AFTERMATH Book One - extract

 

Dr Melanie Lambert had the attention of every single person in that room. Male and female. Every eye was on her as she spoke. And apart from her voice there was this dead silence that seemed to scream out loud. If that makes sense. The thing was that Melanie's voice did not falter. It did not shake at all. She spoke like she believed every word she was speaking. Even though she knew that she was lying through her teeth. She had become Pippa's pet bitch. And over the course of a year she had become dependent on Pippa. The abused falling in love, falling in 'need' just 'needing' the abuser. And with every second that passed that she was with Pippa that need, that addictive need grew and grew. Even though Pippa abused her terribly, terribly, she needed her badly. And because of what Pippa wanted and needed, she was able to pull it off. She was able to pull it off to perfection. And that was more worrying than anything.

"I'm just wondering Dr Lambert - did you actually read this woman's file? Did you read the actual details of what she did to that couple from the City? From THIS City in fact? The skinned penis and testicles of the male. The clitoral circumcision and all the rest of it she did to the woman and god only knows what she did to those people's minds."

Melanie's eyes locked on to the woman asking her the question and it was like her face was expressionless. She thought about ignoring the question. It was a stupid, stupid question and a pointless one adding the details of the crimes for effect. It would be doubtful that anyone in that room hadn't ready the file, in full. Of course she had read the file - did this woman think she was thick or something?

"I read the file several times in fact. Several times before I even met the woman. And several times after I met her. And as you will see I have been adding to her file. It's called updating the file. I do that regularly. Every meeting recorded, minuted and minutely detailed. I had recorded her improvement over the year. And now we come to the point where I truly believe that this woman would become the vulnerable one if she was to be kept in this environment. I believe she needs to be released so that she can carry on with her womanhood. It's true she became unwired, a little unhinged and she did terrible things as a result. But she would never, ever do anything like that again. I believe that she hasn't been 'cured' as such - she has just been put back onto the rails, and now she should be permitted to live out her life as fruitfully as possible and in a way that benefits her. And in a way that suits her. The same as any woman in the civilised, developed world."

There it was again, that total and utter belief in what she was saying, coming through in the tone she was using. Again holding the whole room, the whole meeting almost in the palm of her hands. It was truly as though she believed the words she was speaking herself. The suit that Melanie wore was immaculate. It was a fitted skirt and jacket suit. It looked black but was probably more navy blue and it hugged her figure to perfection. Under the jacket a white, silk blouse seemed to cling to the mounds of her breasts. Of course, the scars on her breasts couldn't be seen. Healing scars, and open wounds. Nipples that had been treble pierced and ringed. If there had been a slight incline to that, eyes would have seen the imprints of the welded brass rings. And between her legs, shorn smooth of pubic hair, her vagina 'stitched' together, closed with other rings to the labia and then little, tiny padlocks in a row down her slit holding it closed. Pippa had shown a propensity to take the clitoris off her victims. But Melanie's she left. She left it and she pierced it. Actually truer would be the fact that she got this Doctor, her head doctor to pierce her own clitoris. And ring it. And to inject it with something so that it was always swollen. Always alive. Another truth was that Melanie had been made needy. Totally needed. Totally sexually aroused all of the time. She had had to be trained to function normally. Pippa had trained her as much as she had abused her.

There was another silence and Melanie looked round the room. She looked from one to the other and then back again.

"Was there anything else we had to cover before a decision is made?"

She was taking no prisoners. Pardon the pun! It was a known fact that this particular parole board was hard. In fairness it had to be. But that a case got this far usually meant that release was more or less assured. And in fairness Melanie had known that this case would be harder to get across than any others for obvious reasons. But there wasn't an aspect that Melanie hadn't lied on. Pippa was not cured. She knew that. She knew it more than anyone. The female sadist would never be cured but she had to get her out. She had been given the orders on the first day she met Pippa. And that was what she had been trained to do. Oh sessions had been recorded and detailed. Some of them. Not the ones of her being abused in terrible ways by Pippa though. Or the ones of her being trained - trained to minute and tiny tolerances. And of her being punished if she got anything wrong. And of her giving information to Pippa. Information about Delores and Max, and information about the woman who had brought the police in on her. It was the chairwoman of the board, a stuck up snob of a woman who spoke next.

"I think we're done here. But there have to be restrictions and conditions applied for the first twelve months. And she will stay under your care Doctor Lambert, is that clear?"

Melanie nodded slightly. She understood. She didn't care what restrictions were imposed. Pippa wanted to be out and she would be out. There were another few moments of silence - to be honest it was like a deathly silence that hung in the air. It was as though everyone in that room knew, except for Melanie, that they were about to do the wrong thing in letting Pippa out. But the professional had spoken and it was rare, if at all that the board overruled what the professional recommended. Then the meeting was over. Outside the rain was coming down hard and straight. Over the river a bolt of lightning headed into the ground and a micro second later a huge thunder clap seemed to rattle the whole building. Ten minutes later that room was empty.