Mr Spraycan – case 3

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?”