Ms Amelia Bulower: “Oh, yes, I knew about that straight away. It was the other guy who spoke next, not the Geek, and he told me to start licking his cock.”
Sergeant Grafton: “And you felt threatened enough to do it?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Well, it’s like I’ve been telling you all along, I somehow didn’t feel much of anything except that I had to do what I was told. I mean, it was kind of like being in a doctor’s office. If he tells you to do something you sort of think there must be a good reason for it, so you do it. That was how I was feeling right then. It didn’t seem like any big deal.”
Sergeant Grafton: “So you did what he wanted?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “The photo’s right there on the table: what do you need to ask that question for?”
Sergeant Grafton: “I’m trying to get it all into context, Amelia, that’s all. I need to understand not only what happened but how it happened and how you felt about things at the time. Like whether your feelings changed as things progressed. For example, you still seem only partially conscious at this time. Is that right?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Just at first. To tell the truth and shame the devil, it seemed like quite a cozy sort of feeling, to have a man in my mouth and knowing he was a stranger. Like we’d just been introduced at a party: OK, OK, I know it sounds crazy but that’s how it was. But he told me to open my eyes and look up at him, so I did.”
Sergeant Grafton: “So how did you feel when you looked?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “In a word, impressed. I knew I’d landed a big one as soon as I started putting my lips around it, but when I looked along it at eye level it looked like a Presidential model. I even wondered if I’d recognize the guy’s face. But it sure wasn’t who I’d hoped it might be.”
Sergeant Grafton: “So, Amelia, forgive me for being blunt about it, but how did you feel when you found out you were providing oral sex for a total stranger?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “I guess I felt sexy.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Sexy?”
Ms Amelia Bulower:“Horny; you know what it’s like when you feel horny, don’t you? Even cops must get horny sometimes, don’t they?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Sure, but under those circumstances . . .”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “You can see my circumstances. My bra had been pulled down to show off my tits to the guys and my panties had been adjusted to show off my pussy. They’d got me down on my back in the middle of a forest, three quarters naked and with a huge cock in my mouth. I didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to know I was going to get fucked by that big cock I was pumping up. And it seemed like a nice day for it to happen, so yes, I felt sexy. Or is there something else you’d prefer me to say instead?”
Sergeant Grafton: “No, I don’t want to put words into your mouth – if you’ll pardon the phrase.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “You’ve got a sense of humor there, Julie. I think you’ll need to curb that if you want to become a success as a cop.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Believe me, Amelia, this is one job where you can’t get by without being able to laugh at yourself, and the job. I mean, look at me, right now. I’m supposed to be interviewing a rape victim, and so far she hasn’t shown any apparent signs of anger at all about what was done to her. So am I wasting my time here because she’s still drugged or hypnotized in some way, or did she go out looking for the experience and then enjoyed it?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “I’ve never been involved in anything like this before, and I certainly didn’t go looking for it. I’m just saying that I felt very relaxed at the time and that afterwards I knew my story wouldn’t make any sense to anybody like you. I’d just be making a lot of trouble for myself and my marriage if I went around telling stories which nobody like you would believe.”
Sergeant Grafton: “And the photos? Did you remember them taking these photographs of you during the sexual assault? And did they influence you not to say anything about the offence?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “I’d forgotten about the camera when I first came to. I mean, what with being between a rock and a hard place, and so on. But then I realized that the Geek must surely still be around, watching me go down on his buddy, and then I remembered about the camera. And, anyway, he came and stood by me after a few minutes and told me to look up at him as he took some shots. They should be in there with the others, I guess.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Yes, they’re here. Do you want to see them, Amelia?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Why not?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Yes, that’s right. The Geek told the other dude to hold my head up while he took the shot. I remember that alright.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Hmmm. You don’t mind if I say that you seem to have been . . . . well . . . responding to the situation, Amelia.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “If you mean my nipples were all tightened up, you’re right. I told, I was already feeling horny and then the two of them were talking about which way to have me for my first fucking, either on my back or bent over the rock. That’s why I was perking up that way.”
