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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - As One Door Closes

The following day … Friday 14th April

7:00 am

The following morning saw Tracy rise early. After yesterday’s traumatic events she felt unfit to drive back to Littlesea that day and remained at the flat overnight. She had slept very little and been alone with her thoughts all night long. Gradually she had come round to accepting the break-up in relationship and that Wendy was no longer hers. In the end she decided that she did not particularly care. There were plenty more fish in the sea. Wendy was gone forever, and now she must go out and make new friends.
On rising Tracy’s first concerns were whether or not to phone Davina and explain what was happening. It was an agreement of the Pact that they should be in touch at all times. Tracy realised that she should have telephoned the night before but had been too upset to do so. On reflection however she was not too concerned, she reminded herself that there was always Wendy out there somewhere. Despite their differences Wendy would have made contact with someone from the Pact, most probably Davina, and explained the circumstances, of this Tracy was certain.
After a light breakfast Tracy spent the next few hours cleaning the flat and putting things away in cases and travel bags.
When she was done she went downstairs and explained to Mrs. Covington, the landlady of the house, that they no longer had use for the upstairs flat. To improve matters Tracy refused to accept any refund from the six months advanced rent that had been paid. She told Mrs. Covington to keep all the money, and felt sure that dozens of new people would come knocking at the door the moment a fresh advert was placed in the local newspaper.
With negotiations complete, Tracy loaded up her car and handed back the keys to the flat. She was now ready to head back to Littlesea. She got into her car, but before starting the engine she glanced upwards for the last time at the windows of the first floor flat. She was not sorry to leave. The place held bad memories for her.
As Tracy sat in her car outside the flat, and giving a final farewell wave to Mrs. Covington stood in the doorway, her mind turned to the letter she had received from FotoPix Studios. Before pulling away she mused for a while over the contents of the letter. She decided to take up the offer, or at least pop into the studios and discuss matters. She was desperate to seek new friends and this was one solution. The studios were very close to the route home and a slight detour was no inconvenience.

8:00 am

“Good morning Mimi,” said Dr. Lang as he peeped in though the door to the side ward.
Mimi was sat up in bed and smiling. She had a food tray in front of her and was eating breakfast. It was just a small bowl of cereal and a cup of tea, but it was enough to indicate to the doctor that Mimi was well on the way to recovery.
“Good morning doctor, please come in,” she said.
The doctor drew up a chair and sat down beside the bed.
“And how are feeling this morning Mimi?” he asked.
Mimi finished off a mouthful of cornflakes before answering.
“I’m fine doctor,” she told him. “I managed to stand up on my own yesterday. My legs are beginning to work once more… I’m going to try a few paces on my own today.”
Dr. Lang patted Mimi on the back of the hand.
“Well done Mimi… keep up the good work and you’ll be out of here pretty soon,” he told her.
Mimi turned serious. The look on her face said as much.
“That’s what I want doctor… I must get out of here… I must do something to help Roger,” she told him.
The doctor also turned serious. He had something to tell Mimi and he wanted her full co-operation. He realised that this was essential if he was ever to crack this case. Like Mimi’s relationship with Roger, this too should be the same and there should be no secrets between them.
“Mimi,” he started, “I want to help you too… this morning, in one hour’s time, I’ve got an interview with Inspector Hawkins… I’m going to tell him what you told me… and if I can, I’ll try to find out what’s happening to Roger.”
Mimi nodded her head.
“Thank you doctor,” she replied. “I must know what he’s been arrested for,.. and I must find a way to help him.”
The doctor patted Mimi’s hand for comfort once more.
“I know Mimi, and I intend to do my best to help,” he replied.

