The New Neighbour Pt 01 1

The new neighbour -- Part 1

By OdieK

The following events occurred more than ten years ago and have been recreated from police records, testimony given in court as well as detailed written and recorded confessions by Vincent Harris including a sizeable collection of audio and video recordings made by Mr. Harris over fifty years of victimizing married women! The following account is provided by the husband of his second of last victim, Mrs. Amanda Prescott.

My name is George Prescott. My wife Amanda (who I would later learn was to be capture number three in our neighbourhood) and I had moved to a well-settled quiet neighbourhood almost twelve years ago. The original plan was to settle down and have kids. Unfortunately our focus on our careers brought that dream to an abrupt halt. Little did I know at the time that my beautiful wife's body would be targeted for the corruptive sexual exploits of others including a very wealthy old man who would pay exorbitant amounts to use her in any way he pleased.

Everyone in our neighbourhood was friendly and accommodating and either employed or in business for themselves (except for a few retirees). The neighbourly bonds were strong and everyone respected and looked out for one another. Throughout the summer months there were regular neighbourhood street parties held on warm summer Saturdays or at the home of rotating volunteers when the weather was not so accommodating. Everyone got along and we showed that camaraderie by helping each other whenever there was a need. It was a first-named-basis neighbourhood.

Almost everyone in the neighborhood was married -- some with kids and some without. I would say that the average age of an adult in the neighbourhood ranged from the mid-twenties to late-thirties/early forties but there were a handful of retirees in their sixties and older. When it hit the fan and things began to fall apart I had just turned thirty-eight and my wife Amanda thirty-four.

About a year earlier Mr. and Mrs. Owen who lived five houses down from us on the same side of the street put their house up for sale. They announced that Mr. Owen had retired and they had planned to move to Florida to live out their retirement years. We were all sorry to see them go and we held (you got it) a huge party to commemorate their new journey.

The Owen's home was purchased by a Mr. Vincent Harris who kept to himself at least for the first month and a half or so. Many nosy neighbours tried to learn more about him going so far as to knock on his door to welcome him to the neighbourhood with baskets of goodies, to leave him post-it notes with a number to call and a few other obvious and mundane attempts to learn more about the then elusive new neighbour. Unfortunately he rarely answered his door and, on the rare occasion that he did, he was quite dismissive claiming to be busy unpacking refusing any help. It became somewhat of an obsession to uncover some background about him. At the time no one seemed to have noticed that a number of surveillance cameras had been strategically placed around his home.

At the first block party after Mr. Harris moved in rumours began to circulate that he was previously from Fresno California, was seventy-four years old, had been married for over fifty years with his wife Emma having recently passed away which inspired the move to our neighbourhood. The source of the rumours was unclear but most thought it was David Fletcher (another neighbour) who was a local police officer who had likely searched police data banks for anything of importance. In any case it was unclear why Mr. Harris chose our neighbourhood but again it did not seem relevant at the time. No one in the neighbourhood knew him or anyone related to him. But many of us thought that he must have relatives living somewhere close by perhaps in another community. At this point it was mostly speculation.

We would eventually learn that the old man (as he came to be known) had chosen our neighbourhood for nefarious reasons that involved targeting extremely desirable married women, something that he had been doing successfully for decades. His method of attack was a mind control ability that was beyond anyone's understanding. It was his secret weapon that he would use to control and possess the targeted women who he would, once fully controlled and trained, turn over to longtime contacts for a tidy profit. The old man's ability however did not work on everyone and the only way for him to determine who was susceptible to his abilities was to be in close quarters with them. This meant living alongside them for as long as necessary and packing up and getting out of Dodge when the job was done. Unbeknown to us he had targeted multiple women in our neighbourhood.

We would later learn by experts that the old man's abilities resulted in his creating a temporary space in a victim's mind that he called a mind room that came equipped with a heavy impenetrable door and sturdy lock. Experts believed this fictional room was very real to a victim and that it appeared deep in a victim's subconscious. The mind control ability required a swift surprise attack on the victims' willpower and control center of the brain, subduing those elements aggressively, forcing them into the mind room and then securing it with a heavy mind lock. Once secured the old man would have total control of an individual with no concern of their willpower circumventing any behavior the old man would initiate.

He didn't take over a person's body but could effectively override their mental and emotional centers making them do whatever he wanted or instructing them to ignore or later forget what he would do to them. This was not hypnosis but something far more sinister. While the victims could pound on the mind door, like prisoners banging helplessly on jail cell bars, apparently few had the ability to do so accepting or simply resigned to their fate temporarily until freed from the captivity. In any case it would do little good to protest in any way except to act as an annoyance and distraction to the old man as he worked on the victim. Once the controlled behavior was no longer required the old man would simply wipe the memory of that behavior and cause the mind room to disappear. The victim would have no idea of what had happened as they resumed their normal life but deep down a transition had begun that would soon consume them and take over their lives. The result would be an individual reshaped and recreated to conform to a new lifestyle and reality.

The old man could cause the mind room to appear and disappear at will as a result of decades of practice and experience but it was dangerous for him to do so since he would lose control of the victim as soon as the room disappeared although there was a two or three second delay. In that brief period of time the victim could quickly launch a physical attack on him unless the victim had been previously physically subdued. The old man had learned this the hard way.

While the majority of his captures were married women he had, on occasion, to control some men specifically husbands. Losing control of husbands was dangerous since he would also be controlling their wives at the same time which he likened to juggling multiple balls at once. As a result his plans were always made to avoid interactions with husbands if possible which meant getting the women alone. Thankfully his age and frail looking condition often masked most womens innate ability to sense danger which allowed him to get physically and mentally close to them.

