by Sarah Forth
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Maid to Measure
By Sarah Forth
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Introduction
This story has reconstructed from a collection of tapes, hand written notes and some typed or printed documents which have come into my possession in a variety of ways - all of them making it impossible to identify the real sources, although I have built up my own suspicions. Not all of the material is in English and I have had to take care in seeking translations. A procedure was established which has enabled me to clarify some points which were not made clear in the original material. I have consulted a few other people and done a little investigating myself which seems to confirm that there may be some substance in the information I have been given but I would not go so far as to swear to its veracity. Even so, if there is just a little truth here, it indicates a disturbing use (or misuse) of financial power, power which may not have been obtained through entirely legitimate means. The very existence of such power has obliged me to be very cautious in bringing this story to publication so that names and events have been altered to protect us all from the danger of suffering damage as a result of revealing too much.
The information clearly comes from at least two, possibly three, original sources and the stories they tell generally reinforce each other, giving them a degree of authenticity. I know that the two most powerful figures have not always revealed this information to the other. Where there were contradictions I have sought further confirmation through the channels created to bring this story into the open. But I did not get the story in the order in which the events happened so I have been obliged to recreate the sequence and to fill in what I imagine to be deliberate gaps. And at some points of the story, I have only scrappy notes and incomplete detail which I have also expanded to make the story easier to follow. One of the last tapes makes it clear that at least one of my sources is deliberately seeking publication of the story and has the power to ensure that it does come out - even if not exactly in the form I create. And I detect a note of desperation in the obviously edited tapes from the victim who also seems to support the principle of publication as a means of exposing the crimes and misdeeds of the perpetrator.
So, although I have reconstructed the story, I did not create it. Wherever reasonable I have used the transcripts of the tapes with only minor alterations, indicating the source of each version of the account. And my own interpretations of the events recreated from the notes and other evidence I have also indicated.
I have not been given the real names of the participants and so I have referred to them throughout as A and B etc., despite my personal suspicions. Some of the other names have been left as they were in the original although I suspect that these have already been altered. But now you must read it for yourself and make your own judgement.
.oOo.
A - The Cause
It had not seemed dangerous at the time. In fact it had been interesting and exciting, and especially enjoyable towards the end, before I was found out. But I have had the opportunity to regret having made such a powerful enemy. I did not realise then just how powerful he was nor how ruthless. And I could certainly not have envisaged the lengths to which he would go to revenge himself and ensure my silence.
His business empire is huge, certainly valued conservatively at hundreds of millions and probably closer to thousands of millions of pounds but it is based entirely on fraud. I had been suspicious, like many others but what got me into probing his affairs was an unexpected gift; a small piece of inside information which I acquired by accident. I had been talking to his secretary on the internal line one afternoon when she was interrupted by a call for him. Apparently in the belief that my line was clear, she had somehow connected me with his call, so that I heard both sides of the conversation. He was talking to one of his personal financial advisors and since they had no idea that I could hear them, their conversation, despite its coded references, created a belief that they were engaged in a shady operation involving one of his company’s pension funds. There was to be a complicated switch of assets which would somehow boost the share prices of some of his other, private, companies, allowing a quick profit for both of them before the monies would return to the pension fund. That one precious little snippet set me off and I followed it through with determination. I can say with a little self-pride that my own intelligence, persistence and expertise allowed me to unravel a great deal of the story. By the time I had finished, I had information which would expose him as the crook he was and, given actual proof to support my knowledge, would bring about his downfall. Getting hold of that documentary evidence to support a complete case proved very difficult so although I KNEW an enormous amount about his misdeeds, for a long time there was actually very little that I could take to the police or any other investigators. Perhaps, with hindsight, my knowledge and the little scraps of evidence which I had garnered would have fitted together with other pieces which the financial authorities had already gathered. But modesty is not one of my strong points. I felt sure that there was a reputation to be made as an investigative journalist from what I had and I had no intention of sharing the glory with anyone else. I did realise that I had no chance of getting my story published in the paper I was working for. After all, he owned it. He had always managed to suppress rumours, through the use of his financial power; taking out injunctions and threatening major libel cases. At the time I thought that was the sort of tactic he generally used. I had to tread carefully, to make the most of what I had and follow through to get more evidence. Strangely enough, the prospect of getting my hands on a share of his illicitly acquired funds through a little blackmail didn’t occur to me. I think that would have turned out to be just as dangerous and may have provoked the same response anyway.
