Friday, December 13, 2019

Does Long Distance Even Work? (Fucking My Dorm Mate)

I'm Hunter and I'm 18, just about to finish off my freshman year in college. So, to give some background on this story that happened earlier in the year, I had one girlfriend, Elizabeth all throughout senior high. We both grew up in Texas, but when it came time to pick colleges, she steered towards the more private, exclusive schools. To be honest, my grades weren't as good as hers, so I ended up enrolling in U North Texas, while she got into Rice University. Now, Rice is in Houston, about five hours away from Denton where my school was. So at the end of high school, me and Liz both decided to try long distance. Seeing as how a five hour trip would be unlikely for me to do more than once or twice a semester, especially since I don't have a car. Liz has a car but she always insisted she would be far too busy studying to make the trip. And, I was okay with that, I knew Rice was a hard school.

The first few weeks of our semester were fine, we talked on Skype and texted throughout the day. But, slowly she kind of fell off as the term progressed, sometimes going two or three days without texting. I just chalked it up to her really studying and trying to achieve the high grades she did when we were in school. But, it's not like temptations didn't exist for me. I basically had been jacking off every other day, because me and Liz used to fuck several times a week. It got even worse when I met this girl Brooke at a dorm party, she was one of the coolest girls I knew. It was almost like she was the opposite of Liz. She was a photography major, she loved to smoke weed like me, she liked all my music, she worked part time to make her own money and even worse, she lived two floors above me, not five hours away. Brooke was also incredibly cute, she was a few inches shorter than me, black, had thick, curly hair and had small tits but a big ass. After hanging out with Brooke a few times, getting high and talking, the times I jerked off I would think less about Liz and more about her.

And it's not like they were just fantasies either, Brooke did small things like complimenting my looks, telling me how smart I was (immediately knew that shit was a lie) and "falling asleep" on me while we were high. When I cheated on Liz with her, it was a Friday night and all our friends went to a party at some random fraternity house, there was a big football game the next day so everyone was out. We all had gotten stoned before leaving the dorm and drank a little heavily at the party. Out of nowhere Liz pulled us all outside, one by one and started handing out these little pieces of colorful paper.

"Brooke is this-"

"YUP." she beamed, cutting me off. "Acid. Put it under your tongue for a while then swallow."

I stared at the tab while everyone else started slipping it under the tongue, but Brooke kept assuring me I'd have a nice night if I just blocked out negative thoughts. So, I took it. She seemed unusually happy for me to join in on it with her.This shit did not take long, I think about twenty minutes passed before I started seeing colors and little deceiving shapes and hallucinations out the corner of my eye. The colored lights in the frat house started changing every few minutes, and dancing with Brooke made me way more sensitive than I intended. I went outside to breathe and stare at the sky, calming myself. I ended up sitting on the grass for nearly an hour, getting lost staring at the people walking past me changing shapes.

After a little while, Brooke was brought outside by her roommate, Stacey and handed to me. She was fine, just seemed really tripped out, with her eyes big and staring around at everything.

"I met a guy and I'm gonna go with him for a bit. Take her back to the room." Stacey said, leaving us. She seemed less tripped out than Brooke which was surprising. I could swear I heard her say something with the word fun in it as she left, but I was too lost to even ask her to say it again.

"Oooh, shit, okay." I said, wobbly and standing. I still felt pretty fucked up. "C'mon, you alien." I grabbed her arms and pulled her up.

"I'm nooottttt." she droned, standing with me slowly and walking.The entire walk she was still looking around, but occasionally glancing at me for short periods.

"What?" I asked, when she looked for the fifth time.

"How big is your dick?" She asked casually, looking at me intently for the answer. I stopped walking completely and stared at her, trying to make sure the LSD wasn't fucking with me.

"What?" I blinked.

"Hoowww. Big. Is. Youurr. Diickk." she said it slow and pronounced every word as if she was trying to get me to understand another language.I started walking again, motioning for her to follow. Just her asking that made my dick hard. My heart started beating against my chest and I was trying to fight myself to not engage her, it was gonna get too close. "I dunno..."

"That means it's biiigg." she laughed, running ahead of me. I had no idea what to say.

I followed behind, just trying to make sure she got into her room safe. Eventually we got to her door at the far end of the hall and she fumbled with her keys for what felt like a decade.

"Give em here." I reached for her keys and she handed them to me but held arm. Brooke made direct eye contact with me and basically had this vice grip on my hand with the keys in it. She leaned into my face and I snapped it back in reaction, meaning she basically yanked my face back and jumped on me. I grabbed her body, trying to steady my balance and we fell back against the wall opposite her door. Her mouth crashed onto mine and she immediately stuck her tongue in my mouth.

"Mmph." she moaned in my mouth and smacked against my lips. Some of her mint lip gloss smeared onto my mouth.My dick throbbed against my pants and I won't lie the acid, beer, weed and the fact that I had been jerking off to this girl for weeks made me kiss her back for a few seconds. Which, she took as a sign to wrap her legs around me more and press her chest against me. I pulled away my mouth and for a minute and froze. Looking at her, I could see each strand of her hair wiggling vigorously like all my focus should be on her.

"Brooke-"

"You can fuck my throat."Jesus Christ, my mind went fucking reeling and I stared at her.

"WHAT?" At this point I felt like I could fucking hear colors and it's like all the colors around me shattered loud.

"That means I don't have a gag reflex." she said that, breathing hot air onto my face before she kissed me again. My cock twitched hard when she said that.I pulled my mouth away, turning towards her door, but she wouldn't let go of me.

"Br-Brooke stop, go in your room." I started messing with her keys now, trying to shove them in the lock. We fell hard against her door."Yeah, let's go in my room, Stacey is gonna be gone all night." She kissed and licked my neck. Why the fuck was it so hard to put these keys in. It seemed as if the lock was moving away from my hand.

"Noooo. I mean you have to GO. I have a girlfriend." I jammed the right key in and managed to unlock the door, shoving it open so hard it hit the wall next to it. "You know that." She reached behind us and pushed the door closed and I kept panicking. We were in the dark of her room and this was getting bad.

"I know you hate each other a little." She laughed. That wasn't necessarily true, I didn't hate Liz. She just was annoying me lately. We barely talked and when we did, she was lecturing me. Saying I had to keep my grades up and "stay off of drugs" like she wasn't in college herself.

