Memories Ch. 02

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August Ames

This is part of a multi-chapter story and not a stand alone story; you are recommended to start reading from the first chapter.

Author’s notes.

This story is quite light on the sex part and definitely not meant as stroker/written porn. Don’t expect many explicit sex scenes. It is about recollections of sexual activity rather than about having sex directly.

Synopsis

A young, pretty woman is found lying unconscious on the road, naked. She is taken to hospital, where a check-up reveals she’s had sex with no less than five different men.

Oswald Jones, detective, is in charge of the investigation in this strange case. Together with his colleague Julia, a police counsellor, and his friend Thelma, a news paper journalist, he tries to figure out what has happened to this lady.

During the investigation they find out that this lady is not alone in her ordeal. Oswald and his friends dig in deeper and deeper, to uncover it all.

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Chapter 2. Real memories, or just dreams?

The next morning Julia went to the hospital to visit Ms Locatelli again, while I followed up on the number found on Ms Locatelli’s phone.

Through the local court I arranged for a warrant to get more information on this number from the telephone company. The state in which we found Ms Locatelli was more than enough probable cause to suspect a crime, making the warrant a formality.

I checked up with the team analysing the CCTV footage from the parking garage. They were by now halfway through the tapes but so far they could not tell me anything other than that they had confirmed that Ms Locatelli’s car had entered the building at the registered time, and that there had been many cars exiting the car park shortly before the time she was found naked on the road. However the license plates on those cars were for some reason not readable on the camera image. The direction and focus of the camera were both wrong for that.

This of course was highly suspicious. Early Saturday morning is not the time for many people to start driving, or to be leaving a shopping mall, telling me that these people were likely at the party. And the camera is supposed to be set up so it does catch the license plates. That is the whole purpose of it.

I asked Cart, who was overseeing this part of the investigation, “Any way to figure out who this may be?”

“No, we seized the car park’s records already and they have no records of these cars leaving the building. The records are just not there.”

“They have records of Ms Locatelli’s car.”

“Correct. I think they delete records the moment the car leaves the building. By law they must keep these records, so in case of a check they must have records of all cars present. But they can simply delete the record from their database and we’re none the wiser, and as they probably do so selectively it doesn’t stand out. Having the records of many cars leaving at such odd hours would stand out more. Until you compare CCTV footage with those records, no chance to find out who they were, and with their cameras not catching the license plates properly, we can merely see there are cars entering and leaving.”

“Any chance to see who is in the car? Man or woman, naked or dressed?”

“No, again the quality is too low, and windscreens are reflective, the way the camera is positioned we just can not see through.”

“So we can’t see anything there.”

“What we can see is the make and model of the cars. More than half of them are large, luxury cars, not the kind of wealth one would expect in such a run down car park. It is a low-income area, the mall reflects that as well.”

I was really disappointed to hear that this CCTV footage was of such low value. Usually we can get a great deal of information from CCTV recordings, this time not so much. It seems again these party people took precautions, and rigged the CCTV in such a way that while it is there, it is pretty useless.

Later that morning Julia returned from a visit to Ms Locatelli who was still in the hospital for observation.

“So how was it, any new information?”

“Yes, some new information, and it fits the story very well. I’ve got the whole conversation recorded on video, she was very confused when recalling her memories, she couldn’t believe it herself, and it was not very coherent.”

“Interesting.”

“Indeed – she says she remembers being excited, even happy. She also reported feeling sexual arousal just by recollecting the events, as vague as they are. She was only able to remember feelings and a few images.”

“Being taped didn’t bother her?”

“Small camera, put discreetly aside, no blinking lights, she quickly forgot about it. Video quality is of course not that great, sorry about that.”

“Never mind, it’s better than nothing. Me being there in person would probably have been far more of an inhibition to her. What do you think about the case?”

“She seems honest to me, in both what she tells me, and how she feels about it. However she’s overall a bit emotionless. ataşehir escort I mean, she does show emotions but it’s not as much as what I’m used to when working with rape victims, and the emotions she does show are very different than what I expect.”

“Do you think she was raped?”

“Not sure. Well, I think technically she was, as in she was likely drugged and lost her normal inhibitions. The drugs made her want to have sex, allowing her to genuinely enjoy it, and as a result she doesn’t feel violated now.”

