pact came first and foremost, and if it had to be done, then it was a sacrifice she would have to make.
"That's the big stumbling block, isn't it girls?" said Georgina thoughtfully. "How can either of you just walk into a place like that and become instantly accepted as a member. At the very least you'd need some sort of reference, or an introduction from someone well known to them, otherwise I'm sure their suspicions would be aroused."
Tracy pondered over the problem for moment. Then she had an idea. Perhaps there was a way of getting accepted by the club. She thought back to a time some three months ago, when she, along with Davina, had tasted the delights of lesbian love bondage. They had spent the night with a rather butch looking lady call Samantha, or Sam as she preferred to be called. She was the landlady of the Coach and Horses Inn, a public house in Lancashire.
Tracy thought some more. It was a fact that she, along with Davina, had promised to return to the north this very April, and as yet no one had got round to organising anything. The problem was, circumstances had changed quite a lot since the last time the trio met back in January. For one thing, it was impossible for Davina to return with her, due to her current condition; and for another, now she and Wendy were committed lovers, it would be difficult for her to go alone and leave Wendy behind. Wendy would want to know where she was going, and it would be most difficult to explain. But now she could see a way out of this dilemma. She had a solution that could solve everything.
"I think I've got the answer," said Tracy and breaking the silence.
She leaned forward and spoke directly to Davina across the bench. "Remember Sam at the Coach and Horses?" she asked.
Davina nodded her head. She remembered quite well. Nights like that you just do not forget. However she remained silent and waited to hear just what Tracy had in mind.
Tracy continued: "Well, Sam told us that she was a member of a BDSM club… The club that Malcolm Smith visited… it was on the corner, just over the road from the Coach and Horses, remember?… well, what if me and Wendy pay Sam another visit?… Perhaps we can get ourselves membership cards from the club opposite, or a letter of reference, or something like that. Then turn up at this other club in London and say we've just moved into the area and would like to become a member… we can tell them that we were members somewhere else, and show them some sort of proof… and then hopefully we'll be in… What do you think?"
Davina nodded her head. She thought the idea to be a good one, and might just work. She turned and looked directly at Wendy sat between her and Tracy.
Knowing that the ultimate decision rested with Wendy agreeing to the plan, she asked: "What do you think Wendy?"
Wendy nodded her head slowly. If Tracy was to be with her all the time, and she would not be put in danger, then she could see no reason for objecting. She turned her head to face Tracy.
"Why not?.. Let's give it a go Tracy… we've got nothing to lose, and a lot to gain… let's see if we can infiltrate this club,…  and let's get the pact going again… we did it once before, and we can do it again," she said and sounding quite enthusiastic about it all.
Wendy held out a hand, Tracy took hold, and both Davina and Georgina joined the grip.
Four hands now locked together.
"To the pact," said Davina.
"To the pact," echoed the other three girls.
Still holding hands, all four females looked to one another seated in a row across the bench, and all smiled.
After three months of doing nothing, they were back in business.

7:30 pm

 Long after Davina and Georgina had departed, Tracy and Wendy, huddled closely together, remained seated on the bench overlooking the cliffs.
However, before the foursome split up to go their separate ways, a few crucial financial decisions were put in place. It was agreed that some of the money put aside for this very purpose was to be used. They were to purchase a second hand car for Tracy, and provide accommodation for the two of them in London. There would also be a substantial amount allocated for expenses. Money was to be no object. Wendy and Tracy would get all the financial assistance they needed. It was now left to Tracy to make contact with Sam in Lancashire and arrange a trip to see her. This was to be done as quickly as possible. With a little bit of luck, all could be settled by tomorrow despite it being Sunday, and they could be travelling north the day after that. Their ultimate goal was to be back in London by Wednesday, and have some sort of identification with them. It was a tall order, but they were determined to give it their best shot.
Wendy looked behind her, in the direction of the old cottage sited nearest the castle. This was her home. She had heard a car door go. Being a Saturday her parents were on their way out, and she could see them getting into their car. She stood up and waved. Her mother waved back, then got into the car. Wendy's parents were going out for the night, something they always did on a Saturday evening, and would not be back until way after midnight. Soon the engine started and the car moved off, to disappear swiftly over the crest of the hill and start the long descent to the sand dunes below.