I tried tossing Brooke on her bed so I could leave, but she was holding me so tight against her that I just fell partially on top of her, dropping her keys on the floor in the process. At least this got her to release her legs from around me. I sat up quick.

"Let me see." she flipped on her stomach and started reaching for my pants. The girl couldn't put her keys in the door but loosened my belt in two seconds flat.

"I can't-really." I yanked her hands off and tried to get off the bed, but she sat up and pulled my pants and briefs further down, letting my dick out. I was really fucking hard, my 9 inch cock hit her in the face and that slight stimulation made me shudder. She grabbed at it and I watched her lick her lips ready to put it in her mouth. "Brooke we're really drunk." I grabbed her face and lifted it up. "And high as shit. Like I deadass can smell the hairs on my legs moving, we gotta stop." Her face felt unusually soft in my hand, which made me stop and hold it for a bit.

Brooke sat up with me and pushed me back onto her bed, laying me down. I couldn't see the look on her face in the dark but I could tell she was smirking. She licked the precum off my dick then kissed it slow, sliding her tongue out and under the shaft. "Brooke." I groaned, grabbing my own hair. She sucked on the tip painfully slow and held my balls gently. She started bobbing her head down and back up wetting my cock in sections. Eventually she got all the way down and watched for my reaction while she got my dick to fit in her throat. She pulled it all the way out and did it again, shimmying her mouth down so it could fit deeper. I hissed and stared at her hard through the darkness, watching her do it again, this time I unintentionally thrusted up a bit in her mouth and expected her to gag. She didn't. Instead, she grabbed my hand and put it on the top of her curly head. I looked at her confused for a bit until she went back down again. I on instinct grabbed her hair and pushed her head down, making her throat my cock. She came up to breathe for a few seconds then let me push her head all the way back down again. This just turned into me fucking her throat pretty aggressively and I could feel my abdomen getting hot as I got ready to cum already. "Oh Holy shit. Brooke, fuck. Oh my God. Awh, fuck-fuck-" I felt like I went deaf while my eyes crossed hard and I pumped all my nut down her throat, my body spasming hard. "Awwhh fuck."

Brooke swallowed everything, sucking it all out. I laid there still for a bit afterwards, my eyes closed. I could feel her moving around on the bed a bit but I was so high off of everything and the orgasm I wasn't really paying attention. Until I felt my shoes being yanked off and my pants being pulled.

"We should stop now this is too far." I didn't even say that very loud, I wanted her pussy so badly at this point, it sounded like bullshit coming from my me. My dick was still rock hard because I hadn't jacked off for a day or two. I reached up to make a weak attempt to stop her, but just felt her bare skin, she managed to undress herself and me."It can't only be you who gets off." she giggled and spread her legs on either side of me, hovering above my dick. I felt her grabbing my cock and prodding her pussy with it, rubbing my head it up and down between her wet pussy lips. Just her being that ready for me made me turned on and I twitched in her hand.

"Fuuuck." we both moaned while she slid her way down my dick, stopping about half the way.I looked up at her for a second and was about to open my mouth to say something but she slammed herself down on my dick. "Hunter, ooh." she moaned and lifted back up to bounce on it again. She started quickly ramming her pussy with my cock, bouncing up and down and making her bed creak and rock.Brooke's pussy felt like a fucking suction cup, gripping me, wet and dripping on my lower abdomen. "Brooke, fuck." I moaned while I grabbed her waist lightly. It didn't even feel like she needed much help because she kept the same speed she started at, fucking me fast and hard. I thrusted up into her a bit but it felt better to just let her ride it how she wanted, and she was so fucking good at it. "Your dick is so fucking big." she moaned at me. "Oh, God that's so good Hunter. Fuck."

My cock twitched hearing her moan like that and obviously she liked it, squeezing me with her pussy a bit. "Awh, fuck this pussy is so tight." I felt like I would cum again only after a few more seconds of this and I didn't want to. I sat up and pulled her body up and off me, then slid her underneath me and onto her back. "Yeah, come fuck me." she moaned. I lowered myself down and opened her legs to eat her pussy first, trying not to cum. "AH" she made the sweetest noise while I licked and kiss her clit. I spread my tongue flat and ran it over her to the top of her clit then back down. She grabbed a handful of my hair and arched her back while I licked all over the spot. "Awh fuck don't make me cum like this I want your dick in me." I lifted my head up, with a thread of spit connecting my mouth and her pussy to open her legs wider. I slid my cock in her and my eyes nearly rolled back at the first stroke, it's like she felt even tighter now. I kissed her, sliding my tongue in her mouth and she grabbed my face, tasting her own pussy juice. She moaned in my mouth and her hips moved against mine. "Unnh." we moaned at the same time again, muffled in each other's mouths. Our lips smacked together before I pulled away and kissed and sucked her neck.

I sat up and held her legs down to fuck her. My cock twitched hard again to see she was slightly flexible, so her legs gave very little resistance. I started pumping my dick in and out her cunt, making her bed creak louder than it did earlier. She kept moaning my name repeatedly and cussing while she grabbed at my lower back, trying to get even more in her. "Holy shit, Brooke." I started going faster, feeling my abdomen heat up again. Over the sound of her bed squeaking, her moans and my panting I suddenly could hear my cellphone ringing from the floor in my pants pocket. I slowed my pace slightly and Brooke practically screamed.

"Ah, fuck Hunter don't stop. Don't answer it baby I'm gonna cum. Don't stop." I could definitely feel her pussy gripping me tighter, sucking me in and beckoning me to go faster. So, I did, and this picked up pace pretty much drowned out the cellphone noise until I couldn't hear it anymore. Either, because it stopped or I was fucking this girl so intensely I blocked it out. All my attention was to her while she writhed and squirmed underneath me."Yes, yes, just like that." she moaned louder, letting me know she was close.

"Yeah you like that?"

"Yes, fuck, baby."

As I got closer to cumming it suddenly occurred to me I wasn't wearing a condom. "Brooke, fuck we forgot the condom." I hissed, trying to fight myself to slow my pace or pull out. "Ahh fuck we gotta stop where am I gonn-"

"Unhh, just cum in me." she dug her nails into my lower back. "Please don't stop."

I felt like the LSD was fucking with my brain again. "Where-"

"Awh, fuck, fuck right there Hunter. Right there, just like tha-AH-FUCK." Her pussy gripped me hard and her whole body contorted and bent back, opening her legs more. I could tell she was cumming hard and this made my eyes roll back again.