“That sounds like one hell of a powerful drug. Much more than your typical date-rape drugs, that mostly result in your date passing out, and being unable to stop you. Those drugs she has been tested for, and she came out clean. I wonder why we haven’t seen any of this on the streets yet. There must be quite a market for a drug that turns any woman into a wanton sex animal.”

“We’ve got an interesting case on our hands, Oswald, a very interesting case, and I have the feeling it’s going to take a while to get to the bottom of it. I wonder where it will lead us. Please do listen to what she has to say, you may hear stuff that I didn’t.”

“You’re much better at reading people than me. Anyway, I’m curious what she has to tell. And I wonder what more, if any, memories will surface from her later. For now we don’t have much to go by. Let me watch it, I’ll see you at lunch.”

Julia handed me a copy of the recording on a USB stick, and using my laptop and headphones I watched and listened to the conversation. Ms Locatelli sounded quite shocked and upset, but she was also really open and willing to tell in embarrassing detail what she remembered.

The recording started with a formal introduction by Julia as a police officer, as is mandatory for such interviews. After that the interview started. It showed Ms Locatelli sitting straight up in her hospital bed, the head end of which was raised.

“My memories are very foggy, no real memories at all, nothing much coming back to me. It is like a dream.” Ms Locatelli looked a bit confused as she tried to recall what had happened after she left work that Friday.

“How do you feel thinking about that night?”

“Confused, mostly. I have had my share of drunken parties before, but nothing like this. I just don’t remember anything it seems. When I got there, where it was, the other people there, nothing. Just some random feelings. Feelings of being drunk, being excited, having an overall good time. I think it was a good party.”

“You’d been drinking heavily?”

“Well, I don’t remember, really. I’d been talking to many people I think, just chatting. Oh, I remember, some were walking around naked, no clothes. Why would they do that?”

“It offended you?”

“Well no, not really, not at all even, it was more like exciting. The whole atmosphere I recall was exciting, arousing. Those naked people, maybe we were all naked, it’s sexy.” She smiled.

“And how about you?”

“Naked? I have no idea. No idea. Very well possible. I recall a very erotic atmosphere as a whole, it’s titillating. I really don’t remember why we did that. Why would people just get naked among strangers? It just doesn’t make sense.” She looked puzzled. “People are not supposed to do those things. Did they put something in our drinks or so?”

“It might be, but we haven’t been able to find anything in your system other than a moderate amount of alcohol.”

“So strange. I just don’t remember much from that night, if anything. Just a lot of naked people, and sexual arousal. Strong arousal actually. As if we were going to have sex, but I don’t remember having sex. You say I did, but I don’t remember anything about it, just memories of a crazy party.”

“You feel those memories are good? Or bad?”

“Good, mostly good memories, it feels good at least. Nothing bad happened to me there, I believe.”

“Not even the sex?”

“That’s strange. I don’t recall having sex, you say the doctor thinks I had sex. Thinking about that part makes me strangely excited. Thinking of being at a party with everyone naked and aroused, makes me feel excited. Maybe it’s the taboo, we shouldn’t do that, but if everyone is doing it, it’s OK. It’s naughty, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so. You feel excited now you’re thinking of it?”

“Yes … a bit, it’s exciting. It makes my nerves twitch, I don’t really know how to describe it. It’s just a feeling, a feeling of anticipation I guess. I don’t know where that comes from, I never had this before.”

The tape continued with more of the same, nothing concrete that I could work with in my investigation. In the end Julia asked Ms Locatelli for the login credentials to her e-mail and Facebook and other social networking sites she may have used, and permission to access that information to look for more evidence on what happened.

I let it all sink in for a while. I really wondered what drug they used to make her do all that, and indeed why we hadn’t heard of any such drug yet. It must be so valuable on kadıköy escort the streets, a date-rape drug where your date ends up actively participating and enjoying the sex, instead of just passing out and resembling a bag of rice, incapable of saying “no”.

A few minutes later I called up Julia, as it was time for lunch. We often enjoy our lunch together, and I wanted to discuss the video a bit with her, and reveal to her the information I had learned from Thelma.

