They were always horny
They were always horny. Didn’t matter where or when, they were likely to start playing with each other if the mood struck them. Marla and Ruthie couldn’t keep their hands off each other. So it wasn’t a shock to their friend Adam when they started getting all hot and heavy on the roof top of his apartment building.
They had gone up to see the view and get a few shots of the city for a web client. As soon as they were up there though, they felt that urge coming over them. Adam just shook his head and laughed, prepared to leave them to it when Ruthie started sucking Marla’s tits and stripped her near topless. Then they had told him not to go. . .stay. . .watch. . .join in. Adam thought he must be dreaming but they made it very obvious they were serious.
As Marla returned the favor to Ruthie, sucking and nibbling her nipples until they ached, Ruthie told Adam to take off his pants. Now . . . normally. . .Adam wasn’t a “get but naked on the rooftop in the broad daylight” sorta guy, but when he saw them sucking on each other and running their hands up each others skirts . . . he didn’t have much of a problem kicking his pants off and letting his cock hang hard.
Ruthie smiled as she saw the size of Adam’s cock. “Damn. . .we should have asked you to stay long before now.” She laughed and Marla looked over and smiled.
“Mmmmmmm that looks just right.” She winked at Adam and stuck two fingers into Ruthie’s cunt. “God I need cock today.”
Adam swallowed hard and realized . . . there was nothing cool he could really say. . .all he could think of was fucking the shit out of them in every way. They motioned for him to come over and then knelt down in front of him. They began to kiss over the head of his cock, their tongues exploring each others mouths with his cock along for the ride.
The breeze blowing on his ass reminded Adam he was standing on a rooftop getting sucked by two women . . . exposed to anyone who wanted to watch. He peeked over his shoulder to see if there was a gathering crowd on the street below.
“It’s exciting isn’t it?” Ruthie asked, pulling his cock out of her mouth long enough to say that and then sucking him back in.
“Ya. . .sorta. . .” Adam replied.
“The idea that there could be a dozen…a hundred. . .who knows how many. . .people watching us right now. . .jacking off to the sight of us.” Marla stood up and showed her bare pussy over the edge of the roof and fingered herself once. “Who knows who is watching. . .but I love the idea that people are. . .don’t you?”
He had to admit. . .it was pretty damn sexy. Marla slid between his legs and as Ruthie deep throated him, began to suck on his balls. He loved this, the feeling of two mouths sucking him, the feel of being out in the open, two women going at his cock. He wanted to scream, but only moaned as Ruthie slid all the way down his cock again and hummed.
Ruthie knelt down in front of him and tilted her head back between his legs. Marla began to suck her nipples and finger her as she let Adam begin to face fuck her, shoving his hard cock down her throat. Grabbing his ass she pulled him in so that she couldn’t breathe and then let him slide back out. She kept pulling him in as Marla brought her off with her first orgasm, swallowing him until she was unable to breathe as she came.
Dizzy from the cumming and lack of air, she slowly slid her lips off his cock and sat back to get a little rest and compose herself. Marla pushed Adam back onto the edge of the building, climbing on top of him so that his cock sliding into her pussy could be seen by anyone looking up. She started bouncing up and down, her cunt dripping cum already as she fucked him fast and hard, her tits shaking and swinging as she did.
Adam was moaning and fucking back up into her so that there was a loud slap each time she ground down onto him. Then just as he was really getting into it, her pussy clamped down and she ground herself hard on his hips and came on him, leaving trails of sweet sticky juice dripping down his balls. She swung her leg off and crawled over to Ruthie and got into a 69 position with her.
Ruthie started licking her pussy, cleaning her and getting her ready. She grabbed Adam’s cock and aimed it back into Marla doggy style. Adam needed no other urging, he started slam fucking her hard and deep so that each thrust squished cum out onto Ruthie’s face and his balls slapped her forehead Ruthie grabbed his ass and made him fuck her harder and faster, digging her nails in to his flesh until he was growling in pain/pleasure. Then she pulled him back and out of Marla and sucked her cum off his cock before letting him start to fuck her again.
She grabbed his balls and held them up so she could watch him dig down deep into her, thrusting hard each time and making Marla scream in pleasure.