9:00 am

Dr. Lang parked up his old battered Land Rover in a small car park adjacent to Littlesea Police station. He had an early morning appointment with Inspector Hawkins. The doctor met up with the Inspector in the reception area and they moved to his office.
Seated to either side of the desk, the doctor was ready to relate what he had learned from his meeting with Mimi. But first he wanted to hear the latest news as regards Roger Downton.
The Inspector had the latest information on Roger Downton in front of him. It was nothing more than a couple of printed sheets that had come via the Teletex, but it was sufficient for his current purposes. He tapped on the sheets laid out on the desk before him.
“I’ve got the latest here from London,” he told the doctor, “Roger Downton has not confessed to anything, but all the evidence points to him and he is likely to be charged… He has a motive… revenge for what the Cropwatch organisation did to Godfrey Brookes and his fiancée Mimi… He was also in London at the time of both kidnappings… and he admits to personally knowing the two missing girls... both girls he’d taken for rides in his car prior to their disappearances.”
Dr. Lang pondered for while. He had to admit all the evidence pointed towards Roger, but he still trusted his own judgement. There was no way Roger would ever tell lies to Mimi.
“Then you think Roger Downton definitely did it?” he asked after giving the matter some thought.
Inspector Hawkins showed little emotion. He stubbed out his cigarette and re-lit another before answering.
“I’ll leave that to the London police decide… I simply had enough evidence to hand him over,” he replied and neatly side stepping the question put to him.
However the doctor read between the lines. The Inspector’s body language and the way he avoided giving a direct answer told him otherwise.
“Then you don’t think Roger Downton did it?” he put to the Inspector.
Inspector Hawkins thought for a while before answering.
“Roger Downton sounded genuine if that’s what you mean… you get to know who’s telling the truth and who’s lying… and he came over as someone that was telling the truth,” explained the Inspector.
Dr. Lang gave a little nod of agreement.
“Then what I’ve got to tell you will come as no surprise,” the doctor told the Inspector.
The Inspector looked thoughtful.
“Then tell me what you know,” he said.
Dr. Lang sat more upright in his chair. He then related his story.
“You may be interested to know that his fiancée Mimi has come round… she is no longer in a coma… she is now sitting up in bed and she is fine… she’ll make a one-hundred percent recovery… I spoke to her yesterday and this morning, and what she told me was very revealing… I won’t go into any technical details Inspector… but in cases such as Mimi’s it is quite possible for the brain to be fully functional throughout… yet the body be disconnected and non-receptive to any motional controls… and that is precisely what we have here,” explained the doctor.
Inspector Hawkins tried to summarise what he had heard into his own words.
“So Mimi was lying there, aware of everything going on around her, but unable to communicate this fact with the outside world,” he said.
The doctor nodded his head.
“That’s just about it Inspector,” he agreed.
Inspector Hawkins put his hands together and leaned forward across his desk.
“Then tell me what she told you,” he said.
The doctor cleared his throat.
“Roger Downton visited Mimi at least twice a day… and he would sit and talk to her for hours… in the course of those discussions he told Mimi of his chances of kidnapping at least the first girl… Gayle Jackson… but when it actually came round to doing it, he told Mimi that he just couldn’t go through with it,” explained the doctor.
The Inspector looked thoughtful.
“And you believe him… or at least what Mimi is saying?” he questioned.
The doctor nodded his head.
“Roger Downton had no reason to tell lies… all this took place in private.. these were his genuine thoughts being related to Mimi… I therefore believe him to be telling the truth,” he said.
The Inspector turned thoughtful and used the time to light up another cigarette.
“Let me tell you something first doctor,” he warned. “There is one more piece of evidence still being investigated… It could tip the balance… When the missing girl, Gayle Jackson, set off that evening, she was accompanied by another girl called Chloe Chambers… they walked the park together… the park where Gayle Jackson later disappeared… This other girl Chloe Chambers swears that she saw Roger Downton’s car parked in a side street next to the park… if that can be proven, then Roger Downton must be lying… He cannot account for his movements that evening… he says that he stopped in his flat all night and watched a video.”
It was the doctor’s turn to become thoughtful.
“What about his other movements?… what about the second girl that’s gone missing?” he asked.
The Inspector leaned back in his chair and blew a smoke ring skywards before answering.
“Roger Downton did spend his day at work… that can be verified… he did go to his hotel afterwards… he did have a meal there… and these also can be verified… but what we are not certain of is the exact time of the abduction of the second girl… We know that Sylvia Sparelli arrived back at her Chelsea apartment on the Monday afternoon, at sometime around half past one in the afternoon… we have that information from a taxi driver who took her there from the railway station… The next thing we know is, that she wasn’t there at half past nine the following morning when she was called on by a colleague from Cropwatch… That’s a gap of something like twenty hours, and ample time in which to leave a hotel at night and commit the crime,… there are no security cameras there and only one night porter, and we’re told it’s quite easy to slip in and out of the building without being seen,” the Inspector explained.
The doctor however remained unconvinced, and he turned the evidence around.
“But all this is circumstantial isn’t it Inspector?… It’s what he could have done and not what he did do… still nothing can be proven,,,, can it?” he put to the Inspector.
The Inspector nodded his head in agreement.
“Yes, it’s all circumstantial evidence,” he agreed, “unless we can come up with a positive identification on that car,… or unless we can come up with an exact time for the abduction of Sylvia Sparelli, then we’re no nearer to establishing the truth.”
“Or finding the two missing girls?” suggested the doctor.
The Inspector nodded his head.
“Or finding the two missing girls,” he agreed.
There was a silence as both men reflected on what each other had said.
“So, like me Inspector, you have your doubts about Roger Downton being the culprit?” suggested the doctor.
The inspector nodded his head.
“Yes… I have my doubts,” he confirmed.
Dr. Lang got up to leave. There was very little else to be said and he was in a hurry to get back to the hospital. He had patients waiting. His first appointment was meant to be at nine o’clock.
He held out his hand across the desk.
“Well thank you Inspector for your time,” said the doctor.
The two men shook hands.
“And thank you doctor for pointing out the things that Mimi said to you… it may prove helpful to our enquiries,” said the Inspector.
Dr. Lang turned to leave. The Inspector called him back.
“If it might help doctor, you can have these notes,” said the Inspector, “and I’m getting full transcripts of all Roger Downton’s interviews later today… if you like you can have copies of those too.”
The doctor took the two sheets of Teletex notes.
“Why thank you Inspector,” he said, “and yes… why not, I’ll take copies of the transcripts… as you say, they may prove useful.”
Inspector Hawkins watched the doctor leave his office. He blew another smoke ring into the air. He was curious as to why the doctor should intervene into this case. There was also one vital piece of evidence he was holding back. Chloe Chambers, in her interview with the police, had spoken of a mysterious doctor who had treated Gayle Jackson for a blackened eye immediately prior to her disappearance. That description fitted Dr. Gabriel Lang almost precisely.
In the meantime the Inspector planned to have the doctor’s movements followed closely day and night. Perhaps there was more to Dr. Lang than met the eye.

