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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 .
U see hor…Everyone different lah…cannot be same mah otherwise very boring leh…
PR got cum in mouth with chio Ang Mo gal since he in Aussie now…U got Cum in CB…MT got Cum in mouth with 18 yr old gal since he like young young one and CL since he like Cum so much got cum in mouth + 2 gals swapping his cum lor…
This is my grand finale posting for the illustrated sex stories…I will no longer be posting regularly in SBF due to time constraints and this thread may not be updated for a very long time in future…
Mr Spraycan - case 3
Sergeant Grafton: “Hi, you must be Ms O’Monahan – Ms Robin O’Monahan. I left a message on your answering machine yesterday. I’m Sergeant Julie Grafton, City Police, Special Victims’ Liason Unit.
Ms O’Monahan: “O yeah, I got your message, but you must have made some mistake. I haven’t made a report to the police about anything.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Can I come inside, please, Ms O’Monahan? If this is really nothing to do with you it should only take a few minutes to straighten it out.”
Ms O’Monahan: “I don’t know . . . no, I don’t want you to come inside, sorry.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Not even to talk about a garage sale?”
Ms O’Monahan: “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sergeant Grafton: “It means I’ve seen the pictures, Robin.”
Ms O’Monahan: “Oh . . . well, whatever you’ve seen, it’s got nothing to do with the cops.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Not even if you had a gas sprayed into your face which completely altered your thinking?”
Ms O’Monahan: “You know about that? I thought it couldn’t really have happened, not the way I remembered it.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Robin, you’re just part of a much bigger thing. What happened to you was only one in a series of attacks on girls. And afterwards, the slime who do these things have been boosting their egos by sending us pictures of what they’ve done. So now can I come in, please?”
Ms O’Monahan: “I’d rather walk around the corner and sit on a bench, if it’s all the same to you. If you want to come with me, you can do.”
Sergeant Grafton: “That’s fine. And please call me Julie.”
Ms O’Monahan: “OK, Julie.”
Sergeant Grafton: “So – what happened, Robin?”
Ms O’Monahan: “I left work at the same time that I usually do and I went to the carpark where I always park my car. As I was walking up the steps between floors a guy was coming down them. As I went to go past him he pulled a can out of a bag in his hands and squirted me in the face. It was sort of cold and it made me gasp and for a moment I was totally frightened. And then I suddenly felt very happy about everything.
Sergeant Grafton: “Happy?”
Ms O’Monahan: “I mean the way you might feel after you’ve had a really good day and you’re out on a date with a great looking guy and after the third or fourth drink everything seems to be so good you want to laugh and laugh. Only it seemed even better than that somehow, because they way I felt then, I couldn’t even remember what it was like not being happy. And it all happened so quickly that I was on a high even before my feet had stopped moving up the steps. I’ve been wanting to try and tell somebody about it, but who would have understood what I was talking about?”
Sergeant Grafton: “What did this man look like, the one who squirted you in the face?”
Ms O’Monahan: “He was white, about thirty, average body, wearing dark glasses, black hair, wearing a casual shirt. .”
Sergeant Grafton: “Was his hair done up in a bun at the back of his neck?”
Ms O’Monahan: “You know him?”
Sergeant Grafton: “We know of him, and another fellow offender who’s his partner. The one with the dark glasses we call the Geek. The other one we call Monkey Face. He usually takes first turn with the victims while the Geek takes photos of them.”
Ms O’Monahan: “That’s right, that’s what happened to me. But it was so strange, the guy who sprayed me told me to take him to my car and I did. I never said a word, not even when he said for me to give him the keys. Then he told me to get in the passenger seat, put on the seat belt and go to sleep. And I did it, I went to sleep like a baby with this stranger driving me away in my own car. Incredible, as if I was hypnotized.”
Sergeant Grafton: “I know, I know, I’ve heard so many strange things since the Geek started using this gas of his that I’m starting to wonder what the hell would happen if he sprayed it into the air conditioning system of a big office block. Hell, he might be able to take control of an entire bank or corporation. Even if it was only for a few hours it would be long enough to transfer billions of dollars to some offshore bank account. Anyway, Robin, when did you wait up again?”
