It was conceived as a wonderful dare. It broke a whole bucketful of school rules but they were all eighteen-year-old sixth formers so it was completely legal. The girl would be chosen by lot and she would be smuggled out of school and go to the village pub.
It was conceived as a wonderful dare. It broke a whole bucketful of school rules but they were all eighteen-year-old sixth formers so it was completely legal. The girl would be chosen by lot and she would be smuggled out of school and go to the village pub where the plan would be to latch onto a man and get him to buy her drinks. It would be the absolute peak of achievement if she could wring a meal out of him and then go to the loo, slip out of the back door and back to school leaving him with the bill, a raging erection and no girl.
The dangers of such a scheme would have been obvious to any girl from a Comprehensive School but these girls had been behind the walls of their boarding school since they were aged eleven and they really had no idea of what went on in the real world.
Tamsin won the raffle and the whole sixth form pooled their best clothes and their best cosmetics to make her look irresistible. Actually, their lack of experience meant that the make-up was overdone and Tamsin looked like a common tart. On the Friday evening, Tamsin was escorted by two other girls out of the dorm, downstairs and out of the History room window. One girl went ahead as a scout for any wandering teachers but, at this time of night, that was unlikely.
They knew that there would be a bus at 9.30pm and it was only a short ride to the village. When Tamsin returned to school, she would be honor bound to tell the truth of her evening.
The Stockbrokers Arms was quite upmarket and the bar was luxurious, well-lit and welcoming. It did not take long for a dishy man to be drawn to the attractive lone girl. He bought her a drink at the bar and then they moved to a booth. She was drinking rum and coke mainly because she knew that she liked coke. He said that he was a sales rep passing through and only here for one night; she told him that she worked in a bank. She was on the fast-track management scheme and she added a couple of years to her age.
Tammy slipped into the conversation that she was getting a bit hungry but he said that they were only just getting to know each other and the kitchen would be open for hours so they had plenty of time. Of course, it was inevitable that she lost track of how many drinks she was consuming and he kept them coming. It reached the point where Tammy became decidedly woozy and the room started to swim.
He was very good natured and he said that they both needed some air so he escorted her out to the car park. She had to lean on his arm to keep upright. If anything, the effort of standing made her condition worse so he said that he would drive her back to school. So, he had not bought the, “job in a bank” line for a second.
His car was big and leather upholstered and comfortable and he put her in the back where she would have more space. The warmth of the heater and the hum of the engine was sleep-inducing and it was pitch dark in the country lanes so sleep soon overwhelmed her.
She was awoken by the car coming to a stop and he came to her door and opened it for her. Her memory and her senses in general were a bit hazy and she dimly took in the frontage of a large house. The car was parked on the gravel between the house and the lawn. A girl from a Comprehensive would have instantly known that this had to be his house so the story about just being here for one night had to be a lie.
“I can’t take you back to school in this state, you’d better come in and sober up.”
That was how they ended up on a huge white leather sofa in his lounge. He sat next to her, kissing and cuddling and she just went along with it. She did not, at first, notice that the buttons at the back of her dress were now undone and he was playing with her bra strap. He was being so nice to her that she felt it would be rude to say anything.
His other hand had been resting on her thigh and had somehow slipped up inside her dress. The dress must have accidentally ridden up so her legs were exposed pretty much up to her pants. He was kissing her quite passionately with his tongue exploring her mouth and licking along her gumline. Her bra strap now hung loose and that hand had gone to the hem of her dress.
“Let me ease this up for you, it’s getting in the way.”
The message somehow reached her brain that he was trying to get her dress up over her head and she made a half-hearted attempt to resist as well as murmuring something which might have been, “no…no..you mustn’t”.
He was very gentle and he moved very slowly but the dress was soon up and over her head leaving her in plain white school bra and pants with black tights. Her bra was hanging loosely from its straps as the clasp was undone. The situation was so serious and frightening that it drove some of the booze from her system and she at last began to resist him but it was far too late.
He easily yanked the bra off and her arms went up to cover her breasts. His fingers bit into her upper arm as he began to drag her from the sofa and call her bitch and whore. She put up the best fight that she could but he was able to drag her upstairs to a bedroom and throw her down on a double bed. He yelled at her to take off what little clothing she had left and, when she shook her head, a hard slap landed on her cheek making her scream.
Tammy tried to shuffle away from him and off the other side of the bed but he grabbed her leg and pulled her back towards him then two more brain jangling slaps landed on her face. He could have stripped her himself but he wanted to dominate his victim to the extent that she would uncover herself. He raised his hand for another slap and she began to pull down her tights and knickers as he watched and began to shed his own clothing.
His weight landed on top of her body and one hand clawed at her opening while he positioned himself and then she felt his hardness between her labia. She was hysterical and begging him to stop but then he was within her and she felt the sharp pain of a torn hymen. He had been waiting for this all evening and he kept on ramming into her then retreating and ramming again. It was pure animal, brute force and she had ceased to be a human being for him. Sometimes he spat onto her face and sometimes he rained down more slaps and even blows with his closed fist. Time no longer had any meaning but when it was finally finished, she curled up into a shaking, wet, semen covered little ball still weeping albeit less violently as she had very little strength left. A bruise was already rising on the side of her face and her groin was bloody.