11:00 am

Tracy pulled up outside a tall warehouse building deep in the heart of the dockland area of London. She got out of the car, locked the door and entered the premises. She then set about ascending the many stairs. At the very top, and very much out of breath, she stopped and rang the door bell. She then waited. She had not phoned ahead to announce that she was coming, and wondered if anyone would be there.
There was a long wait. Perhaps there was no one there after all. But eventually the door opened and a woman’s face appeared. She stood with the rest of her body hidden behind the door. She was also a little out of breath. Tracy got the impression that she had been disturbed and hurried to the door.
“Tracy!… what a surprise!,” the woman exclaimed on seeing whom the caller was.
Tracy smiled.
“Nice to see you again Judi,” she replied. “Sorry to call on you when you’re busy… but I got Lenny’s letter yesterday, and since I was passing I thought I’d drop in and see what it was all about.”
Judi smiled and opened the door wide. Now Tracy could see why Judi had been shielding the rest of her body. She was wearing very little; just a black g-string, thigh-length leather boots and a studded leather collar about her neck. She carried a dressing gown over one arm.
“Come on in Tracy… Lenny’s just taking a few last shots to finish off his camera… he’s done with me now… and I’m sure he’ll want to speak to you as soon the shoot’s over,” said Judi.
Tracy entered the studios then followed Judi through to the office. She could hear a camera clicking and Lenny shouting orders from somewhere behind the many draping canvas screens. Judi slipped on her dressing gown as she walked to the office.
After a short while Lenny joined Tracy and Judi in the office. He had about half a dozen cameras either in his hands or strapped about his neck. He saw Tracy seated at the table and gave a look of surprise. He had not been told of her arrival.
“Why Tracy, this is a surprise!” he uttered.
Tracy smiled back.
“I got your letter Lenny and I’ve just popped in to see what it was all about,” she told him.
“How long are you here for Tracy?” asked Lenny, “have you got a couple of hours to spare?”
Tracy shrugged her shoulders with indifference. It appeared Lenny was offering her some instant work and she had no objections. To be truthful it was the company she was looking for and not the modelling money. She was desperate to make new friends.
“I can stay as long as it takes Lenny,” she replied, “I want to get back to Littlesea sometime this evening, but that’s about all really.”
Lenny nodded his head in approval. He was hoping Tracy could stay for a little while longer. He had plans for her to take part in another lucrative shoot along with the girl he had just been photographing.
“Look Tracy,… I’m in a bit of a rush… I must get these out today… have a cup of coffee… let me develop these… and whilst I’m in the darkroom perhaps Judi will explain what’s wanted,” he said and then turned to Judi for confirmation.
Judi had anticipated the coffee and was sorting out a few mugs. She had also heard what Lenny said about the next shoot and nodded her head.
“Yes Lenny, get your developing done… that’s urgent, and I’ll explain everything to the girls,” she assured him.
Lenny turned to face Tracy once more.
“Oh, and by the way Tracy, as you’ve probably gathered I’ve got another girl outside, she’s just getting her things back on and will be in here in a moment... have a chat to her… she knows roughly what’s expected… and oh!… I think you know her already… I believe you mentioned her name when you first called here.”
Tracy smiled and wondered who this mysterious girl might be. She wanted to press Lenny for more details, but on finishing what he had to say, he turned around, checked that Judi was putting the kettle on, then quickly disappeared into the darkroom.
However Tracy was not to be kept in suspense for very long. The door to the office opened just as the darkroom door closed and in walked a young girl dressed in a robe. She was carrying shaving cream and a razor in her hands.
Tracy’s mouth fell open.
“Chloe!” she remarked on seeing exactly who the girl was.
The girl in a robe was equally taken aback.
“Tracy!” she replied and looking just as surprised.
Tracy got up from her chair, stepped across the small office and the two girls embraced. Lenny was right, they did know each other. She had befriended Chloe at a BDSM club, and there was a little incident when they shared a shower together.
The BDSM club in question was run by a consultant psychiatrist named Dr. Walter Henderson. It was here a bond developed between the two girls after Tracy helped Chloe to recover from an ordeal where she had been held captive in a pillory overnight. It was in the shower afterwards when that bond really became cemented. Chloe had been too stiff to move after her ordeal and Tracy had soaped and washed her body for her. A bar of soap in the shape of a penis had also come into play, turning the whole incident into an erotic and most enjoyable sex session for the two girls. After that incident they immediately become good friends. It was Chloe that had put Tracy onto FotoPix Studios. At the time Tracy was hot on the trail of a unknown photographer who owned a Mercedes and came from the Littlesea area. That person turned out to be Roger Downton.
“Hey!.. watch the razor!,” warned Chloe as the shaving cream and razor became squashed between their bodies.
Tracy eased away a bit.
“What have you been doing with those things?” she asked.
Chloe held out the items. Judi collected them and put them on the table for her. Chloe then opened out the front of her robe.
“This!” she said simply and pointing down her body.
Tracy looked to Chloe’s mound. It was shining white and there was not a hair in sight.
“You’ve just had a shaving session?” queried Tracy.
Chloe looked to Judi and smiled.
“We sure have, haven’t we Judi?” she said with a twinkle to her eye.
Judi nodded her head.
“Lenny’s latest photo-shoot,” she explained and left it at that.
Tracy now understood the way Judi was dressed when she first answered the door. She had been shaving Chloe when the door bell rang.
Chloe and Tracy sat down at the table whilst Judi made the coffees.
Both were beaming at their chance encounter.
They had a lot to talk about.

