EXTRACT

Chapter 1 - The Case

 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we start the daily meeting with public enemy number one. One, Francis Pembroke, thirty-three, and from Uckington. We have a list of charges attached to his name, starting with the most minor, three counts of breaking and entry, six counts of sexual assault, and three counts of serious, sexual assault.

On your pads you will have his details, and his photo, as you can see from the details, there is no doubt, his DNA was recovered at the scene of the last serious, sexual assault, a vaginal smear was obtained from her clitoris, he left the condom inside her accidentally, and removed it, but his cock dripped as it were, on her clit, hence the DNA.

It is the third time he has been accused of serious, sexual assault, but the first time there was insufficient evidence, in the last five years since his spree began, a lot of advances have been made in forensics. We now know that the evidence which the judge threw out is, or was factual, he did seriously, sexually assault that woman.

His M. O, is to break in, hence the charges of breaking and entry, then slips his victim a drug to immobilise her, he then strips her, lies her on the bed, tying her to it spread eagle, and fucks her, usually twice, before leaving.

It has to be said that ignoring the assault on an innocent female, and the brutal means he uses, the females concerned all say that he is good, four orgasms every time he fucked them, so not to be sniffed at. He is more than capable of satisfying a female, I just wish he would ask her, first.

OK, get out there, date stamp, twenty-nineth, April, twenty-thirty, be safe, and bring the criminals in, especially that one," the Sergeant giving the briefing told her officers.

Janice and Alice left the briefing chatting as the others did, every officer was partnered, none of the officers went out, alone.

As for me, well I am Joseph Imran, a name given to me by my adoptive parents, my mother died when she gave birth. I didn't have a father erm, birth father, my dad was the man who adopted me, Mr Imran. After school, and university, I became an accountant, and now out in the field as it were, gaining experience before joining my father's firm as company secretary. As he said, "Let the other firms pay for your education."

I went on every course I could do, to learn as much as possible, and currently I am away from home, on a course. While my mother lay in the delivery room, she told the nurse that she was going to call me Joseph, and the nurse passed it on, when my mother died, hence my Jewish, Asian name.

It had been a pretty intense evening class, and I was walking to my hotel, deep in thought, across a park. There was one particular equation that kept on going around and around in my head, distracting me.

I did not see the two officers sneaking up on me, I was too busy trying to work out the equation. It was home work, and there were tables to be considered, but my mind was fast, and I had a very good memory, photographic memory, they said.

I needed to concentrate, but there before my eyes were the tables, just as if I were looking at them in the book.

I felt the jab in my back, and a female voice spoke, "Francis Pembroke, I am arresting you on a charge of serious, sexual assault, you do not have to say anything, but anything you do say will be taken down, and used in evidence against you. If you do not have a lawyer, one will be appointed for you, do you understand your rights?" The female voice asked.

"Y-Yes, but you have made a mistake, I-I am not Francis Pembroke," I said, raising my arms offering no resistance to them.

"Then you will have proof of who you are, my colleague will now search you for identification, move your hands, and I shoot you; a tranquiliser dart, it will not kill you, but I have by law to inform you of the fact that I will, shoot you, and you will wake up with a terrible headache, in a prison cell. What's in the brief case?" the female asked me.

"Erem, my, erm, study books," I replied nervously.

"You don't seem very sure, are they, your books?" she asked me.

"Y-yes, yes, I am on an accounting course, here look, but I do need them back," I said, as the other female officer continued to pat me down, looking for any form of identification.

The officer took the brief case off me, and opened it, "Julie Ann Dowes, You, do not look like, a Julie?" the one patting me down said, querying the identification.

"Erm, no, erm, no, I am not, I-I, erm, must have picked her case up by mistake, our cases were together, we are always doing it," I told them, still very nervous.

"I am not happy with his replies, are you, Officer Alice?" One of them asked.

"No, I am not, Officer Janice, but the station is closed for the night, the joys of working a rural station. Where can we take him, till it opens in the morning?" Alice asked.

"I don't like the idea, but I do have a cellar with a cage in it. We could hold him in that till morning, couldn't we?" Janice asked, as a suggestion.

"Did you ask the inspector about that?" Alice asked.

"Yes, he said he would get back to me, but hasn't, as yet. I don't see any other option, we are off duty now, actually, well, as of five minutes ago, and the main suspect in the major crimes division is in our hands. We can't just let him go, because we are out of time, can we?" Janice asked.

"No, we can't. I am taking charge, put your hands behind your back, you are under arrest," Alice told me, and I did, as told, so she could handcuff me.

They led me to their vehicle, and it was a police vehicle, which did ease my fears slightly, it was not, a kidnap. My parents were wealthy, and it was always a fear that someone may kidnap me, but the police vehicle eased that fear. Now it was just that I was accused of something I had not done. Because I was innocent, I knew I had nothing to fear, and went with them, willingly.

