CHAPTER 12

“Bill King’s son is a locksmith—he opened up the toy box and right away he saw jars on the kitchen counter. He turned to an FBI agent standing outside the trailer door and said, ‘Oh my God—they’re human body parts!’ ”

Rick Hart, T or C photographer,
November 4, 1999

Juggling the prosecution of four perverts was a full-time job for Jim Yontz, and by the end of April, he was working almost every weekend. Yontz had recently remarried and his new wife, Karen, had been a street cop in Los Angeles. She knew what he was up against and tried to help him take time away from the grim reality of the David Parker Ray case. On May 1 she got up early and brewed a pot of strong coffee. He went out to his barn to spend a few minutes training his new palomino horse—a chance to work off some steam before taking the freeway drive to work. An hour later, he arrived at his out-of-the-way office in Socorro.

He walked in and said “Hello, Bernie” to a black-bear hide that covered the top of the table next to his desk. He’d shot the bear years ago on a bow-hunting trip up in Alberta, Canada. Bernie was eating blueberries at the time. His head and body were now covered with eight boxes of paperwork on the Ray case.

Yontz sorted through the mess and found the audiotape he wanted to review. It wasn’t the tape he’d played for Judge Pestak, but it was the tape he sure as hell wanted to play for Judge Mertz on October 4, when the David Parker Ray case finally got under way. It was the most powerful of all six tapes Ray made back in 1993, a year after Jesse moved in and a year before Joannie Lee moved out. More than anything else, it showed David was ruthless and single-minded in his predatory efforts to exert his will on women and girls. The tape started with the same disclaimer as most of the others: “This audiotape contains very graphic material for adults only. It was designed and created to be used for entertainment purposes.”

Then the tape really got down to business:

Hello there, bitch! Are you comfortable right now? I doubt it. Wrists and ankles chained, gagged, probably blindfolded. You are disoriented and scared, too, I would imagine.... Perfectly normal under the circumstances. For a little while at least, you need to get your shit together and listen to this tape. It is very relevant to your situation. I’m going to tell you in detail why you have been kidnapped, what’s going to happen to you and how long you’ll be here.

I don’t know the details of your capture, because this tape is being created July 23, 1993, as a this-is-what’s-going-to-happen-to-you tape for my captives. The information I’m going to give you is based on my experiences dealing with captives over a period of several years. If at a future date, there are any major changes in our procedures, the tape will be upgraded. Now, you are obviously here against your will. Totally helpless. Don’t know where you’re at. Don’t know what’s going to happen to you. You’re scared or pissed off. I’m sure that you’ve already tried to get your wrists and ankles loose, and know you can’t. Now you’re waiting to see what’s going to happen next. You probably think you’re going to be raped, and you’re fucking sure right about that.

Our primary interest is in what you’ve got between your legs. You’ll be raped thoroughly and repeatedly in every hole you’ve got, because basically, you’ve been snatched and brought here for us to train and use as a sex slave. Sound kind of far-out? Well, I suppose it is to the uninitiated, but we do it all the time. It’s gonna take a lot of adjustment on your part, and you’re not going to like it a fucking bit, but I don’t give a rat’s ass about that. It’s not like you’re gonna have any choice about the matter. You’ve been taken by force, and you’re going to be kept and used by force.

What all this amounts to is that you’re going to be kept naked and chained up like an animal to be used and abused anytime we want to, any way that we want to. And you might as well start getting used to it, because you’re going to be kept here and used, until such time as we get tired of fucking around with you, and we will eventually, in a month or two, or three.

It’s no big deal; my lady friend and I have been keeping sex slaves for years. We both have kinky hang-ups involving rape, dungeon games, et cetera. We found that it is extremely convenient to keep one or two female captives available constantly to satisfy our particular needs. We are very selective when we snatch a girl for use for these purposes. It goes without saying that you have a fine body, and you’re probably young, maybe very young. Because for our purposes, we prefer to snatch girls in their early to midteens, sexually developed, but still small body, scared shitless, easy to handle and easy to train. And they usually have tight little pussies and assholes. They make perfect slaves.

Anytime we go on a hunting trip, if we can’t find a little teenager, we usually start hitting the gay bars, looking for a well-built, big-titted lesbian. I thoroughly enjoy raping and screwing around with lesbians, and there’s not as much danger of them carrying a sexually transmitted disease, and I don’t like using condoms. Also, even though they’re a little older, unless they’ve been playing with dildos a lot, they still have tight holes between their legs, like the younger girls. If we can’t find a lesbian that we want, we snatch anything that is young, clean and well built. We seldom come back empty-handed, because there’s plenty of bitches out there to choose from. And with a little practice in deception, most of them is very easy to get with little risks.