12:00 am

One hour later and at least three cups of coffee consumed, Lenny emerged from the darkroom.
Tracy, Chloe and Judi were all seated around the table and chatting away merrily. In the intervening period Judi had explained what Lenny was proposing. He wanted two girls for a dungeon lesbian shoot, one dominant, the other a slave. The money sounded good, so both Chloe and Tracy agreed. If there was one drawback it was the fact that Lenny wanted Tracy to be the slave. Apparently on accounts of her much larger breasts and a desire to please the magazine publishers.
Not long afterwards the small party made their way out of the office; Tracy and Chloe following Judi through all the various partitioned off areas of the studios. A few paces behind trailed Lenny. He was loaded down with his usual array of cameras and light meters.
The little group came to a halt in a partitioned off area bounded by two real brick walls and two canvas screens. The canvas screens were painted to resemble grey stone blocks and did not match the real brickwork which was reddish-brown in colour. The group were at the farthest extremity of the studio and the area was dimly lit by skylights way up in the high roof.
Tracy had not been here before. Her previous photo-shoot had taken place four partitions away from this one. She looked about her. Positioned in the corner of the two real walls was a cage. Set against one of the walls was an X-frame, and against the other stood a high-back wooden chair complete with various arrays of leather straps. Against one canvas wall lay a variety of BDSM equipment. These included spreader-bars and an assortment of whips and scourges. And finally, and not surprisingly, scattered about centre floor lay several floodlights on stands.
“Ladies… can we have you both undressed for starters,” said Lenny and sounding in a hurry.
Tracy and Chloe did as they were told. Chloe was only wearing a robe and slippers on her feet. She quickly removed everything and handed them to Judi. Tracy, who was fully kitted out, including a top coat, obviously took more time. One by one Tracy handed each garment to Judi until she too stood naked alongside Chloe.
Whilst all this was going on, Lenny took time out to bring in extra lighting and generally organising things to his liking. Soon he had a semi-circle of floodlights all shining brightly and focused around the chair positioned against the back wall.
Chloe, asked to play the dominant partner in the scene, was handed a few leather items to wear. There was not much to the kit really. In total it consisted of four items. There was a studded leather collar for her neck, a similar looking belt about the waist, a pair of high-heeled thigh-length boots, possibly the ones Judi had just discarded, and a military styled peeked cap on her head.
Once both girls were ready, and with Tracy stood by Chloe’s side, Lenny came over to address them. He wanted to explain what this photo shoot was all about.
“Right girls,” said Lenny businesslike, “I want to tell a story here… You Chloe… I want you to lead Tracy into the dungeon… I think we’d better have her handcuffed and blindfolded to start with otherwise it’ll look like she’s a willing subject… You then strap her to the chair… strap the arms high to the back of the chair… I need good shots of Tracy’s breasts… that’s important,.. and try not to work directly in front of the chair… let me have a clear angle at all times…. Is that clear?”
Chloe and Tracy nodded their heads. They were both very good friends and this was going to be a bit of fun.
In the few seconds it took for Lenny to explain his requirements, Judi had disappeared behind the screen and returned. She had both handcuffs and blindfold in her hands. Judi, without instructions took it on herself to blindfold and handcuff Tracy with her hands to the front. Tracy was then led across the floor to stand under the floodlights.
Lenny took over at this point, giving instructions to Chloe as what to do next.
“Right Chloe, let’s start with shots of you leading Tracy across the floor… Take hold of her wrists and steer her towards the chair… do it slowly and keep your eyes on Tracy… don’t look at the camera,” said Lenny issuing his instructions.
Chloe took hold of Tracy’s handcuffed wrists. Slowly she began to walk towards the chair with Tracy in tow, and as she did so bulbs flashed from every angle and she tried to ignore their presence.
“That’s good… keep going… hold it like that for second…,” enthused Lenny as the girls got closer to the chair.
On arrival Chloe steered Tracy into the chair. The wooden seat was hard and uncomfortable and it took a few seconds for Tracy to settle down. There was also the remnants of shaving cream there, and it oozed beneath her naked thighs.
