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Chapter 2
I woke to the sounds of a tray being placed somewhere in the room and the smell of coffee. Joanna’s voice drifted into my still sleepy head a few times before I opened my eyes to see her concerned face looking down at me. “Hey there Abby, sorry to have to wake you, but some detectives are coming around soon.” For a moment I couldn’t work out why that would concern me and then the memory of what had happened last night came back to me. Moaning, I moved to sit up, my sore muscles another reminder of the events of the night before.
“Here, have a drink and it should help to clear your head a bit.” I took a sip of the strong coffee, each sip helping to wake me up a bit more. The food was wonderful and before I knew it, the tray was empty. I looked over at my clock and was surprised to see it was early afternoon. “We thought it best to let you sleep after your ordeal. So you feel ok to have a shower by yourself or do you want me to help you?” For just slightest moment there was a gleam in her eyes but then it faded and I decided I must have been imagining things.
“Thanks, but I think I will be fine.” She left me to shower and dress, the doorbell ringing as I walked into the lounge room. Joanna was just showing the two detectives into the room and Marty was standing behind the couch. I hesitated, the memory of the masked man standing over me sitting on the same couch coming unbidden into my mind.
“Abby, this is Detective Ryan and his partner Detective Jones. They want to ask you what happened last night, but if you aren’t up to it yet, just say so.” I looked at their faces and knew I would have to do it sometime, so I might as well get it over with.
“Now is ok but I don’t know how much help I will be.” I sat down on one of the chairs around the dining table and everyone moved to join me. Detective Jones pulled out a notebook and pen, while the other one looked up at me, his eyes piercing.
“Now Abby, though it may be hard, I need you to tell me everything that happened last night.” I started to tell them about what time I had come home and about seeing something behind the car. When I got to the part where he grabbed me, Detective Ryan interrupted me with a question.
“You say he had you around the neck? Did you notice if he was already aroused?” I was surprised at first, wondering what his question had to do with anything, but then assumed he must have a reason. I had to think back and tried to recall if he had been or not.
“Um, I’m not sure?” I still thought it was a strange question but was doing my best to think try to think of if he had been aroused or not.
“Surely if he was holding you so close, you would have noticed?” Again I thought it was strange he needed to know, but as no one else was reacting to the question, I guessed I was just being overly sensitive.
“No, wait maybe he was.” He let it go and I continued with my story, only being stopped when I got to the part about him playing with himself while I was made to strip.
“Tell me, what size was his cock?” I paused, my mouth open, again surprised by his question. Like before, no one else thought it strange, so I answered him.
“It must have been about 6 or 7 inches in length.” I thought I noticed a glance between Joanna and Marty but couldn’t be sure.
“And thickness, how thick would you say it was.” That was harder to say, my mind having to try to picture it.
“Not sure exactly, but he was just able to make his fingers meet around it.” I reached for the glass of water on the table, the memory of his hand rubbing up and down his penis making my throat dry
“Ok, so this jerking off, was it fast or slow?”
“Slow.” He let me continue until I got to him pushing in the vibrator, which Joanna had placed on the table a few minutes earlier. Looking at it, I could almost feel it in me again and had to suppress a moan.
“You said he was able to push it in without any pain. Why was that do you think?” This time I was sure he had gone too far, but like before there were no reactions. Sighing, I tried to think of the least embarrassing way to answer him.
“I.. I guess my body was reacting to what he was doing.” I had to look down, sure my face was red, and was pleased when Joanna gripped my hand and gave it a squeeze of support.
“So, you were enjoying what he was doing?”
“Hey, what had that got to do with anything?” I just couldn’t help myself.
“Sorry Miss, but the more we know about what happened the more chance we have of catching him.”
Detective Jones spoke for the first time. “Maybe we can leave that question, Sir?” Her comment earned her a fierce glance and she looked down again. I wondered what kind of a working relationship they had, certainly he was in charge.
However, he did let me move on, my heart racing with the thought of telling them about my multiple orgasms. I thought they were satisfied as I got to the part about hearing Joanna and Marty get home, but it was not to be.
“So, you didn’t take long to have your first orgasm? Tell me about it?” That was just too personal and I burst into tears.
“Detective, surely that has nothing to do with finding the culprit and I think she has had enough for one day!” Joanna stood me up and led me back to my room, staying with me until we heard the front door close.
Marty stood in the doorway, looking a bit embarrassed. I had told the detectives that the guy was built much like Marty, but with blonde hair and very green eyes, whereas Marty had deep brown eyes and a mess of curly, dark hair. “They are gone now. I have a good mind to ring their supervisor and tell them, but it won’t change anything, I suppose.” I looked at my friends, grateful to have them here to support me.
“We just feel so guilty, after all it was us the creep was after, though we still have no idea why.” Joanna looked like she was about to cry and I hugged her tight, both for her and for me. I was still upset and it wasn’t long before I was sobbing into her shoulder.
Marty moved to sit beside me and as I broke off the hug, he brought his arm around my shoulder, the sudden movement making me jump. “Oh god Abby, I am so sorry. I should have realised you would still be nervous.” Nervous was an understatement, after the detective’s visit, I was a mess. Joanna went to get something, leaving me alone with Marty.
He just looked at his hands and this time it was me who felt sorry for him. “Marty, I know you were just trying to help me, no harm done ok?” He smiled and looked up at me, just as Joanna came in with some tablets in her hand.
“Abby, I know you don’t really like pills but I think it would be a good idea to take some and get some more sleep. They are not too strong and will not leave you with a headache. Here, take them now and I am sure you will feel much better when you wake up.”
I hesitated only a moment, before taking the pills, knowing I would only relive the whole thing again and again if I didn’t. It didn’t take long for the pills to take effect and I was only vaguely aware of my shoes coming off and being lowered onto the bed before darkness embraced me.
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