"JonBenet
Rides Again"
Not too long ago I
caught a TV news story about the JonBenet Ramsey
mess out in Colorado. I'd read about the
episode earlier in the NY Times, and aside from a
certain revulsion to the sordid details I'm
certain all readers felt, I really hadn't reacted
to or thought much about the case. But
there on the TV screen was footage of JonBenet
herself performing at a pageant- all dolled up in
mascara, lipstick, pearls, vamping for the
camera, and to be perfectly blunt about it, using
some very adult sexual cues. It then
crossed my mind is it entirely inappropriate that
a healthy adult male respond to sexual stimuli
that mimic almost perfectly those of a healthy
adult female?
Note that I used the
words "respond to" not the words
"act upon" - the distinction is
crucial. It's obviously not
appropriate for anyone to have sex with a child
that young, but is it wrong to desire it, or at
any rate to manifest some of the symptoms of that
desire?
Consider the following
hypothetical situation A man is sitting in
front of a roaring fireplace after a superb
evening meal, enjoying the last glass of '86
Latour. There is absolutely nothing on his
mind more serious than trying to decide between a
snifter of Remy Martin Napoleon or Hennessy X.O.
cognac. Outside a horrible winter storm
rages. Nursing the last sip or two of wine,
he crosses the room to a window near the liquor
cabinet and amuses himself for a short while by
watching the helpless passers by several stories
below bending over against the wind, wading
through slush, falling on the ice, etc. .
He pours a generous snifter of cognac and before
returning to his fireside armchair punches a TV
remote to catch a weather update. Sipping
his cognac, he nods off to sleep and awakens just
in the middle of the JonBenet news story.
Not knowing of the horrible crime committed, he
watches her little pageant number,
entranced. At the end of the number she
turns and faces the camera, smiles and ever so
subtly lip-syncs the words "fuck
me". Now at this precise point in time
and under these circumstances is it wrong for the
man to feel his penis start to stiffen?
It's an interesting question, but one I gave no
more thought to till I caught a new product
announcement in one of the European business
journals I subscribe to.
It turns out that a German company, Cybernetika
A.G., has completely cornered a heretofore
unrecognized market with the introduction of
their Cyber-Fraulein 3000 which has to be the
world's most absolutely high-tech love
doll. In fairness to the company, I should
point out that their own literature stresses that
the CF3000 is sold only to bona fide law
enforcement agencies and penal institutions for
the purpose of rehabilitating repeat criminal
pedophiles. Well, we will see.
The customer base for
the United States should prove interesting, for
some marketing whiz at Cybernetika has made the
doll a perfect life-size replica of, you guessed
it, JonBenet Ramsey herself. Now German
companies are not known for their sense of humor,
macabre or otherwise, but when my tears of
laughter had dried I realized I had to examine
one of these dolls. I got a hold of Dieter
von Stroelitz, executive V.P. of Cybernetika and
was given the sad news, yes, at this time CF3000
is sold only to law enforcement agencies in the
U.S., but in Europe the sales are a bit more
"relaxed" as he put it. No
problem, an old family friend is county sheriff
in a midwestern state that shall go
nameless. Call him "Earl", not
his real name. Despite being law Earl has a
great sense of humor, and has come through before
with nifty toys like cans of mace and the odd
submachine gun from a drug bust. A nice guy
to know. I gave him a call and he said what
the fuck, if he doesn't have to fork over any
cash he'll get one. A couple of months
later I get a call from him and he's laughing so
hard he can hardly talk. "Get your ass
out here to see this" is about all I can
make out. I borrowed a buddy's Merc,
grabbed a few bottles of Jack Daniels and got out
of town on I-80, cruise set at 75 mph.
This doll is a piece of art. The skin
and muscle tissue are a new DuPont polymer
marketed as "Dermastyrene". The
skin is eerily soft and lifelike. CF3000
uses thousands of small nichrome heating wires
throughout the body that connect to a central
heating element (110v. AC) that raises the body
temperature to a nice 98.6 F. Reprocessed
shark cartilage forms the "skeleton",
and all joints are fully functional including
jaws, neck, and hips. Even the internal
organs are accurately represented by silicone
filled sacs. Weight 68 lbs. , height
4'3". Hair is real, human, long and
blond. JonBenet comes dressed in white
anklet socks, cowboy boots, short blue denim
skirt, white satin crotch less panties (!), light
blue halter top, and beige cowboy hat. Hair
and makeup are perfect. Additional outfits
are available from the manufacturer. A
small set of batteries (which recharge as
JonBenet warms up) is provided for playback of
about 30 recorded voice messages. A set of
dip switches near the AC outlet control language
(English, Norwegian, German, Swedish, or Dutch)
and message playback mode Auto, Manual or
Off. Auto provides random playback.
In Manual mode a gentle tug on JonBenet's cute
ponytail elicits a message. Some of them
are real gems. "I'm wearing my crotch
less panties just like you wanted Daddy" or
"Ooooh, you're so BIG inside me Daddy"
were two of my favorites. In both Auto and
Manual mode occasional moans and whimpers are
added. Sound quality is superb.
The company literature states that
"all three of the sexual orifices are fully
functional and incredibly lifelike." I
asked Earl, "Hey, you give her a whirl
yet?" He took a long pull from my last
bottle of Jack and sneered at me, "Shit boy,
I wanted to save her cherry for you."