To begin with, I knew that I had to get closer to his affairs and so I cultivated the acquaintance of his personal secretary. Maureen was efficient and attractive in a rather prissy, business-like way. And since she did not get much attention from men in general, she seemed particularly responsive. Perhaps it was my reputation for success with women generally which appealed to her. I did give her the full deal, lots of attention, meals in secluded restaurants, presents and flowers, romantic letters and declarations of affection and indications (and demonstrations) of plain lust. It really surprised me at the time, just how much people will reveal after a session of passionate lovemaking. I was careful at first to create the impression that I was not really interested in what she could tell me about him, teasing her about her willingness to tell me about his affairs, leading her on to tell me more without seeming to press her. She proved helpful in getting me access to his private office on a couple of occasions when I ma
naged to copy a few documents to support my case but although her help reinforced my suspicions, I really needed to get much closer. So after a while, I switched my attention to one of the other women in his life - a mistress he had discreetly set up in a Mayfair flat, Sandra. There was just a chance that she would know where he kept the sort of documents which I needed. Or that he was actually using her place as a base for some of his clandestine operations. As it happened, apart from one collection of documents which he had left with her overnight, that was a dead end in more ways than one.
Initially I managed to contrive an ‘accidental’ meeting with her, but made the stupid mistake of letting myself get too attached to her. I’ll confess that she was ‘a cracker’. He lavished money on her so she was able to dress expensively - and didn’t she know how to make the most of her body? It needed all my charm and guile to get her sufficiently interested in me to let me get close. But once I had, she responded and then I blundered by wanting to enjoy all of her charms despite my knowledge that she belonged to him. Yes, being there at night, after he had left did give me that one major success but it was a mistake. To some extent I suppose it just reinforced her attraction, knowing that I was getting a share of his ‘property’. She left me in no doubt that during our steamy sessions, I was able to give her something which he could not manage nearly as well, despite his money and power. But in the end, that proved my undoing. I have learned that it was that combination of probing into his financial affairs and taking a part of what he saw as his personal physical life which has led me to my present state, has inspired the malevolence, prompted the vengeance which only a twisted mind like his would even conceive. That twisted mind combined with the power which his illicitly acquired fortune supports has exacted an awful penalty, and I have to suffer it.
I had thought myself so clever but when he sprang his trap, it seemed that he knew almost everything about me. He had certainly arranged that I should be caught out with her, in his own bed at that penthouse flat. And of course, he was not alone. It was bad enough being caught naked, although that has turned out to be a minor humiliation compared to what has happened since. At that time, I didn’t know just how much he already knew and thought that his anger stemmed from the affair with Sandra so all my arguments and pleas were wasted. Protesting that I had been tempted by her beauty did me no good, because he also knew that I had been delving into his frauds. Two of his thugs held me while another gave me that first consciousness denying injection.
I have no idea how long I was kept under sedation or where I was taken. I know that now I am far away from home, far away even from England but quite where I cannot say. Soon, if I submit to the fate which he has planned for me, I shall regain some limited amount of freedom, freedom to travel, to live a life of comparative luxury in return for my services. I know that despite those compensations, I shall have cause to hate that life, to regret ever having become embroiled in his affairs, to curse him and those stupid errors which have got me into this state. But I shall probably submit because the alternatives seem so much more terrible. Between that first injection and now, so much has happened, so much time has passed, longer than I can tell. I have been moved several times but never with my co-operation, consent nor any ability to resist. On most occasions, I have only been aware of the move because I have awoken in different surroundings. It is possible that some of these moves have merely been from one part of his estate to another, perhaps from one estate to another. Others have been across national borders. There has never been any point at which I have had any choice, although there were times when I believed myself in control. And now..... .
But to tell the story exactly as it has happened. (And that is just what he is allowing, encouraging and obliging me to do: I think it pleases him to know how degrading I have found the experience, how much I have hated what he has done and is still doing to me. But with a record, there is always the chance that someone, some day will make a mistake, that my story will reach more sympathetic ears.)