Sergeant Grafton: “OK – and I suppose if somebody asked you if you were trying to scream, you’d say it was a stupid question.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Yes, it’d be a stupid question, especially for anybody who’d seen these photos.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Yes, I can see you’d have trouble just breathing, let alone doing anything else. So how do you feel about these guys sending these pictures to us? I mean, surely you must be upset at the thought of these prints being handed out around a squad room for a bunch of male detectives to leer at? Surely you must be angry with these two guys about doing that, after they’d already had their fun with you?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Is that what’s happened – have the men you work with been looking at these? I suppose they must have, mustn’t they? You can’t do an investigation without looking at the evidence, can you? So what did the guys say about them?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Well, let’s just say that if you ever want some hefty young officers to go jogging with you as bodyguards, I can let you have several contact numbers. But that’s not what we’re supposed to be talking about. What we’re supposed to be discussing is how a respectable woman like yourself got involved in this sort of situation.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “I keep on telling you how it happened, about the gas and everything. But listen, where the men really interested in those photos? As men, I mean, not as cops?”
Sergeant Grafton:“If I hadn’t been available there would have been plenty of other volunteers to come over here and meet with you, Amelia. Now, can we talk about what happened next: the act of penetration?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “You mean, when he started fucking me?”
Sergeant Grafton: “If you want to put it that way.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “It’s what happened. I was laid out on top of the rock and then laid by big dick. I have to give him his due, he eased it in gently enough. Little by little, and he was saying some nice things about what a great body I had. I guess even a rapist can have good manners.”
Sergeant Grafton: “I’ll pass on that. But how conscious were you right then, Amelia? To me, you seem to be still well out of it, what with the way you’re lying there and all.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Oh, I knew what was happening. But it was like when my husband makes love to me while I’m still half asleep. When I’m happy to lie there for a while and just enjoy everything without moving. You know, those times when you imagine it’s your favorite film star between the sheets with you. And the sun was shining down through the tree branches and it would have been dreamy, if only that rock had been softer. A pair of guys going to all that much trouble to screw me, you’d think that at least they’d provide somewhere soft to lie down on, wouldn’t you?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Amelia, I’m probably way out of line here, but the way you’re talking, you don’t seem to have many inhibitions about casual sex. Do you have many lovers outside your marriage?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “No, none at all. I’ve been married for ten years and I’ve never been with another man since. Except for this time, which I had no control over.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Well, that was my initial impression of your character, Amelia. But the way you talk about this business in the woods, and forgive me saying so, but it often sounds like you’re kind of loose about the whole deal. Do you feel yourself there’s something strange about displaying a reaction like that?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Yes, maybe. To me it still seems like something that had to happen but you’re right, somehow I can’t get my mind around why I feel like that.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Amelia, I have to say I don’t know what to think either. This is certainly shaping up as the most unusual case I’ve ever come across. Anyway, looking at this next photo, it seems you came out of that comatose feeling you’ve been describing?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Oh, right out of it: I had to. The Geek told me to wake up and show some interest. And John Doe got hold of me feet and jammed them up against a tree so I was tighter for him. Not that it made any difference, I couldn’t have ignored a cock that size much longer anyway, not when it got right into my cunt. I was already starting to come.”
Sergeant Grafton: “You had an orgasm, Amelia? Then and there?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “I sure did. Once my legs were swung over and he was deep diving it was like a NASA lift off – ten seconds and we had ignition. I did, anyway, lover boy just kept going.”
Sergeant Grafton: “So that’s why you’re smiling in this next picture?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Believe me, it was worth smiling about. And I suppose now we get to see the shots the boys down at the office really enjoyed?”
Sergeant Grafton: “I’ve got them here in my briefcase but I wasn’t planning to show them to you. I thought they might be too upsetting.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “No, I don’t think I’d find them upsetting. I’m just interested in seeing what I look like in that position.”
Sergeant Grafton: “OK, if you’re sure about that. Here you are then.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: (laughter) “Oh my God, is that really me? All I need is a set of stockings and a suspender belt and I’d be walk in for a porn movie. Well, a bend over, anyway. See him squeezing me – he had the nerve to tell the Geek I was a prime piece of rump meat. Maybe you should be looking for a butcher as a suspect.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Did you get into that position willingly, Amelia? That’s what I need to know.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “And that’s more than I can answer. I was told to bend over for a doggy style fucking, and I didn’t argue, but was that because of the gas or just plain common sense? I mean, there I was in the middle of the woods with two guys: what was I supposed to say, ‘No thanks, I think I’ll just wait here for a taxi to come by’? It was already too late to do much else but what they wanted.”
