Chapter 5. A quiet half day?
Sarah didn't like being alone in the quiet old house. Bruce had gone to attend a
wrestling committee meeting in central London. He'd left her some work for the
morning but said she could have a free afternoon. Wandering around the deserted
house, Sarah couldn't settle to do anything. Her life for the last five days had
become almost routine. For an hour in the morning she practiced typing skills
using a computer programme, it was something Bruce said she needed to learn but
smacked of school work so she didn't do it with any real enthusiasm. After a tea
break Bruce tried to teach her to use the Office suite of programs and to keep
his accounts up to date. She did better at this and was amazed at the amounts
involved. "The price of that vase is peanuts compared to what he earns," she
said to herself, "and yet he put me through hell because of it!" It rankled her
a little as she fed in the latest figures from his bank balance deposits.
Three o'clock and Sarah decided she would go to Romford and perhaps go to the
pictures. However, she had not yet had her wages for the week. It was Thursday
and the agreed pay day was Friday. The ?50 was still in an old biscuit tin where
it had been left nearly a week previously. "I'll borrow that and pay it back
when I get my wages. Surely he didn't expect me to stay indoors? He said I was
free didn't he? And this is not a prison. He surely won't mind if I go out for
the afternoon?" Actually Sarah wasn't too certain if he would mind. She knew she
ought to have mentioned it before he left.
Having made up her mind she walked over a mile to Nazing and caught a bus to
Epping and from there took the train to West Ham and decided to stay there. She
bought a few items and went to the cinema before deciding she had better head
back. By the time she arrived in Nazing it was nearly dark but she wasn't too
bothered, her night time activities had blunted any fear she might have of
darkness.
Passing the big house with the sign, 'The Pightles' her burglar senses came to
the fore as she noted it seemed deserted. No cars in the driveway and no caravan
parked alongside the garage. Peering over the shoulder height wall she looked
over the place. "Yes they have gone away. And left a first floor window slightly
ajar. That was stupid of them. There's a down pipe almost alongside." Casting a
semi-professional eye over the place she guessed it would be alarmed but
possibly that window might not." Placing her hands on the top of the wall she
went to jump and turn to sit on the coping stone but had forgotten the muscles
in her arse still weren't ready for that kind of movement and her leap fell well
short of the top. Rubbing and squeezing her bum she stood for a few moments
looking over the wall. She had more or less decided there wouldn't be anything
there for her. Her fence, if he wasn't already in custody would certainly be
watched and she had a job now. "It's not worth the risk," she told the night
air.
"Sarah?" Sarah jumped at the whisper.
*****
D.S. Elaine Willis had watched the deserted house for over half an hour. Her
snout had informed her that a group of professional burglars had been casing the
place but he didn't know exactly when the raid would be. Resources were limited
so she was watching the place on her own initiative but with a radio connection
to the station that she could call on for back up if required.
Through a night vision monocular she watched the girl she recognised as Sarah,
walk down the lane. "Why has she stopped at this house?" She didn't think the
girl was part of the gang and she didn't usually go for such up-market places.
Perhaps she was a decoy? Perhaps she was just on her way back to the Masterton
place. Smiling she watched Sarah's attempt to climb the wall and knew why she
rubbed her rear. Perhaps she is just a passer by.
"Over here Sarah."
Recognising the voice, Sarah went over to the policewoman and found her by a car
well hidden by bushes. "What are you doing here, Sarah."
"On my way home. Nothing wrong with that is there?"
"To the Masterton place?"
"So?" Elaine questioned the girl further but only received reluctant
monosyllabic replies. Sarah began to realise Elaine was doing an 'obbo' on the
house. "You expecting the house to have visitors then?" she enquired. On hearing
the admission, Sarah went on, "Not surprised when the stupid owners leave a
window open."
"You're pretty observant. But my advise is keep away. The people we think may
visit are pretty ruthless." Sarah continued on her way, Elaine in dark clothes
faded once more into the background.
Two hundred yards down the road Sarah heard the sound of van approaching. Almost
instinctively she moved to the roadside bushes and crouched down. A dark
coloured van passed with only its sidelights showing. "Bet they are the
burglars," she thought. Keeping to the shadows, she followed the van back to the
house. Hiding, in one corner she could just make out one man had left the van
and had leapt over the wall. With eyes now used to the low light level she saw
the man climb the down pipe and open the window. There was a puff of smoke from
a canister and Sarah made out a line of red light. "The window was alarmed," she
noted. The man slid under the beam. Moments later the alarm rang for a few
seconds and then silence. A door opened and the van backed up to it. For a short
while there was a lot of activity as items were loaded.
"Woof, woof. Woof" A dog walker torch in hand came along the lane. One of the
men went and peered over the wall until the walker had passed.
"Control to Zero One Four!" The unmistakable sound of a police radio crackled in
the stillness.