B - Commentary
It is true, I enjoy these accounts. Knowing how successful I have been in finding just the right treatment, the sort of solution which will keep him permanently out of my way while constantly giving him cause to remember me and to regret interfering in my affairs is rewarding in itself. I know from this that my vengeance is permanent and that he finds it terrible. There is no chance that the account will ever do him any good of course - I am the only possible beneficiary. And I have also allowed myself the luxury of giving my own comments, my own view of events. When it is finished, I shall have the names and some of the facts altered, enough to make sure that no-one will be able to prove any connection with me or my affairs, although I shall not mind what people think, no-one will ever be able to prove anything. Then I shall have the whole story published through one of my alternative outlets, available as a titillating read for people who enjoy such literature but also as a warning to other meddlers who might otherwise risk snooping, poking their noses into my affairs. It will give me extra pleasure to think of people reading and enjoying the thought of what has happened to him, people who will not know him but may then watch out for the sort of person he has become, possibly recognising him in his new guise. That possibility would add an extra dimension to my revenge. I can imagine, from what he has already written and told me, how devastating he would find that. And it is so satisfying to have his humiliation described in his own words.
A - Captured
I regained consciousness to find myself secured and gagged in a padded box which was bumping about as if in the back of a van or lorry. I knew that I was still naked but the restraints held my wrists and ankles securely to the sides of the box. Although there was enough air, the whole box was totally dark. Sometime later, the movement stopped and I felt the box being dragged out of the vehicle and carried. By the sound of the muffled conversation I could hear, there were at least two men, neither of whom seemed to have much idea of the fact that I was inside. But I couldn’t make enough noise to attract attention. It would have done me no good if I had because they were part of his organisation. But I didn’t know that at the time. After a lot of heaving and bumping about, the box was dropped rather heavily and then there was a long silence. I just found myself abandoned until eventually more of his thugs came and opened the container, lifted me out and refixed my shackles to the frame of a metal, hospital type bed.
They left me alone again and although the room was dark, I was able to make out some detail. The box itself had been completely dark so the darkness of that room still left enough light for me to see more than I might normally have seen in such conditions. Apart from the bed, it was bare, with just one window, the only source of light, high up on the wall to my right. It was still night but there was a faint glow from the sky making it just possible to see. The door looked solid - I couldn’t make out any means of opening it from the inside. I could move a little, although I could not turn. The shackles on my wrists and ankles had been clipped to the head and foot of the bed so that I was forced to lie with my arms and legs spread, on my back. The gag had not been removed and so I was unable to call out for attention even if they had been inclined to give me any. But I was not really anxious for their company.
Editor’s note.
Although he had acquired a considerable amount of information and some actual evidence, A did not realise how close he had come to uncovering the whole story. Just another couple of steps might have brought him in contact with people who could have given him enough pieces of the jig-saw to have brought B’s whole empire crashing down. Even now, he doesn’t seem to know how close he came. But B did not achieve the sort of success he now enjoys without a great deal of low cunning and resourcefulness. When you are in a struggle against a leviathan, you need to keep yourself insignificant and out of sight until you have got your weapons in exactly the right place. His mistake was entirely due to his inability to suppress his masculine feelings.
Through that dalliance with Sandra he gave B time and alerted his organisation to the extent of his interference. The fly that shakes the web attracts the spider. And Sandra was definitely part of the web.
B - Clues
Sandra’s behaviour alerted me to the fact that she was being unfaithful. And since I knew that he found out about her, met her and would be attracted to her, it was fairly easy to trap him. She was not clever enough to lie convincingly and my electronic bugging devices were only needed to ensure that we caught him in bed and undressed. The devious little rat had been prying too deeply into my affairs and I knew that he knew more than he should. I needed to know exactly how much and what I would need to do to close up any loopholes he might have created. So I wanted him alive. I also wanted to make him suffer. And getting him to the country mansion was the first stage.
I didn’t plan this out completely from the beginning. But I wanted to find out exactly how much he knew and I wanted him to suffer. So inflicting some pain while I got the truth out of him seemed a very satisfactory and satisfying way of achieving both purposes. It is entirely his fault that things have gone as far as they have and have taken this direction. All I wanted was that information, a degree of revenge, and his silence. If he had been co-operative earlier, we could have stopped. And we have only gone this way because he didn’t respond to any rational sort of persuasion and had the strength of will to resist the more obvious tactics. So we needed to identify his weakness, his worst fears and work on those. And this was what he clearly feared and hated most! So don’t blame us; we gave him every chance. But there is a sweet irony which is so pleasant. He was always so much ‘Jack-the-lad’, getting his leg over whenever he wanted, having the girls swooning over him, playing one against another as they vied for his attentions. But I won’t spoil his story.