Sergeant Grafton: “So they didn’t use any force on you during the sexual acts.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Let’s just say that I decided I’d sooner see firm cocks than cocked fists.”
Sergeant Grafton: “So what were you thinking about just then? What was your state of mind?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Truthfully? I was having some of the best sex of my life. The guy behind had a huge shaft he was giving me all the way, it seemed so daring to be doing it where anybody might see us, and I was having another guy with a camera taking pictures of me being treated like an absolute whore. It was an experience I’ll never forget. Hey, there should be a shot taken between my legs with me looking back. Is that there?
“Yes, that’s it. I remember the Geek taking that shot and saying something about putting the meat into the sandwich. I can see now what he was talking about.”
Sergeant Grafton: “And you were feeling fairly relaxed about having forced sex with this John Doe?”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “No, not relaxed, Julie. In fact he made me feel tighter than I have done for a long time. But if I’d known then what I know now I’d have been thinking that I’d never be able to look another policeman in the face. Not with them having the photos sent to them.”
Sergeant Grafton: “We’re not going to put them up on the precinct notice boards, Amelia.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Thank God for that – have you seen this woman?” (laughter).
Sergeant Grafton: “Amelia, did either of the offenders ejaculate inside you at any time?'
Ms Amelia Bulower: “No. They seemed to make a point of getting me to blow them off. I guess it was the easiest way of making sure I didn’t take any DNA samples home with me. Hey, that picture’s there as well, isn’t it?”
Sergeant Grafton: “I suppose you’d like to see it as well, wouldn’t you, Amelia? Here you are, here’s your complete souvenir set.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “You don’t have to sneer, Julie. I’m sorry I can’t rend my clothes and break down in tears for you, but I don’t feel like it. My only real worry is that my husband might find out about this, and I certainly don’t want that to happen.”
Sergeant Grafton: “We could do it very discretely. A proper medical examination and perhaps you could talk to a psychiatrist. You do seem to have developed an odd kind of personality trait which may have resulted from the gassing you’ve described.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Thanks for the offer, Julie, but no. No more interviews, no doctors and certainly no psychiatrist. No more visits and no more talking. I’ve told you everything I can and that’s the end of it as far as I’m concerned. Now it’s up to you to catch the Geek and big dick.”
Sergeant Grafton: “That has to be your decision, Amelia. But there’s one thing I’m really curious about. Something I’d like to come around and ask you about in a few week’s time.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “What’s that, Julie?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Well, it seems to me like this gas really blew away all your inhibitions. I’d like to come back later on and see whether that effect has worn off or not.”
Ms Amelia Bulower: “Julie, that’s the most interesting question you’ve asked all day. I’m honestly not sure myself yet what the answer is going to turn out to be.”
THE END
Mr Spraycan - case 2
Sergeant Grafton: “Ms Eggers? Ms Jay Eggers? My name is Sergeant Julie Grafton. I’m from the Special Victims’ Liaison Unit at the City Police Central Operations’ Bureau. We spoke on the phone.”
Ms Eggers: “Yes. What is it you wanted to talk to me about?”
Sergeant Grafton: “It’s about some photos which were sent to our office by an unknown person. They were very graphic pictures of a young woman being sexually assaulted – and your name and address was printed on a slip of paper included in the photos.”
Ms Eggers: “Look, I explained to you when you called that you must have the wrong person.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Jay, please talk sense. I’ve got the photos here, I can see that you’re the girl in them. If you don’t want to tell me what happened, that’s your business, but I know these pictures were taken in Richmond Larches, which is a wooded area on the other side of the city. How did you come to be in that area?”
Ms Eggers: “I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you anything you’d understand. Goodbye.”
Sergeant Grafton: “If you insist, but can I ask you one more question, even if it sounds strange? Has anybody approached you recently and sprayed some kind of a gas into your face?”