"That's it, the house is empty," said Wendy. "We can make that phone call to Lancashire now."
Tracy stood up and held Wendy's hand. Together they crossed the castle car park and made their way along the road to the cottage.
Inside the hallway, Tracy dialled a number from a little address book that she always carried with her in her handbag.
There was a long wait before anyone answered. But when someone did, she recognised the voice immediately.
"Hello… Coach and Horses," said a raised voice trying to be heard over the noise of people talking in the background.
"Sam," said Tracy, "it's me… Tracy… remember me and Davina staying with you in January?"
"Tracy!" replied Sam, "How nice to hear from you… I thought you'd forgotten all about me… how are you and Davina anyway?"
"I'm fine Sam," answered Tracy, "and Davina's fine too."
"Oh that's good," replied Sam.
"Listen Sam," said Tracy, "Are you busy?.. we were wondering if we could pay you another visit… we did promise to see you again, and we reckon it's about time we did something about it."
"Tracy, I'd just love to see you and Davina again," said Sam, "I've always got a room ready for you two, you know that!"
"It's not exactly me and Davina this time Sam… it's me and Wendy instead… but I think you'll like her just as much," explained Tracy.
"Oh, what's happened to Davina then?" asked Sam.
"She's pregnant," answered Tracy truthfully.
There seemed no point in denying it.
"Gosh!…That's a surprise!" exclaimed Sam.
The truth was, Sam did not know that Davina was happily married. This had been kept a secret from her.
"Yes… well… I'll tell you all about it when I see you Sam," said Tracy, and not wishing to go into details.
The thought of Davina being pregnant horrified Sam. Becoming pregnant meant being intimately involved with men, and that was something abhorrent to her way of thinking.
Sam quickly changed the subject much to the relief of Tracy.
"So… anyway,… when are you and Wendy planning on coming up here?" she asked.
"How about us coming up there on Monday?" asked Tracy. "It can only be for one night… but I'm sure we can make it a good one."
"What this Monday coming?" queried Sam.
It all seemed very sudden to her.
"Yes, Monday in two days time… what do you say Sam?" said Tracy.
"Great!" enthused Sam on finally absorbing the news. "That'll be just fantastic Tracy… I'll get the same room ready for you… and perhaps we can have just as much fun as last time."
"Perhaps we will Sam," echoed Tracy, "perhaps we will!… why not?"
Unknown to Tracy, Sam, on the other end of the line was getting quite anxious at the queue for drinks building up at the bar.
"Look Tracy, I'll have to go," apologised Sam, "I've got customers lining up at the bar with empty glasses, and with their tongues hanging out… but please come on Monday… I'll have everything ready for you."
"Will do Sam… see you in two days time then,.. bye.." said Tracy.
"Bye Tracy," said Sam, and the line went dead.
Tracy turned to Wendy standing by her side.
"That's it then Wendy… we head for Lancashire first thing on Monday morning," she told her.

8:30 pm

Tracy remained and dined at Wendy's house: The couple enjoying the delights of microwaved frozen dinners direct from the freezer. Afterwards the two girls settled down on the settee in front of an open fire. With Wendy's parents out for the rest of the evening, they were both intent on making the most of the opportunity.
Cuddled in Tracy's arms, Wendy asked: "Tracy?… what exactly did you and Davina get up to when you spent the night with Sam up in Lancashire?"
Tracy stroked a hand through Wendy's hair.
"We had sex, like we do together, but it was three in a bed instead. That was all," said Tracy.
"Yes, but you also used bondage as well, didn't you?" said Wendy.
Tracy nodded her head.
"We did… we took it in turns to be tied to the bed," explained Tracy.
There was a pause. Wendy already knew, or at least assumed all this. She had travelled south to Littlesea with Georgina that eventful day back in January, whilst Tracy and Davina returned north to see Sam. So Wendy was not exactly in the dark about all this. All she needed was a little bit of clarification. What actually took place in Lancashire had never really been discussed on their return.
"Is that we'll have to do then?… When we visit Sam… take it in turns to be tied to the bed?" she asked finally.
Tracy ran her fingers through Wendy's hair.
