Chapter Thirty One

 

The atmosphere in the police car was electric.

‘How far away are we?’ asked Jenny.

‘About ten minutes,’ replied Det. Sup. Walker.

‘And, from what you know, what time does the ‘performance’ start?’ asked John, far more calmly than he felt.

‘Usually around about nine.’

‘But it’s half past nine now,’ shouted Jenny. ‘Can’t you drive faster’ she shouted at the driver.’ He made no response, concentrating on his driving.

‘Why can’t you tell them outside waiting for you to go in, like we see on the t.v. NOW’

‘Because of police procedure. They are not allowed to enter premises without a senior office present, and I am that senior officer. If it all went wrong, then we could lose a prosecution, and no-one wants that.’

‘If you don’t pull your fucking finger out, you’ll lose my son, and no-one wants that either.’

‘We’re doing all we can, we’re almost there, my colleagues are waiting for us, we know that the performance hasn’t started yet.’

‘How. How? She shouted.’

‘Because we have someone inside, as you know already, as well as a tracker on Cedric’s phone, so we’ve got most avenues covered. Don’t worry, we’ve got almost all the angles covered.’

‘It’s that word almost that worries me,’ said Roger’s dad.

‘Remember what I said, you are here because we want you to know what’s occurring, not to be involved. There’s some really bad people in that club tonight, people that you’ve never come across before, and never likely to. Not the class that’s going to be staying at your lovely guest house. John, I’m relying on you to look after your wife, make sure that she doesn’t get too close to what’s going to kick off inside there. We can look after ourselves, you can’t. It’s what we are trained to do, so no heroics, just common sense. Okay? I’ve put my neck on the line for you two, don’t abuse it. Understand?’

‘Yes,’ replied John, holding Jenny’s hand tightly.

‘Now, we are coming up to the gates, remember what I said.’

The gates swung open, held there by two police officers who had already arrested the two heavies who had been on the gate previously. A convoy of police vehicles swung in behind the leading car, heading straight for the rear of the warehouse. A private ambulance followed behind.

A big shout of ‘GO GO GO GO GO came up from most of the officers, both men and women, who were in full riot gear.

 

***

 

Ace stood between the two victims, stripped to the wait, his black body glistening with sweat as he listened to the heavy beat of the music, swaying his body to the rhythm, gyrating the knife in his right hand, teasing both men, first gently moving it under Roger’s chin, his face not moving, then slowly, mesmerizingly, the knife going to Cedric’s groin. He placed the blade under Cedric’s tiny prick, managing to find it, with the spotlight finding the knife’s surface, reflecting and glinting. Instinctively, the big man’s penis tried to shrivel away from the threat, and Ace gave a deep growl, from the depths of his throat that could be heard at the very back of the auditorium it was so quiet. A collective groan from the crowd as he slowly, very slowly, slid the knife away from Cedric’s tiddler, then a gasp as he sliced quickly across his victim’s chest, immediately a line of blood formed, then slowly trickled down his chest. Cedric exclaimed in pain.  The music continued with its rhythmic insistence, beating, beating, the regular drum beat finding the primeval instinct of every man in the audience. Ace wanted the audience to be kept at a constant state of excitement, that is what he was so good at and that is why the Club Sadist was so successful, so he looked at the blade of the knife, then placed it flat against Cedric’s right shoulder. Cedric stopped moving, absolute terror in every fibre of his existence, as Ace wiped the blood from the blade onto Cedric’s shoulder. Ace then turned the blade over, slowly wiping the blood from the other side onto Cedric’s other shoulder. Now there was streaks of blood on three parts of his body. He stood there, tense, not daring to move, dreading what was going to come next.

No warning, a shout of ‘Police, Police, don’t anyone move. Armed officers. Stay where you are.’

It seemed like hundreds of police officers in riot gear were everywhere, including at least a dozen who rushed onto the stage. Cedric fainted in relief, but Roger still stood there, magnificently naked, huge prick standing to attention, a warrior in his prime, slightly bruised, but that was all. He was cut down from his bondages, but he showed no relief, as if expecting this outcome all along. Then his parents were on the stage with him, mother tearfully hugging as if she never wanted to let him go, father standing, looking very proud of his only son.

Dept. Supt Walker walked on stage. ‘Come on Roger, we’ve got to take you to hospital for a check-up.’

‘But, we want him home with us,’ said Jenny.

‘Sorry, but it’s procedure. I let you come along so you could be sure that Roger was okay. He’ll be home with you in a day or two, right as rain, so the Sergeant who drove you up here will drive you back, and I will make it my personal responsibility to make sure that he’s returned safe and sound to you when he’s ready.’ She placed a blanket round Roger’s shoulders, as she led him to the waiting ambulance at the back of the building. They both entered, and she lay him down on a stretcher as the door was closed.

‘Where are we going?’ asked Roger.

‘Straight to a private room I’ve got booked for the next two days. It’s got room service, all the t.v. channels you could possibly want, including porn, a fabulous bath, a gigantic walk-in shower, and the biggest bed that you’ve ever seen, with black satin sheets, matching pillows, and inside the bedside cabinet is a vast, and I mean vast, selection of vibrators and sex toys.’

‘Sounds to me like you’ve thought of everything. Never knew you were a copper when you stayed at the guest house, though. I’ve got the biggest stalk after all this excitement. Should manage to make it last for two days.’