At this point it makes little difference what category you fall into. You’re here, and we’re going to make the most of it. You’re going to be kept in a hidden slave room. It is relatively soundproof, escapeproof, and is completely stocked with devices and equipment to satisfy our particular fetishes and deviations. There may or may not be another girl in the room. Occasionally, for variety, we like to keep two slaves at the same time. In any case, as the new girl, you will definitely be getting the most attention for a while. Now, as I said earlier, you’re going to be kept like an animal. I guess I’ve been doing this too long. I’ve been raping bitches ever since I was old enough to jerk off and tie a little girl’s hands behind her back. As far as I’m concerned, you’re a pretty piece of meat to be used and exploited.

I don’t give a flying fuck about your mind or how you feel about the situation.

You may be married, have a kid or two, boyfriend, girlfriend, a job, car payments—fuck it! I don’t give a big rat’s ass about any of that, and I don’t want to hear about it. It’s something you’re going to have to deal with after you’re turned loose. I make it a point never to like a slave, and I fucking sure don’t have any respect for you. Here your status is no more than one of the dogs or one of the animals out in the barn. Your only value to us is the fact that you have an attractive, usable body. And like the rest of our animals, you will be fed and watered, kept in good physical condition, kept reasonably clean and allowed to use the toilets when necessary. In return, you’re going to be used hard. Especially during the first few days while you’re new and fresh.

You’re going to be kept chained in a variety of different positions, usually with your legs or knees forced wide apart. Your pussy and asshole is going to get a real workout, especially your asshole because I’m into anal sex. Also, both of those holes are going to be subjected to a lot of use, with some rather large dildos among other things. And it goes without saying that there’s going to be a lot of oral sex. On numerous occasions you’re going to be forced to suck cock and eat pussy until your jaws ache and your tongue is sore. You may not like it but you’re fucking sure going to do it.

And that’s the easy part. Our fetishes and hang-ups include stringent bondage, dungeon games, a little sadism, nothing serious, but uncomfortable and sometimes painful. Just a few little hang-ups that we like to use when we’re getting off on a bitch [laughs]. If you’re a young teenybopper, and ignorant about fetishes and deviations, you’re about to get an enlightening crash course on sex ed. Who knows, you may like some of it. It happens occasionally.

Now, I’ve already told you that you’re going to be here a month or two, maybe three, if you keep us turned on. If it’s up to my lady, we’d keep you indefinitely. She says it’s just as much fun and less risky. But personally, I like variety, a fresh pussy now and then to play with. We take four or five girls each year, depending on our urges and sometimes accidental encounters. Basically, I guess we are like predators; we’re always looking. Occasionally some sweet little thing will be broke down on the side of the road, walking, bicycling, jogging. Anytime an opportunity like that presents itself, and it’s not risky, we’ll grab her. . . .

Yontz turned off the tape recorder and gazed out the window of his cramped office. He remembered a picture from the newspapers back in 1994—a beautiful blond girl listed as missing and presumed dead. She was nineteen years old and her name was Tara Calico. She was last seen pedaling her bicycle down a road south of Belen, the town where David was born. She just seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth that hot summer afternoon, never to be seen alive again. They never found her body. Someone remembered seeing a white van shortly before Tara was kidnapped, but nobody got a license plate number. David Parker Ray owned a white Dodge Ram (license 705 GLN) utility vehicle and he had a red flashing police light hidden under the front seat that the police assumed he used when he wanted to pull someone over. Yontz knew there was only a faint chance of pinning the Tara Calico murder on David Ray, but he was going to try like hell.

He leaned over and pulled the blinds down over his window to the outside world and turned the tape recorder back on in his darkened office. He couldn’t get Tara Calico out of his mind. And a second later, he couldn’t get David Ray out, either.

Variety is definitely the spice of life. Now, I’m sure you’re a great little piece of ass, and you’re going to be a lot of fun to play with, but I will get tired of you eventually. If I killed every bitch that we kidnapped, there’d be bodies strung all over the country. And besides, I don’t like killing a girl unless it’s absolutely necessary, so I’ve devised a safe, alternate method of disposal.