Ms Eggers: “You know about that?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Jay, this is the second set of pictures we’ve received from an offender apparently operating in the same way in the same area. The first victim told me a story about having a spray used on her which seemed to put her into some kind of twilight zone where she had to do as she was told. It all sounded very difficult to believe. But if you’ve had the same kind of experience . . .”
Ms Eggers: “Thank God for that! I thought I was going crazy!”
Sergeant Grafton: “Then you were gassed?”
Ms Eggers: “Yes. After my aerobic class a couple of blocks away. I didn’t bother showering at the fitness center, I just pulled on my coat to walk home and get changed here. And as I walked out of the lobby a guy came up to me, pointed a spray can at my face and pressed the button on top. Then he started talking to me and said he’d walk me to my car. I told him I lived close by and he said he’d walk with me and talk to me on the way.”
Sergeant Grafton: “And you didn’t object?”
Ms Eggers: “That’s why I’ve been thinking I’d gone mad. No, I didn’t say a word unless he asked me a question, and it never seemed to occur to me not to do whatever he wanted me to. Can you believe that?”
Sergeant Grafton: “I can now, but only because this is the second time I’ve heard the same story in ten days. The man who sprayed you, can you remember what he looked like?”
Ms Eggers: “He had dark glasses, and black hair done up at the back of his neck. I’d have said he was about thirty, a messy dresser. Open necked shirt, crumpled pants, average build. The sort of guy that you often see in singles’ bars.”
Sergeant Grafton: “That matches a description I’ve already got. The girl said he looked like a Geek, so that’s what I’m calling him for now.”
Ms Eggers: “You’re not bullshitting to me about this, are you? About this happening to another girl?”
Sergeant Grafton: “I wish I was. The victim is ready to swear on a stack of bibles that she was told to go to Richmond Larches the day after she was gassed, and then went and did just that because she thought she had to. It’s the weirdest story I’ve ever heard and we’d just about written her off as some kind of a rape freak until the next set of prints arrived. Yours, Ms Eggers. Or can I call you Jay?”
Ms Eggers: “Sure. Look, this other girl is telling you the truth, because that’s what happened to me. Only it wasn’t the next day. The guy who sprayed me told me to come for a walk with him straightaway, and I did, like he was some old friend – the thought of not doing what he wanted never seemed to occur to me. It was like, do what you’re told and you never ask yourself why, anymore than you ask yourself if you’re going to take another breath after this one.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Yes, that’s the same story we’ve already heard – and couldn’t take on board. It looks as if we were wrong. So what happened next?”
Ms Eggers: “I went with him. He walked alongside me, he didn’t touch me, we went south for a couple of blocks and into a side road between two buildings with one way traffic. The guy told me to stand on the sidewalk and close my eyes. Tightly, he said. In fact he said it twice. After we’d been waiting there a minute or so a car pulled up by us. The guy told me to get in, keeping my eyes shut. He put his hand on the top of my head to guide it from hitting the roof. And then he told me to get down between the seats and he threw a blanket over me – over my head, mainly. Then he said I could open my eyes again but not to try to sit up again until I was told to.”
Sergeant Grafton: “And you didn’t?”
Ms Eggers: “No. I just kept my head out of sight underneath the blanket.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Did it smell of anything?”
Ms Eggers: “Excuse me?”
Sergeant Grafton: “The blanket: did it smell of anything? Was it old, or dirty, or greasy, or have any kind of distinctive aroma coming from it?”
Ms Eggers:“There was a kind of bad smell about it: a kind of animal smell. I’ve smelt it before but I haven’t been able to remember where – I still can’t remember where or when.”
Sergeant Grafton: “The smell of a dog, or a horse, maybe?”
Ms Eggers: “No, something more unusual, sharper. . . I’m sorry, I just can’t remember.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Don’t worry anymore about it now. Sometimes the only way to recall these things is not to think about them. So, you stayed underneath the blanket all the way out to Richmond Larches?”
Ms Eggers: “I didn’t know where it was. I still don’t, but I’ll take your word for it. Whatever, I was told to get out of the car and keep the blanket over my head until it had driven away. Then the guy who’d gassed me told me I could take it off. We were in the middle of a lot of trees, and that’s all I ever knew about the place.”
Sergeant Grafton: “So it was you and the one we call the Geek. Nobody else?”