The squirming led to Lenny remarking: “That’s good Tracy!… try to look uncomfortable… yes!… that’s it!… I like it!.. , yeh!… keep it up… give us another little shuffle will you?”
Tracy obliged with a few extra little wiggles of her backside. Eventually she settled, placed her handcuffed hands on her lap, and waited.
Lenny gave Chloe her next instructions.
“Right Chloe, bend down and strap the legs in place,” he told her, “do the ankles first… then pull the legs apart and strap the knees to the arms… remember to work from the sides.. I want some good crutch shots at this stage.”
Chloe bent down, moved Tracy’s heel to touch the base of the leg of a chair, then buckled a wide leather strap about the ankle. Taking Lenny’s instructions into consideration she worked from the side with arms stretched forward so as not to obstruct the camera angle.
Crawling on arms and knees Chloe passed in front of Tracy and took up a fresh position over on the other side. She then grabbed hold of Tracy’s other foot, drew it towards the leg of the chair and affixed the second buckle in place.
“That’s good Chloe,” praised Lenny, “now let’s have those knees spread apart and fastened to the arms of the chair.”
Chloe took hold of the nearest knee and drew it towards her. There was a leather strap attached to the inside base of the chair arm just above the seat. She buckled this about Tracy’s thigh in a position just above the knee.
Once more Lenny enthused at the shots he was getting.
“That’s good… that’s good,” he kept on saying as the bulbs flashed merrily away.
It was back over the other side of the chair once more for Chloe. Once in position she drew Tracy’s other knee across to touch the arm of the chair and buckled the leather belt about her thigh. She then stepped back and waited for Lenny to complete this round of photographs.
Lenny stopped only when his current film had come to an end. He then placed the camera down and picked up another. He was soon ready to continue once more.
“Now let’s have those hands held high… strap them to the top of the chair above Tracy’s head,” he told Chloe.
Chloe rose from her kneeling position alongside the chair and took hold of Tracy’s handcuffed hands. She then looked to the top of the chair high above Tracy’s head. There were two leather straps awaiting the wrists but they were on the outside of the frame and not very close together. It was therefore impossible to strap Tracy’s wrists to the chair without removing the handcuffs.
Before taking any action Chloe turned to Lenny for advice.
“I need to take the handcuffs off first Lenny,” she told him.
Lenny looked up from checking a light-meter.
“Yes, take them off Chloe, but keep the blindfold on,” Lenny answered.
Judi, ever watchful of the proceedings, appeared with a little key on a ring. Chloe took the key, and standing to one side, removed the handcuffs from about Tracy’s wrists. When done, she tossed the key and handcuffs back to Judi but retained a strong grip on one wrist. She then moved the arm upwards and outwards towards the leather strap and buckled the wrist to the top corner of the chair.
Lenny issued his normal: “I like that!” as a camera flashed.
When done Chloe moved over to the other wrist.
Standing to the side of the chair as instructed, she raised up Tracy’s arm and buckled the remaining strap about the wrist. When done she looked to Lenny for confirmation.
“That’s fine Chloe… that’s lovely,” remarked Lenny, “now stand back,.. get completely out of the way,..  I want to get a few shots of Tracy on her own.”
Chloe joined Judi who was stood between two floodlights and waited.
“What next?” Chloe asked Judi.
Judi shrugged her shoulders. These matters she left to Lenny. But she was aware that plenty more shaving shots were needed. Lenny had shown her a list of current requirements from a magazine publisher. Top of that list was a request for the shaving of pubic hairs combined with an element of bondage. If Lenny wanted to get more of these shots in his portfolio, then now was his chance.
However Judi was also aware that Tracy had not been asked about shaving prior to this bondage session. Maybe Lenny was falling shy of this. Tracy was new to the game and Lenny liked to break his new models in gradually. Perhaps that was the reason.
Anyway, after giving the matter much thought, Judi put the question to Chloe for consideration.
“Chloe?… You know Tracy… do you think she would agree to having her mound shaved?” she asked.
Chloe gave it some thought before answering.
She nodded her head.
“I reckon she’d agree… yes,” she replied.
Judi smiled.
“I’ll speak to Lenny and Tracy about it then,” she said.
Lenny was not part of the conversation and called Chloe over as he ended a film and swapped to another camera.
“Chloe, come and stand by Tracy’s side… I want shots of you fingering Tracy’s pussy and fondling her tits,” he told her.
