Echoes in the Woods, page 11
They arrived at the Radcliffe home around 11:45 am. “Mr and Mrs Radcliffe, I am holding a warrant to search these premises and any other premises you hold. Could you tell us where Brandon’s room is, please?”
Completely in shock surrounding the turning of events Mrs Radcliffe could barely speak, sitting down on her couch with her head in her hands, in tears, with her husband’s arm around her, trying to console her, watching the police officers going through their personal things that they held dear. Feeling violated and sickness developing in the pit of his stomach, “It’s the first left through that door; he also has his own space with the shed at the bottom of the garden.”
“Thank you, Mr Radcliffe.”
“What’s happening, I don’t understand. We came to you.”
“Ma’am, you better come and see this,” the constable said as he walked through the back door.
Entering the shed at the bottom of the garden, Inspectors Jenson and Rankin couldn’t believe what they were seeing. “We need forensics, I will call them,” said Inspector Rankin. “Ma’am, Ma’am,” Inspector Jenson heard her name being called repeatedly. She cleared the shed of persons, shut and bolted the door, so the contents would not be contaminated.
Inspector Jenson entered Brandon’s room. There was clothing everywhere, the bed was unmade and the television was still on. However, the picture was on pause and the smiling face looking back at her was of a naked Natasha Cley’s. “Looks like we have got our man!” she said, under her breath. She cleared the room in readiness for forensics.
Heading back into the living area, “Mr and Mrs Radcliffe, could you accompany me back down to the station please?”
“Eh, yes, why?!” Mr Radcliffe said with Mrs Radcliffe looking bewildered as though she has just entered her worse nightmare.
“Mr and Mrs Radcliffe, I am arresting you on suspicion of murder, you do not have to say anything. But, it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do or say may be given in evidence.”
The couple were separated and taken to the police station in separate cars. Forensics arrived. Police cordoned off the area. Within a couple of hours, items were tagged and bagged and were placed in the back of a white transit van.
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Mr and Mrs Radcliffe were released after four hours of being interviewed by the police. They were told they weren’t allowed to go back to their home, but had to find alternative accommodation within the area for a while until the police were finished gathering evidence.
They stayed with close friends, looking grey and dishevelled from their former selves, walking around like ghosts, only talking amongst themselves and very close family and friends. Mrs Radcliffe lost a stone overnight and Mr Radcliffe, with intense grief, brought on a heart attack, which would affect him for the rest of his life.
Their other two sons arrived from Sydney and Melbourne to support their younger brother and parents. They had to find themselves a new home and start again. Once it got out and the police had finished gathering their evidence, their home was set on fire and burned to the ground. People looked at them strangely, whispering behind their backs whilst others swore obscenities at them and spat on the ground. People they had known all their lives avoided them and wouldn’t speak to them. When the police were satisfied they had nothing to answer for, they were released without further charges and were then allowed to go about their business.
Kevin Stones’ home was also raided. As they entered the house, they found Mrs Stones destroying the evidence in the shed and was arrested and charged with facilitating in child sex exploitation and abuse. The police confiscated hundreds of DVDs and a video camera that was found in the garden shed. They also found one hundred thousand dollars in cash, stashed in the filing cabinet along with contact numbers, names, addresses and dates. Young Molly was placed in a foster home with a family that could attend to her needs.
The tent in the woods was tagged and bagged as evidence. They found used condoms and discarded knickers which belonged to Natasha Cley.
Brandon Radcliffe was charged with the murders of, Kevin Stones, Justin McClure, George Bradshaw, Heather Cilliërs, Wilf Macintosh and Natasha Cley. His name would be placed on the child sex register and he was sentenced to life imprisonment without parole.
The evidence provided in court was so devastating, Mr and Mrs Radcliffe couldn’t sit through it. Watching their son with his head down, looking sullen and terrified, they felt sick, disgusted and ashamed of their son, with the mounting evidence piling up against him. Unable to rationalise that their son was a deviant, an animal, they didn’t know this man standing in front of them.
Police trawled through hundreds of hours of DVDs to discover young Molly Stones subjected to devilish disgusting sexual treatment by adult men and women. She had been exploited for years; some of the men and women had now been identified and were in the process of being prosecuted. Natasha Cley and Heather Cilliërs were also found on the tapes, exploited by the same men and women.
In the tapes found at the home of Brandon Radcliffe, the content was of him and Natasha Cley. The bloodstained clothing found in the shed and personal items belonging to Natasha Cley were identified by the family. Semen was also found in the body. The most significant was the silver diamond bracelet that belonged to her late maternal grandmother.
The court heard of how this gang of kids terrorised and frightened the old and young. Walking around the streets like a pack of wolves hunting for their prey. Anyone they came in contact with, who they believed was an easy target, was subjected to verbal abuse and violence.
Brandon cried and pleaded with the Judge as his sentence was passed. He was then taken away.
Inspector Suzanne Jenkins was praised and promoted to Super Chief Inspector. She made it her mission to expose, chase and arrest the men and women identified on the DVDs, exposing a paedophile and sex trafficking ring. Wanting justice!
