The Driver

'That doesn't surprise me, sir, very few of them do.'

'No, no, inspector you've made a mistake I've never even seen child pornography let alone distributed it. What grounds do you have for arresting me?'

'Two weeks ago, acting on information received, we raided your Newcastle office and seized both your laptop and your desk computer. We also copied all the system logs of your company servers. We sent your machines down to London for inspection by the Met Police forensic computing team. They found more than 4,000 pornographic images and a hidden mailing list containing the contact details of known pornographers'

'Information received from whom? I tell you now Inspector if there is stuff like that on my computer, I didn't put it there. Either you've confused my machines with someone else's, or someone is trying to set me up.'

'They are your machines alright sir they even have records of you subscribing to some Kiddie porn sites using your personal credit card. You'd done a good job of hiding them. Most people would never have found them, but the team down in London are the best of the best. If it's there, they'll find it and in your case, they have. Not just the pictures, but also a hidden list of contacts containing some known paedophiles'

I felt a sudden panic run through me. He was deadly serious and it looked like I was in serious trouble. I knew that I needed help.

'I think I'd like a solicitor inspector.'

'Very well sir.' He turned to the constable. 'This interview is terminated to allow Mr McIntyre to find a solicitor.' He nodded to the constable who switched off the recorder and removed the two cassettes. He gave one cassette to me and put the other in an evidence bag.

'We'll leave the recording equipment here, It's pretty obvious you are going nowhere in a hurry. Here is my card, call me when you have a solicitor. If we don't hear from you within a week I'll come back with the duty brief and he can do the job.'

The two of them got up to leave and for the first time, the sergeant spoke, as she gave me a look that would freeze the Mediterranean.

'Some people would say you've already suffered enough. Not me, I won't be happy till you're rotting in hell.'

All three of them left me and I fell back on my bed. I closed my eyes and must have slept for a while. I woke thinking I had dreamed it all, a quick look in my locker and on the floor beside the bed told me I hadn't. In my locker, I found a tape cassette, while on the floor beside my bed sat the recording machine.

I could hear something out in the corridor. It was the trolley coming around with afternoon tea. Nurse Evans came bustling into the room. She kicked the recorder under the bed as she plumped up my pillows and made sure I was able to handle the tea. It had taken a while but at least we were on first name terms now.

'You seem a bit agitated Robert, Is something the matter?'

'To tell you the truth Nicola, I've not been sleeping too well lately. I wonder is there something you could give me that might help.'

'Oh and there was I thinking those policemen had upset you. They often do you know, upset patients.'

'No nothing like that, just a sleeping problem.'

'Don't you worry about that I'll talk to the doctor and get him to write you up something.'

The evening dragged by and sure enough at eight-thirty that night, the medicine trolley arrived and the nurse gave me two little pink pills to help me sleep.

I was dozing when he came in. The switching on of the overhead light woke me. He settled back in the chair in the shadows before saying anything.

'Hello, Bobby boy. How is it going?'

'Fat lot you care. Haven't I got enough on my plate without you coming around here taunting me?'

'Has something else gone wrong then?'

'Oh not much, just the police trying to fit me up on child pornography charges.'

'Really Bobby, why couldn't you be content with adult women, other men's wives. What made you stoop so low as children?'

'I didn't do it you stupid bastard. If you're going to sit there, the least you can do is listen. It's a fit up. Someone has planted that stuff on my computers.'

'So all you've got to do is find someone who hates you enough to do that. Doesn't limit it much really does it? They must be queueing up both sides of the Atlantic to get you. Still, they really must hate you to do that, do you know what happens to paedophiles in prison. They end up volunteering for solitary confinement just to keep the other prisoners away.'

'If that's all you've come to say you can fuck off right now.'

'Oh don't be so harsh Bobby. Why don't you tell me about the woman you were going to meet on the night of the accident? She must be something special.'

'What makes you say that?'

'You took the Jag. You must have wanted to impress her, and she's not easily impressed is she. She wouldn't take much notice of the company Beemer.'