"That's what we'll have to do," confirmed Tracy. "Sam had some leather straps with chains… They were fastened to our arms and legs and then attached to the bedposts… we then fooled around I guess… Sam had a dildo as well… you know?… the sort of thing that you strap about your waist… we also took it in turns to wear that."
Wendy remained quite and pensive.
"You're not scared are you Wendy?" asked Tracy after a while, and feeling a little concerned.
Wendy looked up to Tracy.
"No… of course not… not if you're with me Tracy… it's… it's… just that I've never done it before… the only time I've ever been tied up was when I was captured… and that was something different… something I didn't want," explained Wendy.
Tracy understood only too well. She too had been put through a similar ordeal. They had suffered together at the hands of Malcolm Smith, and it was an experience she did not ever want to re-live again.
"Don't worry Wendy," Tracy assured her, "we'll be gentle… there'll be no rough stuff… I promise."
Again there was a pause.
"Tracy?" asked Wendy after a while. "Can we try it now?"
Tracy raised an eyebrow.
"Try what now?" she asked and turned her head towards Wendy.
Wendy was staring back at her and looking very determined.
"Bondage… can we tie each other to the bed… I'd like to try it before we get to Sam's… I want to know what to do," she explained more fully.
Tracy nodded her head, and gave a little wry smile.
"Why not Wendy?.. Let's give it try… Let's give you your first lesson in bondage," she agreed.
The two girls rose up from the settee.
"There's a double bed in the spare room," said Wendy leading the way to the stairs in the hallway. "It's the only bed in the house that's got corner posts we can use."
At the top of the stairs Wendy opened up the door to the spare room. It was big and spacious, and, like Wendy had said, had a double bed inside.  The room also looked very old fashioned, with oak floorboards, chintz curtains, woven rugs, antique furniture, and a disused open fireplace.
Tracy had never entered this room before, the door was always kept shut: Though she had spent several occasions with Wendy in her own bedroom and was no stranger to the upstairs of the cottage. She thought what a lovely room it was. It was still daylight outside, and the view from the window was just as spectacular. With the cliff tops and castle ruins to the forefront, and the bobbing blue waters of the English Channel beyond. She sighed. This was probably how all the old cottage rooms must have looked like once. Then she saw an oil tanker slip silently out from behind a castle wall, and the illusion was gone.
Wendy stepped across the room, drew the curtains together, then moved across to the wardrobe. Behind the door was a rack full of ties. "Will these do Tracy?" she asked. "They're some of dad's old ties and he doesn't use them anymore."
Tracy nodded her head.
"They'll be fine," she said, "just pick out the four longest."
Wendy pulled four ties from the rack at random and held them out. They were all brightly coloured. Tracy took them from her and laid them out on the bed.
"What do you want to do then Wendy?" asked Tracy. "Is it going to be you or me on the bed?"
Wendy thought for a moment.
"I don't know what to do properly. I've never tied anybody up before," she said and being honest. "So you'd better tie me up, and show me how it's done."
"Are you sure?" asked Tracy.
Wendy nodded her head.
"Yes, I'm sure," she confirmed.
Tracy pulled her sweater up and over her head.
"Well the first thing you do is get undressed," she told Wendy, "and then you get on the bed."
Wendy smiled, and the two girls set about removing their clothes. There was no embarrassment. They were lovers and had done this many times before, and being always willing to grab the opportunity whenever their parents were out. Soon they stood naked together and the two girls embraced and kissed.
"What about the dildo?" asked Wendy as they broke away. "I don't think there's anything around here like that what we can use."
Tracy looked around the room. Her eyes settled on two large candlesticks above the fireplace in the old cottage bedroom. She walked across the room and removed one of the candles. It was quite large and of sizeable diameter. Wendy's eyes widened as she viewed the candle. Then slowly a broad grin spread across her face.
"Will this do?" asked Tracy. "I guess it doesn't have to be strapped on tonight."
Wendy looked at the candle. It was quite fat and large, it was also brand new, with the white wick still showing at the top. She wondered whether it would fit. Technically she remained a virgin, in as much as she had never been penetrated by a man. But fingers had entered many times, both her own and Tracy's, and the passage was well worn.
"If you promise to be gentle with me, and not force anything," replied Wendy and sounding a little cautious.