“Fuck her good baby…come on. . .make her cum. . . .I want your cock so bad. . .give it to her baby.” Ruthie urged him. Grabbing Marla’s hair, he slammed into her as hard as he could, only now realizing she was hanging off the edge of the building, her tits hanging down for all to see.
“Ya. .. fuckin scream!” He said as he slammed into her hard and Marla complied, wailing as an orgasm burned through her. Adam pulled out and let her cum drip on Ruthie’s face and loving tongue. Marla rested for a moment, letting Ruthie suck her cunt clean.
Then it was Ruthie’s turn. She got doggy style and wiggled her ass. “Do me hard and deep, just like Marla baby.” She said as Adam mounted her, sliding his sloppy wet cock deep into her pussy with one long savage thrust. Then he just fucked, as hard and as fast as he could. He slammed down into her pussy with all his might until Ruthie started to scream now, begging for him to do it harder still. Marla grabbed her ass cheeks and spread her wide as Adam hammered down into her, fucking her so hard she shifted forward each thrust.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me good Baby!” Ruthie screamed.
Then her pussy was like a fist grabbing his cock as she came. He grabbed her hair and kept slamming into her all through the orgasm, making her scream until she had no more breath and then still fucking her until she finally went limp under him. He pulled out and the two women lay side by side so he could straddle their faces.
“Give it to us baby. . .come on. . .” They both begged.
Adam stroked his cock, rubbing Ruthie’s juices over both their faces and adding his own precum to the mix. Reaching down he grabbed Marla’s tits and squeezed them hard until she moaned. Their tongues licked and tickled the head of his cock as he jacked off on them. He could feel his orgasm coming. . .he knew he was gonna shoot big too.
Groaning he let loose with a long gooey blast of cum across both their mouths and kept stroking faster and faster. He shot more across Ruthie’s pretty face and then felt Marla playing with his asshole and balls, squeezing and fingering him until all the sensations made him blow hot salty cum in shot after shot until he was totally drained. Even then he had spasms and little drips oozed out. The girls licked it up and kissed, sharing their treasure of cum with each other.
“You’re right Adam.” Ruthie said with a wink, “You do got one hell of a view.” She giggled and kissed Marla and then kissed Adam. “Mind if we come over and see it again?” She asked playfully.
“Anytime. . .any time you want.” Adam answered and thanked God he had gotten a place with a view.
THE END
The Junk Yard Bitch
Beast came over to me in the yard as I was cutting up a Taurus. He was grinning and waving some pieces of paper in his hand like they were all tickets to the Super Bowl. But when I turned off the gas and lifted my goggles up I saw they were only envelopes.
“Hey, Stu, check out what I’ve found here.”
I looked at them, four or five of them, all stamped and postmarked, with the addresses hand written on the front, all to a Mr C. Simojoki at an apartment building in the smart end of town. The envelopes had been opened, but each of them still had a letter inside them.
“So?”
“Man, these are love letters. Real hot love letters. They were inside that Z06 which got dropped off last week by the insurance company. And by the amount of blood stains in there, I guess the guy they belonged to has had all the fucking he’s ever going to get. So the hot momma that wrote these is probably looking for somebody else to take over his chores.”
“Yeah?” I grinned, it was an interesting idea but I still hadn’t caught up with him. “So how come the cops didn’t find these? They usually search out every auto involved in an accident before it comes to the scrap yard.”
Beast laughed out loud: “Hey this dude was smart. The letters were inside the tool kit in the trunk. I guess the guy figured that was the one sure place his wife would never get to find them.”
Yeah, we both smiled at that. Sure, it had been a smart move. But I still couldn’t figure out where Beast was coming from, not until he explained it: “Listen, Stu, the chick who wrote these, her name is Nicola, and she was having herself a real time with a married guy, this Clay Simojoki who got whacked up in the Corvette. But what’s really interesting is that the woman works for a big stockbroking company and she was giving her boyfriend the word on every good deal she was hearing about.”
“You mean, like insider trading?”
