Note from Bookbuddy: The first in this trilogy is Adult World described how through miss fortune this group of swinger after intrigue and police harassment end up on a farm. Read Adult World Pt 01 - 25 to read this.
This second novella, Adult Farm follows the trials and tribulations of a group of like mind people who join forces to create a world where sex and love are separate worlds. A polyamory community focused on bringing all forms of sexual activity to those pursuing it for pleasure without shame or retribution. Read the stories before this to follow the full story.
New readers, I recommend starting at - Adult World Pt 01 The Meeting - to understand the characters and background.
If you have read that, then start Adult Farm Pt 01 The Water Hole Everyone else, thanks for continuing to support this tale and above all enjoy.
All Characters in this story are over the age of 18 Years old and are consenting adults.
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Dave didn't know how long he had been a guest of the Burntwood Police. It seemed like hours, but perhaps it wasn't long, it just seemed like that.
Arrested by his nemesis police officer Boswell after rescuing Emmy from the clutches of local hoods raping her, on arriving home he found smoke billowing from the Adult Farm house, Dave rushed inside to investigate only to find Chase his the club gardener and pool boy pouring petrol throughout the premises. Dave restrained him, knocking him out and dragging his body outside, it was at this point Constable Boswell turned up assumed the worst of Dave and arrested him for attempted murder. City detectives had turned up in the village thinking they had a murder case on hands. Desperate to have Constable Boswell under control Dave now had to convince them that his truth was the real truth and Boswell was living in his own fantasy world In Constable Boswell's fantasy world Dave was the problem.
Junes visit had given Dave hope that something would happen on his side and this bizarre situation could be resolved. His mind flipped between concern for himself, concern for Emmy and Dennis, and why turn the clubs home into a pile of ashes. This wasn't an accident, this was a deliberate attempt to hurt the club or maybe just him.
That bastard Boswell is in this up to his neck, he thought. The more he applied his brain, the more Boswell just kept turning up. Why didn't they come to the house, how come Boswell returned almost directly after the hoons leaving and him calling the police? He didn't have time to come from the village. That bastard was definitely around and had something to do with the fire, but how could he get someone to listen and how could he prove it.
In the middle of his pondering, he heard a car pull up and the sounds of people being welcomed. Shortly after the door opened to the interview room and two well dress men stood in the doorway, they both had their heads shaved. Was this police uniform, Dave thought? They looked like they were rugby players, thick shouldered, shaven heads, neat grey suits and white shirts, one with a tie and one without. The one with the tie appeared friendly enough, with almost a smile on his face. The younger one appeared more intense. They carried a file with them, that the younger one was reading, the older one, smiled and stepped towards Dave.
"Mr Stapleton, I'm Detective Robinson and this is Detective Calvo, we are here to investigate the fire at the Macquarie Farm and an assault on a Chase Defoe who appears to have been trying to save the building."
"That's the wrong way round, Chase was burning down our home, I stopped him and what about the gang rape on Emmy and Dennis?"
The detectives moved across the room, shifted two chairs opposite Dave out and sat down.
"Well, Mr Stapleton, that's what you have said in your statement, but it doesn't match the statement from the police officer at the scene. Unless you have some hard evidence to show otherwise, our inclination is to believe the police officer, wouldn't you agree? As far as the alleged gang rape there has been nothing reported and we have nothing to go on."
"I'm reporting it now, I reported it to Constable Boswell."
"We have no record sir and unless you have evidence you should stop constantly accusing a police officer, that won't get you anywhere but trouble." Said, detective Robinson.
Frustrated Dave racked his brain, now very frightened, he knew he had access to video on his phone, of the gang rape, had it been loaded to the cloud, or was it still just there, he had set it to auto update. The four wheeler had footage from the front mounted GoPro he would need to unload that but footage existed back at the farm of the Boswell and the city place, but that would mean revealing the bunker. Instantly he had clarity, he knew the answer; the answer staring him in the face.
"I might have evidence; I might have it here in the Police Station."
"Go on then, son, where is this evidence?" Constable Calvo spoke for the first time.
"My phone, I can't guarantee the house stuff because time has passed, but I know that back at the farm the evidence will be there, it's overwritten every 24 hours so we have time to get it."
"What are you talking about?" Calvo continued the questioning.
"We have Surveillance Trap cameras mounted around the courtyard, I get a feed from those cameras to my phone, they don't last too long but I have had up to ten hours when nothing is going on, although with all today's action there might be a lot less."
"And your phone is where?"
Dave looked at the elder of the Detectives in the eyes and said. "Constable Boswell took it for evidence he said."
"That's interesting." Detective Robinson said. "Calvo step outside with me."
Dave was alone again. The two detectives rose and left the room. His mind wandered back to the guys back at the farm and how they were making out without him around. The house would be a mess, perhaps not salvageable, perhaps they could get some caravans or demountable like they had as dorms for the duration of repairs. The door opened again and only Detective Robinson returned. He held a plastic bag with what looked like his phone; the face smashed.
"It appears you tried to break your phone before handing it to the Constable Boswell."
"That's not true, the Constable Bell can verify it was in perfect condition."
"Well, she isn't here, but this looks useless." Detective Robinson said.
Dave reached over to the phone on the table. He couldn't touch it without permission; he was studying to see if he could sign in. It didn't look like it. His heart sank, then a thought came to him.
"Detective, if you get a paper clip, we can take out the SD card from the phone. If you have another Android phone, we can put the card into it. This will mean we can see the content of the card."
The Detective looked at him, and then the smashed phone.
"I can't do that; this is under police protection now."