"Broookee, fuuuck. FUCK." I started slamming into her pussy hard with my eyes shut tight, biting my lip and my abdomen twitching and flexing repeatedly. At this point it sounded like her bed frame was slamming against the wall.

"Yeah, baby cum in my pussy." Her pussy clenched and flexed around me, pumping my nut out in her.

"Fuuuh-Fuck." I gave one last hard stroke and felt like I'd nearly pass out. I shuddered for a bit and pulled my cock out, feeling a slight resistance. I swore I heard a little pop while I pulling out and stroked my wet dick to get out whatever didn't go in her. "Shiit.." I fell onto the side of her into her pillow and sighed, exhausted and drained. I laid partially in her arms.

"That was goood.." Brooke cooed. "I'll get Plan B tomorrow." That was the last thing I heard that allowed me to fully relax and pass out.

I woke up the next morning still in Brooke's bed and still completely naked, but under her covers. I glanced to the side of me and around the room but she wasn't anywhere to be found. I sighed and closed my eyes a little, almost ready to fall back asleep when my loud ringtone made me jump.

"Fuck." I sat up, looking around the bed at first, then on the nightstand but zeroed in on my pants neatly folder on Brooke's desk chair. I got out from under the covers and picked it up. "Shhhhit." It was Liz. I picked it up, pressed speaker and grabbed my briefs to slide them on. "Hey-HI. What's up."

"Hi, how was your night."

It felt like my stomach dropped about twenty feet below me when she asked that. "Good-fine, frat parties and stuff."

"Yeah you must've passed out I tried calling you like five times last night."

"YUP. Exactly what happ-yeah.." I stuttered. Right then Brooke burst into the room holding two brown paper bags. I stuck both my hands out and as quietly as I could urged her to be quiet. She stopped, looked down at my phone and nodded.

"What?" Liz asked.

"Nothing-nothing, remember my roommate Mike? He just left."

"Oh. Well I wanted to talk."

"About...?" I glanced at Brooke casually just setting down the bags and pulling out bagels.

"You met any girls you liked? Or anything?" I swear to God my voice got caught in my throat when she said that and Brooke just turned and wheezed in amusement, sitting at her desk.

"Uhhh....just friends. Why?"

"Well.....I met a guy."

"A guy....?" I said while Brooke mouthed the same thing at me, except she was smiling like she was delightfully surprised.

"Yeah he's a junior and an Art History major-"

"Never gonna get a job." I shushed Brooke quietly but she said that loud enough for Liz to hear, but not recognize as a female's voice.

"I'm Art history major too, Hunter. You don't have to be a dick."I sighed and pretended to choke Brooke before I turned back to the phone.

"Why'd you say guy like that, Liz?" I paused. "Yeah, Liz. Why?" Brooke copied me quietly, pretending like she was talking to the phone.

"Well...we got pretty close.."

I closed my eyes for a second. "So you fucked him. When." She went silent for a bit and I looked at Brooke again. "Elizabeth, c'mon. When?"

"I don't kno-I- maybe three months ago. It just happen-"

"Well, he only fucked me last night so I guess that's okay." Brooke spoke up loud and fast. My head snapped over to her and I stared.

"Jesus." I didn't even move, just looked back at my phone, cringing.

"Is that a girl?" Liz asked after what felt like a century. I put my hand over my mouth. "What the fuck did she say? HUNTER."

Brooke laughed and almost spat out a piece of her bagel. "Liiizzz. Lizzy baby, listen to me. You just admitted to cheating before Hunter, help me to see the issue here."

"For the love of God, Brooke stop."

"I don't think this any of your busi-"

"By the sound of it you've been fucking Art History guy consistently since the beginning of the semester. Give me one reason you should be mad at Hunter. You have my trusted assurance we didn't fuck until last night, and it was mostly because we were high as shit."

"Girl, FUCK YO-" I cut off Liz by hanging up.Immediately she called back and when Brooke reached to answer it I smacked her hand away and hit decline. Then the texts started, my phone vibrated recklessly. "I literally am gonna have to block her." I sighed while she laughed again. I bent over slightly and grabbed Brooke's face, kissing her hard. "Oh God I hate you." she smiled at me.

"She's not driving five hours to kill you it's fine." she said as I slid down on my knees and put my head on her lap. I could still hear my phone vibrating back to back. "I'm sure she'll tire herself out."

I buried my face into Brooke's lap. "It's gonna be such an awkward fucking Christmas." I bemoaned. She laughed again.



Submitted December 13, 2019 at 08:39PM by Adoreu2 https://ift.tt/2RNa2ab

I'm broke as hell but I do not regret it. I just need to vent...

I was the one who decided to divorce. Over the course of a year, her actions drained our savings, made us homeless, and drove me to the brink of ending it all. It took me 14 months of going from happy, a baby on the way, hopeful about the future to walking into a courthouse ready to end it.

The divorce took a year. She claimed to want to work things out, wanted us to sort through the damage. But in the end, she wanted money. She didn't want to work, that's the whole thing that drove us apart. We had agreed we would both work, it was the only way to have a kid. And when the time came, she quit her job the day she found out she was pregnant and remained unemployed for a year. No kid yet, she just didn't want to work anymore.

In 14 months, she drained 30,000 in savings. She got us kicked out of her own parents house. She travelled, by air, almost once a month for multiple month volunteer singing gigs to fund her narcissism. All paid for by our savings and the work I was still doing.

Before we got married, I got a windfall from my father's death. After we got married, I paid off 10k in her credit card debt, I bought us a car, and I put a huge chunk of it towards moving expenses cuz she wanted to live near her dad, who I now know is a convicted pedophile. Didn't have a second thought because she was my wife.

Once the divorce started, it was all about me never having my son and her getting compensation for our marital assets. The car I bought? She now wanted one too and wanted me to pay for it. The credit card debt I paid off? Refused to acknowledge it, it was just something I was supposed to do as her husband. The five-figure retirement fund I'd grown myself because she wanted all her money to go towards "her art" instead of savings? Well, now that I was keeping it she needed compensation.