 Chloe came across and took up position alongside the chair.
“Right Chloe, lean forward so that you’re cheek to cheek with Tracy, and extend a hand down so that it’s touching her mound,” Lenny told her.
Chloe took up position as instructed. She placed her cheek against Tracy’s then dropped her hand and extended a forefinger so that it made contact with the clitoris. She then began to rub the area gently in a small circular motion.
“That’s good Chloe… keep that going… that’s good… I like it,” enthused Lenny whilst he moved around the floor and taking pictures from as many angles as possible.
Chloe kept up the action. She could sense Tracy’s body writhing under the treatment so she probed a little deeper and intensified her movements.
“That’s great Chloe,” praised Lenny, “now let’s see you drop your head and start sucking a nipple… try to keep your head facing this way though… I need to see more of your face… and I want to see those lips having a good suck.”
Chloe lowered her head and took Tracy’s nipple in the corner of her mouth. She sucked hard and deliberately. Under intense pressure Tracy’s squirming became more pronounced. Without being instructed Chloe’s hand moved on down Tracy’s crack. Two fingers then glided smoothly into a very moist and dripping cavity and started working her off.
Suddenly Tracy found herself moaning with pleasure. She just could not help herself. Whatever Chloe was doing, she was doing it right and she did not want her to stop. But unfortunately that is exactly what happened. Lenny had come to the end of his last film.
“That’s it girls,” he called, “the session’s over.”
Chloe straightened herself up and pulled the blindfold away from Tracy’s eyes. They looked to each other and both girls smiled a knowing smile. Tracy now knew what she wanted from life. As the saying goes, as one door closes another one opens: Wendy was gone but Chloe was here to fill that gap.
Judi joined the two girls. But before unfastening any straps, and whilst all three girls were together, Judi put her proposal to Tracy.
“Tracy?” she asked. “How do you feel about being shaved?”
Tracy looked a little bemused.
“What!… like Chloe?,” she asked.
Judi nodded her head.
“Yes,… like Chloe,” she answered simply.
Tracy looked to Chloe stood by her side. She was smiling and giving a little nod of encouragement.
“Go on Tracy… say yes,” she urged with a whisper.
Tracy smiled and turned to Judi.
“Yes… why not,” she agreed.
Judi turned to Lenny who was amongst the floodlights and collecting up his cameras.
“Lenny?” she called, “what about more of those shaving shots?… I’ve got another willing volunteer here.”
Lenny stopped what he was doing and looked towards the chair. Judi and Chloe were hovering over the straps and wondering whether or not to release Tracy.
Lenny looked to his watch. It was one o’clock in the afternoon. The problem was time. He had to get his previous shots to the publishers by a two o’clock deadline. There was no way he could do the shoot now and he had other important things to do afterwards.
“That’s just great,” he answered, but shaking his head he added; “but I can’t do anything about it today… can you come back tomorrow?… we can have a full session then.”
Judi looked to Tracy then shrugged her shoulders as if to say sorry. She remembered now that Lenny had to get away smartish and what she had proposed would not be possible until tomorrow.
“Sorry Tracy… I was forgetting,” she said apologetically.
Chloe was disappointed too.
“Can you come back tomorrow Tracy?” she asked. “I can be here with you if you like.”
Tracy considered the problem. She was planning on returning to Littlesea that evening and did not fancy the idea of coming straight back the next morning. But the prospect of being with Chloe for another day was quite exciting. She had a dilemma and did not know what to do.
Tracy explained the problem.
“I’ve just finished with the flat and I’ve nowhere to stay tonight unless I get a hotel,” she told Chloe.
Chloe thought for a moment, then her face lit up. She had the perfect solution.
She explained: “Tracy?… Why don’t you come back with me and stay at the university for the night? I’ve a room we can share… and most students are still away for the Easter Holidays… it’s all very quiet there at present and I’m sure nobody will notice.”
Tracy, still strapped to the chair, looked to Judi and then Lenny, and then back to Chloe. She could see that they were all waiting for an answer.
She nodded her head.
“Yes, why not?” she answered. “I don’t have to get back for anything in particular,… yes I can come back tomorrow.”
Immediately a little cheer went up around the room and Chloe clapped her hands with glee.
A decision was made. Tracy and Chloe would be back tomorrow for another photo session.