O’Monahan: “Well, I didn’t look at my watch when I did, partly because I was still groggy, but mainly because I was having my nipples tweaked up by a pair of man’s hands. I was lying on my back and my shirt was pulled up around my neck, and my boobs were right out in the open. And somebody was calling my name. I suppose they must have opened my handbag and checked my ID. Anyway, I heard my name.”
Sergeant Grafton: “So then you opened your eyes?”
O’Monahan: “Yes, I opened them. The guy who was bending over me and touching me I’d never seen before. He was grinning and like you said, he did look a bit like a monkey. He said ‘Hello, Robin’ and I said hello back.”
Sergeant Grafton: “How did you feel right then? Were you frightened? Angry?”
Ms O’Monahan: “No, I still felt kind of sleepy, but apart from that I felt the way I had done when I first got sprayed. I felt as though everything in the world was perfect and this was all some kind of a wonderful adventure that I was going to enjoy like I’d never enjoyed anything before.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Every time I hear this I still can’t believe it. Yet I do keep hearing it, and from different people. Robin, I’ve got a picture here I’d like you to take a look at and see if you recognize him.”
O’Monahan: “Yes, that’s him. Is that another of the girls who got sprayed?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Yes.”
Ms O’Monahan: “And she told you she felt the same sort of feelings that I had – that everything was great and there was nothing to worry about?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Yes. It was very much the same sort of story as you’re telling me.”
Ms O’Monahan: “Wicked. I don’t understand these two guys, if all they’re doing is grabbing a chick here or there. If they started selling whatever it is they’ve got in that spray can they could make more money than the Mafia does. The stuff is, wow, potent, you know?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Yes, that’s another worry. A couple of kids running around and scoring wherever they like is bad enough, but if organized crime got involved . . . so was the Geek there as well? I suppose he was the one using the camera?”
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Hehehehe….Ya I know Lah , just that the next one hor no need include us liao maybe include some other bro’s ……kekekeke
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Sergeant Grafton: “Yes, that’s another worry. A couple of kids running around and scoring wherever they like is bad enough, but if organized crime got involved . . . so was the Geek there as well? I suppose he was the one using the camera?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Yes. He asked the other dude to stand aside so he could take a clear picture of me. He said I had a beautiful pair of boobs, especially now that they were all perked up so nicely. Then he said they were going to do some fun things with me and I was going to enjoy myself.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Did you say anything?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Yeah, I said OK, and then I asked him where I was. I didn’t really care that much, I was just a bit curious. They both laughed when I asked that and the Geek said I was in a nice little love nest where I could make as much noise as I liked while I was getting laid and nobody was going to hear me. Then he told the other guy to lift my head up so I could have a look around.”
Ms O’Monahan:“I guess I can’t tell you much more than you can see here. We were inside some kind of an indoor garage, and my car was parked next to me. A sheet was hanging down on one side of the garage, maybe so I couldn’t see another car that was there. I don’t know, all I really knew was that I only had my underwear and socks left on and I was lying on a blanket on top of something flat and hard. Which is the way the picture shows it. And then the guy holding my head started squeezing my mouth. He told me to put my head back down and close my eyes again because he was going to give me a big surprise.”
Sergeant Grafton: “And this was the surprise, I guess?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Yeah, it wasn’t much of a surprise. He’d already dropped his pants and his cock was rearing up like an angry rattlesnake, so I knew he wanted me to blow him. But he made a kind of a game out of it at first, making sure I had my eyes closed and then just brushing the top of his cock against my lips.
Sergeant Grafton: “How did you feel about that?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Happy . . . like I said before, I was happy about everything. Feeling very relaxed and happy.”
Sergeant Grafton: “So you went along with what he wanted?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Yes, I played up to him. I made some of those little moaning sounds you make when you’re half asleep and I ran my lips around the head of his cock, as if I was tasting it. The only thing was that I couldn’t stop myself from fluttering my eyelashes every time the camera flash went off near them. Both of the men could see that and I could hear them laughing about it. Then Monkey Face told me to open my mouth for him.”