“Hell, man, I’m sure no expert on that but I’m betting she wouldn’t want her boss fo find out how’s she been shooting her mouth off. So I’m going to phone Nicola and ask if she’d like first offer on getting the evidence back.”
“Yeah?” I was definitely getting interested now. “Hey, you’re not telling me she was dumb enough to leave her name and phone number on letters like that?”
“No, she wasn’t. No phone numbers, no addresses and she just signed the letters with her first name. Her problem was that she made a joke in one of the letters, about what the guys in the office would say if would say if they knew Ms Ashe was getting her ashes hauled by an eager young stud. So I know her name is Nicola Ashe.”
“And that’s all you’ve got?”
“It’s all I’ll need. I know her name and what sort of company she works for. I’ll find her and then call her and tell her ‘hi’ from Clay Simojoki. And seeing as how her lover boy is probably buried by now, I’m betting that I’ll get some reaction from her.”
Yeah, I could see that happening: “It’s worth a try, I guess. What happens when you make the connection?”
Beast rubbed his hand over the crotch of his jeans: “I’ll tell her about the letters and then see if she wants to dicker about some quality dick time.”
“Man, that’d be cool,” I told him. “We could use another junkyard bitch around here.”
“We’re going to get one out of this, Stu. Believe me, we’re going to be lucky on this one.”
He was so right. When I was finishing him that evening I went for a beer with Beast and he was bragging that it was in the bag. He found Nicola Ashe and she’d already been worried out of her skull about what had happened to her dumb letters. According to Beast, she couldn’t agree fast enough when he told he she’d better come on over and drop everything.
Me, I’m one of the wait and see type, so I waited until next day and what I saw was a nicely polished black Regal come rolling into the yard and stop outside the wooden shack that Beast calls his office. Then I saw the woman get out of it and decided to quit work there and then. In the first place, we don’t get many lady visitors to the yard – and in the second place, we certainly don’t get many wearing a long coat on a sunny day. Interesting.
Then Beast came over towards me, and he’s leading the woman by the hand, and she’s not a bad looker. But she’s holding onto her coat and looking at the piles of wrecked auto bodies as if she’s never seen anything like them before. Perhaps she wasn’t used to being in the shit places where the working stiffs have to go to make their bread.
“Hey, Stu, this is Nicola. We’ve got a deal in place. She’s going to come downtown regularly to fuck both of us and in return she gets to burn one letter on each trip.” Beast grinned at me: “That sound fair to you, bro?”
“Sure,” I said. “That sounds good to me.”
Well, whaddya know, Beast had been right all along. There really was things in those letters this bitch didn’t want anybody else to know about. I was sure of that because she grabbed at our dicks without even waiting for an invitation. This was our kind of lady!
“Where are you going to take me?” she asked. She had a sexy voice, kind of deep with some Southern drawl in it.
“Right here will do fine,” Beast told her. “It ain’t fancy, but it’s cheap. Now get down there and do your thing, bitch.”
She nodded, like it was what she’d expected him to say, undid a couple of buttons on her coat and squatted down. Beast and me made a grab at our belts at the same time, as fast as two gunslingers hitting leather. I guess it turned out to be a draw because we both got our weapons into her mouth at the same time.
One thing about this gal, you couldn’t say she was the shy type. Both of us got equal billing and a fair share of her busy tongue. Considering she was stone cold sober and squatting down on oily concrete in the middle of a wrecker’s yard, it was a damned good start.
“She’s a hell of a horny slut,” I said.
Yeah. I guess we’d better have an early lunch break, I feel like I want somebody to eat me. Open wide, bitch."
Nicola put those ruby red lips of hers right around his shaft and took about half of it with hardly a grunt. I was impressed.
“Jees, what a fucking performer we’ve got here.”
“Yeah,” Beast answered. “Now I know what Clay was dreaming about when he crashed.”
That seemed to me to be a tad untactful but Nicola didn’t even seem to hear what Beast had said. She had her eyes shut and she was sucking away on him like she had a chunk of honey cane in her mouth. Where she was putting so much of him, I couldn’t figure: she was packing the meat away like a Chicago canning plant.
“Hey, man, can I check her out?”
“OK,” Beast said. “What the hell, even a junior partner deserves a few work privileges.”
