Tracey’s Severe Restraint Order
Tracey Smith had just got out of the bath and was about to go to bed when a loud and persistent knocking at her front door forced her to respond. She knew immediately it must be trouble. Only the police knock like that, she thought wearily.
Grabbing a dressing-gown she went downstairs and opened the door. In the porch light at the front of her house she saw clearly two tall and stern-looking police officers in full uniform. One was carrying a baton in his right hand and what looked like an official notice in his left. The other was a policewoman who pointed a taser menacingly in Tracey’s direction.
The male officer was well over 6 feet tall and the woman was 5ft 9. They towered over the 5ft 2 Tracey who looked at them nervously.
‘Can I help you, please, officers?’ she said meekly.
‘You are Tracey Smith,’ the male cop said.
‘Yes, I am. What seems to be the problem?’
He looked at her with a twisted smile on his face.
‘You are,’ he said quietly.
At those words Tracey got extremely nervous. She couldn’t think of anything in particular she might have done to bring herself to the attention of the police but these days you never knew. There were stories of women being arrested for no reason at all and of them being subjected to all kinds of horrific abuse.
‘Sorry, officers, I don’t understand. What is it you think I’ve done wrong?’
The policewoman spoke at that point.
‘Your former boyfriend John Chambers has taken you to court. He’s obtained a restraining order against you.’
Tracey stared at her in shock and disbelief. Yes, she remembered breaking up with John – or, more accurately, him dumping her – but she’d thought that was the end of it. OK, she was still working for his father’s company but they hadn’t spoken to or seen each other for a month now. Why would he want to take out a restraining order against her?
‘Mr Chambers has been talking about you with his father,’ the woman cop continued. ‘They’ve both decided that you’re too much of a loose cannon to be left to your own devices. So they went to court and made an application for a restraining order against you. With immediate effect.’
Tracey gasped in horror. Why would John and his father do something like this to her? And what exactly did the woman mean by a ‘restraining order?’
The policewoman smiled again as she continued.
‘You may or may not know but with the recent legal reforms there are now three types of restraining order that a court may impose. Tracey Smith, you have been sentenced to the most severe type of restraining order.’
Tracey stared at her in disbelief and wondered for a moment if she could close the door and try to get away. As if reading her mind, the policewoman pushed it firmly open and the two cops came right inside the hall.
‘Resisting arrest,’ she smiled. ‘We’ll have to subdue this uppity cunt.’
The policeman gave Tracey a hard whack with his baton in her midriff. She doubled up in pain and the policewoman quickly stripped her dressing-gown away from her. Tracey now stood before them completely naked.
'What a fat fucking slag!’ the policewoman laughed. ‘I’ll taser her tits to slow her down!’
Tracey did a whirling Dervish dance as the taser dart landed on her tits. She slumped to the floor and the two cops laughed at her predicament.
Quickly they cuffed her wrists behind her and the two cops looked at each other enquiringly. The man nodded and the woman cop bent down and opened a large toolbox she was carrying when they knocked at Tracey’s door. She took out a bunch of fetters from the bag. The manacles were almost completely escape-proof with a rigid metal cuff at each end. As the dazed Tracey slowly awoke each cuff was fastened tightly around her ankles with an audible ‘click’ as they snapped shut. The male cop looked at the naked and helpless Tracey with interest.
‘By the time her restraining order ends there won’t be any sign of anything that happened to her before we put her in full severe restraints. Let’s have some fun!’
With the now naked Tracey unable to resist, the two cops began working her over systematically. They slapped her face, punched her tits and belly and kicked her up the cunt.
That was just for starters! The male cop then pushed Tracey against the wall, smashing her face into it and squashing her large tits as he did so, before, to Tracey’s horror, unzipping his trousers and raping her large arse. Her screams only made the two cops laugh and when he was finished at last he turned Tracey round and stared straight in her face.
‘Clean my prick up, whore!’ he commanded. ‘And don’t even think about trying to bite me. The way you are, you can’t do anything to stop us giving you some real fucking punishment. So just suck away, bitch. Clean me up. And make sure you clean off all your shit from my prick too or I’ll punish you good and hard.’
Tracey, sobbing by now, did as she was commanded. She was too terrified of the two police officers to even think of resistance.
When he was satisfied he put his prick away, zipped up his trousers and laughed. Turning to the woman cop, he pointed to Tracey.
