Trask's side of the tale

14 September, 2073
Det. Percival DeMoss
Kingston Constable's Office, Main Branch

Suspect: Francis Trask
Suspected Crime: Aggr. Sodomy with a Weapon, 1st degree (one count), Coercive Defloration with a Weapon, 2nd degree, possession of unregistered Aether pistol (one count)

Detective's notes: The scene was as described by witness #1 (Wayland P. Singh, see record *32002 for full account), victim #1, and victim #2 (statement inadmissible due to intoxication). Evidence was still at the scene, including primary evidence A, the pistol, and B, bodily fluids consistent with charges. Suspect was highly agitated, and demanded his attorney. I was told to proceed with questioning until the attorney arrived. The account that follows is therefore a preliminary deposition and inadmissible as evidence.

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Trask: We really gotta go through this dog and pony show again?

Det: Tell us what happened, Mr Trask. It sounds like you've had a rough day.

Trask: Not without a lawyer. I want to press charges on all of them.

Det: First off, this isn't America, so you might as well forget about that lawyer nonsense. Your statement here will determine if a full investigation will take place, so I suggest you choose your words carefully. Just take us from the beginning to the time of arrest.

Trask: You know who my uncle is, don't you? You'll all be investigating goat theft in the Falklands by the time he's done with you.

Det: We are well aware of that, but you must understand our position. You were caught in the act, and don't deny performing it, in possession of the weapon. So lets have a little, informal chat about that and see what we can do.

Trask: Fine! Fine! I was hired by Sir Richard Vandermeer to escort his daughter whilst he conducted business around town. I've done that sort of work in the past, and have a stellar reputation for ensuring that the young lass's make it through our rather dangerous little corner of the Empire without harassment. I retrieved Miss Vandermeer from Somatrain Line B from the Kingston Station around 6...

Det: That is local time?

Trask: Local? No, you hillbilly. London Standard, so about noon local. Anyway, I retrieve her and plan the itinerary with her father, who informs me he'll only be away for a couple of hours. I figured the best thing to do then is show the girl some of our local flora and fauna. I directed the driver to take Quarry Road through the Lumawood forest. Out of towners always enjoy the scenery.

It wasn't ten minutes into it when this tart starts asking me about my my military service, which you may want to look into as to the nature of my character.

Det: Three years as a conscript guarding a bananpod freighter, no commendations. One year, Royal Infantry, received a Distinguished Gallantry Cross for actions during the Siege of Seattle, one disciplinary note for unauthorized Pillage and Rapine with loss of rank, honorable discharge after combat injury, 2064. Did I miss anything?

Trask. Dammit. That was supposed to be expunged. No, you didn't miss anything. So anyway, she starts asking me about my scars. I'm used to this, so I start to explain how and where I got my little roadmap of glory carved all over my body for King and Cosmos. I can tell by the way she is looking at me that she's getting a little excited about it. She starts tracing them with her fingers, and before I know it she's at my buttons. You've seen the girl, and if you ask around I'm willing to bet she's got a bit of a reputation with the way she was acting toward a total stranger.

Sensing that this was going to get me in trouble with my employer, I decide that we should go back to the hotel for a bit to eat and to cool the blood. We aren't in the room for more than a minute and she's slipping out of her knickers. I attempt to stop her, and inform her that I was an honorable man and wouldn't be a part of this. She's standing there, not a stitch of clothes on, between me and the door. She reaches into her handbag, and produced the pistol.

Det: Wait, so you are going to stand by that? Our records show that pistol has been used locally in a dozen crimes. How do you suppose she acquired it so quickly, and without your knowledge, right off the train?

Trask: You said this wasn't official.

Det: Of course. Proceed.

Trask: So she's standing there, her hair all up and little cherry bud nipples hard as diamonds. She has a wicked smile on her pretty face, and tells me to present arms and stand at attention; that she wanted to get back at her Pops for taking her on this trip. Seeing no alternative, I fish it out, that would be my prick for your records, and try to see how I'm going to get out of this. Can't just hit her like I would a yankee, so I see no choice but let her have a bit of fun before I can get her pistol away from her.

She starts sauntering up to me, the pistol in front of her. She tells me to put my hands behind my head, and to sit in the chair. I comply, thinking about which disarm I'll be using, when the tart blindfolds me! Now, I can't very well fight what I can't see, so...

Det: so she blindfolded you while also somehow holding the pistol. Got it.

Trask: Listen, if you keep interrupting me, you can smack me around all you want and I won't say another peep till my lawyer, or should I say lawyers, get here from the Company. No response? Good. So she blindfolded me and then I feel something soft around one of my wrists. She ties them together, and then to the back of the chair. Now I'm good and helpless.

Not going to lie, she has a nice, warm mouth. Not sure how long she sucked it, but boy oh boy can she get those inches in. Really skilled tongue too. Likes to go deep quite a lot. Won't be surprised if her throat is a bit sore. Anyway, so once she's done sliding her tongue all over it and sucking it good and hard, the little hussy straddles me. I feel her grab my prick, but can't see or do anything cause of the blindfold and restraints, you see.

She started lowering herself onto it, saying stuff like how she's worried it being so big but that she wants a real man to make her a woman. I feel her wetness rubbing up and down my rod before she lines herself up. She dropped on it so fast and hard, that she screamed in pain. That's what that was if anyone asks if they heard anything. Now, she was tight alright, especially around my trouser hose. It takes her a bit to get worked up into a rhythm, and I'll be honest once it was done I figured I might as well sit back and enjoy myself. Its not a crime to make love to a woman, even a virgin.

So I tell her now that its done I might as well do it properly. I was in a sorry situation, but I was trying to make the best of it. She unties me, and slips the blindfold. If you could see the whorish lust in her eyes, you'd let me go this instant. Anyway, so I pick her up and take her to the bed, and give her a real, proper shafting. Face down in the pillows type of dicking. I figure I'd already lost Mr Vandermeer as a client for this, so why not?

Well, we are rocking the bed hard and fast enough to make splinters, and I, being free of disease and infertile, just unload in her. Just cum like a firehose, all in there, see. Next thing I know, she's crying about how she can't afford to have a child out of wedlock, and in a very womanly display of emotions grabs the pistol and starts waving it around. I barely have time to put my meatstick back in the fridge before she pops a shot off at me! My combat skills allow me to almost telepathically know where the shot is going to go, so I dodge out of the way, adding another scar to my growing collection. She runs out, hysterical as to what her father will think having a child by a lowly chaperone. I found her in the Aetherworks with the intent of pressing charges.

Det: Which brings us to victim number two, Miss Clara Hughes.

Trask: Victim! Ha! She's a clever one, I'll give her that.