The biggest joke of it all, I wanted more time with my son but that meant less child support for her, so she fought tooth and nail (part of which included kidnapping my son for the first six months to create grounds for majority custody cuz of bonding). I paid her just under a grand a month to care for our son, even with no divorce decree in place. I knew she wasn't working and my son needed to eat. In the end, I got a gradual step up to 50/50 custody in a year, but she'll get about $4k in the process.

Once the papers were signed and the decree filed, it all came to me paying her about 13,000 in addition to child support. I managed to avoid any alimony because of her just quitting her job, but all the assets and security I had built for our future came back to bite me in the ass. Just for the right to leave her. I laughed when I saw the number. She had ruined our son's future, destroyed our relationship, and now to get out and give my son a better life, I was going to pay her.

About half of my pay every month goes to her. I'm eating ramen noodles. I'm sitting at home more than ever before. My couple luxuries are my gym membership (which I only afford cuz my work pays for half of it) and the occasional $10 concert ticket to go see some music, my true happy place. I live with my mother because I can't afford even the dingiest of rentals, she is the only reason I can afford to raise my son right now. I'm in debt up to my eyeballs from lawyers fees and an attempt to go back to school for a higher paying job.

But he has a beautiful crib with a comfortable mattress and warm blanket. He snuggles with the toy rhino I bought him from the hospital gift store. He has delicious food at every meal and snacks to munch on. He has toys to play with and an awesome kid's tool kit coming for Christmas. He goes to an amazing daycare every week now that my ex is forced to work to support herself. I'm getting training to enter a higher paying job that will take care of everything in his future. I've met a wonderful new partner with a kid of her own and we love each other because of our shared devotion to a better life for our kids. In a year, I'll have my son 50/50 and our relationship will blossom.

I'm broke, I'm struggling, I'm anxious, and I'm scared. But I wouldn't trade it for anything because I know in the end, it'll all be okay. My son will be an amazing man.

tl;dr I had to pay for the right to leave my wife and give a better life to my son. I'm broke, living with my mother, and just scraping by. But my son is happy and that's all I need. Life is gonna be grand.



Submitted December 13, 2019 at 08:16PM by mysecrettales https://ift.tt/2rzzfKQ

David Parker Ray: The Toy Box Killer (Documentary) [PART 1] - My almost 2-month research into his crimes and the missing / unknown victims. (1950's -1999 / his capture)

Reposting after removed by mods. Reposted with permission (proof). Thank you mods of r/UnresolvedMysteries!

[FULL VIDEO] David Parker Ray: The Toy Box Killer (Documentary) [49:27]

(Please give it a watch, I worked incredibly hard on it!)

[UPDATE!] Post-documentary video podcast with TONS of additional information I couldn't include in the documentary and this post. Please watch after reading / watching the documentary I put together because most of the context won't make sense unless you've seen the documentary!

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO REPORTED THIS POST THE FIRST TIME:

I was told that the reason the post was removed was because since David Parker Ray was "caught", this mystery is "solved".

I cannot disagree more with that.

He may have gotten "caught" but he was only charged and convicted with kidnapping. There are dozens and dozens of women alive today who have KNOW IDEA THAT THEY WERE EVEN VICTIMS OF HIM and if you read this post, you'll understand why. There are also countless unsolved murders committed by not only him and his accomplices, but they have never been able to find any of the 60 bodies that police exist in the aftermath of this case. There are seriously so many unresolved mysteries associated with this case, that I had a hard time picking the right flair to post this under. Unresolved Murder? Unresolved Crime? Unresolved Disappearance? Other? All of them fit, but none of them can properly categorize the sheer magnitude of unresolved mysteries surrounding David Parker Ray, his "Toy Box", and his accomplices.

So... the Unresolved Mysteries (not just one!) associated with this case include:

  • How many murders were actually committed?
  • Where are ANY of the bodies?
  • Did Jesse Ray murder Jill Troia?
  • Was Kenneth Lane's death really a suicide or was it a murder? Was it Roy Yancy? Jesse Ray? Both? Neither?
  • How many victims are alive today and have no idea that they are victims? Dozens of women were kidnapped, tortured, raped, and drugged / brainwashed to cause them to forget the entire ordeal they went through in David Parker Ray's "Toy Box".
  • Did David Parker Ray murder Billy Bowers?
  • Many other mysteries, which are listed at the end of [PART 2] of this post under lists of possible torture victims and murder victims.

[DISCLAIMER] This post is a formatted version of the script in the documentary. I hope you’ll take the time to view the content I created if you enjoy this post :)

Other mysteries I've tackled in /r/UnresolvedMysteries:

  • "My Rose" - The YouTube channel I referred to the FBI (video only, post was removed) It's a WILD ride.
  • The Mystery of Room 322 at Hotel Zaza - (post) (video)
  • Kidnapped by a Serial Killer - The Heather Tiffany Robinson Story - (post) (video)

INTRO (0:00)

“Hello there, bitch… I’m going to tell you in detail why you have been kidnapped, what’s going to happen to you… you are obviously here against your will. You’re going to be kept chained in a variety of different positions, usually with your legs or knees forced wide apart. You will be raped thoroughly and repeatedly in every hole you’ve got. [Laughs] You’re gonna be drugged up real heavy with a combination of sodium pentothal and phenobarbital. You’re not gonna remember a fuckin’ thing about this little adventure, or what has happened to you…”

-An excerpt from David Parker Ray’s 45-minute orientation tape he played for his victims.

Elephant Butte, NM… a quiet retirement community 2 hours north of the Mexican border. Only about 700 households… nothing ever happens here. You know your neighbor, and everyone else in town, and they know you. You get up, you go to work, you see the same people, see the same places, day after day. It’s the kind of town so small and quiet, it’s not uncommon for people to leave their homes unlocked. With an average income of $30k / year, it’s not like you have anything worth stealing anyway.

The idea of anything out of the ordinary or newsworthy happening in this town is pretty much inconceivable. Other than a few troublesome kids now and then getting into mischief, nobody really ever has anything to worry about.

THE ESCAPE (2:18)

(Artwork for this section by Theresa Donhauser. So happy with what he came up with for this!!!)