‘You want to play with titface here?
The policewoman took off her skirt and knickers and pulled Tracey towards her.
‘Lick my cunt! And I expect you to give me an orgasm or you’ll be punished!’
Tracey somehow forced herself to lick the policewoman’s cunt in spite of her distaste. She was so traumatized that she didn’t dare to do anything else.
‘OK, bitch, not too bad a job,’ the woman cop said. ‘Right, now we’ll put you into the next part of your severe restraints!’
She reached down into her back and picked up a device that she held behind her back with one hand. Then she moved towards Tracey and pinched her nose hard with the other hand. Gasping, she opened her mouth and the woman pulled on her tongue and forced it out.
As soon as her tongue was out far enough she produced the object with her other hand and clamped it tightly on Tracey’s tongue. She spluttered and squealed with the pain as she found her tongue viciously clamped with a mouse trap.
Before she had any chance to try and push it out the woman picked up Tracey’s knickers. For a moment she blushed as she’d worn the same pair for the last three days. Smiling, she pinched Tracey’s nose and forced her to open her mouth before stuffing them inside. Tracey tried to push out the intruder but the presence of the dirty knickers soon became the least of her worries!
The policewoman then turned to the bag she’d brought into the house with her. She pulled out a large piece of cloth from the bag. It was knotted into a ball that was made up of several other pieces of cotton material. The cotton pieces had been folded tightly before being fastened together by a further strip of cloth that was tightened around the whole cloth bundle. From this cotton ball, two strips hung down from each end.
‘This,’ the woman smiled as she gazed into Tracey’s face, ‘is going right up that loud-mouthed, stupid fucking gob of yours, cunt!’
The unwelcome intruder was forced brutally into Tracey’s mouth. She tried to resist in spite of her manacled state but the woman easily overpowered her. She pushed the cloth wad tightly inside her mouth with her thumbs before knotting the strip tightly behind Tracey’s head.
Tracey gulped furiously as the cloth gag lodged itself in her mouth. Then the policewoman returned to her back to take out another large piece of cloth. It was much thicker than the cloth ball had been and there was an obvious and quite large knot in the centre of it. She placed the knot in the centre of the cloth and tied both ends of the second layer of cloth tightly behind the unfortunate Tracey’s head once more. The tight pressure of the knot forced the cotton ball deep inside Tracey’s mouth and forced her lips to be pushed further apart in an extreme cleave gag.
Tracey was unable even to gasp but she stared in horrified disbelief when the policewoman went back to her bag and brought out a large gag with a metal strap and padlock. It was in the form of a penis and Tracey could see no way such a large item could possibly fit into her mouth.
‘This, you lucky fucking cunt,’ the woman laughed, ‘is – as even a retarded bimbo like you can probably guess, is a prick gag. It’s going right inside that stupid fucking gob of yours, twat!’
The policewoman then fastened the penis gag over the layers of cloth already fitted to Tracey’s mouth before the strap behind her head was drawn into place and tightened severely. She pulled on the strap to make it sink deeper into the cloth packing Tracey’s mouth and laughed as she saw her victim’s cheeks being slowly forced apart. The cloth padding sank further into her cheeks and mouth and the penis gag was forced all the way inside her mouth. Even though the cloth pressed against the sides of her mouth the feeling of the penis gag inside was uncomfortable as hell. The woman then tightened the strap behind Tracey’s head to the last notch before fitting a padlock on an eye at the back to secure it completely.
She then returned to the bag and picked up an item before deciding against it.
‘Maybe later,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘Let’s try something else first.’
She picked up a metal belt, cruelly studded with sharp spikes and approached Tracey once more. All the unfortunate girl could do was flinch but of course the policewoman was all smiles.
‘This, cunt,’ she told her, ‘is a waist cincher. Just the thing to help a fat slag like you develop a better figure!’
She picked up the belt and wrapped it around Tracey’s waist. Cinching it as tightly as possible, she buckled the belt before clicking into place a padlock that hung from the buckle. Tracey was in pain both from the tight constriction of the belt and the pain of the sharp spikes digging into the soft flesh of her waist.
Worse was to come as the policewoman picked up two large metal cylinders which she opened and then approached Tracey with a big grin on her face.
‘It’s time those fat floppy tits of yours got some attention, bitch!’ she laughed.