'I used to know her back in Uni, must be more than twenty years ago now. God, she was hot. She looks good now but back then, she was gorgeous and totally smitten with me. My own little sex slave.' I heard him start to laugh. 'No really, anything I wanted I could have, her mouth, her cunt her arse, anything. She would sit naked at my feet, even when I had friends round. I used to parade her around campus on a collar and lead. She loved it, man, she was just crying out to be dominated.'

'And you were just the man to do it?'

'Too true, I'd have made her my pet, just like before. I know she's only pretending to be devoted to that wimpy geek.'

'How do you know she's pretending? Maybe she really does love him.'

'No, she can't do. I know how much she likes the bondage, the submission. She really gets off on it. I know she doesn't get that from him. It was only a matter of time before she realised how much she needed me....To tell you the truth I was surprised how big a fight she put up. The first time I lost patience and slipped a little something in her drink. The following morning she's running around like a headless chicken pretending to be horrified at what we'd done. It was hard to avoid laughing.'

'So what made her carry on?'

'She refused to see me for a while but as soon as she found out I had pictures of her sucking my dick all that changed. She pretended she met me to stop me showing the pictures to the geek, but that was just an excuse. She wanted it as much as I did.'

'So you did it again?'

'Yeah, I went to a conference she was at in Birmingham. I didn't use the drugs this time I wanted her to remember how good it was. I did give her a fair amount of alcohol to get her started. That time I went equipped I had her tied to the bed and blindfolded. I slapped her and fucked her just the way I used to. She's begging me to stop like she meant it. She always used to do that. I thought I had her, but in the morning she's all tears saying it must never happen again.'

'But she did agree to see you again?'

'Yeah, I still had to put pressure on. Told her I might get her sacked if she did not let me try one more time. I had to man, just to ease her conscience. So she could pretend to herself that she had no choice. I knew she wanted it. If it hadn't been for that wimp of a husband I wouldn't have had to bother. I mean what sort of man knows somebody is fucking his wife and does nothing about it?'

'You think he really knew?'

'I know he did, I sent him anonymous emails with pictures. Any normal man would have thrown her out.'

'Is that what you wanted?'

'Well if he kicked her out who would she come running to but Robert, the man who knows her so well. A real man would have kicked her out and I'd have helped her find a flat and slowly turned her back into my sex toy, but no, the geek does nothing.'

'What makes you say that Bobby? I mean, you are in here with your life falling apart around you. He is out there enjoying life and probably enjoying the woman you were trying to procure.'

'This was an accident.'

'Was it? Was it really? Do you know who was calling you when you were searching for your phone? It was her Bobby; she was calling you to say she wasn't going through with it and that you should do your worst.'

'No I don't believe you; she was waiting for me I would have made her mine.'

'So how come she was in her husband's arms by nine that night and by ten they were at it like Rabbits? She didn't want you Bobby.'

Suddenly it all came together, I knew who the voice belonged to. I knew who my tormentor was.

'You're him aren't you? You're Ronald the geek. You did all this to me you bastard.'

'I've told you before Bobby everything that's happened to you is a result of your own actions. You put yourself in here. I just eased things along a little. I didn't make your wife leave you or your father in law sack you, I just let them see who you really are. It's who you are that made them do what they did.'

'What about the IRS?'

'Once I found out they were looking for you, telling them where to find you, seemed like the right thing for an upstanding citizen to do.'

'What about the kiddie porn? What did I do to deserve that?'

'I don't know anything about that. I guess you just upset the wrong people.'

'You can't get away with this. I know who you are now, I'll tell the police.'

'Oh really, and what are they going to find? At the time of your accident, I was working in my office. I don't own a Land Rover. At this very moment, I am trying to drown myself in work, while I come to terms with the fact that my wife is having an affair. Tell who you like Bobby. Who is going to take the word of a paedophile over that of an upstanding pillar of the community?'

He got up and moved towards the bed. I felt the fear grip me as he came closer.

'Don't worry Bobby I'm not going to hurt you. I've brought you a little present. It'll come in handy when shaving. Best have it now. I won't be coming again.'

He put a flat package about the size of a paperback book in my bedside locker, then turned and left.