Ms Eggers: “Yes, soon afterwards. We walked down a track and another guy appeared. I think he was the one who’d been driving the car and he’d parked it up where I couldn’t see it.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Before we go on, did the Geek say much of anything to you during the time you were being abducted – apart from instructions on what to do? And did he have any kind of accent that you noticed?”
Ms Eggers: “No, there was nothing unusual about his voice. But while we were waiting for the car he asked me some questions. Some personal questions.”
Sergeant Grafton: “How personal?”
Ms Eggers: “About as personal as you can get, I suppose. Did I like having sex with men, and how many men had I had sex with, and did I like giving oral sex.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Did you give him any answers?”
Ms Eggers: “Yes, I told him everything he wanted to know. Somehow it didn’t seem to matter. Like I said, I’ve been thinking that I must have had some kind of a mental breakdown to have done that.”
Sergeant Grafton: “No, I’m sure now you must have been affected by some kind of a mind control substance. But you became frightened, right: that’s what it looks like in this shot.”
Ms Eggers:“No, I wasn’t, though it looks that way. No, what happened was that the one you call the Geek stopped me and pointed towards the driver walking back towards us. He said the guy was going to grab hold of me and start fucking me, and I should look frightened. So I did, or tried to anyway.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Tried to? Weren’t you genuinely scared?”
Ms Eggers: “No, somehow I wasn’t. It was like all my feelings were numb, as though I was far away from them. Except for feeling excited about having sex right then and there, out in the open. It was something I’d never have normally dared to do but at that point in time I didn’t care. It was like, you know, being completely high – but I’ve never lost control of myself with drugs or booze the way I did in that forest.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Jay, none of the photos we have of you show either man’s face, but we do have one shot from the photos of the first assault that has his face on it. Could you look you look at it, please, and tell me if you recognize him? If it doesn’t upset you too much?”
Ms Eggers: “No, I don’t mind seeing it.”
Ms Eggers: “Yes, that’s him – the same man, the one who must have been driving the car. That girl who’s blowing him off – she told you the same sort of story as I am, hey?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Almost word for word. And now I know for sure she was telling us the truth, I’m expecting more cases like this to come along.”
Ms Eggers: “So those two guys have been getting a lot of exercise out in the open air, have they?”
Sergeant Grafton: “They won’t be getting anymore exercise in Richmond Larches. We’ve finally got the place staked out – I only wish we’d done it sooner.”
Ms Eggers: “I think you might be wasting your time now – I think these guys are too smart to go back there a third time. Can I . . . you know, see the rest of the photos they took of me?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Yes, if you want to. Anything you want to tell me might be helpful. Even if it’s only what sequence they were taken in.”
Ms Eggers: “I guess this is number two. That driver didn’t waste any time on foreplay. He just put me over a tree stump on my belly and came at me doggy style. And the other guy, the Geek, he was chuckling and using the camera all the time it was going on.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Did you resist, or call out for help, or ask them to leave you alone?”
Ms Eggers:“No, I was just wishing he’d waited until I was, like, ready for him. The guy was hung like a bull.”
Sergeant Grafton: “So, what happened next?”
Ms Eggers: “Let me see the pictures – yes, that’s probably the next one. When I was starting to enjoy it.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Starting to enjoy it?”
Ms Eggers: “Well, like I tried to explain, I only seemed to be able to think about what was going on from minute to minute, and I was in the mood. Like, not having a care in the world and feeling hot. And he was a real stud. When he started getting into me I did enjoy it, I can’t deny. Look, see what I mean?”
Sergeant Grafton: “And how do you feel about it now, Jay?”
Ms Eggers: “I feel a lot better knowing I haven’t gone crazy after all.”
Sergeant Grafton: “If we catch these guys, will you file charges against them?”
Ms Eggers: “Catch them first, then come back and ask me. By the time they’ve emptied out that can of bitch control gas you’ll probably have a coach load of women to choose from.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Alright, Jay, leaving that to one side, what did they say while they were with you? Can you remember anything at all that either of them said that might help us identify them?”
Ms Eggers: “No, I guess not. The guy who laid me first hardly said a word, except when he wanted me to suck his dick. And apart from what I’ve already told you, about the only other things the Geek told me was how to pose for his camera. Here, see here? He told me to turn over onto my back, shut my eyes and concentrate on feeling that big cock fucking me.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Was there any kind of accent you could detect in either voice?”