That was good enough for me to grab hold of her head and find out for myself if she was as good as she looked to be. And she was! She got me into that warm wet mouth and sucked on my sweaty cock like she’d struck oil. I went up on my toes grunting with pleasure. The only thing better than a blow job is getting a blow job in the middle of a working day from some woman you’ve only just met – especially when it’s not costing even a dime for her time.
“Having fun there, Stu?” Beast asked.
“Man, I don’t know what’s in those letters but I’m voting on giving them back to her page by page only. This slut is too good to turn loose yet a while.”
“Yeah, she’s hot. A genuine junkyard bitch. If we chain her up, you think she could take both of us on at once?”
The woman wriggled her ass around and grabbed hold of Beast’s prick, pulling it closer towards her.
“Seems like she thinks she can,” I grinned.
Jees, but Beast had been on the money about those letters. Whatever she’d written in them, Nicola was totally desperate to get them back. Or at least to to do whatever it took for both of us to make sure we kept them to ourselves. Or maybe she was a natural born whore needing the right excuse to get involved in some real rough trade. If that was the way of it, she’d sure come to the right place.
“Swallow me, you slut, as much as you can get into you and then some.” I told her. “Or I’ll show you how far I can shove a hot welding torch up your ass.”
“Hey, dude, good idea,” Beast said. The gas tip was close enough for him to pick it up and tap it against a car panel. “Get hot, chick, or we’ll make you hot.”
Nicola heard him that time, no doubt about it, because she went down on me hard, snorting and sniffling as she tried her very best for an ‘all the way’ deal. All she needed to bring it off was just a little more encouragement. And it seemed she might get it as Beast leaned over her with the cutting torch. He put the tip way down, only an inch from her knee, so she could feel the heat still coming off it.
“Try harder, bitch,” he ordered her. “Much, much harder.”
There are different ways of persuading a slut to do what you want her to. But if there’s a better way than with a branding iron, I don’t know what it is. It worked on Nicola, anyway.
Yeah, it’s true she almost choked herself on my cock but what the hell, I’d been working all morning – I deserved a treat. I got one as well as our tamed business lady got all of me down into her throat with her nose buried in my hairs. I could feel her snuffling into my bush, like she was whimpering with pain. Maybe she’d dislocated her jaw or something, I sure didn’t care. And Beast was singing some crazy little song he’d picked up someplace:
“Can you catch it on your tonsils?
Can you throw it left to right?
If your momma says to spit it out,
Do you swallow it in spite?
Does the cum lose its flavor overnight?
Beast laughed, knelt down behind her and put his hand up between her legs. Then he lifted it out and sniffed it. “Wow, she’s ready to rock and roll,” he said. “How about she keeps blowing you off while I fuck her some?”
“I think I can go with that,” I told him.
We hauled Nicola to her feet and then bent her over the hood of a Probe to pull her panties off, which seemed like the right model for the job. Then we left her there for a while as we got rid of our stinking clothes and patted her delicious rump.
“Oh God, you guys are way out at the edge,” she kept saying. “You don’t understand, I’ve got to be back at my desk soon.” But talking like that didn’t stop her from wriggling her ass at us every time it got touched.
She didn’t get that much time for talking anyway, not as soon as she was riding on top of Beast’s hot rod, because I started up again where I’d left off.
It meant balancing on top of one of the wrecks to let Nicola do her deep breathing exercises, but she made it worth the effort. Lots and lots of tongue work in between some serious suction type efforts. I wondered if she’d handled two guys together before and figured that she was probably capable of taking on a black basketball team if she needed to.
What I really wanted to know was if I could get all the way down her throat again. I couldn’t see why not, not if I pushed hard enough. One thing though, if she choked on my cock there was no way I was going to give her the kiss of life.
“Got a big mouth, have you, bitch? Right, see if this fills it for you.”
I’d gotten in position to take the plunge, and I knew it, and she knew it, and she was sucking on me like she was underwater with a blocked snorkel. Then I gave her something to remember when she got back to the office. All the way, man, all the way down her throat until she was wriggling between me and Beast like a gaffed fish.