“I am really not surprised hearing that,” Julia said when I told her about the other victims Thelma had uncovered. “The most surprising part is maybe that we haven’t seen any other cases yet. This drug, the effects it has on those girls, it must be like heaven for the guys involved. Don’t you guys all love the idea of fooling around with a bunch of naked girls?”

“Maybe not all, but many guys do, not going to deny that. Anyway, it’s going to be hard to find other victims, as it appears they don’t remember what happened at all, or if they remember it is as a lively dream.”

“And we still have no idea of what it is that affected them?”

“No idea. I haven’t found anything on the Internet, no mention on the party-drugs forums that I follow, nothing. I have the feeling that someone invented this drug, somehow accidentally found out its effects, and is now having a hell of a lot of fun with it.”

“I guess so. And I’d really like to know who that is, and hopefully put him behind bars.”

“Sonar.”

“Sonar?”

“Sonar, the Facebook user my friend mentioned. I guess Ms Locatelli has had contact with him as well. Now the big trick is going to be to figure out who’s behind that account. And I have the feeling this is not going to be easy.”

As expected after lunch the warrant came in, and I immediately contacted the phone company, asking for telephone and location records related to the number we found. Of course it would be a while before that information would come back to me, so it was time to focus on my next lead: Facebook.

With the information Julia gave me I logged on to Ms Locatelli’s Facebook account, to check out her activity over the past month or so. Private messages are always the most interesting part.

Almost instantly I discovered chats with a user named Sonar, in which Ms Locatelli was invited to the party marked in her diary. Sonar, just like the name Thelma gave me. I read through their messages, a bit embarrassed, as I always feel when going through other people’s personal stuff. There were some exchanges with other guys, some flirting there, but not more than a few messages back and forth.

Ms Locatelli was single and looking, the perfect target for guys like Sonar, I thought. Her exchanges with Sonar proved that. He showed interest in her, asking her all kinds of questions, without really revealing anything about himself. All the while gaining her trust, and making it feel her like he’s really interested in her. That trust must be really great, as indeed he tells her to go to a specific place, then to call him to pick her up from her car and take her to the party. She doesn’t even seem to care where that party really is, or who’s invited, or anything else about it.

What I also noticed is that the conversations with Sonar often turned to sex, and sexual fantasies. Ms Locatelli was quite open in what she was telling. Even though Sonar was a stranger to her, a pure Facebook friend. Or maybe it was because Sonar was the perfect stranger, who she’d never meet in real life, and as such could talk to freely.

Sonar: How are you today?

Emily Locatelli: I’m good, just back from work. You?

S: Fine. Have you had your dinner already?

E: Yes.

S: Any plans for tonight?

E: No, nothing. Just staying home, alone.

S: You don’t go out? To a bar, meet some nice guy?

E: Well, sometimes I do. And I’ve met some nice guys occasionally.

S: And take them home?

E: No, LOL, never. Too scared for that.

S: Scared? You afraid he’ll do bad things to you?

E: Yes, that’s at least what I always imagine they’d do. I don’t know, maybe they are proper guys, it’s just that I’m afraid of taking the step.

S: So, say, you meet me in a bar, we have a great time talking together. The bar closes, I tell you I live close by, invite you to come for a drink. Would you want to?

E: Yes, but I’d be too afraid to do so.

S: You had a few drinks, you like me, you set aside your fears.

E: OK.

S: We walk five minutes and arrive at my apartment. I let you in. What now?

E: I expect you to take my coat, and offer me a drink.

S: So I do. Please take a seat on the sofa, a large two-seater.

S: I fetch you your favourite drink, what may it be?

E: A Martini.

S: A Martini, and hand it to you apologising it’s not the correct glass. I sit down next to you on the sofa, put my hand on your thigh.

E: I’m nervous, don’t know what to do.

S: We continue our chat, I slowly rub your thigh, slowly pushing bostancı escort bayan up your skirt, exposing your knee.

E: I take another swallow from my drink, trying to ignore what you’re doing.

S: You don’t like it?

E: I do, just too afraid. I barely know you.

E: I like it when a guy takes the initiative, makes me feel wanted.

S: When our conversation falls dead, I suddenly bend over you, and kiss you full on your mouth. My tongue trying to probe between your lips.