I had plenty of bitches to practice on over the years, so I pretty well got it down pat, and I enjoy doing it. I get off on mind games. After we get completely through with you, you’re gonna be drugged up real heavy with a combination of sodium Pentothal and phenobarbital. They are both hypnotic drugs that will make you extremely susceptible to hypnosis, autohypnosis and hypnotic suggestions. You’re gonna be kept drugged a couple of days while I play with your mind. By the time I get through brainwashing you, you’re not gonna remember a fucking thing about this little adventure. You won’t remember this place, us or what has happened to you. There won’t be any DNA evidence because you’ll be bathed, and both holes between your legs will be thoroughly flushed out. You’ll be dressed, sedated and turned loose on some country road. Bruised, sore all over, but nothing that won’t heal up in a week or two. The thought of being brainwashed may not be appealing to you, but we’ve been doing it a long time, and it works and it’s the lesser of two evils. I’m sure that you would prefer that in lieu of being strangled or having your throat cut.

There may or may not be a missing-persons report, but nobody is going to be looking for you. There are not going to be any knights in shining armor coming to rescue you. As for escaping, I’m sure you’ll try to figure out a way—that’s human nature—but it’s not hardly worth talking about here. It wouldn’t be prudent on our part to have you running around in the woods screaming “Rape.” It would be embarrassing, to say the least. Consequently, you’re gonna be kept in an environment that’s even more secure than a prison cell. A steel padlock is going to be placed around your neck. It has a long, heavy chain that is padlocked to a ring on the floor. The collar will never be removed until you are turned loose. It’s a permanent fixture.

The hidden playroom where you are going to be kept has steel walls, floors and ceiling. It is soundproof and has a steel door with two keyed locks. The hinges are welded on and there are two dead bolts on the outside. The room is totally escapeproof, even with tools. If you are in the room alone, your wrists will be chained. There is a closed-circuit TV system wired to the main TV in the living room, so we can check on you every once in a while—or just sit and watch you for the fun of it.

Electronics is a wonderful thing. Expensive—but hell—everything in the playroom is expensive and well worth it. If everyone knew how much fun it was to keep a sex slave, half the women in America would be chained up in somebody’s basement.

Okay, let’s talk about your training, the rules and the punishment. Here you are a slave, and discipline is extremely strict. You’re gonna be given a set of rules. As soon as each rule is told to you, it will become law. This is what will happen if you fuck up. We use a couple of different methods of punishment. A whip is an excellent training aid, so is the electro-shock machine. Anytime you get out of line, one or both will be used on your body. And I assure you, it will not be pleasant. After the first day, we won’t cut you any slack at all.

Now, let’s start this off right. You’re a slave. I’m your master and the lady is your mistress. You will be totally docile. You will be very quiet, and you’ll speak only when spoken to. Never initiate conversation. Keep your mouth shut. Do exactly what is told to you, nothing else. Obey my commands—anything less will get you beaten. If I tell you I want to be sucked off, you say, “Yes, Master,” and open your mouth. Each time when I get ready to come, I’m going to push my penis down your throat, and keep it there until I get through squirting. I’m not going to choke you, but you need to learn to hold your breath and to swallow every bit of sperm. If I see one drop leaking out of your mouth, I’m going to punish you. It’s the same with your mistress. Learn how to use your tongue. If during oral sex or any other time you should bite one of us, I’m going to cut you a little bit. Your teeth are serious weapons. I have been bitten and I’ve cut off nipples, so don’t fuck around.

If your mistress comes into the room and tells you to get down on the floor, you say, “Yes, Mistress.” If she tells you to pull your knees up, you say, “Yes, Mistress.” If she tells you to spread your knees, you say, “Yes, Mistress,” and spread them wide apart and hold them there, so she can play with your pussy.

Don’t kick, struggle, or resist in any way. If you do, you’re gonna be in a world of hurts. For repeated rule violations, the punishments are eventually going to become harsh and even brutal, and you won’t have nobody to blame but yourself.

Now, let’s discuss talking. You cannot talk. I believe that rule gets more bitches into trouble than anything else, because they can’t keep their damn mouths shut. They always want to whine, beg, plead, try to talk me into turning them loose. I used to listen to it. I don’t anymore.

I enjoy blessed silence.

Around here, your mouth is for sucking, not talking.

The only time I ever want to hear you initiate speech is if you have to use the rest room. If you have to pee, say, “Pee, Master” or “Pee, Mistress.” You definitely need to tell us, because if you make a mess, you’re going to be punished and you’ll have to clean it up.