I gave out with a rebel yell and so did Beast. Fuck, but we were making sure this bitch worked hard for every letter she got back from us. It had sure been nice of Clay to crash his car and let us in on this deal.
I wondered if he was dead or not – I’d have to remember to ask Nicola. If he was still alive we’d have to take some pics of her doing her thing with us and send them to him with a “Don’t Get Well” soon card. In the meantime his bitch was starting to use her teeth to bite lightly on my cock because she had to. Otherwise she was plain going to choke on it.
OK, nobody can say we’re not sensitive new age guys down at the wreckers. I’d take my shaft out of her mouth if that was what Nicola wanted: and then I’d ram it right up her asshole.
The funny thing was that she didn’t seem to want me to do that. It wasn’t as if I wasn’t a real gentleman about the deal. Hell, she saw me get a dab of leaking grease out of a wheel bearing on the end of my finger, and she certainly knew where I put my finger and spread it around to make it easier for her. But even after I’d taken all that trouble for her she still didn’t want to get rimmed front and rear.
She screamed and begged about it, to tell the truth, and that made it so much more fun. “Hey, bro, can I plug your woman between the cheeks?” I asked Beast.
“Well, hell, man, any woman of mine is a woman of yours. Climb aboard and do it.”
Yeah, that was what I wanted to hear. That lovely upturned ass, with those high heels and nylons and her squealing away as Beast fucked her, but looking back over her shoulder with her eyes stucking out like peeled grapes as I snuck in through her back door. And then I was really inside, and fancy pants Nicola was screeching like a high revving metal cutter.
No doubt about it, here was a lady who was going to be sitting mighty cautious on office seat for a while because of a blown ring. And just to prove it there’d be grease stains on her panties every time she blew off.
“You know what happens next?” I asked her.
“I’ve got a hunch I’ll be back tomorrow for lunch,” she gasped.
Yep, she’s our kind of bitch, is Nicola.
THE END
Mr Spraycan - case 1
Sergeant Grafton: “Ms Bulower, this is all pretty unusual. Normally, the way it works with criminal offences is that we get a complaint made by a victim and then we investigate it. But this time what happened was that a set of pictures were sent to the police showing a woman being sexually assaulted. That’s very unusual, very worrying – and it’s more alarming yet when the victim’s name and address are put in with the pictures. Still, that’s what happened and we’re bound to follow it up. I’m here on your doorstep and I can see the photos we have are definitely of you. So, I have to ask, did you report this incident at the time it happened?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “No . . . no. It’s all very difficult to explain. I don’t think you’d have believed me if I told you about it.”
Sergeant Grafton: “I’ve worked in the sexual crimes area for quite a while, Ms Bulower. I’ve heard some pretty strange things in that time. So I think you should talk to me, whether or not you have legal charges in mind. Would this be a convenient time to clear the air? My first name is Julie, by the way.”
Ms Amelia Bulower:“I don’t know . . . "
Sergeant Grafton:“Is your husband in right now, Ms Bulower? Is this a bad time?
Ms Amelia Bulower:“No, he’s away on a business trip. I guess it’s OK. I’ll make us some coffee and I’ll tell you what happened. I know you won’t believe me. But come in.”
Ms Amelia Bulower:“That OK, Julie?”
Sergeant Grafton:“Tastes fine, Ms Bulower.”
Ms Amelia Bulower:“Call me Amelia.”
Sergeant Grafton:“Surely. Now, when did this happen, Amelia? And what was it that happened?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “It was eight days ago. I was jogging in a patch of woodland called Richmond Larches which is about ten miles out of the city. A deserted sort of place. So now you’re going to ask me what the hell I was doing running around in a place an hour’s drive from where I live and where I’d never been to before?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Well, yes, if that’s so, why did you go there?
Ms Amelia Bulower:“This is where it gets weird, right from the beginning. I go jogging every day, but only in the local park. The day before the pictures were taken, some guy had waved me to a stand as I was running there. He seemed like just an average guy in a track suit but before I could take much notice of him he held up some kind of a spray can and squirted something in my face, some kind of a gas. Then I lost it, completely. What I mean is, whatever was in that container, one whiff of it and I felt as if I was sleep walking. As if my mind was way back there somehow while my body was still out in front: it was weird. But I still knew everything that was happening, and the really weird thing is that whatever this guy told me to do, I did. He told me to sit down on a bench and I just went with him and sat on the bench beside him. Have you ever heard of any kind of drug that could make somebody behave like that?