"I'll be gentle," Tracy assured her.
Tracy got Wendy to sit on the bed. She then tied two of the chosen ties to her wrists, and then the remaining two about her ankles. They were now ready to begin.
"Remember Wendy, these will be leather straps with chains attached when we get to Sam's place," explained Tracy, "but they'll achieve the same purpose tonight… so lie down on the bed and spread out your arms and legs."
Wendy did as instructed, lying down on the bed, resting her head on the pillow and making herself comfortable, before finally raising up her arms and opening out her legs. Tracy waited until she was ready, then working her way around the bed, she attached each tie to a corner post as she went.
When she was finished, she asked: "How's that Wendy?… Are you still comfortable?"
Wendy raised up her head a little from off the pillow and gave nod. "That's fine Tracy…I'm quite comfortable."
Tracy leaned across the bed and kissed Wendy on the lips. Then after a while she moved on further down the body, to alternate and roll her tongue around two very excited nipples.
"Right Wendy," she said during a break for air, "now all you've got to do is lie back and enjoy yourself… it's as easy as that."
Wendy arched up her body as Tracy's mouth closed around a nipple and began to suck hard.
"You know Tracy?" she groaned, "perhaps I will enjoy going to Lancashire after all."
Tracy climbed upon the bed, to straddle Wendy's body with her back to her face. She leaned forward and placed her head between the open and inviting legs. The tongue-work resumed. This time to circle and rub against the clitoris, then move on down the rapidly lubricating crack, to dart in and out of the mouth of the virgina. She could hear Wendy groaning behind her, and she intensified the movements.
As the moans grew louder, Tracy raised up her head from between the legs, and took hold of the candle. She brought the candle up between Wendy's legs, and placed the shaft along the full length of her crack. Then, moving the candle up and down, and turning it round and round at the same time, she began to stimulate the love juices, and at the same time coat the wax in the slippery substance.
After a while, Tracy turned the candle round, to place the end against the mouth of her virgina. She then began to twist the candle gentle against the wanton opening. Slowly the labia lips parted and the waxed tallow moved in  a fraction. All the time Tracy listened to Wendy's moans of delight behind her back. As yet there was no hint of protest. She was not hurting. The candle was inching its way in slowly. Wendy's tight little opening was taking the thick shaft little by little. She twisted and eased it on a little further. She was probably half way there now, and the worst was over. Slowly she glided the candle in the rest of way, until it came to a stop against the back wall of her cavity.
"Oooooah!" groaned Wendy. "That's nice… that's ever so nice Tracy!.. Please don't stop!"
Tracy started moving the candle backwards and forwards. Sliding it in and out of Wendy's tight little hole. At the same time she thrust her own body backwards, so that he own sex made contact with Wendy's face. A grateful tongue appeared to lick and suck along Tracy's own rapidly lubricating crack, and she too began to moan with ecstasy.
Tracy's imminent arousal did the rest. The candle's pace increased rapidly according to her own wants and needs. It was now slapping in and out. Bashing against the inside walls, then retracting until it was almost out of the opening.
"Yes…. yes… yes… that's it… I'm coming… don't stop!" shouted Wendy.
Shortly afterwards the first shudders of orgasm began to appear.
Tracy kept pumping for a while longer. Listening to Wendy's gulps for air, and judging when it was time to stop. From the sounds of it, the orgasm had been a good one.
Eventually Tracy stopped and turned to look behind her. Wendy had her head turned to one side, she was panting heavily, and her eyes were firmly closed.
"Again?" asked Tracy.
Wendy opened her eyes and looked up to Tracy.
Still a little out of breath, she answered: "You'll have to wait a bit… until I get my breath back."
Tracy smiled, rolled over and kissed Wendy on the lips. "You know Wendy?" she said. "I love you."
Wendy looked her in the eye and said: "And I love you too Tracy… ever so much."
Tracy turned serious.
"And listen to me now Wendy… whatever happens up in Lancashire,.. anything between me and Sam… or at the club in London with someone else,… then it's all being done for the pact… don't you ever forget that… It's you I will always love Wendy… I really do," said Tracy.
Wendy smiled.
"I know that Tracy… I know just how much you love me," said Wendy in return.

End of Chapter Seventeen