Chapter 1

Edward Pembroke grew frustrated as he tried to explain computer technology to his class of bored teenagers. Not for the first time he wondered why he had abandoned his IT career in the military and then in banking for a teaching job in a secondary school. Having to care for his mother was the answer as to why he had moved back to his family home in Norfolk.

“Sir, computers are boring, we’re not gonna do it anyway I can use my phone” said the cheeky young Sally, her blonde hair held back by an alice band, checking her nails nonchalantly, chewing gum and crossing her legs in a way that Pembroke found almost impossible to ignore. The green uniform of Willowbridge High School was very flattering on teenage girls. Sally’s green skirt rode up to the back of her thighs as she sat, and the sun shone right through her white shirt showing off the straps as they struggled to hold on to her breasts stretching the buttons on her blouse.

“Enough!” said Pembroke. “You don’t just need to work in IT to use it!” He smiled, at how it had helped him in many ways which he would never share with anyone.

The bell rang and the students marched out. Pembroke looked down for his papers t avoid perving at the bottoms of the girls passing out, their skirts swaying and their ass cheeks showing as they walked out.

Pembroke went home and attended to his sick dementia ridden mother. He was now fifty five and his mother was his only family left. How long would his mother last he wondered? The family home was spacious and he was glad to have it to himself. What most intrigued him, ever since he resigned himself to leaving his apartment in central London, was the basement which had been therefore decades. He had converted this to a gaming studio for himself. He had no real friends so there was no question of socialising in it.

His secret dream of using the basement tallied with his admiration of the young ladies who had just received his teaching. The age old fantasy, his own sex slave, down here! He had laughed at the thought, but since realising it was soundproof he had thought – why not? A few bits of minor carpentry and it could hold a prisoner.

But until now Pembroke had always satisfied his urges with prostitutes and pornography. Six feet tall, that was the only thing going for him physically. He had gone bald early, and was now tipping towards being obese. He looked like an older, fatter version of George from Seinfield but without any of the charm, some disgusted woman had told him once.

He had never had a real relationship. He didn’t really like talking to people if he was honest. And so he spent his evenings gaming or indulging his secret obsession – hacking and spying on girls in chatrooms. It was something he had learned about a few years ago and was astonished how behind the curve most software was and how lax girls could be.