Sergeant Grafton: “And you did do that? Because of the gas or the drug, or whatever it was they used on you? The substance that had taken away your willpower?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Oh, what does it matter, by then? I had my mouth full of a cock like a horse’s, the guys were calling me a hot little slut and pulling on my hair and saying how I was going to get fucked. All I cared about was when they were going to get on with it. Then the one you call the Geek told me to open my eyes again and look up at Monkey Face while I blew him. While I was doing that he told me to wink if I was ready to be fucked – so I winked.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Well, since you were drugged, any such signs of assent aren’t a defense anyway. And was it the man you’d been giving oral sex to who penetrated you first, Robin?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Oh, yes, it was Monkey Face. He stepped back and told me to roll over on my side so he could take me from behind. And the Geek, if that’s what you call him, he took some more photos of my face and said I had a fantastic body and a pair of tits to die for. He said I ought to be a model and the shots he was going to take of his buddy fucking me were sure to turn out great.”
Sergeant Grafton: “How did you feel about that?”
Ms O’Monahan: “I thought they were nice things to say, especially as he didn’t need to because both of them knew I was hot to trot. It was confusing though, what with one dude talking to me and another getting set to prong me. I mean, I felt one minute everything had been normal, and now I felt like I was in another dimension or somewhere. Like I was in a different world, because of the way I was feeling. It’s hard to explain.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Why are you licking your lips here? Did either of the men tell you to do that?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Yes, the Geek did. He said I was looking so sexy already that if I licked my lips it would make everything just about perfect. He said that when they’d decided to take me they thought I’d looked good, but they hadn’t realized what a spunk I was until they’d stripped me off and taken a good long look.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Did he say anything about how long they’d been watching you before they made their move? Had they watched you collect your car for several days before they decided what to do, or did they just take a quick chance the first time they saw you walking into the carpark?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Neither of them ever said anything about that. Or if they did, I never took any notice of it. I had other things on my mind by then. The Geek told me to put my tongue all the way out while his buddy lined me up ready for fucking. That sort of thing can be distracting.”
Sergeant Grafton: “So would you testify that you were too frightened or to doped to object when this offender was getting ready to have intercourse with you?”
Ms O’Monahan: “I’d be prepared to swear that I thought I’d been hit with a Scud when Monkey Face started in on my love tunnel. But I don’t suppose that’s what you want to hear, is it?”
Sergeant Grafton: “What I want to hear is whatever you want to tell me. Just say whatever you feel is the truth.”
Ms O’Monahan: “The truth – the truth is that I was having the best sex ever. No hang ups about letting myself go, just the pleasure of getting a real good screwing with plenty more to come. And if you want to know if that was all due to the spray, then I’ll tell you the truth about that as well – I just don’t know.”
Sergeant Grafton: “You know something else that really bothers me about these cases, Robin? The way the effects of the drug seem to stay on with the females concerned. None of them want to press charges, none of them even seem to have any bad words for the men who assaulted them. Hell, you’d think they considered themselves lucky to have been chosen, as though they’d been picked up by a couple of film stars. And you seem to be behaving just like the other victims.”
Ms O’Monahan: “What would you like me to do, Julie? Go up to the top of that building over there and jump off the roof because there are a couple of guys in this town who’ve had my cunt wrapped around their cocks?”
Sergeant Grafton: “No, I don’t want you to do anything for me you don’t want to. I’d just like to be able to understand what happened. Can I show you another of the photographs and ask you a question about it? Would that upset you?”
Ms O’Monahan: “The others haven’t, so why should one more?”
Sergeant Grafton: “OK, the thing about these photos is that you’re usually either looking straight into the camera or into the face of the man who’s screwing you. You don’t seem embarrassed about anything. And the way you’re looking at this guy, it’s like you want to remember everything about him. But since you don’t seem to interested in identifying him, now you’ve got the chance, the only other reason I can think of for a woman to look at a man that way is because she’s getting fond of him.”
Ms O’Monahan: “Oh, no, that’s a crazy idea.”
Sergeant Grafton: “You said you had great sex with him – that’s usually a good start to a relationship.”