March 12, 1999. 22-year old Cynthia Virgil Jaramillo is running for her life down a dirt road. Covered in blood, wearing nothing… except for a metal choker collar padlocked to her neck like an escaped animal. Running for her life, her attacker hot on her trail, she desperately tried to orientate herself, shaking off the numerous amount of forced drugs in her system designed to make her delirious, forgetful...compliant. She had no idea where she was, what day it was, where she could go… Had it been a couple days? A week? She could only guess how much time had past since she had been taken captive. With no idea where she was, she only that she had to get away. And the danger was closing in on her fast. Finally, a trailer, a sign of civilization! She had no idea if it was safe, only knowing that the alternative was far worse. She had to try.

She barged in to the trailer, the homeowner startled and shocked at the bloody, bruised, and panicked naked woman barging uninvited into their home. It was immediately apparent that she was in trouble. Cynthia begged and pleaded with them to keep her safe. Crying and pleading in hysterics as she tried to explain what had just happened to her,she collapsed on their floor and fell unconscious. What had she been through? The home owner called the police who promptly came and rescued her, and arrested a man by the name of David Parker Ray - a man that they would soon learn would be the stuff of nightmares even seasoned investigators would have a hard time coping with.

EARLY LIFE (4:19)

David Parker Ray (1955 yearbook photo) was a troubled man from the start. He was raised by his grandparents after his violent, severely alcoholic, and abusive father Cecil left the family and moved to Albuquerque. His mother Nettie couldn’t handle the stress of raising 10-year-old David and 8-year-old Peggie, so she dropped them off with their paternal grandparents and moved back in with her own family. The children rarely saw their own parents ever again, and neither their mother or father had any apparent bond with their children thereafter.

David’s grandfather raised them in an oppressively strict Christian Fundamentalist environment. Misbehavior of any kind was met with violent beatings. A friend of David’s would later describe his terror of his friend David’s grandfather, saying,

“His grandfather was very very strict. He came from the old school where you had to be tough to survive. If his grandfather wanted David to do something, he’d jump. Maybe in today’s terms, he was abusive, but we called it being strict.”

Everywhere David went he was exposed to violence and bullying. His father tormented him and beat him, both his parents disposed of him, his oppressive grandfather beat him often and expected him to meet standards that hardly anyone could meet, and he was bullied and beaten at school mercilessly. He was a loner. Shy and reserved, and hardly opened up to anyone. He spent most of his time alone on his grandfather’s ranch.

The results of endless torment and beatings from everyone in his life had a profound influence on him and his development into puberty. His sister described finding lewd and violent pornographic images hidden in his room when he was 13. His taste for violence and bondage was early, and never left him. Not only did it never leave him, it grew.

According to multiple sources who knew him best, he boasted to the few people close to him that his first murder was as a very young teenager, where he abducted a woman at knifepoint, tied her to a tree, and tortured her to death.

Years went by as he became more deeply involved with sadomasochism and violence. He got married twice, and met his third wife at the age of 27 -- 18-year-old Glenda Burdine in 1966. They had a daughter named Glenda Jean Ray the following year, whose importance to this story cannot be overstated, and you’ll hear more about her later. 3 years after the birth of their daughter, David grew bored and left his family to join the hippie revolution in 1969. By this time, David, at the age of 30, was hitch-hiking across NM with a pretty blonde girl named Sally. They shacked up with the owner of a truck stop and his girlfriend. David’s now pregnant girlfriend Sally confided in the girlfriend of the truck stop owner that she had lost her virginity to David and that she was pregnant. Days later, Sally and all her possessions were gone. When they asked David where Sally was, he shrugged, saying that she was a “free spirit” and had decided to leave. As disturbed as they were about this behavior from Sally which they considered out-of-character after having gotten to know her, they had no reason to disbelieve David, and Sally was soon forgotten.

David shortly thereafter got bored of the hippie lifestyle, patched things up with his wife and moved back in with his family. Although he pretended to be the consummate father-figure, he was anything but -- getting deeper and deeper into the underground bondage scene. The years continued onward. Two more failed marriages, and David moved to the quiet community of Elephant Butte NM in the 80s, where he would take residence at 513 Bass Rd the remainder of his life.

ELEPHANT BUTTE (8:32)

The quiet sleepy town of Elephant Butte was the perfect place to hide a dark secret. A small retirement community of only about 700 homes, situated right on the shores of Elephant Butte Lake, an enormous reservoir of deep, opaque, algae-filled water. He spent most of the 80’s getting deeper and deeper into the bondage community, becoming exposed to habits and deviancy, and networked contacts that fueled his unbridled thirst for violence and torture.

His behavior became well-established, kidnapping women and young girls, torturing them for days to satisfy his deviant cravings, and then selling them into slavery in Mexico once he was done with them, conveniently only a 2 hour drive south from his new lair in Elephant Butte.

It’s worth noting that by 1984, he had begun boasting to his friends about his intimate knowledge about every square inch of Elephant Butte Lake, spending countless weekends there in his sailboat. He enjoyed water sports, boat parties, and fishing. Though the lake had several species of fish, it was best known for the yellow and flathead catfish that prowl its depths, reaching up to 80 lbs, and known for being voracious omnivores, eating anything and everything it comes in contact with, including the occasional meal of human remains.

David had a reputation of being a kind and gentle person, who was kind to animals and routinely found injured animals to nurse back to health -- a stark contrast to the darkness he secretly hid all his life. Friends who assumed he was speaking darkly hypothetical, recall him describing while on his boat the best places in the lake to hide a body. He described the need to cut them open to release outgassing, fill the cavity with stones, wrap them in chicken wire, and after dumping them in the lake, the catfish would take care of the rest. And the zero visibility and algae in the water meant that no one would ever find what the catfish didn’t take care of themselves.

JESSE (10:51)

David Ray’s daughter, Glenda Jean Ray, who went by the nickname Jesse, was the spitting image of her father, who she adored.

She rarely saw her father who was constantly traveling, working odd mechanical jobs. Growing up, she was exposed at a very young age to her father’s masochistic lifestyle, who did little to hide his deviancy from her. She grew up with not only a tolerance for it, but developed similar cravings and deviancy that she saw in her father.

She only recognized that there was a problem with her father at the age of 19, when she witnessed a bondage torture session with a prostitute that resulted in the woman screaming for her life, fleeing naked out of David Ray’s home in terror, never to return.

She filed a complaint with the FBI and gave a sworn complaint against her father. The astonished FBI agents listened as she told tale after tale of her deviant father kidnapping and torturing women, and later transporting them to Mexico, selling them all into sexual slavery.

