Post by stillLOVEthedog on Jul 18, 2003 19:58:50 GMT -5
Over the next several minutes, he is seen stripping her naked, amusing himself by inserting a variety of household objects into the victim's vagina and then, smiling all the while as the camera rolls, raping her repeatedly. Throughout it all, she never moves a muscle, not even a twitch.
According to prosecutors, the muscle-bound Luster never went anywhere without a vial of gamma hydroxybutyrate, the notorious "date-rape drug" better known as GHB.
Easily extracted from a thingytail of caustic chemicals that any reasonably proficient high school science student could distil from paint thinner and lye, it mimics a compound found naturally in the brain that immobilises the muscles during deep sleep.
Small amounts, a mere drop or two, were once used to relax and dilate the cervix during childbirth. Larger quantities, however, produce an initial reaction almost indistinguishable from drooling drunkenness - which is how prosecutors say Luster made his move.
After spotting a likely prospect at a bar, he would slip a teaspoonful into her drink and then gallantly carry her to his car, assuring barmen and bouncers that she was in safe hands.
Who could have suspected that Luster's intentions were anything less than honourable?
The locals knew him as the rich kid who didn't have to work, the perpetual surfer seldom seen without his beloved German shepherd.
"This wasn't some creepy guy living behind a bush some place," says Santa Barbara Rape Crisis Centre's Grace Huerta. "This is a good-looking, wealthy, educated man."
Before he vanished, apparently after telling friends that the local district attorney's leaks to the press had robbed him of any chance of a fair trial, Luster had been insisting that the videos, far from d**ning him as a monster, were actually the proof that he was finally to do something productive with his life.
He had decided, he said, to become a professional pornographer and those home movies were mere rehearsals for the career to come. The girls were all conscious, he insisted, and if they weren't, then they had downed the GHB in the full knowledge that it would render them helpless.
"If these were rapes, do you think - does anyone think - I'd be crazy enough to leave the evidence lying around the house? Not even hidden away, but right there on my bookshelves?" Luster asked a reporter for The Daily Telegraph weeks after his arrest in July, 2000. "Everything you can see on those tapes is consensual. The case is a set-up."
Yeah, and so was using all of the household items inserted too....
According to prosecutors, the muscle-bound Luster never went anywhere without a vial of gamma hydroxybutyrate, the notorious "date-rape drug" better known as GHB.
Easily extracted from a thingytail of caustic chemicals that any reasonably proficient high school science student could distil from paint thinner and lye, it mimics a compound found naturally in the brain that immobilises the muscles during deep sleep.
Small amounts, a mere drop or two, were once used to relax and dilate the cervix during childbirth. Larger quantities, however, produce an initial reaction almost indistinguishable from drooling drunkenness - which is how prosecutors say Luster made his move.
After spotting a likely prospect at a bar, he would slip a teaspoonful into her drink and then gallantly carry her to his car, assuring barmen and bouncers that she was in safe hands.
Who could have suspected that Luster's intentions were anything less than honourable?
The locals knew him as the rich kid who didn't have to work, the perpetual surfer seldom seen without his beloved German shepherd.
"This wasn't some creepy guy living behind a bush some place," says Santa Barbara Rape Crisis Centre's Grace Huerta. "This is a good-looking, wealthy, educated man."
Before he vanished, apparently after telling friends that the local district attorney's leaks to the press had robbed him of any chance of a fair trial, Luster had been insisting that the videos, far from d**ning him as a monster, were actually the proof that he was finally to do something productive with his life.
He had decided, he said, to become a professional pornographer and those home movies were mere rehearsals for the career to come. The girls were all conscious, he insisted, and if they weren't, then they had downed the GHB in the full knowledge that it would render them helpless.
"If these were rapes, do you think - does anyone think - I'd be crazy enough to leave the evidence lying around the house? Not even hidden away, but right there on my bookshelves?" Luster asked a reporter for The Daily Telegraph weeks after his arrest in July, 2000. "Everything you can see on those tapes is consensual. The case is a set-up."
Yeah, and so was using all of the household items inserted too....