Sergeant Grafton: “There are plenty of drugs I’ve heard of guys trying to use on women and some of them are very effective, but I’ve never heard of anything quite like this. Excuse me, Amelia, but you come across to me as somebody with a pretty strong personality. It’s hard to believe you could lose all your willpower just from a whiff of gas. But you’re saying that’s what happened?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “That’s only part of it. The guy who’d sprayed me in the face started talking to me. He told me about Richmond Larches, he told me when to go there, and to be wearing my running suit. He told me what time to be there, and where to park my car and what track to go running down. He told me all these things and he even gave me a piece of paper with it all written down. And then he got up and walked away without even looking backwards. But one thing he did say before he went was that I shouldn’t tell anybody else about going to Richmond Larches: not unless I was asked. And I haven’t.
“Oh, the hell with it, I can see you don’t believe a word of what I’m saying!”
Sergeant Grafton: “No, don’t prejudge my reactions, Amelia. Like I said, I hear about some really strange things that go on. Just tell me everything you can remember, no matter how odd it seems.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Alright, I’ll try. I suppose after about ten minutes of sitting on the bench I felt the same way as I usually do. Except that I knew I was going to have to make the appointment at the Larches next day. It didn’t seem like any big deal, it was as if I was going to have to go to the hairdresser or something like that. I just wouldn’t mention it to my husband or anybody else, that’s all.”
Sergeant Grafton: “I have to admit, Amelia, this is strange; the way, you’re telling the story, it was as if you’d had some kind of hypnotic suggestion planted way deep in your mind. Have you ever been hypnotized previously? At a stage show or something like that?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Never. I don’t believe in hypnotism – or I didn’t, anyway. I’m as certain as I’m sitting here that it was all due to that gas I got hit with. Have you ever heard of any kind of a gas that could put somebody in a trance in only a second or two?”
Sergeant Grafton:“No, absolutely not. There are three kinds of drugs you usually get associated with non-consentual sex: there’s Rohynol, Ketamine and GHB. They’re in liquid or pill format and almost always used to spike a woman’s drink. They heighten the effect of the alcohol, to cause loss of inhibitions and often amnesia as well. The after effects are usually pretty bad too, like a magnified hangover. Did you feel that way?”
Ms Amelia Bulower:“I guess I lost my inhibitions, that’s true, but it was like I had to do whatever I was told without argument. Unbelievable, I guess. But I remember everything, I never felt physically ill and the effects seem to linger on. I was told not to talk about what happened to anybody and if you hadn’t come here I don’t think I would have. How long do the effects of these other drugs last for?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Three or four hours at the most. Never for days.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “And you’ve never heard of a rapist using gas?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Not unless he’s a dentist.” . . . “Excuse me. Amelia, but I’m surprised you seem able to laugh about this matter. According to these photos you were treated pretty roughly.”
Ms Amelia Bulower:“Julie, according to my memories, I was fucked hard and put away wet. What I want to know is why these guys sent the pictures to the police?”
Ms Amelia Bulower:“These guys?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Yeah, that was another weird thing. The guy who sprayed me was there taking the shots but the guy who laid me first, I’d never seen before. But why the photos, and why send them to the cops?”