He gave her no time to rest. He left the bed and put on a robe which had been hanging behind the door then he once again gripped her arm and she had to stumble on painful legs to a large bathroom. She ended up sprawled untidily on the floor and he rolled her over and began to bind her wrists behind her with the cord from his robe. He shouted at her not to move and then he was gone but he was soon back.
He had two pairs of handcuffs and he untied her wrists replacing the cord with a pair of cuffs, The other pair of handcuffs were used to lock one ankle to a radiator. He spat on her and left her alone.
When Tamsin failed to appear at school by the next morning her classmates knew that they had to tell the whole sorry tale to their housemistress and the police were informed. The barman at the pub remembered the girl and a man who sat together in a booth. He had not paid them any special attention and he described the man, whom he had never seen before, as ordinary. Drinks had been paid for with cash and there were no cameras in the car park as cars were parked at owner’s own risk.
Tamsin’s morning began with the man shouting at her for peeing on his bathroom floor. He brought cleaning agent and a cloth and uncuffed her hands but left her ankle chained to the radiator. He ordered her to clean the floor which she did. Then he freed her ankle and told her to get into the shower and he watched her every move as she cleaned her body and her hair. She told him that she had a bad stomach ache but he was unsympathetic. As soon as she was clean, he dragged her to the bedroom for a slightly gentler time of sex but she was still in pain from her stomach, from being cramped all night on the hard floor and from the previous night which she was sure had done some internal damage. She was, somehow, hungry and nauseous at the same time and she could not stop crying.
When he was sated, they lay side by side on the bed for a while and he handcuffed her wrist to his own so that he could sleep or at least doze while she quietly whimpered.
After a time, he moved and, being chained to him, she had to follow. They went downstairs to the hallway and he opened a door which revealed stone steps down into a cellar, he flicked a switch and there was light. The floor was stone flagstones and there were cardboard boxes piled along one wall. He freed his own wrist and cuffed her to a metal pipe which obliged her to stand and lean against the cold stone wall. The cold of the cellar raised the intensity of her nausea and she was sick but he still left her, closing the door at the top of the steps but leaving the light on. She continued to be sick but her belly was soon empty and then there was painful dry retching. The height of the pipe to which she was chained meant that she could not sit down and standing only worsened the pain in her groin and, of course, the air stank from the contents of her stomach.
She still wore her wristwatch so she could see the hours pass and she knew that she stood there for over four hours before he returned. He seemed to be in good spirits and he removed her watch and the small silver bracelet which she wore.
“You must realize that I can hardly send you back to school or anywhere really so we can’t have any identifying features on the body.”
In the long hours alone, she had been faced with the bleakness of her own future. She had wondered if he would keep her chained in his basement for years so that he could use her at will but it seemed that was not his plan. She babbled that her family had money and, if they got her back, they wouldn’t come after him. She pleaded that she was only just eighteen and that he had not yet committed murder so he could still walk free but it was futile.
“I have been working in my woods all morning and you need to see what I have made. You see, I knew that I would have to remove your head and hands so you would not be identified and that gave me an idea. Have you studied the Tudors at school?”
He did not wait for an answer but something was forming in her mind. Surely, he wouldn’t be so evil. She could plead no more as he tightly tied a scarf around her head and so deeply between her teeth that her face was distorted.
He freed her from the pipe and bound her wrists behind her with some rope which had been hanging from a hook on the wall. He also bound her elbows which caused pain in her shoulders and made struggling pretty much out of the question. The handcuffs were left in the cellar as he pushed her ahead of him up the stairs.
They went through a kitchen and into a large back garden. She knew that she was walking to her death but she was powerless. She tried to twist her body to escape his grasp but he was too strong. Most of the time she was not really walking because he was dragging her along and her feet were mostly just rubbing along the ground.
The garden gave way to woodland which was probably all part of his grounds. They went down a narrow path between trees and then left the path and came to a small clearing. A large tree trunk lay on the ground and she saw with horror an axe lying beside the trunk. It had a long wooden handle and the blade was a dull red color obviously dimmed by much use. He released her and allowed her to slump against a tree as standing unaided was impossible. He stood in front of the fallen tree trunk and she saw that a length of timber had been nailed along the trunk. Two upright pieces of 4X2 rose from the timber base and these were given extra strength by triangular pieces of wood fixed to the outside edge and to the base timber. The distance between the two uprights was just great enough to allow say, a human neck to fit between them.
She mustered all her strength to stand up and begin to run but after just two steps she found herself prone on the forest floor. He bent down and turned her naked body so that she could see the tree trunk with its timber fittings. He pointed out that one of the uprights was fitted with a hinged bar which could be raised so that it fitted over the top of the two uprights and a black painted hasp on this bar could engage with an eye on the opposite upright where an open padlock hung ready to secure it in place.
He lifted her bodily and laid her on her back then maneuvered her head so that he could push her neck down between the two uprights and secure her with the hinged bar and padlock. She tried to plead for her life with her terrified eyes but she watched him pick up the axe and measure its weight in his hands. He was smiling as he positioned himself over his victim and set his feet apart to give him a stable position. She saw him raise the axe over his head and then she clamped her eyes tight shut.
There was never any resolution to this case. No suspect was ever found and nor was any trace of Tamsin Fortescue so you may be wondering how I can know so much about the above events but I cannot possibly enlighten you.