There remained the obvious problem of how to test
this doll. We thought a little bit, and I
asked him, "Who you got in the cells
upstairs?" "Already working on
it," he replied. There was a knock on
the door and a junior deputy came in and handed
Earl a file. He started thumbing through
it. "Lets see, we got here one Rafael
Hernandez, visiting us for grand theft auto and
possession with intent to sell, his ass goes up
to Joliet in a couple of weeks, two priors for
sexual assault on a minor. He's our
man!"
My job now was to prep JonBenet for
sex. I plugged her in to warm up and found
the 3 "body fluid" boxes. Each
box held 20 or so plastic packets of fluid for
each of her three orifices. There was a
simulated saliva with a kind of minty odor for
her mouth, a slimy goo labelled "vaginal
lubricant", and an incredibly funky grease
for her little butt hole. I put on latex
gloves and applied the three packets as
instructed. By now JonBenet was beginning
to warm up nicely. Earl came back
downstairs and let me in on the plan. There
was a small kitchen and lounge on the first
floor. A one way mirror in the lounge
allowed officers to watch the room from a hidden
hallway near the duty desk. Rafael had been
told he could mop the kitchen in return for extra
exercise room time, and had readily agreed.
When JonBenet was fully warmed up I carried her
to the lounge and had her "nap" on the
sofa with her little blue denim skirt hiked up to
reveal a generous portion of her white satin
panties. The effect was damn good, I had to
admit. Earl got one of the female officers
to sit with Jon Benet and pretend to work on a
crossword, while a deputy got Rafael in leg irons
and led him down to the lounge and kitchen.
When he came in the female officer whispered to
Rafael, "Try not to make much noise, her
parents were killed in a car wreck and we just
finally got her asleep." Rafael nodded
silently in reply. He began to putter
around in the kitchen then started mopping the
floor. After about 5 minutes another
officer stuck his head in the lounge and
addressed the female officer, "Martha,
phone for you, line two". Martha said
"Thanks" and got up and left the room,
closing the door behind her. Rafael peeked
through the kitchen doorway, nervously looking
around. Earl and I watched through the
one-way. Outside the lounge door six
deputies waited with batons, pepper spray, and
stun-guns. Rafael got a dust mop from the
kitchen closet and started pushing it around the
lounge floor till he was next to JonBenet's
sofa.
"He's gonna take the bait, I can feel
it", said Earl.
Rafael sure as hell looked nervous.
Beads of sweat on his forehead, licking his lips,
his eyes darted about the room.
"Look, he's got a hard on", I
whispered.
"Earl counted, "One, two,
three..."
At 3 1/2 seconds Rafael let out a subhuman
cry, dropped the dust mop, and grabbed JonBenet
by the throat, picked her up, and slammed her
head against the top of a heavy oak table.
The blow would have easily killed a 6 year
old. Rafael dragged her waist up to the
table edge, tugged her panties down (I guess he
was too eager to notice they were crotchless),
unzipped himself and got down to business.
"When do the cowboys come
in?" I asked Earl.
From the look on Rafael's face, that
wouldn't take too long. After less than
five minutes of furious strokin', he pulled out
and shot three monster wads across her peach
fuzz, denim skirt, and halter top. He
pushed the body forward on the table and rolled
her over on her side with her ass near the table
edge. He dropped to his knees and started
tonguing her little butt hole.
"Get him", Earl barked into his
radio. The lounge door burst open and
Rafael stood up and tried to get his tool back in
his trousers, but the two deputies with stun guns
were on him too fast. After a few zaps
Rafael was on the floor, and the stun gun detail
stepped quickly aside. Three deputies with
batons worked him over while one with pepper
spray stood off to one side shooting the liquid
in his eyes and mouth as he screamed. When
they figured all the fight was out of him, they
stood him up and cuffed his hands behind
him. Martha, who had been "baby
sitting" JonBenet went over to her and felt
her wrist.
"I'm not getting a pulse", she
announced.
"I didn't mean to kill her, so help me
God!" Rafael pleaded.
Earl strode into the lounge while I stayed
at the mirror. "Get that piece of shit
back in his cell", he ordered. Two of
the deputies hustled Rafael, penis still dangling
from his fly, out of the lounge and over to the
elevator. It didn't take too long for the
general population to learn that he raped and
killed a 6 year old girl while being trusted with
cleaning duty. Poor Rafael, it seems he cut
himself pretty bad shaving the next
morning. Bled to death, in fact.
Earl had all sorts of plans to use JonBenet
as a decoy in a couple of local spots. I
would have loved to hang around and check it out,
but my buddy needed his car back. Martha
had cleaned up JonBenet and tested the heating
and voice functions. All OK. You
gotta hand it to the Germans, they really know
how to build shit.
On the drive back east I got to
thinking. While Cybernetika had built her
as a rehabilitation tool, it seemed to me that
CF3000 was going to be much more of a hit as an
entrapment vehicle for police, unless some
liberal shithead poo-poos it in court.
Also, I had to get a hold of Dieter von Stroelitz
at Cybernetika to formally request (beg) that
CF4000 be a full sized copy of Princess
Diana. There must be tens of millions of
men who would love to bend Lady Di over the side
of the bed, lovingly adjust her tiara, then ram
their stiffy dog up her shit chute while she
whimpers "Ooooh, don't be too rough with me
my little budgie," in that lovely British
accent.
Later,
George Kranz
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