4:00 pm

Dr. Gabriel Lang was seated at his surgery desk looking through notes on a particularly troublesome patient when his secretary entered the room and handed him a large brown paper envelope stuffed full with sheets of paper.
At first the doctor looked bemused. His mind being on other things at the time.
“This has just arrived Dr. Lang… it’s from the police station,” she informed him.
Immediately the doctor realised the nature of the large envelope. It would be the transcripts of the Roger Downton interviews.
The doctor looked up and smiled at his secretary.
“That’ll be all, thank you,” he told her and waited for her to leave before opening up the envelope.
Slowly he scanned through the transcripts. These were the entire records of what Roger Downton had told the police. They included the brief interviews made with Inspector Hawkins and a more comprehensive set taken by the police in London.
There was also something else. Inside the envelope there were a few more transcripts not made by Roger Downton. This was something Dr. Lang was not expecting. Included in the envelope were copies of statements made by two women. One was from Davina Townsend the other from Georgina Watkinson, both of whom he knew. They were both patients of his. Apparently Davina Townsend was the lifetime friend of the second missing girl, Sylvia Sparelli; and Georgina Watkinson, a woman police officer, was the person that had brought Roger Downton to the attention of Inspector Hawkins in the first place.
The doctor contemplated his new findings. Davina and Georgina were both patients of his. He was still counselling them over the Malcolm Smith abductions. They had both been kidnapped by the original Caretaker and held in a mock dungeon at a local amusement park; and now Roger Downton was the new Caretaker there. He wondered if there was any connection?

5:00 pm

Sylvia Sparelli listened to the sound of echoing footsteps and held her breath. Her captor was approaching and she feared for what he might to do to her. She had sensed and suffered both sides of his personality. On this visit was he intending to add further misery to an already stretched and distorted body? Or was he going to be kind and release her from her agony? She remained perfectly still and prayed for the latter.
Away to Sylvia’s right she heard items being placed on the ground. There were two distinctive sounds, perhaps a plate and bottle going down. She asked herself, could this be food and water for another prisoner? For quite some time now she was of the belief that she was not alone in this vast and echoing chamber. She had called out on several occasions when the coast was clear, but had received no answer. She listened hard and concentrated. There came a faint sound of lungs expelling air, possibly the result of a gag being removed, but she could not be certain, everything was too remote and distance.
Sylvia took the opportunity to call out. If Gayle was there, and her gag had just been removed,  then this was her chance to answer back.
“Gayle, is that you over there?” she called and waited.
However, it was not Gayle that answered but a man’s voice, and he sounded very angry.
“You bitch!” the distance voice yelled.
She heard pounding footsteps rushing towards her.
Heavy charging footsteps screeched to halt alongside Sylvia’s stretched out body. Immediately she heard the one sound she dreaded. Beneath the bench she sensed the whirring of gears and the clicking of a ratchet. Slowly she felt the rope that hooked between her manacled hands begin to tension. She began to scream. She was starting to hurt and hurt badly. Pain returned rapidly to both her arms and legs. She was being stretched worse than ever now and she prayed that he would not go as far as tearing her joints from her sockets.
Thankfully the man did not go that far. Her ball-joints remained in her sockets, but only just. Sylvia tried not to move, but she could not stop herself from voicing her protest. Between screams and moments when she froze and held her breath, she could hear her captor fumbling for something beneath the bench.
She feared the worst. The breast-clamps were returning. But breast-clamps were the last thing on her captor’s mind. Instead he retrieved a bullwhip.
Sylvia did not know what her captor was up to until she heard the first swish of stout leather through the air and felt the strike cut deep across her breasts.
She screamed loudly and kept on screaming throughout all twenty strokes.
And she did not stop after that.
Her voice could be heard echoing throughout the chamber for many hours to come.

6:00 pm

Tracy drove her car though the open gates of the university and parked up in the students car park. This was holiday time. The vast car park was almost empty, with only half a dozen cars scattered about the four-hundred parking places.
Tracy gathered up her overnight travel bag, slung it over her shoulder and followed Chloe to the students’ Hall of Residence. As they entered the foyer Chloe pointed out the telephone on the wall.
“You can phone home from here if you want to Tracy,” said Chloe and pointing to the pay phone on the wall.
Tracy thought for a moment. She had not reported in the night before, so perhaps she should tonight. But then she thought again. Wendy would have spoken to Davina and told her all was safe and there was nothing to worry about. She was also thinking about Chloe’s position in all this. It was against university rules to admit non-students to their rooms. So perhaps it was best not to say nothing and leave all the reporting to Wendy.
“No, I’ll leave it,” said Tracy as she walked past the phone.