E: I put my hands against your chest, pushing you back.

S: You don’t like it?

E: I do… don’t… not sure, it’s too sudden.

S: I repeat my move, pushing my hands behind your back, pulling your body towards me while kissing you.

S: I’m hungry, you can feel my hunger for you.

E: I do. I drop my arms, and kiss you back. Your force makes me melt.

S: Lustfully one of my hands makes its way to your front, and I start massaging your breast. It feels really good.

E: It does, I feel the strength of your hand massaging me, through my dress and my bra. I break the kiss, and let out a moan, moving to give you easier access.

S: I put you down, push down the dress off your shoulders, exposing your bra.

E: A half-cup, I need that with that low cut dress.

S: Love it, you look so sexy like that. I kiss the exposed part, then move back to French kissing you. My hands roughly massaging your boobs.

E: Your hands are so big and strong, it feels good how you squeeze my big boobs.

E: You make me feel powerless.

S: I push up your bra, exposing those melons. Wonderful, they look so good.

S: I bury my face in the soft flesh, sucking your sweet nipples, enjoying your moans as my hand slips under your dress and into your panties.

S: I feel your hot pussy.

E: Yes, I’m moaning now, you make me feel good. Kiss my nipples, play with my pussy.

E: You’ll feel I’m very wet, a finger or two will slip in easily.

S: You’re really hot, you know that?

S: I pull down your panties, and open my pants, pulling out my hard cock. I just have to fuck you. Pushing up your dress I force myself into your wet and wanting pussy, all the way in.

E: Oh, that hurts, so sudden and you’re so big and strong. I scream.

S: I slowly start fucking you, enjoying your screams.

E: Yes, take me with all your might, I love it.

S: I fuck you harder now, squeezing your boobs, pinching your hard nipples.

S: I enjoy the look at your face, the arousal, the pain, everything.

E: Yes, that’s hot. My boobs are so sensitive, I love it when you play with them. Suck my nipples, suck them hard.

S: With my dick buried deep inside of you, I bend forward, and ask you, “I hope you don’t mind my flatmate joining us? He’s just back home.”

E: What?

S: I revel in the shocked look on your face.

E: I’m too aroused to refuse, I think I can handle a second cock.

S: I pull you up, moving you into doggy position.

S: One leg on the sofa, the other standing next to it, me standing behind you. You leaning on the arm rest.

S: I push back in, continue fucking you, your big boobs swinging so nicely. I hold your waist, controlling our movement.

E: You’re really taking me now, I have no choice. It feels really good, you’re hitting my G-spot just right.

S: You feel a hand grabbing your hair, pulling up your head, and a half-hard cock is hanging in front of your face.

E: I grab it with one hand, and start sucking it. I feel it grow harder very quickly as you continue fucking me.

S: It’s my flatmate.

E: The idea of having two hard cocks at one time is just so hot.

S: I love the look of that hard cock in your face, as I continue fucking you hard.

E: You make me cum. I want to scream, but I can’t with my mouth full. I just moan louder as my juices start to run free.

S: It doesn’t take long for me to come as well. The feeling of your hot wet pussy, the sight of you, dress crumbled around your waist, cock in your mouth, big boobs swinging around as I pound your pussy, it’s just too much.

S: I come hard, filling you.

E: The feel of you cumming in me makes me cum again. I drop the flatmate’s cock and scream out loud.

S: When I pull out, my flatmate quickly takes my place. He nails you hard.

S: He fucks you from behind for a few more minutes until he comes.

E: I’m sure I came again while he fucked me. Even though I’d never met the guy before.

S: He then pulls out, puts his cock back in his pants, and retreats to his room without saying a word.

S: As you collapse on the sofa I pick you up and carry you to my bedroom. I have a double bed.

S: I help you undress, then move in next to you, and we quickly fall asleep.

E: Wow, that was hot. The idea of being taken by two men, while I can’t stop them, it really turns me on.

S: Are you wet now?

E: LOL that’s an understatement. My panties are soaked. I think I’m going to log off, take my favourite toy, and head off to bed. Thinking about what we may do the next morning.

E: With or without flatmate.

S: Do take your computer, describe to me what you’re doing there as you do it, and what you’re thinking of.

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