Chapter 6

The Shaftoe Residence, Shap village

7^th October

The Man

She'd enjoyed it she said, she'd found it exciting. Well if that's what turns her on, that's what she shall have. Even now, as I stood in the dark waiting for her, I had no idea if I could carry it off. Jackie helped me practice putting the handcuffs on. She'd been surprised when I asked, but I told her I was getting into amateur dramatics and I needed to do it for a part. I worked out how I would get the gag in but there was so much I would have to play by ear. I wondered how much longer this meeting could go on, but then I heard the garage door opening. It took a long time for her to come up to change out of her work clothes. She started up the stairs and I quietly moved to a position behind the door. The curtains were all closed and I'd removed the bulb from the main light in the room so I knew how I expected things to pan out.

Practice makes perfect they say. That was certainly the case when it came to the handcuffs. I had her hands cuffed behind her before she knew what had happened. Her crying out for help did nothing but help me. While her mouth was open, it was easy to push the ball of the gag in. I slipped the elastic over her head then put the blindfold on. She didn't start to put up a fight until I threw her on the bed and switched on the bedside light. As I grabbed one ankle, she started to kick out with the other foot. I had to sit astride each leg in order to strap it into the restraints. I got off the bed and looked at her. She still seemed to have plenty of fight left in her as she struggled against the restraints but there was no chance of her getting free. She was fully clothed, dressed in a two-piece business suit with white blouse and tights. I undid the jacket and started on her blouse. So many fiddly little buttons, I lost patience and just ripped it open. Her chest was heaving as I exposed her bra-clad breasts. Her head was thrashing from side to side and her attempts to scream just came out as nasal grunts. I picked up a large pair of scissors and cut the bra between her breasts. As I released her beautiful tits, I got a pang of guilt and pain. Could I really go through with this? I loved this woman, put her above all others, could I really treat her like a piece of meat to be used however I pleased? Then the other thoughts came in. 'This was how McIntyre treated her and she said she enjoyed it.' That thought was still in my head as I tore the tights and panties from her body. I'd expected to feel physically excited but I didn't start to get hard until I started squeezing her breasts forcing the nipples to pull tight and harden.

Standing at the side of the bed, I removed my trousers and jockey shorts then knelt on the bed beside her head. She was still struggling, but as I started to wipe my hard cock across her cheek, she suddenly calmed down. I reached behind her head and released the gag. I expected her to scream as I pulled the ball from her mouth but there was not a sound. As I brought the head of my cock to her lips, she opened her mouth and took it in without protest. She pushed her head forward taking me down into her throat as I grabbed a handful of hair. I had expected to be pushing her head onto me but she was doing it all by herself, her lips coming right down to the base of my dick.

Her mouth, tongue and throat were working on my cock and I was lost in the ecstasy of the moment, then I remembered my plan. I reached over and slapped her breast hard with my open hand. With her mouth still full, all she could offer was a nasal grunt. I slapped the other one and she pulled her head off my dick.

'Yes, I've been a bad girl, punish me.'

I couldn't believe it she actually enjoyed my hurting her. My cock started to soften but she took it straight back into her mouth and it was soon rock hard again. I pulled out of her and got off the bed walking around so that I could kneel between her legs. I leaned over her and grabbed two pillows from the top of the bed. I put a hand under her arse and started to lift. She surprised me again by arching her back and lifting her arse and back off the bed so I could put the pillows underneath her. With her pussy now raised and offered up to me, I thrust my hard dick into her in one movement. She gave out a little cry but she was already so wet I doubted it would have hurt her. For the first time in my life, I found myself performing what I can only describe as animal sex. I felt no love in it; it was more like a mechanical process. It was only the physical stimulation from her pussy that was keeping me hard. I felt her coming, her cervix trying to milk my cock for all the sperm it could get, but still, nothing happened for me. Her head was thrashing from side to side as she gasped for breath. I leaned forward and started sucking on her nipples then biting on them. Once or twice, she cried out in pain but still, I kept it up until a second round of convulsions struck her pussy. As her body returned to normal I pulled out of her and lined my prick up with her tiny anus. I started to push forward.

'Yes, Fuck my arse, fuck my arse!'

I pushed hard into her and she let out a scream. I slapped the side of her arse cheek hard and she cried out again.

'Bad girl,' she said. 'Bad bad girl,' as I hit her again.