Ms O’Monahan: “There isn’t any kind of relationship: the pair of them drugged me, dunked my donut every which way and then dumped me. That’s it, end of story.”
Sergeant Grafton: “The end of their story, maybe. Your story is that you seem to have enjoyed everything they did to you, even if it was on top of a piece of junk furniture in a basement somewhere. You certainly seem to be enjoying yourself in the pictures they took of you. I suppose this was another pose the Geek suggested for you?”
Ms O’Monahan: “So what if it is? I haven’t complained to the cops about anything that’s happened, so what business is it of yours anyway?”
Sergeant Grafton: “Well, I was just wondering. Like you said they drugged and took you without bothering to ask whether you wanted them to or not. But you seem happy enough about the situation to sit and look through the photos. If these guys came and knocked on your door would you go with them again – even if they didn’t spray you?”
Ms O’Monahan: “I don’t know. Maybe I would.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Even to have more pictures like this taken of you?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Maybe. If I felt like it. After all, they’re not likely to do anything to me they haven’t done already.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Robin, from what I’ve heard, I suspect that this spray can have long term effects on the victims’ personalities. It certainly seems to take away their inhibitions immediately they’re touched by it, or inhaled it. But I’m not sure that they go back to the way they thought about things before. For one thing, they all seem to have a very casual attitude towards sexual matters. The same sort of attitude you’re demonstrating now.”
Ms O’Monahan: “Perhaps it just seems that way to you, Julie, because you’re a cop? Or perhaps I’ve always wanted to be a slut and that drug opened a door I’d never have dared touch by myself.
Sergeant Grafton: “That sort of statement and pictures like this would sure make a defense attorney’s job very easier.”
Ms O’Monahan: “There isn’t going to be any trial and there aren’t going to be any lawyers. I thought I’d made that plain right from the start. I’ve got too much to lose by getting involved in that scene. I’ll answer your questions as much as I can, but that’s all.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Alright, then. Was there anything about these two men that would help us find them? Did they say anything about what sort of work they did, where they lived, where they came from, anything at all about their backgrounds?”
Ms O’Monahan: “No.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Robin, I have this picture here of you being taken from behind and looking back at the man who’s screwing you. Looking back at him very intently, the same way as I’ve seen you looking at him in other photos. Do you really mean to tell me you can’t remember anything at all special about him?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Sorry, there’s nothing I can tell you that you don’t already know.”
Sergeant Grafton: “And what about the place you were taken to. I suppose you didn’t notice anything about that either, not with all the attention you were devoting to your partners?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Don’t make any judgements until you’ve been in the same situation. That spray is strange shit. And the only thing I remember was a kind of a bad smell hanging around. Like somebody had been in there who hadn’t washed for a long time.”
Sergeant Grafton: “An animal type of smell, maybe?”
Ms O’Monahan: “Yeah, maybe. I didn’t have time to think about it very much. As you can see.”
Sergeant Grafton: “OK, then perhaps you’d better think the possibility that these guys might use these photos as blackmail material against you. As far as I know they haven’t done that so far with any of the other victims, but you must know yourself that you’re a very attractive girl. So they may want another turn with you, and an easy way of doing it would be a threat to spread the photos of you around if you don’t meet up with them. Pictures like this one, for example.”
Ms O’Monahan: “Oh. Yeah, my folks would be real upset by this sort of heavy shit.”
Sergeant Grafton: “Well, if that does happen, please tell me about it and we’ll help you deal with the situation. Here’s my number.”
Ms O’Monahan: “Don’t hold your breath waiting. What these guys have got, you cops can’t deal with.”
Sergeant Grafton: “You should know something about how to hold your breath, Robin, from what I’ve seen. Here you can have this as a souvenir of your very good friend, Monkey Face. Monkeys, Robin, monkeys!”
Ms O’Monahan: “Monkeys – that smell I was telling you about . . . "
Sergeant Grafton: “Could have come from monkey cages. I know. They say dog owners end up looking like their dogs. Maybe your friend Monkey Face has been looking after monkeys or apes for too long. And if you ever see him again, tell him that I’m soon going to start rattling his cage for him.”
THE END