After bringing then 46-year-old Ray in for questioning himself several times, not only did he not hide his behavior, he gleefully told them in graphic enthusiastic detail about his deviant lifestyle, telling them that he had been interested in bondage since the age of 13 and had been extremely active in the bondage community since the age of 28. Even telling the FBI agents that it was difficult for him to ejaculate until he thought of murder.

As shocking and deviant as his behavior was, there was no specific crime they could pinpoint. No victim they could identify. Although they had a near confession from him, they were forced to close the report without further action, leading to another 13 years of kidnappings, torture, and murder.

One of Jesse’s best friends told reporters years later:

“This is like the last time Jesse tried to break away, to say to her dad, [she saw this behavior and said] ‘No, this is wrong.’ She reported him, and then what happens? They didn’t do anything.”

It was indeed the first and only time Jesse cooperated with law enforcement about her father.

It’s believed that after this experience with the FBI, Jesse began to fully embrace who her father was, and he kept no secrets from her. People who knew them best described their relationship as close… uncomfortably close. Jesse gave birth to a daughter herself a few years later in 1990, denying all the constant rumors that the biological father was David Ray, her own father.

THE TOY BOX (13:44)

Emboldened by his brush with the FBI who had failed to pin him down for his decades of crimes, David Ray decided to push his deviancy and thirst for violence into a realm unseen before. An unparalleled mechanic and craftsman, Ray married his skills and passion for violence, torture, and unbridled deviancy into his magnum opus. A kind of laboratory where he could put his decades of experience into the art of pain into practice.

He purchased a 22-foot-long cargo trailer, hung up a hand-made sign inside that read “Satan’s Den”, and got to work. He installed an air conditioning unit to keep himself comfortable inside. The Toy Box, as he called it, would be a constant work in progress over the years. It’s estimated that he personally invested over $100,000 into it. It was escape-proof, sound-proof, with a reinforced frame and deadbolt lock (X-Ray image of the Toy Box and its contents). The ceilings and walls were adorned with unimaginable horrors - elaborate system of pulleys, gurneys, weights, pliers, clamps, whips, scalpels, chains, padlocks. Drawings and figurines of women in various methods of torture. Medical cabinets filled with syringes and chemicals. There was a coffin lined with ventilation holes and various rings to restrain his victims as he sealed them shut inside. And most horrifying of all, an actual medical-grade gynecological chair modified to restrain victims and position limbs as he saw fit, positioned in the center of the toy box like a throne of pain. Hooked up to the head and mid-section were electrodes that he attached to a generator used to electrocute various parts of their bodies, along with cattle prods and tasers.

In a move of absolute evil arrogance, he set up video recording equipment to film his dark crimes, installing monitors positioned so his victims would be forced to watch themselves as he inflicted unimaginable pain upon them. It’s believed he filmed every single session, selling the footage to his dark network of contacts in the underground bondage world, who had a high interest and were happy to pay top-dollar for the most extreme footage and even snuff films that he shot. His captive victims would be kept for days, sometimes up to 3 months in unimaginable conditions. Always careful to clean up and leave no trace of evidence, he made sure none of his victims could be identified in the footage. He kept them until he was bored with them. No one ever saw the inside of the Toy Box unless you were the victim of it, or a captor.

It always began the same way, and he never deviated from his time-tested methods. His victim was abducted from the road, a bar, or by luring a prostitute into his shabby RV. Violently beaten and shackled, he would take them back to 513 Bass Dr, keep them captive chained to the bed in his trailer as he inflicted unimaginable amounts of pain, and then days later, they would be blindfolded and brought to the Toy Box. When the blindfold was removed, they found themselves strapped to the gynecological chair, looking around they would see the various tools of torture, syringes, other items I’m too uncomfortable to hear myself say out loud, they would see David Ray hovering over them like a victorious predator. Then he would play the tape. His frequency of bringing new victims in led to him being tired of giving them the instructions himself, so he made a taped set of audio instructions. A kind of orientation to prepare his victims for the true nightmare to begin. It’s too long to paste in its entirety here, but you heard a part of the original audio of that tape at the beginning and I’ll leave a link to a pastebin post with the full transcript of what each of his victims heard before their nightmare began.

At the end of their captivity, they would be washed, thoroughly scraped of any DNA evidence, given the clothes they had come in after months of nakedness, and given a cocktail of powerful hallucinogenic drugs that made them forget the entire ordeal completely, unable to identify what had happened to them, or even explain to their loved ones why they hurt so badly all over or where they had been.

It’s impossible to know how many victims saw the horrors of the toy box, but years later, the FBI would find hundreds of tapes and photographs of his victims time inside. None would be identifiable. Except one. And it was all thanks to a blurry image of a tattoo. And this tattoo led them to one of the most important witnesses who helped convict David Ray.

The tattoo was blurry and hard to make out. After enhancing the video as best they could, they released an image of the tattoo. A woman named Kelli Van Cleave soon came forward recognizing her own tattoo. She had spent time in Elephant Butte and was missing 3 days of her life that she couldn’t account for, followed by severe bouts of depression, anxiety, and nightmares.

KELLI VAN CLEAVE (19:50)

In the summer of 1996 Kelli Van Cleave was a regular patron at a bar called Raymond’s Lounge in the nearby town of Truth or Consequences. A year earlier, a woman named Jill Troia disappeared and hadn’t been seen since after a bitter argument with Jesse Ray, David Ray’s daughter. It is now assumed, but never proven that Jesse was responsible for the disappearance.

Kelli was having a rough time in a new marriage she had rushed into and had become good friends with Jesse Ray, David’s daughter. One night after a particularly nasty fight with her brand new husband, she stormed out and headed to Raymond’s Lounge to drink and vent her frustrations. She talked to Jesse about her difficulties and had a single beer. Other patrons and friends of hers left and it was only her and Jesse. Feeling uneasy and disoriented from the drugs Jesse had slipped into her beer, she decided she needed to go home, but her ride had long since departed. Jesse offered her a place to stay at her father’s home in Elephant Butte and drove her there, where she was held at knife point, bound, and introduced to the Toy Box by Jesse and her father.

3 days later, David Ray drove her home to her in-laws, telling them he found her wandering the beach in a disoriented state. As he returned her, they were fuming, assuming she had gone off on some sort of drug binge. Her new husband annulled the marriage. He and his mother laid into her viciously, telling her how irresponsible she was for leaving for 3 days and not telling anyone. Confused, destitute, unable to account for the missing 3 days, the bleeding she was experiencing, and the injuries she couldn’t explain, she took the few belongings she had and left Elephant Butte.