Tracey could say or do nothing as the woman picked up the first cylinder and fitted it over the luckless girl’s left tit. She adjusted the setting slightly to make it go right over her breasts and then snapped it shut. There was a padlock on an eye attached to the cylinder which she cruelly locked as an additional restraint. The cylinder, like the waist cincher, was also fitted with sharp metal spikes that dug into Tracey’s soft but ample tit flesh. The process was repeated with her right tit and the pain was excruciating.
Even this didn’t seem to be enough for the policewoman. She picked up a two piece set of metal bars and separated them. Then she put the top one on top of Tracey’s tit flesh before repeating the process with the second. She then joined the two together with two metal spokes pointing downwards from each of the top boards before tightening the wing nuts at the side to their maximum possible tension. Tracey’s tits felt as if they were clamped in a vice and as with the waist cincher and the cylindrical tit press, this horizontal tit press was fitted with sharp spikes that dug painfully into her large tits.
Then she horrified the already traumatised Tracey by going over to her nipples and sucking each in turn until they stood out proud from the rest of her tits.
‘Good,’ she smiled. ‘That ought to be far enough out.’
She then took two small metal rings out of the bag and fitted one on each of Tracey’s nipples. As with the other devices, she tightened them to the maximum point of tension and, as with them, the rings were fitted with sharp metal studs to dig into the flesh of her nipples.
Laughing at her handiwork, she pulled out two more small devices from her bag.
‘These, slutface, are nipple clamps. They are such lovely devices as you’ll find out.’
She proceeded to place the clamps on Tracey’s nipples, making her wince even more.
‘The fun thing is, the more you pull on them, the harder they squeeze. That’s why there’s a metal cord attached to them – so you can pull!’
Tracey felt the pain surge through her as the policewoman pulled hard on the cord, increasing the pain in her nipples to an almost intolerable degree.
‘Did you enjoy that, Tracey?’ she asked cruelly. ‘Well, I know I fucking well did!’
Then it was time for more ‘severe restraint’ to be applied to Tracey’s mouth and face. Tracey didn’t think it was possible for her mouth to be more restrained than it already was but the woman clearly had other ideas.
Pulling out a large roll of duct tape from her bag, she wound a strip over the penis gag which still protruded obscenely from Tracey’s mouth. Then she followed up with a second, a third, a fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth and finally tenth strip, each one carefully fitted in place and then smoothed out to achieve maximum coverage with no buckling. This was followed by a thin but powerful length of rope which again was wound across Tracey’s mouth and behind her head till it covered the whole area. A second and then third length of rope was wound across the first and tied tightly in place. The rope cut into Tracey’s mouth slightly but of course the woman felt not the slightest sympathy for her victim’s pain and discomfort.
Still she wasn’t finished, not by a long way. Bending down to the bag again, she retrieved a metal collar. Smiling, she fastened it around Tracey’s neck and tightened it to the maximum tension before snapping it shut with yet another padlock to keep it in place. Like the other metal restraints, it was fitted with sharp spikes that dug painfully into the soft flesh of Tracey’s neck.
The policewoman then turned her attention to Tracey’s waist cincher, taking out a long pole with the top part fitted with two sharp ends in the shape of a fork. The bottom part was clipped into an eye on the waist cincher and the top part, with the two fork-shaped protrusions on it, was pushed up into the soft flesh of Tracey’s neck.
She then took out long pieces of copper wire and wound them carefully around Tracey’s naked body, four times until the fork-shaped device was well and truly pressing against her flesh and the wires were cutting into her from her neck down to her waist.
She smiled into Tracey’s face before reaching down into her bag once more.
‘Time to pay some attention to your cunt and arse now, I think.’
Tracey winced as she expected yet more unendurable pain to be coming her way. Sure enough, she was dead right. The woman picked up a metal clamp and, to Tracey’s horror, told her just what she was doing to do with it.
‘This, cuntface, is a clit clamp. Yes, you guessed right, bimbo; I’m going to fix it firmly to your clit.’
The pain was excruciating as the woman attached the clamp firmly to Tracey’s clit. She could hardly bear the feeling of the intruder and wondered how much more she could take before the two demons who had invaded her house were satisfied.
‘Now for some more fun with your cunt and arse,’ the woman smiled.