Sergeant Grafton:“If you’re telling me the truth, I’d just about risk a totally off the wall guess. I’d guess that these guys have invented this gas or whatever it is, and it seems like they’ve hit on some kind of magic formula that lets them mess with people’s minds as much as they like. So now they think they’re the kings of the streets and they’re proving it by sending their rape pictures to us. It’s a way out notion, but if I’m right, God forbid, we can expect a whole lot of more cases like yours, Amelia.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “That’s bad. I mean, I don’t feel so bad for myself for some reason, maybe because my mind really has been affected. But I still wouldn’t want it to happen to any other woman.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Well, if these guys really have gotten themselves some kind of super rape aid I need to find out all I can about it. Amelia, would you be prepared to look through these pictures and tell me what you remember about how they were taken?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Sure, I’ll do that for you. Another cup of coffee?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Uh . . . yes, please, Julie. And I think I’d better tell you at this stage that I’m wired. Everything you tell me is being recorded.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Yes, I thought you might be. OK, so here I am running and I’m still brain dead. I mean, I’ve come here because I was told to by a total stranger a day ago and I’m doing everything he’s told me to, and it just seems as if I have to be there because I have to be there. I don’t remember ever asking myself why the hell I should be bothering. I’m just doing it. How could I have gone to the police afterwards with a story like that? Even though it’s the truth.”
Sergeant Grafton: “I can understand that, Amelia. And you weren’t frightened at all, apprehensive about meeting this man again?”
Ms Amelia Bulower:“No. That never occurred to me either. All I felt was kind of annoyed that I had to take time off to handle this chore. I told you, it was just like having to do some shopping or to see my accountant, or something like that.”
Sergeant Grafton: “OK, well, this first shot looks like it was taken with a long distance lens. Did you see the men waiting for you at this stage?”
Ms Amelia Bulower:“No. It seemed like there was nobody else around until the pair of them came out from behind a tree. If they hadn’t shown up I think I’d have just run along the trail where I was told to and then gotten back in my car and driven off without thinking anymore about it.”
Sergeant Grafton: “But they were there, waiting for you. In a concealed position, like an ambush?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Well, like I said, waiting behind a big tree, yes. The first one who stepped out was the one I hadn’t seen before and when he tried to grab me, I tried to get away from him.”
Sergeant Grafton:“Which is what’s happening in this next photo?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Yes. And then the first man came out from behind the tree. I mean the man who’d gassed me the day before and spoken to me. The one who’d told me to come to Richmond Larches. And he told me to relax because everything was going to be OK. He had a camera in his hands and aimed it at me as he was talking.”
Sergeant Grafton: “What were your reactions when you saw him again and he spoke to you?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Everything seemed fine then. I just stood and waited as he walked up to me. He hung the camera from a strap around his neck and took a spray can from off his belt. It looked like the same can as he’d used on me before. He told me again to relax, and then waved the nozzle in my face and I heard a hissing sound, just like a regular aerosol can working. And then he told me to fall asleep. So I did.”
Sergeant Grafton: “You fell asleep just like that? You mean you actually blacked out as soon as this man with the spray told you too?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “What do you want from me, a lie detector test? Yes, that’s what happened and you were the one who was talking about hypnotism and stage shows before. You’ve seen the same thing done on stage by professional hypnotists, haven’t you?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Yes, but I never understood how it could be done: I thought there had to be an element of trickery in it. Anyway, I’m only here to listen to your story, Amelia, not dispute it. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t because there’s a photo here which shows you’re telling the truth. You were put to sleep and here’s the proof.”
I’ll be asking you for a full description of this offender who gassed you before I leave, but just for now, can you give me some idea of what he looks like? How did he strike you when you first saw him? The first time he sprayed you, and also when you met him at the Larches."
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Well, he was nothing special. Caucasian, early thirties maybe, long black hair, dark glasses, medium height, average build, casual clothes that looked as if they hadn’t been pressed for days. He looked as if he’d just come out of a computer cubicle at some internet company.”
Sergeant Grafton: “He never mentioned his name – or the other offender’s?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “No. I’ve always thought of him as the Geek. And the other one, well, he was biggus dickus as far as I was concerned.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Well, yes, Amelia. I can see what you mean, from the photos. So you can’t recall what happened for a while after you were told to go to sleep?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “No. Although I found out later they’d used either a knife or a pair of scissors to cut off my pants. I don’t remember anything about that. What I remember next is still feeling half asleep and lying on my back on something which was very hard, like a rock. Which was what it turned out to be. And a voice, the Geek’s, it was telling me to open my mouth. So I did.”
Sergeant Grafton: “You were still pretty groggy from the gas at that stage? You didn’t understand that oral intercourse was being demanded of you?”