Now, I’ve got to tell you, there is another side to the coin. Once in a while we get a bitch who is rebellious and won’t mind. That doesn’t work here. I’m sure that you realize you are on thin ice. If you should hurt either one of us, you could be in very serious trouble. I’m sure you want to survive this experience, but you are expendable. It’s no big deal to go out and grab a replacement. It may sound harsh and cold, but if you give us too much trouble, I won’t have any qualms at all about slashing your throat. I don’t like killing girls, but occasionally bad things happen.

I would really hate to have to dump that pretty little body off in a canyon somewhere to rot.

Everything we do to a girl is designed to cause pain, not injury. No matter how painful it is, nothing we plan to do to your body will cause any permanent damage. I’m not lying to you. You’re gonna be whipped lightly, for pleasure. Your’re gonna be shocked lightly, for pleasure.

Most of the other nasty little things we’re going to do, for the most part, will be done to your breasts, nipples and between your legs. The lady is fortunate; she can get off anytime. She just likes to be a little sadistic with the slave once in a while.

In my case, I could not get off with a girl unless I hurt her first. That is basically the reason I’m into rape and slavery. And that’s the reason you’re going to be subjected to a certain amount of pain. Mostly, what we do to a captive is stick needles in her breasts and through her nipples, through her cunt lips, through her clit—and I’m also into stretching certain things. Clamps with long nylon cords will be put in your cunt lips, so your pussy can be kept pulled open, and they’re also going to be attached to your nipples. The nylon cords will be put through ceiling rings and pulled very tight to stretch your tits. Occasionally, your clit will also be clamped and stretched. And we’re going to be using dildos. The dildos are going to be used a lot, more than anything else, and consequently, what you’re going to have the most trouble with. Many of them are very long, vary large in diameter, and very painful while they’re being forced in. I like to use them in both holes and your mistress will use them in your pussy.

As far as needles go, they’ll always be sterilized. The clamps are going to hurt like a motherfucker, but they won’t cause any permanent injury. They don’t even break the skin.

As far as dildos go, both of those holes between your legs will stretch a hell of a lot. Your pussy is designed for a baby to come out of, and we won’t be using anything bigger than that. The really large ones will not be used in your butt.

Every once in a while, we get a screamer. Some bitch that just wants to scream all the time. And that always gets on my nerves. We live in an isolated area, so screaming is usually not a problem—but it irritates the fuck out of me. If you do it habitually, I will keep a ball gag in your mouth all the time—I’ll never take it out.

Pretty soon I’m going to be asking you a bunch of questions. I have prepared a questionnaire that I will fill out with each new captive. Some of the questions are going to be embarrassing, but you should answer them truthfully. I don’t want to catch you in a lie. You will be naked and you’ll be strapped down to the gynecology table so you can’t wiggle or squirm around. I like to keep a girl that way while she’s answering questions. Before you start answering questions, two small electrical clamps will be put on your nipples. Each time a question is asked, you will respond properly. Think about what you’re going to say before you say it, because we’re not in a hurry. Each time you fuck up, I’m gonna press a little button and send a few thousand volts of electricity through your nipples. I’m not going to hold it down to torture you, but each time you screw up, it’s going to get a little bit worse.

After you finish answering the questions, I’m going to examine you. All girls are different. I want to become very familiar with your sex organs and the size of your holes. Later that first day, you’re going to be raped several times, but that’s no big deal. The second day, after you get totally familiar with the rules and procedures, we’re going to get down to the nitty-gritty. Things will not be very pleasant for you, but you might as well get used to it, because it’s going to be like that for a while.

Well, I believe I’ve told you about everything that I can. Be smart and be a survivor. Don’t ever scream. Don’t talk without permission. Be very quiet. Be docile and, by all means, show proper respect.

Have a nice day.

Slowly Jim Yontz got out of his chair and pulled the plug out of the wall so he wouldn’t have to hear the drone of David Ray’s voice coming out of the tape recorder anymore. He walked over and pulled up the blinds so he could let in the slanting rays of some of that famous late-afternoon New Mexico sunshine. Yontz knew that nothing was ever a sure thing when one prosecutes extreme evil, but he felt that if any jury ever heard this tape, David Parker Ray would be a “dead duck.”

He left his office and walked out to his state-owned vehicle, opened the trunk and tossed in the tape. He slammed the trunk hood down extra hard and spoke out loud to no one in particular.

“Have a nice day, David,” he said.