Ms Eggers:“No, none at all.”
Sergeant Grafton: “No distinguishing features?”
Ms Eggers: “Well, one’s got a big cock, and one’s got a medium sized one, and they’ve probably both got big smiles on their faces.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Doesn’t it seem odd to you to be saying something like that, Jay? Under the circumstances?”
Ms Eggers: “I’m sorry, but I can only tell you the truth. I was kidnapped by two strange men, fucked by both of them, I sucked them both off them, and came home with a belly full of donated sperm. Who they were, I don’t know, but if I see them on the street one day I’ll let you know. Say, I didn’t notice him taking this shot from this angle.”
Sergeant Grafton: “About the only thing I know for sure about the Geek right now is that he seems to know all the angles.”
Ms Eggers: “I guess he’s going to be a problem for you for a while.”
Sergeant Grafton: “A problem! Some scumbag mailing us full color pictures of his latest rape victim every week, and we can’t do a thing about it. Yes, that’s a problem, and if the media get hold of the story, it’s a problem that could put me back on traffic control.”
Ms Eggers: “Shit! He wouldn’t send the photos to the papers, would he?”
Sergeant Grafton: “I don’t understand why he hasn’t done it already. Or maybe he’s making up a good collection of victims before he finally sends them in. Does that mean I’ve finally got your full attention, Jay. Like your male friend here seems to have?”
Ms Eggers: “He’s not my friend, I told you that. He’s not even an acquaintance: he’s just a guy giving me some very good sex.”
Sergeant Grafton: “But not so good that you want to go public with it?”
Ms Eggers: “My partner’s idea of a threesome is me, him and another chick, not me and two other guys. I don’t want him to know about this.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Yeah, I can understand that. You especially wouldn’t want him to see a picture of you getting screwed by a strange guy and licking your lips over it.”
Ms Eggers: “The Geek told me to do that. And to suck the guy’s fingers when he put them into my mouth.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Oh, yes, the other guy, the nameless car driver with a face like a monkey who showed you his big end.”
Ms Eggers: “That’s it, that’s where I’ve smelt something like that blanket before! In the Zoo, in the monkey house!”
Sergeant Grafton: “I thought that might just be a possibility, but I didn’t want to suggest it to you directly in case I influenced your thinking.”
Ms Eggers: “What do you mean, Julie?”
Sergeant Grafton: “When you mentioned that the blankets smelt of animals the thought crossed my mind that maybe this guy would have had to do a lot of experiments to get his gas right to work on humans. So maybe he keeps chimpanzees or monkeys for the same reason a lot of labs do, because they’re the closest animals to humans.”
Ms Eggers: “That’s smart thinking.”
Sergeant Grafton: “If I was smart, I’d have thought of it days ago. What are you smiling at?”
Ms Eggers: “I was just thinking that I got offered a big banana myself. But I had to keep asking for it.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Howso?”
Ms Eggers: “Well, like, once he was inside me the monkeyman just waited there, without coming all the way in, while the Geek told me to look sexy as I was having my tits squeezed.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Did you get any sort of feeling on the relationship between the two of them? Was the Geek in charge, would you say?”
Ms Eggers: “I guess so, but not by much, if you know what I mean. I guess he has the spraycan, so that made him the boss. But I’ll tell you one thing, they sure worked like a team. Like they’d worked out everything they were going to do and it was a long way from being the first time they’d done this. I think they’ve had a lot more girls than just the two of us you know about.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Shit! You think so?”
Ms Eggers: “Now I know about this gas, or whatever, I’m sure about it. I mean, look at the way they’ve got me set up here. Hanging off the end of this guy’s cock and begging for it.”
Sergeant Grafton: “More self control than the average man, I guess. Or more practice?”
Ms Eggers: “More practice, Julie. I think this stud has gone through more women lately than Warren Beatty has had in his entire life.”
Sergeant Grafton: “I checked our records – there’s been no other reports until now of any other attacks being made using this gas.”