3 years later, she was living in Colorado and remarried, but still suffering from the ordeal. Constant nightmares, depression, and an inability to be intimate with her new husband, or even allow him to see her uncovered. She was haunted by nightmares of being tortured and suspended in mid-air.

Through psychological counselling, she was able to piece together most of the ordeal she suffered over the course of 3 days in David Parker Ray’s toy box. She was hardly the first, and certainly not the last victim to experience the horrors she could now clearly see on the footage the FBI showed her of her helpless naked body being put through unthinkable trauma.

ROY YANCY (22:52)

The impressionable Roy Yancy was fresh out of the Navy in 1995. Clean cut, proper, considered quite a charmer with the ladies, returned home to Truth or Consequences. A far cry from the young man who, in the mid-eighties, ran with a group of friends who many in the town considered a satanic cult made up of high-school-aged renegades. They spent their time wrecking highly organized and unsettling havoc, sacrificing pets of neighbors, delivering messages with occultist satanic symbols to people they didn’t like, and all sorts of mischief considered by police at the time to be criminal acts. Through investigations at the time, the best lead that police got were continuous references to someone described as “an older man named David” who had recently moved to Elephant Butte a few years prior, but were never able to definitively confirm who this David was.

Fresh out of the Navy with a new determination to walk the straight and narrow, he couldn’t help getting back into his old ways after becoming friends with Jesse Ray. The two were considered inseparable by most who knew them. Although Roy was considered a decent person, he was highly impressionable, with a dark side that few saw. Jesse, who knew him best, nurtured this darkness over the course of their friendship. Jesse re-introduced him into the world of occult satanism which she had picked up from her father. It’s unclear if satanism was strongly held beliefs, or simply theatrics to compliment the copious amount of bondage and sadomasochism that she and her father practiced.

The two soon became friends with a man named Kenneth Lee Lane, a 43-year-old loner from Florida. A flamboyant gay man who was rumored to have a steady supply of drugs, Roy and Jesse visited them frequently. Neighbors described seeing Roy visit him especially often, leaving with a devious smile on his face. It’s unclear what really happened, but when police were called to do a welfare check on Kenneth Lee on New Years day in 1996, after neighbors complained of a foul smell coming from his apartment, they found his badly decomposed body in the front room. Splashes of blood were found all around along with black candles and pentagrams drawn on the table. Amazingly, Kenneth’s death was ruled a suicide by metallic poisoning when they found a doorknob lodged in his rectum and his stomach filled with screws and bolts. No charges have ever been filed.

In July 1997, the following year, a former girlfriend of his that he had at one time been extremely close with, Marie Parker, was in dire financial ruin. Homeless, she pitched a tent on the shores of Elephant Butte Lake, and dropped her children off with a friend. Deciding to make a run to score drugs, she agreed to meet with Jesse and Roy. She ended up at knifepoint in the backseat of David Parker Ray’s truck, driven by Jesse as Roy restrained his former lover in the back seat. According to Roy’s confession, they drove to David Ray’s home and she was introduced to the toy box. He claims he never went inside where Jesse and her Father kept Marie for 3 days. During that time, police organized a massive search and rescue operation in an effort to find Marie.

At the end of the 3 days, Jesse and her father told Roy they were done with her and that it was “time for her to go.” They then brought Roy inside the toy box. Roy claims he walked inside to find his naked and helpless ex-girlfriend Marie strapped to the gynecological chair. Jesse handed him a rope and said “you know what you have to do.” With so much police scrutiny into Marie’s disappearance, David and Jesse were going to take no chances with her being found after they got what they wanted from her. David started the video recorder and Roy approached Marie with the rope. He claims that as Jesse pointed a gun at him, he strangled Marie to death with the rope. The videotape was never found and it’s been hypothesized that David sold the tape as a snuff film like he had done many other times.

In Roy’s confession to police a few years later, he claims that he, Jesse, and David, wrapped her body in a blanket, drove to Monticello Canyon near Truth or Consequences, and tossed her body into the ravine, descending down with shovels to bury it under loose dirt under cover of darkness.

The following day, Roy and Jesse left town and went to stay with an acquaintance in Galveston TX. They stayed for an entire year, waiting for the disappearance of Marie Parker to blow over. Years later, Roy led police to the exact spot they buried her but she was nowhere to be found. Roy speculated that David Ray must have returned later and removed the body, depositing it elsewhere.

CINDY HENDY (28:21)

As if this dark cast of characters needed any more to make this strange story any more complex, that’s exactly what happened soon after Roy and Jesse returned to Truth or Consequences a year later. Returning to the local bar scene, they drank and partied hard, soon gaining the attention of a woman who had moved to town while they were away named Cindy Hendy. It was later discovered that Cindy was herself on the run from the law, moving down to Truth and Consequences to hide from police in Washington state. With a rap sheet dating all the way back to 1979 with felonies such as larceny, forgery, drugs, and fraud, she wasn’t about to go back to prison after trying to sell cocaine to an undercover cop.

In a strange three-way relationship dynamic, Cindy soon began dating both Jesse and Roy, occasionally using David Parker Ray’s trailer as a sort of love nest. Soon David became involved in the arrangement as well, throwing lewd free-for-all parties with everyone sharing everyone. Cindy was especially interested in the bondage scene and they enthusiastically introduced her to their own personal flavor of it. Except Cindy was not going to be a victim of it.

As time went on, she and David became much closer and the relationship between them became exclusive. Roy had since begun a relationship with a man named David Riviera, and Cindy did her best to become a dutiful housewife figure for David Ray, fixing him lavish meals, cleaning his house, and doing everything she could to get his affection towards her, trying to fight off the competition of another woman fighting for David Ray’s affection at the same time.

On Halloween of 1998, David Ray threw a party in his trailer, complete with alleged instances of black magic and witchcraft performed by Cindy who had been recently introduced to witchcraft by Roy Yancy. After a supposed black magic sacrifice to the devil, Cindy loudly announced her relationship with David Parker Ray to all the guests in attendance, which many found strange since she was openly also having a relationship with his daughter Jesse at the same time.