Chapter 21
Matthew scoured at his father, “She is too young for you, you love Mum. Why haven’t you tried to sort things out?”
“Because your mother doesn’t want to be with me,” he said, turning the page of the local newspaper, “and besides she has been cheating on me for years with the local quack. What makes you think I want her back?”
“Because you are in love with her.”
“Love isn’t everything, Matthew. I treated her badly, son, shamefully bad. Sometimes you can’t be forgiven for that.”
“I take it you have a thing for young Chloe then?”
“No!”
John laughed at Matthew, shaking his head in amusement. Getting up from the kitchen table, he started to head to the back door and turned, “Listen Matt, you like Chloe and that’s fine, but don’t lose your head, like her mother, that one.”
“What do you mean?”
John didn’t answer but just left the house leaving Matthew standing in the kitchen. John saw a car approaching in the distance; he knew it would be Faith, no doubt coming to collect the rest of her stuff. Even so, his heart fluttered and he felt all giddy.
Faith parked the car and John opened the door. “Hello,” she said, looking at him, all quizzical. “Looks like you have found your vocation, you look really good in this car,” drinking in her scent as she walked past him. Wanting to wrap her up in his arms and never wanting to let her go, she said, “Where are the boys?”
“The youngest two are with friends, out for the day and Matt’s in the house,” as he said that Matthew came running from the house wrapping his arms around his mother, squeezing her tightly, “I love you, Mum.”
“And I love you,” kissing him on the forehead.
“Coffee?” said John.
“Yes, please.”
“Matt, please go and put the kettle on.”
Matthew did as he was told, leaving his mum and dad alone. “So where’s the boyfriend?”
“So where’s the girlfriend,” she snapped back at him. John could only say, “Matthew?” She nodded rolling her eyes. “I have no defence, I was drunk, and she was wearing your perfume and some sexy underwear. What’s a man to do, I’m not made of wood.”
“Still a bit of self-control wouldn’t go amiss. Seventeen, John. She is fucking seventeen,” raising her hands in frustration.
“Jealous,” shrugging his shoulders.
Faith walked off in the direction of the house, shaking her head and swearing under her breath.
Entering the house, Matthew was making coffee, “And when did you start drinking coffee, Matthew?” thinking to herself, I haven’t been gone long and things have changed so much.
“I wanted one, is that ok?”
“Sure, but only half a cup.”
Matthew poured the coffees and sat down at the table with his parents. Matthew started to drink and in quick succession spat the coffee back out into the cup. Both his parents looked at each other and laughed. Matthew got monk on; he went to the fridge to get some bottled water and stormed out of the house, listening to his parents laughing at him. Faith, not thinking, put her hands in his, bringing his hand up to her mouth and kissed the back of his hand.
John pulled her onto his lap and they kissed. The gentle touch of his soft lips against her skin, his fingers in her hair, the slight touch of skin to skin; she could feel him swelling. She pulled back and just stared into his eyes, which were now filled with tears. “I’ll do anything, please come back to me,” pressing his face into her chest wrapping his arms around her.
“I have to go,” she whispered, pushing him away. Getting off his lap, he held onto one of her hands. “Faith, baby, I know I have done terrible things to you and to Jake. You have to let me try to make amends, to put things right.”
“Loving you was never a problem for me, John. When you drink you become someone I don’t even know, you’re ugly when you drink. I don’t like that person, and I can’t be around that person.”
“I’ll change.”
“You have been saying that for years, and nothing changes.”
John got up off the chair, still holding her hand; he wrapped her back in his embrace and held her tightly, then released her and watched her as she left.
Later that evening, the house was still and quiet. John sat in his bed naked with a bottle of Jack between his legs watching Reservoir Dogs. Chloe entered the room wearing a see-though camisole. “I thought I would come and say hi. You look like you could use the company,” she said. “You were absent at dinner, we were wondering where you got to.”
John looked at her and laughed, “Wasn’t hungry.”
“I’m hungry,” she said, crawling up the bed on all fours. John picked up the bottle of Jack and took a swig. Chloe pulled back the sheet revealing his swelling penis. She slipped his cock into her mouth, her tongue licking his shaft from tip to base. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up to him. He tore the camisole from her body and slipped himself inside of her, sucking and biting her nipples really hard, bruising them. She rode his cock, hard and fast.
John lifted her, placing her underneath him. “I’m going to show you how I really like it,” pumping steadily and deep inside of her, hearing her groans. “Say her name, John, and fuck me!” John looked at Chloe and pulled himself back onto his heels. He slapped her hard around the face bruising her cheek. Before she realised what had just happened, John had his hand around her throat.
He could feel her terror, which excited him. She tried to move but was unable to, she was still straddled to him. She tried to scratch him but was unable to as he grabbed both wrists and pulled them over her head. She was unable to scream due to his hand still around her throat restricting her voice and breath. He could feel her body go limp, giving up the struggle. He let go of her throat and held her wrists, releasing his other hand, reaching down for his belt, he tied her wrists to the bed. “Please, don’t hurt me, John,” Chloe said whimpering.