Ms Eggers: “I don’t think the girls involved have reported them. Not if my experience is any guide: how could I call out rape when I’d just walked off with a guy? If the same thing happened to the other chicks they wouldn’t have said anything either. And what happens when the defense counsel produces a picture like this? It looks like I’m really getting off on having my ashes hauled.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Jay, I have to say I’ve also noticed something with you that I noticed with the other girl who was photographed. I’ve noticed that neither of you seem terribly upset by the experience.”
Ms Eggers: “Well, no, I guess not. The Geek said afterwards that everything was cool and I wasn’t to worry about it, so I haven’t.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Do you think you’d feel the same if you saw the last shots that were taken?”
Ms Eggers: “I don’t know: show them to me and then I’ll tell you.”
Sergeant Grafton: “OK, if you want me to.”
Ms Eggers: “Yes, that was the way he decided to finish off. Gave me enough stroke to get me hot and happy, and then he told me to open my mouth and give him some head.”
Sergeant Grafton:“Did you try in any way to avoid giving him oral sex?”
Ms Eggers: “No, I was told to do it.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Hmmm. And how do you feel about looking at this picture?”
Ms Eggers: “Wow! And that’s all the come I didn’t swallow straight off – the guy’s balls must have been as full as balloons.”
Sergeant Grafton: “You don’t feel any anger or revulsion about a couple of men forcing you to be photographed looking like this?”
Ms Eggers: “Maybe I should but it doesn’t seem like any big deal. They enjoyed themselves, I wasn’t hurt, and the Geek said it was OK. But what would upset me is for my partner to see these. I suppose there are some more comeshots there?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Yes, several of them.”
Ms Eggers: “Yes, I remember that one: the Geek told me I had to keep on swallowing it until I’d got it all down. Slimy stuff, isn’t it?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Well . . . Jay, you said the Geek talked to you while you were waiting for the car. What did you say when he asked you if you enjoyed having oral sex with a man?”
Ms Eggers: “I told him I usually enjoyed it, if I liked the man well enough. But he was sure the first dude that had me blowing spunk bubbles for him. Both of them were laughing about that.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Did the Geek ask you for your name and address?”
Ms Eggers: “No. Would you have expected him too?”
Sergeant Grafton: “I was thinking about your belief that there’s been more of these assaults which have never been reported. Maybe he’s been sending pictures like this to the victims to make them keep quiet. If he had asked you for your details, would you have answered, do you think?”
Ms Eggers: “Oh, yes.”
Sergeant Grafton: “And would you have told him the truth?”
Ms Eggers: “Surely; that’s what I’ve been trying to explain all along. It never occurred to me not to do whatever he wanted me to. It was like the most important thing I could do, keeping him happy. Crazy, hey? I mean, look at me here, getting ready to lick off his buddy’s cock because that’s what he told me to do.”
Sergeant Grafton: “So he could be using photos as blackmail material against his victims?”
Ms Eggers: “Perhaps, but I doubt it. Somehow it just doesn’t seem important enough to bother about afterwards. Not to me it doesn’t, anyway. I think it may be the same for the others. I think maybe these guys are finding out they’re too good at keeping things quiet. That’s why they’ve gotten bored and decided to show off how clever they are by sending the pictures to the cops.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Yeah, I guess that’s the way I read it to. So taking these pics is probably a new thing with them.”
Ms Eggers: “And if I don’t press any charges nobody else ever gets to see these photos, right?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Right.”
Ms Eggers: “So I guess I can’t see the ones of the other girl in the woods?”
Sergeant Grafton: “No, no way, Jay.”
Ms Eggers: “Pity . . . I was wondering if they were as good as mine. I suppose the Geek had her lick both guys afterwards as well?”
Sergeant Grafton: “I can’t say anything about that, Jay. But if I were in your position, I think I’d be worried that I was still behaving like a trained monkey.”
THE END
Wahahahaha……bro teebs_darklord you’re damn GOOD man , I see liao also buay tahan . BUT hor why bro C_L got tarma and why me , PR and MT only got one gal …….hehehehehe……joking lah .
Anyway Thanks to you again for such a nice and wonderful stories with pictures . But it’s sad to see that you’ll be going slow cause of time constrain , Take Care Man hope to see more of these and of course not always us lah there’re some other bro’s you can include also .