Cindy and David became close, very quickly. David found an equal in Cindy… or at least someone impressionable enough, and wild enough to mold into the kind of companion he desired most. Slowly, he started letting her in closer and closer, revealing more about himself, testing the waters of what she was capable of handling.

Finally it was time to put her to the test. Cindy told David she was going out of town for a wedding. Leaving him behind without someone to satisfy his deviant carnal desires was unacceptable to him. By this point she was so far deep into the darkness he brought her into that his suggestion didn’t even phase her for a minute. They decided it was time to kidnap a woman to keep as a sex slave for David while she was away. Bringing her into the Toy Box, he gave her the grand tour and demonstrated on dolls his scientific and methodical practiced art of inflicting pain. She eagerly absorbed every word, and he gave her an 18-point list he had produced through years of practice at his dark craft. It was a set of instructions for kidnapping and torture.

The list is graphic, abhorrent, and I’m unwilling to read it in the video or post it here, but I’ll leave a link to a pastebin post with the list if you wish to read it. Although the transcript of the audiotape is pretty famous, it's pretty amazing to me that more people don't know about this list.

Over the next two years or so, Cindy Hendy was no longer an innocent bystander, simply an enabler, or even an accessory. She became an accomplice. Just as deviant, just as cruel, and just as guilty as David Parker Ray himself for the kidnap, torture, and murder of untold women. Just as eager to sadistically inflict pain and terror as her hopeful future husband.

CYNTHIA VIGIL JARAMILLO (32:45)

(The woman who escaped in the intro)

It was night when David Parker Ray and Cindy Hendy arrived in Albuquerque, seeking their next victim. After speaking with a local pimp and offering $30 for services, a 22-year-old Cynthia Vigil Jaramillo stepped into the rusty, beat up RV.

As she entered the back of the camper, Ray produced a badge telling her that they were law enforcement. She tried to make a break for it back the way she came, but she was overpowered by the two of them, and a black leather mask slipped over her head, casting everything into blackness.

Hours later she found herself chained and bound, and as the mask was removed she heard a voice coming from a nearby recording…

Days later, after suffering unspeakable amounts of pain, terror, and abject humiliation at the hands of Ray and Hendy, Cynthia lay inside the house chained to the bed. David was at work while Cindy was in the kitchen preparing sandwiches. Although she was still chained and locked firmly in place, the keys to her restraints were carelessly left just out of reach. With little time before Cindy would surely come back, she inched her way closer and closer to the keys. Fumbling and trying not to make any noise, she managed to unlock herself. Knowing there was precious little time, she reached for the phone dialing 911. Before she could connect, Cindy burst into the room and they fought ferociously, Cynthia knowing full well that her life was at stake. They punched and kicked and clawed at one another. Cynthia reached out and grabbed ahold of a nearby ice pick and ferociously stabbed Cindy in the skull leaving a giant gash.

Screaming in terror, she ran down the street for her life, leaving the injured Cindy behind.

After the police rescued her after she was hiding in the trailer previously mentioned, the officers received notice of a 911-hangup call only blocks away. In a town this small where nothing happens, there was no way it wasn’t connected.

Rushing to 513 Bass Rd, the officers banged on the door. Receiving no answer, they allowed themselves in with probable cause of trouble. Finding shattered glass, blood, and endless amounts of pully systems and chains, they called for backup. They would need far more than backup. What they witnessed in the brief glance around David Parker Ray’s home was far more than the tiny police department of Elephant Butte was equipped to handle.

THE HORROR IN ELEPHANT BUTTE (35:34)

Nothing ever happens in Elephant Butte. A small town of 1300 people, most of them over the age of 65, no one could have expected the absolute pandemonium as more than 100 investigators from the New Mexico State Police and the FBI swarmed the town and especially 513 Bass Rd. Dozens of news stations from around the world. Helicopters circling overhead all day. The quiet little town of Elephant Butte where nothing ever happened had just been put on the map and was now known throughout the world, but for all the wrong reasons.

Investigators swarmed the small property, dividing it into 8 distinct search areas. They were having trouble getting a certain white cargo trailer open, and the keys were nowhere to be found. It took the locksmith only a few moments to get the deadbolt lock open. FBI Special Agent John Briscoe opened the small door into the cargo trailer and stepped inside.

“Holy shit”

He saw the chair, the syringes, the whips, the chains, strange metallic bars labeled “ankle spreader” and “knee spreader”, the satanic imagery adorning the shelves…. And a video camera. Could there POSSIBLY be actual video evidence of what the hell happened in here?

36-year-old FBI agent Patty Rust (I can’t confirm this is her record, but the dates seem to match up) crowded around the monitor inside the Toy Box with a few of her fellow agents as they loaded the first of hundreds of tapes found around the property. All of them, hands over their mouths, trying to hide the absolute shock of the things they saw before them on the screen. Despite years of work covering the worst crimes imaginable, they were still unprepared for what they saw on the screen before them. They’d seen enough for now. They ejected the tape and each exited the toy box. one of them vomited on the ground as soon as they got outside. It was far worse than anything any of them had ever encountered before.

Patty was asked to go back inside and create detailed sketches of everything she found within to hand over to the Evidence Response Team. She did as she was asked. Over the course of 5 days, she spent hours sketching every detail of every horrible thing she found in there. Getting a closer look at the horrors than anyone would ever feel comfortable with. After 5 days, she turned in her assignment and was told to go home and get some rest. She returned to her family in El Paso, TX. Just before midnight that night, she took out a revolver, held it against her head, and ended her own life.

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I dont understand why players WANT TF2 to die

If youre scrolling r/tf2 theres plenty of posts along the lines of "Im suprised this game isnt dead", "no devs, game dies soon", and "how soon until tf2 is forgotten?"

If there was EVER a game in existance to outlast its dev support, that game is TF2. The TF2 competative scene is still rolling, theres plenty of content creators and bountiful amound of amazingly talented model and map makers.

TF2 has the potential to live solely on community energy. Ffs we made an entire community made MvM update. Theres a team and servers dedicated to custom weapon balancing. Ill argue tooth and nail our community is the best out of any other game, Ive never seen any game with such a thriving community while its game has had a dwindling lifeline.

TF2 is a pure work of art compared to other FPS games. If you want the game to die, youre better off in another community. Every TF2 player I know is a true fan of the game who enjoys the simplicity that simple casual games bring.

As long as TF2 has a community, TF2 is alive.



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