I continued pumping in and out of her arse and slapping her buttocks until she came again. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep my cock from softening. There were tears running from my eyes and falling onto her stomach and I felt so ashamed at having hurt her. I moved up the bed to lie beside her and held her in my arms. I was a little shocked as she spoke to me.

'That was the most exciting sex of my entire life, but it's not how I want to remember you.'

'What?'

'This is the goodbye sex, right? You want to prove you can do it just as well as him. Well, you have, better than him. You've always been better than him. But that wasn't your best, and it's not how I want to remember you. Stay with me until morning and give me that tender loving that you do so well. The kind that makes me feel like the most precious thing in the world. Please, Ronald, do this one last thing for me.'

'You knew it was me all along.' I said as I took off the blindfold.

She blinked and screwed her eyes up against the light. 'Only since you put your lovely cock under my nose. Nobody smells or tastes like you do.'

'Why do you think I'm leaving you?'

'Your car isn't in the garage and the suitcase is gone. I thought you'd made a decision.'

'I have, I've decided to try and give you the type of sex you crave. Trouble is I don't think I can do it. I really hate hurting you. If that's what you need perhaps I should let you go.'

'If you just release me from these restraints, I'll show you how much I want you to let me go.'

I found the key to the cuffs and released her hands then undid the straps on her ankles. As soon as I lay back on the bed, she wrapped her arms and legs around me. As I hugged her back, she whispered in my ear.

'I don't ever want you to let me go. I promise I will never lie to you or mislead you again. Just remember, blackmail or not, I chose you. Why do you think I asked you to stop racing? Because I couldn't bear the thought of going on without you.'

Even when I got up to have a shower, she didn't let go of my hand. She followed me into the shower and with the water raining down on us we had the most sensual cleaning session of my life. When we went back to bed, I left her for a while. She protested but when I returned with a bottle of champagne and two glasses, she gave me the biggest smile I had seen in weeks. We sat in bed both naked drinking champagne and talking.

'Where is your car?'

'I put it in for servicing; they are bringing a courtesy car up here in the morning.'

'And the suitcase?'

'I hoped you'd be staying so I unpacked it. You'll find all the stuff in your wardrobe and drawers. I think some of it could do with ironing.'

We grinned and looped arms as we drank our champagne. I guess the look on my face must have changed because she stopped laughing and asked what was wrong.

'It's the sex thing. I can't do all that slapping around. That's not love as far as I'm concerned.'

She put her glass down, took both my hands in hers and lifted them to her breasts.

'I don't want you to hurt me. I only encouraged you because I thought it might help you forgive me. I do find it exciting being tied up sometimes. It's like being powerless, dominated, unable to do anything but submit to your wishes. I know it seems odd when I'm in charge all day at work, but it is a turn on.'

'So you'd like me to tie you up.'

'Sometimes, yes, as long as it doesn't mean that you stop the tender lovemaking that you do so well.'

'And how will I know when you want to be tied?'

'Oh, I'm sure I'll find a way of telling you. I've got to get my money's worth from that playsuit.'

I took her in my arms and kissed her. I slowly moved my kisses down her body. I was very careful not to hurt her nipples, which were probably still a bit sore. Down over her stomach, I went until my head was nestled between her legs. I continued kissing licking and sucking until I had her clitoris between my lips. Her hips started to buck, she was taking her breaths in short gasps and her pussy flooded with juices. I came back up the bed to kiss her on the lips before I climbed between her legs. I eased my cock into her and it was the best feeling in the world. With both her arms and legs wrapped around me, we were so close it was like one person. As I tried to move in and out, her hands gripped my back. I felt her fingernails go in and she was crying out in ecstasy before sinking her teeth into my shoulder. This time when her cervix started to milk me it got its just rewards as I felt the semen spurt from my dick. Her hands were on my arse pulling me into her, then in the small of my back as she brought her stomach up to mine. I pushed my hands in under her shoulders and gripped her as I forced my cock as far into her as it would go. Grinding mound to mound, we writhed in ecstasy each trying to give their all to the other. I could feel myself starting to soften inside her but still, we kept going. Her legs wrapped around me and her hands moved up my back pulling my chest down onto her beautiful soft breasts.