"Damn," cursed Elaine, "Thought I had turned that off." Before she could do
anything the man had crossed the short space between them and punched her in the
stomach. Tossing the radio into the back of the car he forced Elaine's hands
behind her back. Seeing handcuffs in her open handbag, he clipped them on her
wrists. Elaine tried to shout but was given another punch which again knocked
the breath from her body.
"Control to Zero One Four! Do you read me? Elaine do you require assistance?"
"Tell them no or you're dead!"
"Zero One Four to Control, all quiet here Jennifer." Her voice shook but the man
seemed to think it was okay. He switched the radio off.
"Where's the rest of the team?" A glint of moonlight caught the shine on the
blade of a switch knife. The point touched her throat.
"I am on my own. No resources for more." Tears were streaming down her face.
The man forced Elaine to walk to the house.
Back at Control June was puzzled. "Why had Elaine called her Jennifer when they
had known each other for many years? Did she detect nervousness in her voice?"
She decided to call her superior.
Sarah watched, uncertain as to what she should do. She didn't like the police
but didn't want to see Elaine hurt. She had said the men were ruthless. Would
they kill her? If they did there would be one helluva stink and she might be
suspected of involvement. Activity at the doorway ceased when Elaine was taken
inside. Taking advantage of the lull, Sarah decided to get closer. Now she could
hear their voices.
"Seems she was alone just keeping an eye on the place."
"Yeah but what do we do with 'er now?"
"Well I'm going to get my cock into 'er seeing as I missed out on a lot of cunt
when I was inside."
"Well you better be quick. I think we should get the rest of this stuff in the
van and get the hell out of here."
"I'm fucking 'er first."
Hugging close to the house Sarah arrived at the down pipe. It was around the
corner from the doorway so she wouldn't be seen unless they looked. Could she
climb it with sore arse muscles? She knew that with the excitement and the
adrenaline flow she could. Guessing the alarm had been turned off, Sarah went
straight into the house and found herself in a bedroom. Footsteps.
"Move yersel pig." Fortunately for Sarah, the curtains at each side of the
window were full length. Quickly she hid behind them but the man pushed Elaine
into the bedroom opposite. He left the door open and put on a bedside light.
"Time for a little fun. I wanted to force fuck a screw for a long while, now I
am. An you won't need to worry about pregnancy. We'll tip you over the bridge on
to the motorway in a short while!" The man gave an evil chuckle. "That'll be one
pig less. Even it is a woman pig."
Sarah moved from behind the curtain and crouched behind the bed in a position
where she could see into the other room. Elaine she noted was on the bed gagged
but trying to kick at the man who was removing her shoes. Her efforts were
futile and her assailant quickly removed not only the shoes but her trousers and
knickers.
"That's more like it," the man grinned as he opened his fly and pulled out his
erect cock. "Didn't expect to get a good fuck when you started out tonight did
yer?" Elaine continued to flail her feet in all directions in an attempt to
forestall the man's efforts. He just laughed and slipped the wide leather belt
from his trousers. "You really are a dumb bitch aren't you? You've only a short
while to live so you might just as well make it easy for yersel'." With that he
swung the belt in a wide arc and brought it crashing down across the top of
Elaine's thighs. A second followed almost without pause. Only muffled moans came
from behind the gag but Sarah could feel the pain she must be in.
"Open your legs!" Elaine parted her thighs a little. "Wider!" Realising any
further reluctance to obey would be futile, Elaine obeyed and the man
immediately pulled her forward until her legs were over the end of the bed. He
thrust his cock in without any preliminaries and was soon pounding away.
However, it was all over in a few minutes. Wiping his cock on the inside of her
thigh he left to rejoin the others.
Sarah could hear the noise of furniture moving below and crept into the Elaine's
room and was about to try and free her when from below she heard, "You'll have
to make it a quickie Bert. We're off as soon as we get the last few things
loaded and 'er in the back as well." Diving under the bed, Sarah heard footstep
ascend the stairs and while she couldn't see anything this time, the bouncing of
the springs above her and the obscene remarks Bert made, told Sarah just as
vividly what was happening.
As soon as Bert left, Sarah loosed Elaine's gag a little. Where's the key to the
cuffs?" she whispered.
"In my purse in the car."
"Damn." It would have been too late anyway. More footsteps on the stairs. This
time more than one. "Are they going to gang-bang her?" wondered Sarah as once
again she dived under the bed. No. The men just carried her downstairs. They
left her trousers on the bed. Sarah felt in the pockets. There might be a phone
she thought but there wasn't. She did find Elaine's car keys. She slipped across
the landing to the room she entered. There was an argument going on downstairs.
Another of the men was demanding to have a quick fuck of the bitch cop. The
leader was trying to get them away but it sounded as if he was going to lose
out.
