Mr Spraycan – case 1
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.”