Once more she reached into her bag and produced a length of barbed wire with a hook at each end. Putting on some strong metal gloves, she clipped one end to the waist cincher at front and the other to the back part. The effect was to make the whole of Tracey’s body from her waist to her back, and especially her arse and cunt, feel agonisingly painful. Pulling the barbed wire as tight as she could with her metal gloves, the woman then fitted padlocks to the hooks.
Far from satisfied, the woman then returned to her bag for more ‘severe restraint devices.’ Tracey’s eyes widened as the policewoman picked up two big dildos. She could guess by now exactly what the woman was going to do with them.
The first dildo was pushed up Tracey’s cunt. At first it wouldn’t go in all the way – being a twelve-inch metal dildo – so the woman picked up a metal hammer and began to bang hard until it finally went all the way in. The pain and discomfort was bad enough but, as with the other devices, it was made worse by the dildo being studded with sharp metal spikes. Satisfied that it was firmly embedded up Tracey’s cunt, the woman locked it in place with a padlock which she then snapped shut.
Laughing at Tracey’s pain, discomfort and humiliation, the woman returned to her bag and took out another 12-inch metal dildo. Like the first, it was too big so she picked up the hammer and once again banged hard till the whole length went right up poor Tracey’s arse. As with the dildo up her cunt, the one up her arse was also studded with sharp metal spikes. Once again the woman locked it in place with a padlock that she snapped tightly shut.
Though Tracey was in too much pain and terror to notice it, the penis gag in her mouth and the two dildos up her arse and cunt each had an opening at the entrance. She would find out their purpose later. Much later.
In the meantime the woman returned her attention to Tracey’s face. She pulled out a canvas strap from her bag with a number of pads attached to it. It was quite thick and the policewoman began by placing the large pad at the bottom underneath Tracey’s chin, securing her already tightly gagged mouth still further. She tightened and tightened the strap till she was satisfied before finally locking it with a metal buckle with a padlock attached. This too was snapped shut and the new gag sat over the duct tape which was on top of the penis gag which was on top of the cleave gag and its soft cotton.
Still Tracey’s ordeal was not over. The woman picked up another item from her bag and fastened it around Tracey’s face from her chin to the top of her head and round to the back. The muzzle gag further reinforced Tracey’s discomfort and she was beginning to wonder how much worse things were going to get for her.
She was soon to find out!
The policewoman then went back to her bag and pulled out a new item. She began by unzipping the back and placing the lower part on Tracey’s shoulders. The front part came to just under Tracey’s nose. She then closed the two halves and zipped them together as tightly as possible. It was of course a mouth corset and the effect was more humiliating than painful, at least when compared with the other pain Tracey was suffering.
The two police officers then had a brief conference before they returned their attention to the luckless Tracey. The man pulled on her fettered legs and yanked them behind her back to about half way up. Then the policewoman fitted a metal bar to a hole in the centre of the spreader bar and connected it through another hole in Tracey’s waist cincher and, finally, up to another hole in her neck collar.
Tracey was in hell and could only guess what further torments the two coppers had in store for her. The woman reached into the bag again and pulled out two more metal clamps. These she fitted around Tracey’s knees and once again they were studded with sharp spikes and not only clipped into place but further secured with a padlock on each clamp.
As with the other devices, the knee-clamps had holes in each one and Tracey soon discovered the purpose of the apertures. The woman returned to her bag and produced two metal poles, tapered to a sharp point and with a base unit that was first inserted into each of the knee holes and then screwed into place before being further secured with a padlock. The spiked top end of each pole was then pushed up directly underneath Tracey’s already suffering tits. Just below the spike were two flanges which were connected to the tit press and screwed into place before being padlocked. The pain from the metal points digging into her tits was excruciating.
‘Now for some more fun,’ the woman laughed.
She reached into her bag and produced a box full of Bulldog clips. One by one she fitted them to Tracey’s naked body, beginning with her abused tits. Soon every inch of tit flesh was completely covered in Bulldog clips. She then fixed them to Tracey’s armpits, the soft flesh of her belly, her arse cheeks, her arms and legs and her earlobes.
Then the woman turned her attention to Tracey’s arms. With her wrists already handcuffed behind her back, you might have thought she was already more than well enough restrained but the copper had other ideas. The woman rummaged in the bag and pulled out a single sleeve armbinder. She forced Tracey’s arms inside the device before zipping it tightly and buckling two extra straps, one at the bottom of her arms and one at her elbows. From the strap at her elbows two extra straps criss-crossed Tracey’s shoulders, reaching up to her neck and shoulders. The woman of course tightened the straps to their maximum degree of tension.