7:00 pm

After a day out walking and sightseeing along the Muddle Valley, Wendy and Tim returned to their room at the Shoulder of Mutton public house. They had followed the River Muddle upstream and visited Muddleton Mill, the sight of a famous painting. Tomorrow they intended to walk the river banks in the opposite direction and perhaps enjoy a picnic somewhere along the way.
“Wendy, are you sure you don’t want to phone home?” asked Tim as he took off his coat and hung it up in a wardrobe.
Wendy was seated on the bed and taking off her boots. She shook her head.
“No Tim,… Tracy will have reported in and told everyone I’m safe and with you,” she explained, “and anyway, this is meant to be our little secret. So let’s keep them guessing where we are for a little while longer shall we?”
Tim nodded his head.
The last thing he wanted was for anyone to know that he was spending a long weekend at a quiet retreat with Wendy.
Tim was eager to get to bed, and so was Wendy. They would have straight sex before going downstairs for an evening meal. After that there was a little late night bondage on the menu. They were having a great time and looking forward to three more happy days together.

8:00 pm

Darkness was falling and Davina was getting concerned. She had not heard from the two girls out in the field since yesterday morning when she had said goodbye to Tracy at Castle Point. Normally either Tracy or Wendy would have reported in by now, and this was the second night without contact. This was certainly unusual. It was established protocol to keep in touch, and a regular happening between all Pact members.
Davina phoned Georgina at Littlesea Police Station and told her of her concerns. Georgina however seemed to think there was a logical explanation and was not at all worried. She told Davina not to worry, stating that they were both grown up girls and could handle themselves.
Davina put down the phone and dialled again, this time the number of the London flat.
Mrs. Covington answered.
“Ah, Mrs. Covington,” answered Davina, “I was wondering if I could speak to either Tracy or Wendy please?”
Mrs. Covington seemed to be taken a bit aback.
“Why they moved out this morning,” she answered. “That bigger girl… Tracy… she told me they no longer needed the flat and handed back the keys.”
This was not really bad news. In fact Davina was expecting this to happen. Perhaps, she was thinking, everything was going smoothly after all and Tracy was on her way back to Littlesea right this minute.
“What time was that then?” Davina asked, “what time did they leave you?”
There was a pause.
“Oh, sometime around ten o’clock this morning,” answered Mrs. Covington.
Davina considered it to be a long time. Tracy should have been back in Littlesea by now. But then again, she may have gone somewhere else before coming home. She wondered too about Wendy. Her name had not been mentioned.
“Was the other one… Wendy… the smaller girl… was she with Tracy when they left?” she asked.
Mrs. Covington was not sure. However she could not recall seeing Wendy in the car as it drove away.
“I don’t think Wendy was with her… at least I can’t remember seeing her in the car… I’m not sure,” answered Mrs. Covington hesitantly.
Davina decided to leave it at that. At least she had an answer. The flat had been vacated.
“I see,” she answered thoughtfully, “that’ll be all Mrs. Covington,… thank you for answering.”
Davina put down the phone. She had not really gained a lot from that conversation other than to know Tracy and Wendy had vacated the flat. She decided to leave things until tomorrow. Then, if there was still no news, she would do something about it.

10:00 pm

Inside a room at the university’s Hall of Residence two girls were doing what each other thought natural. They were ready to sleep together. The bed was small, only single in size, but that did not matter. They would snuggle up closely together.
Both girls were naked. They had just showered and enjoyed the pleasure of soaping down each other’s bodies.
Chloe got into bed first, edged away to the far side and raised up the covers for Tracy to get in by her side.
“Come on in Tracy,” she said affectionately.
Tracy climbed in to the bed so that they lay face to face.
They kissed.
Chloe’s hand dropped to lightly run her fingers through Tracy’s pubic hairs.
“This’ll all be gone tomorrow Tracy,” Chloe reminded her, “touch me in the same place… see how different it feels… see how smooth I am… rub your mound up against mine... tomorrow we’ll both be clean shaven… think how lovely it will feel when we are both smooth and rubbing our bodies together… don’t you feel excited Tracy?”
Tracy nodded her head slowly and thoughtfully. A tear welled in the corner of an eye. She reflected on how quickly all this had happened. Wendy was gone and immediately Chloe had appeared to fill that gap. There was a saying; when one door closes another one opens. How true that turned out to be.
“I’m sure tomorrow will be wonderful… Oh Chloe!… I just can’t wait,” she told her, her voice choked with emotion.

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End of Chapter Twenty-eight