The wall on the right-hand side of the toy box was covered with the tools of his trade: chains, whips, paddles, pulleys, leather belts, saw blades, harnesses, handcuffs, ropes, wires, needles, pins, screw clamps, nipple clamps, breast clamps, breast suction cups, metal bras, sandpaper, metal dildos, wooden dildos, plastic dildos, latex dildos of all sizes, a branding iron, a soldering iron and weighted lead sinkers—there was even an assortment of fishhooks.
Yontz looked up at the ceiling and saw dozens of red straps hanging down, all covered with rows of wooden clothespins.
A large yellow generator sat on the floor under the wall of dangling sex toys. It had a handle on top and was attached to the back of a fifteen-inch flesh-colored motorized dildo pointing forward and designed to look exactly like a man’s penis, right down to the crooked and bulging veins. The giant rubber device looked as big as a large sausage and it was so thick no man could ever grip it around the middle with a closed fist. The back of the generator had three switches: BUZZER, LIGHT and PROBE. The entire apparatus looked like it could be picked up and wielded like some kind of jackhammer.
The space between the walls of the cargo trailer was filled with the large gynecological table/chair rigged to slide back and forth on a six-foot tract. It was wired to a voltage meter, with wires that could be attached to a woman’s breasts and genitalia. There was also a generator that controlled the position of the black leather table—changing the elevation, foot position, back angle and, if necessary, the tilt of the entire female body tied down by red nylon straps to the D rings that served as wrist and ankle stirrups. A large hooded elbow light was bolted to the end of the table to illuminate the victim’s vagina while Ray forced her to watch him rape her live on TV.
Walking down the right side of the chamber, Yontz looked down at the floor and saw a one-foot-tall Barbie doll with long black hair. Miniature chains were attached like shackles and hanging from her ankles, wrists, nipples and neck.
Finally, arriving at the back of the trailer on the right side, Yontz examined Ray’s stainless-steel medicine cabinet. It was covered with latex gloves, forceps, rolls of cotton, Spanish K-Y jelly, petroleum jelly, bottles of chloroform, ammonia “poppers” and hypodermic syringes. Three white candles were mounted on top of a model of a human skull and the bleached skull was standing next to a handcarved wooden dildo. To the left was a collection of David Ray’s small library of mostly female anatomy and withcraft books. Jim Yontz jotted down some of the titles that caught his eye:
Birth
Family Medical Guide
Emergency Victim Care
Fundamentals of Human Sexuality
Sexual Behavior of the Human Female
The Dark World of Witches
American Psycho
On the very top shelf of the cabinet, he noticed two naked baby dolls, one with a big patch of blond pubic hair and the other with a big patch of black pubic hair. Underneath the cabinet was an aluminum confinement drawer with a six-foot-long cot that slid out like a tray in a morgue and seemed to be the perfect place to store a live female body until Ray decided what to do with her next.
Jim turned and saw a plastic curtain that seemed to close off a small dressing area for the women. Ray had assembled a collection of nightgowns, along with a shelf containing shampoo, body lotion, baby powder, baby oil, mouthwash, perfume and lipstick.
Just before he completed “the grand tour,” Jim Yontz looked up and saw another set of torture drawings, even more grotesque than the first set he’d seen on the other side of the trailer. This group was numbered 1 through 13, and after looking at all of them, Yontz found there was one that would forever leave a permanent imprint on his mind. It was labeled THE 12 VOLT MOTORIZED BREAST STRETCHER and he’d seen a photograph of Cyndy Vigil that looked just like the drawing.
David Ray had a drawing of a naked woman strapped down by her hips, belly and chest with a hood over her face. Rubber-lined clamps were attached to her nipples and connected to the machine by nylon cords. Ray had typed instructions telling his followers how to torture the victim:
1. Operate motor with the lever in the “up” position.
2. Attach clamps securely to each nipple.
3. Tighten cord until breasts are stretched to the maximum length.
4. Turn machine “on” and watch nipples for indication of tearing and check clamps for slippage. Continue to operate.
NOTE: This process is very painful and due to the constant motion, the body will not adjust to the pain. During the operation, the subject will remain in extremely painful distress.
By the time Yontz was ready to leave the toy box, his mind was crowded with disturbing images. He wondered if the four days in the box had triggered lost childhood memories for Patty Rust. There was no way to know, he concluded. One item he saw would make any woman shudder, however. In the very back of the trailer, he had seen a small ceramic ashtray shaped like a woman floating on her back in a pool of turquoise water. Her legs were spread wide and her large black pubic patch seemed to invite any man with a smoke in his hands to put out his burning cigarette right between her legs.
Jim Yontz walked out of the toy box, thankful that his own wife would never have to take a walk through such a horrible place.
A few days later, prosecutor Jim Yontz sat down to listen to one of the six audiotapes the FBI found inside the mobile home; he suddenly caught himself thinking about Patty Rust one more time. True, she had seen what a monster the good-old-boy handyman David Parker Ray could be inside his torture chamber, but at least she had not been forced to listen to the heartless Ray on the audiotapes he recorded to help indoctrinate his new recruits.
This was Ray at his worst, Yontz thought.
The sound of David Ray’s calm voice could make your skin crawl:
Nikkie was a whore in Phoenix, Arizona.
I had known her two or three years, but I didn’t screw around with her then. She had long blond hair, pretty well built, not beautiful, but not bad-looking, either. What really fascinated me about her was that she had these big, humongous tits. I used to watch her working, walking back and forth in front of Canal Motors, watching those big ol’ tits bounce, fantasizing about what I would like to do to them.
Seven or eight months after I left that job, I had to go back over to Arizona for a few days. I pulled my trailer and, needless to say, I went and looked Nikkie up. What I had in mind was to keep her chained and locked up in my trailer for about a week and use her for a sex toy, but it didn’t work out that way. When I picked her up, her boyfriend knew where she was at. I asked her what she would charge to let me tie her up and spank her before I fucked her. She said a hundred dollars, but I didn’t want to spend a hundred bucks, so I just got a blow job and took her back to town.
The bitch gave me the clap.
I didn’t think you’d catch the clap with a blow job, but the doctors assured me that you could. Needless to say, I was pissed, but I wasn’t in Arizona anymore and there wasn’t a whole hell of a lot I could do about it, at least not at that moment.
About six months later, I was in New Mexico and I took some stuff over to Arizona for an auction. I had my trailer and I looked Nikkie up. It took two days to find her [snicker]. That bitch got around! During that two days, I talked to several guys that had been fucking her pretty regular. She had gotten rid of the VD. Her boyfriend wasn’t anywhere around when I picked her up that time. I took her back to the trailer and I told her I wanted to do the hundred-dollar