Then she pulled on the single eyehook at the end of the armbinder and yanked Tracey’s arms high up to about halfway up her back. Fastening a length of chain on the eye, she connected it to another hole in the centre of Tracey’s neck collar. The male cop took one end of the chain and pulled it up as high as possible while the woman pulled the other end downwards. When the chain had been drawn to its maximum possible tightness, so that Tracey’s legs and arms were both being pulled agonisingly upwards in their strict bondage, she fitted a padlock in place and snapped it shut.
‘Now I think your fingers and toes deserve some attention,’ the policewoman said.
As Tracey lay in helpless agony, the woman went back to the bag and produced a number of chopsticks. Carefully fitting each one between Tracey’s fingers and toes, she then went back to the bag and wrapped them tightly in place with copper wire, four times in all, before further securing the wire bindings with a padlock which, as before, she snapped shut. Compared with some of the pain Tracey was feeling in other parts of her body, it was bad but nowhere near as excruciating as the agony she felt in her tits and cunt and clit and arsehole.
‘Now for your legs,’ the policewoman announced.
She reached into her bag again and produced another long single sleeve device. Forcing Tracey’s legs into it and pulled it up to her waist before running the criss-cross straps from it across the already bound and compressed back and front of her victim. She cinched the straps tightly and buckled them in place over Tracey’s legs. The other end she quickly fastened with another long strap to an eyehole at Tracey’s toes. Buckling the device tight, once again she added a padlock and snapped it shut.
The next stage in Tracey’s ‘severe restraint order’ was for her bound legs to be hoisted up to the middle of her back and joined by a connecting chain to the strap binding her upper body before, once again, snapping the whole shut with a padlock. It was incredibly uncomfortable for her but of course the two cops loved every minute of her ordeal!
Then she returned her attention to Tracey’s tits. This time she just passed a round leather strap around them, studded with sharp metal spikes of course to dig into her tit flesh. Pulling it hard into place, she buckled it and then padlocked it.
‘Now let’s deal with that ugly fucking mug of yours, bimbo,’ she said cruelly.
Returning to her bag of horrors, she produced more lengths of copper wire which she proceeded to wind across Tracey’s face in a criss-cross pattern till every part of her face was now covered by the metal bondage. Poor Tracey couldn’t move, speak or do anything much except suffer the excruciating torments she was being put through. All she could do was hear and see and soon even that was about to come to an abrupt end!
Then it was the turn of Tracey’s eyes to get the treatment. The policewoman began by using her fingers to close her eyes shut before forcing two sections of soft cotton wool over her eyes. She quickly secured them in place with tape that wound all the way behind Tracey’s head. Then she produced a roll of lint which she cut to shape before securing it over her eyes and winding it all the way around Tracey’s head before securing that too with tape.
She took out two eye patches from her bag which she fastened over each of Tracey’s eyes. They two were fastened in place with tape winding all the way around her head. Then she took out a thick rubber strap from her bag. It was a blindfold and the woman wound it all the way around Tracey’s head before buckling the strap tightly behind her head, as usual adding a padlock to the restraints for good measure.
The policewoman turned to her bag once more and produced two small plugs. She pushed them into Tracey’s ears, finally cutting off all sound of the outside world. There was a small keyhole at the end of each plug which she locked and then, as Tracey had now come to expect, fastened a padlock to a hook at the end of the hole. She found herself locked into a world of silence as well as darkness.
Then it was the turn of Tracey’s nose to get the treatment. The policewoman returned to her bag and pulled out two metal hooks which she cruelly fitted inside Tracey’s nostrils. Of course the hooks were on a chain which was cruelly attached to the Bulldog clips fastened to her ears. The pain was remarkable for such a small area of the body.
Still the monstrous policewoman hadn’t finished with her victim. She pulled a rubber hood out of the bag and pulled it all the way over Tracey’s head. Now all the other stuff covering her face just looked like a gynormous bulge sticking out. The woman adjusted the hood, zipped it tight and then snapped it shut, as usual, padlocking it in place.
Then a second, thicker hood was place over the first. Once it had been forced over the first hood she strapped it in place. It made the contours of Tracey’s hooded face look less noticeable as the second hood smoothed out most of the bulges left by the first one. It two was zipped up, clamped into place and padlocked.
