To say that this was a strange scene would be to underestimate this situation in a very dramatic way. The same goes for the group of people present. Normally, on a weekday, on a normal working day, you would never find the people who are present here all in the same place at the same time. Maybe, just maybe, on a special occasion, but even then. What was even stranger was that they were all standing around a bed with a man's corpse on it. Okay, now you could have said that it was a fairly large room with the bed in the middle, so the large group of people could have gathered around the bed and around the corpse. But no, it was in the middle of a field, and in addition to the people who were there, there were a bunch of cows strolling around, doing their cow thing, here and there.
The first one to arrive and find the bed and the body was a local farmer. There had been a violent tornado in the area, and the man had immediately taken his rusty pickup truck to check on his cows after the storm had passed. He was the one who had discovered the bed and the body. The sight had confused him, and then he had stared at the blue screen of death for a few minutes until his brain came back online, and he had grabbed his cell phone to call 911. From that point on, there had been a cascade of phone calls. After looking at the body for a few minutes, the same thing happened every time someone showed up at the scene. There would be a cell phone grab and a phone call to someone higher up the ladder.
The first to arrive on the scene was an ambulance with two paramedics. They had called the fire department a few minutes later because they were going to need help with the body that was found on the bed. That they would need help after just one look at the body, that was a given. A ladder truck with six firefighters showed up. A few minutes later, their immediate supervisor, a lieutenant, was called. He showed up, looked at the scene, went through the same thought process as his predecessors, and called his boss, a captain, who called the fire chief. In the meantime, the police had arrived. Two men in uniform had done exactly the same thing as their fire department counterparts, and so the hierarchy was called, step by step. First two detectives, then the lieutenant, a captain, and finally the chief of police. This whole gang was now standing in the middle of a cow pasture, looking at the aforementioned bed and corpse. The strange thing was that there was no activity. No one seemed to be doing anything other than just staring at what was in the middle of the field. Apparently, not a single brain present could figure out what to make of the situation or how to proceed.
In the middle of the field, the frame of an antique cast-iron bed stood neatly on its legs. The only thing on the bed was the corpulent body of a man. The sheets, blankets, pillows, and whatnot were gone. Just a naked body. Well, naked was not quite right. The corpse was adorned with fishnet stockings, was apparently wearing a rather large-looking, rather antique bra and black panties that would not have been out of place if this were the 1930s, wore a leather mask that covered the upper half of his face, and had a ball in his mouth that was attached with a leather strap. A fairly common toy in the S&M world to gag someone and prevent them from speaking. The man was spread-eagle, secured to the antique bed frame with sturdy handcuffs. What was most striking was that inside the corpse's anus were the remains of what must have once been another sex toy, a strap-on. None of the attendants had said the words, but they had all thought the same thing:
"That's the biggest fucking dildo I've ever seen..."
The problem is that a strap-on is not a toy to be used alone; it has to involve someone other than yourself, hence the name strap-on. Only in this case, there was no trace of the person who was supposed to be wearing this toy, well, toy...
Finally, it was a firefighter who opened his mouth:
"I don't know... But God must have seen what happened and thought: "Da Fuck, NO! This isn't happening! He made a local tornado appear, destroyed just that one trailer, blew out whoever might have been wearing that strap-on, lifted up the bed with our mayor and all, and flicked it here in this meadow, making sure that the dildo, or is it a traffic cone, stayed up his ass..."