John positioned himself more comfortably, “I’m not going to hurt you, I’m going to fuck you, isn’t that what you wanted?” he said taking the Vaseline out of the bedside drawer. “No, not like that,” trying to move. “The more you resist, the more it will hurt; now just relax,” massaging the Vaseline into her ringer then inside of her anus with one finger at first, then inserting two fingers. Before applying more Vaseline he could feel her tense up, he placed his thumb onto her clit, slowly applying pressure in a circular motion whilst still working the anus muscle. “That’s it now, I have you.” Licking her lips, her body relaxed and moved in unison with his penetrating hand. Applying more Vaseline, a third finger inserted inside of her, stretching her muscle, further penetrating her deeper and deeper, making sure every part of her anus was fully greased and accessible.
Slipping his fingers into her moist pussy alternating both entrances, using her juices to liquefy the Vaseline he then greased his hard throbbing cock and slowly slipped it inside of her anus. Her muscles tightened and locked around his cock; a deep groan released from deep within him as he slowly pulsed inside of her. His breath became slower and deeper as he penetrated her harder and faster.
He could feel his climax building when he pulled his cock from her anus and thrusted himself into her juicy wet pussy. Her pleasure mounted as he pumped deep and hard inside of her; he sucked and bit her nipples hard. Withdrawing again, leaning back on his heels for a breather, he placed his hands onto her hips feeling her skin, whilst his thumbs made their way through her pubic hair, making their way down, opening her outer lips, revealing her clit.
His thumbs were on either side of her clit, applying pressure, squeezing them together, then rubbing her tip with thumb, like a miniature punch bag; her body was shocked with pleasure, her head went side to side with her pleading for more, calling his name. He inserted the vibrator inside of her, positioning the rabbit head onto her clit and turned it on, her body jolted. He lifted her hips to him, her legs over his shoulders. Slipping his cock into her anus he pumped, slowly at first, then faster and harder, her body shuddered into a climax, gushing all over him.
He kept on pumping inside of her, the harder and ferocious he got, the more excited and turned on it made him. Chloe, reaching her second orgasm, was still pleading for more; the harder he pumped, the more she wanted. Spilling his seed inside of her, from head to toe his whole body shuddered. Picking up his t-shirt wiping his cock then throwing it in the wash basket, sitting next to Chloe removing her bonds, she sat up. “You hurt me!” she said, slapping him on the chest.
“It didn’t sound like I was hurting you,” he said, pushing her away.
“You’re a fucking pig,” getting up walking to the door.
“Yeah, that’s right, and you keep coming back for more,” he said, watching the ending of Reservoir Dogs, not acknowledging her.
Chapter 22
Faith was making lunch for her and Mitch, when the doorbell rang. Mitch got up from the dining room table and made his way to the front door. “Hello Doctor Moody, could I see Faith please?”
“Course you can. Come on in, she is in the kitchen.”
Walking through to the kitchen, Faith looked up and saw a young girl of seventeen, standing there looking at her. “Hello, I’m…” Before she could say any more Faith interrupted, “Yes, you’re Chloe. Have you had lunch?”
“No,” Chloe responded, shaking her head.
“Well, then take a seat and I shall get another plate, would you like lemonade, its homemade?”
“Yes, please.”
Faith watched the young girl apprehensively move towards the kitchen table awkwardly as if she was in pain or suffered from arthritis in the joints. Faith started to serve and Mitch got the drinks and placed them onto the table.
Chloe drank and ate like she had never been fed; Faith and Mitch just looked at each other in surprise. “What brings you here, Chloe?” Mitch said.
“I wanted to talk to Faith. I need some advice and I can’t go to momma. She wouldn’t understand and people say you are so kind, so I thought I would take a chance in hope that you would talk to me.”
“What seems to be the problem Chloe, what can I help you with?”
“Your husband.”
Faith’s eyebrow rose as she and Mitch exchanged thoughts and looked telepathically.
“This is my cue to leave,” Mitch said, gathering up his drink and plate.
“You don’t need to leave on my account, Doctor Moody.”
“I think I do. I’ll be in the office if you need me,” Mitch said, walking out into the hall heading towards his office. Faith turned her attention back to Chloe.
“Chloe, how can I help you?”
“I’m pregnant. I am going to have John’s baby.”
“Really and how far gone are you?”
“A few weeks.”
“Well, it explains your appetite.”
“I’ve come here to tell you to stay away from John and the farm. I don’t want to see you up there. It only confuses matters, and it confuses him.”
Faith laughed, “You silly, silly little girl. Who put you up to this?”
“No one, I have come here on my own.”
“That’s not what I asked Chloe. Did your mum put you up to this?”
“No.”
“Right, okay, for starters you will see me at the farm as my boys are there and I will only be there to see them.”
“Second, you are not carrying John’s baby.”
“I am carrying his baby; you are just saying that because you are jealous. Jealous of what we have together. You don’t want him so now I want you to leave him alone.”
“Chloe, honey, you’re deluding yourself if you think you will have a future with John. Listen to me, you can’t be having his baby because John has had a vasectomy, he can’t have any more children.”