A third and still thicker hood followed. This one completely smoothed out the remaining bulges and squeezed Tracey’s head and face in its unpleasant embrace. Once more the straps were made tight, buckled behind her head and padlocked into place.
Then the policewoman took out a leather helmet from her bag. It was black and thick and would need a bit of manoeuvring to get completely in place over Tracey’s head. The helmet was fitted, not for Tracey’s comfort of course, but to keep the massive amount of gagging material that had been used on her firmly and smoothly in place.
She managed after a few minutes to get the hood all the way over Tracey’s head. When she had finished pulling it down she laced the hood tightly, making sure it was at its maximum tensile strength before she fastened the leather straps at the back of the hood. Once more she padlocked them in place. Tracey’s head was virtually immobile now.
Now it was time for the piece de resistance. The policewoman took out a leather straightjacket. Slowly she and her male colleague forced Tracey’s bound and helpless form inside the jacket. They took quite a while to force it over her bound arms and body but eventually managed it.
Once it was in place the woman ruthlessly tightened the straps behind the jacket. She began at the top and worked down systematically, giving each strap several powerful tugs to make sure they were fastened to the maximum possible degree of tightness. Another series of straps ran down from the bottom of the hood to just above Tracey’s abused cunt.
Still she hadn’t finished. At the back of the jacket were two sets of hooks running down from just below Tracey’s tits to just above her arse. She returned to her bag and tied the thick leather laces through the hooks and pulled them tight. The effect was as if Tracey was wearing a severe corset around her waist.
Then the policeman knelt on Tracey’s back and pulled hard. Tracey could hardly breathe as more and more pressure was put on the jacket. The laces were threadled carefully through the eyehooks and pulled hard. Eventually both sides of the jacket were completely synchronised. The laces were tied tightly and then a leather patch at the back of the jacket was smoothed down. It now covered up every trace of the straps and she zipped the patch firmly into place. Then she fitted a padlock to an eye on the end of the patch and snapped it shut.
‘Now for the boring bit,’ the policewoman said cruelly. ‘This is where we have to provide for your physical needs during the period of your severe restraint order.’
The penis gag in Tracey’s mouth had an opening, which of course she had neither noticed nor understood its purpose. She was now to find out! A funnel with a tapering tube was now put into the aperture and, although she could not hear the words the policewoman said, she still mocked her helpless victim.
‘This, cunt, is how you will be fed while your severe restraint order is in place. Food and drink will be passed through this tunnel and through the prick gag into your stupid fucking gob. It means your court-appointed enforcer won’t have to waste time by ungagging you when you have to be fed.’
She then turned her attention to the dildo firmly stuck up Tracey’s arse. Fitting another funnel to its end, emptying out into a larger bowl, she told Tracey what its purpose was.
‘This is how you will shit while you’re undergoing severe restraint. You won’t have to waste your enforcer’s time by removing it while you shit.’
Repeating the same process with the dildo up Tracey’s cunt, she fitted another funnel to its end which also emptied into a bowl. Once more she (pointlessly, in view of her inability to hear) told Tracey that she could piss through it without disturbing her ‘enforcer.’
Then the doorbell rang. The two police officers opened it and there stood John Chambers.
‘Ah, Mr Chambers,’ the policewoman smiled. ‘Tracey Smith has been issued with her severe restraint order by the court and we have carried out their instructions today. The bitch is all yours now – the order lasts for a year before it’s reviewed by the court. Of course it can be renewed then.’
‘Is there a time lapse on how many times the order can be renewed?’
‘No, not under the new legal reforms. You can keep renewing the order as many times as you like. Severe restraint orders can be renewed indefinitely. You can keep her like this for the rest of her life if you like.’
The woman handed John Chambers the paperwork. Smiling at him, she took her farewells.
‘You are now officially the court-appointed enforcer for Tracey Smith for the next year. I very much hope you’ll want to apply for a renewal of the severe restraint order at the end of that period, Mr Chambers.’
John Chambers looked at Tracey and laughed once the two coppers had left. He walked across to her and, even though she couldn’t hear a word he said, mocked her cruelly.
‘Well, Tracey,’ he grinned. ‘I’m going to have so much fun with you. And I think it’s virtually certainly I will apply for a renewal of your severe restraint order. Indefinitely, in fact.’