They put me in the back of their vehicle, and drove me to the house, it was a four-bedroom detached house on the outskirts of the town.

"I don't know how you can afford a house like this on an officer's pay." Alice said.

"I couldn't, if I hadn't have inherited it, council tax, electricity and water are all I can afford, and only just. If I had a mortgage then, I wouldn't be able to afford it," Janice said.

"So, that is why you are pushing for the promotion, is it?" Alice asked, laughing.

We drove up the drive, the passenger got out, and opened the gates, we drove forward into an enclosed area, with an eight feet fence on one side. The eight feet gates behind us, a garage before us, and the back door to the house on the other side. It was fully enclosed and secure. They opened the rear door for me to get out, while Janice opened the back door, and Alice opened the car door, then pulled out her gun. Janice came for me, and led me inside.

They led me down into the cellar. I began to complain about being locked in a cage in her cellar, and not the official cells. It was making me nervous. What were their intentions towards me, were they police officers, or was I being, kidnapped?

"I am sick of its moaning and questioning us. You kneel," she ordered me I did, as told, "Take your panties off, and give them to me," Alice said.

She did the same, and a stocking, then she pushed the panties down the stocking to the toe, and grabbed my hair pulling it backwards, and stuffed the panty filled stocking in my mouth. She took the leg part around my head, and tied it off, with the panty filled toe fixed, in my mouth, gagging me.

"The crime you are accused of is serious, sexual assault, and we are female, therefore you are going to be locked up safely. Well away from us, we may enjoy having four orgasms, but it will be with the person we decide, not you, now get up, and go in the cage," Alice told me, I did do.

The entrance door was small, only half the height of the cage. I felt it was more of an animal cage, with such a low door.

I am five feet six inches tall, and I had to stoop slightly, it was an animal cage, they had put me in.

"Alice, our worn panties, for a gag?" Janice queried.

"Needs must, when the devil drives, on the advanced training course I did, we learned to adapt, use what was available. Like now a blindfolded prisoner is more likely to do, as told, because they cannot see, and I have as I am sure you have in your bag, a sanitary towel, we will now blindfold it, as well, making it less of a problem. OK, will you go along with it for now? In the top drawer of the work bench there is a roll of tape, get it, will you?" Alice asked.

I saw them get the tape, and while Alice got it Janice took a parcel out of her handbag and opened it. She ripped a backing strip off it, and entered the cage. She went behind me, and placed the sticky strip across my eyes, while Alice now put tape down from my fore head, onto my cheek, ensuring I saw nothing.

"What else did they teach you?" Janice asked.

"Well, if you must know, a naked prisoner feels more vulnerable, and is easier to handle, shall we?" Alice asked, her voice seemed excited.

"Don't you think that may be going a bit too, far?" Janice asked.

"No, I don't, and for a good reason. It is Friday, we will not be keeping it overnight, but for the weekend. The station will not be open until seven o'clock on Monday morning. What if we have a full confession, to go with, the capture? The promotion is in the bag," Alice said, adding, "We still have to patrol tomorrow, and naked it will not even try, to escape. From the fear of the shame, running around naked, and seen by all the old fogies, who scream, as his bits bounce about, naked we have total control, of him," Alice said.

"And, we have the six-two shift, this weekend, so we can sleep from two in the morning till we wake up, and interrogate it from then until we go on shift. I like the idea," Janice said.

They entered the cage again, and began to strip me, I struggled but without my hands, blindfolded, and gagged, what chance did I have, against two of them.

They undid my shirt, then slipped it off my shoulders, and down to my wrists, then they put a second set of hand cuffs above the shirt, and removed the lower ones. My hands still in cuffs they now slipped my shirt off, and pushed the handcuffs down, and tightened them. Then they lay me down on the floor, and one sat on my lower legs while the other one undid, and pulled my pants down part way, then she moved, and sat on my thighs while the other pulled my shoes, socks, and pants off. I heard the rattle of chain, and then felt the cold of a cuff being fitted around my ankle. I tried to move it, but one held it while the other fitted the cuff, and then they repeated it on the other ankle. There was the rattle of chain, and then the clang of the cage door, and it being locked.

"Alice, I am proud of us, there is not a cat in hells chance of it escaping us, now. Shackled, semi naked, chained to the bars, gagged, blindfolded, and handcuffed again, chained to the bars. It is totally secure; we can now go to bed. I suggest you stay the night, once locked in the cellar as well, it is fucked. Leaving it lying on the straw for a bed, was another good idea, it will struggle to stand. Mr, Pembroke you are, fucked, all that remains is the confession, to three serious, sexual assault charges, three breaking and entering charges, and six sexual assaults, on defenceless females, think about that, while we get some sleep," Janice told me, and they left me.

I did hear the cellar door close and lock, and then I was alone wearing just my boxer shorts, and shackled, well and truly.