We learned that the mind control came with a set of rules that could not be changed. One rule was that the old man could maintain it as long as the victim was within a certain distance which was somewhere in the range of a little more than one-half mile or one kilometer. Beyond that the mind room simply vanished restoring the individuals' control. It was therefore always important that the old man take measures to wipe the memory of that individual before they crossed that distance threshold. He had rarely made a mistake ensuring that the victims were completely under his control from the initial capture to the eventual release. He had learned that he could not hold on to the victim indefinitely. The closer he was to them the stronger the connection and control.

The distance problem often interfered with adding subtle behavioral changes that amused and entertained the old man such as causing the women to wear revealing clothing and sometimes no clothing at all as they paraded themselves before bedroom windows to the delight of certain neighbours. One of his favourite practices was to increase the sexual activity between the women and their husbands by making them wear see through negligees and performing sexual acts that they would not otherwise have done. Over time the old man had learned that if he was persistent in having the women become more sexually active that the behavior slowly became ingrained as part of their everyday behavior. It was a fine line that required constant monitoring and the old man was exceptionally good at it.

These practices allowed the old man to move the women closer to sexual addiction and deviant behavior which were necessary to cross the nymphomania line -- the ultimate goal. Once nymphomania was reached a woman's rational actions and behavior were overwhelmed by a sexual need and desire that would consume them. The old man thought of this state as similar to a drug addict that, instead of drugs to appease the symptoms, would require orgasms -- the more frequent and stronger the better. The old man knew from experience that most people would not believe that the women among them who appeared in complete control of their lives could be converted to become true nymphomaniacs who would do whatever it would take to achieve the explosive sensations that orgasm brought them.

The old man had initially chosen three women that he knew from experience would be popular with his contact's clients. Their names were Samantha Goodman, Charlene Peters and Amanda Prescott. All three were married, in their thirties and none of them had any children although the old man would discover that all three were beginning to be receptive to the idea of raising a family. The old man had his own deviant rules of ethics and one was that pregnant women were off limits. If they became pregnant after they were turned over to his contact that was not his concern.

Online photos of the three women had been sent to his contact who had readily approved prepared to take any of the three beauties into their operation. The old man knew from experience that maybe only one of the three would be susceptible and maybe two if was extremely lucky but the chances of all three were slim. Time will tell he thought. The old man felt lucky as he headed for the basement of his home to complete preparations.

His one and only client provided him with dark-web irregular contacts to inform him of the progress of recent captures. Two nights previous he had sat in his soundproof basement viewing short videos sent to him concerning the progress of a Mrs. Barbara Henrick a thirty-six-year-old, busty, long-legged, blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty who had been a high school teacher in Portland, Oregon. She and her husband William had been trying to have a child when the old man moved into their neighbourhood. The old man smiled to himself when he learned how susceptible she was and how he twisted her desire to become pregnant into the catalyst that slowly ratcheted up her sexuality from infrequent boring pleasure with her husband, to sexual addiction, sexual deviation and finally to nymphomania. Little did she know that the old man had been able to control her husband and had captured him one evening and immediately given him a long-lasting injection that acted as a pregnancy blocker ensuring that the chances of pregnancy were zero.

The old man had had to watch Barbara carefully towards the end as her nymphomania surfaced with a roar and had her actively seeking out male attention which she lured in with short skirts and cleavage that revealed part of her sizable aureoles. At that point her husband had been unable to meet her increasing sexual demands and had begun to look into hiring a private detective to follow her convinced that she was screwing around. The old man had laughed at that assessment. Screwing around he thought, she had been initiating full scale orgies taking on three or four men at a time and there was no shortage of men willing to participate in the degradation of this beautiful woman. The old man's client had to intervene to whisk her away before things got out of hand and it was close. After all they had created the new Mrs. Henrick and they would not stand by while she gave it away for free. Her sexual escapades were a great cover story to justify her disappearance. Her husband and the police gave up looking for her a few months later convinced she wanted a new life of her own and did not want to be bothered by anyone.

The old man sat back and watched the first video clip of the new Mrs. Henrick. He was already rock hard as he watched the camera focus on her bare back from the waist up as she undulated her upper body to someone seated on a leather couch. The old man couldn't make out the seated individual but imagined that whoever it was must have enjoyed quite a show as Mrs. Henrick's breasts were moving tantalizingly from side to side as she swayed sensuously to music that she could only hear. On each sideways undulation the side of a full rounded breast became momentarily visible.

The camera moved back and to the side revealing her naked glory except for the wedding ring which adorned her hand and likely added to the attention she would receive. She had been straddling the man on the couch who was now visible. The lecherous desire on his face clearly visible as his hands held on to her hips which never stopped moving. She began to raise and lower herself. The man groaned. She was fucking him he thought. He knew from personal experience of training her how tight she was. He also knew and appreciated that his client only set-up these "promotional" videos with well-hung men who were preferably black as was this man who he was told was only nineteen years old. His contact added that apparently the young man was a former student of the luscious Mrs. Hendrik before dropping out and finding himself wrapped up in the underground adult film market. The old man thought that it must have been a dream come true to find himself in that position...

For the next few minutes the old man watched his latest capture push back slightly and gradually begin to furiously slam herself up and down on the young man as her controlling passion grew to levels that quickly consumed her. He watched her scream out the first of many orgasms. The young man's face twisted as he struggled to maintain control as the orgasm ripped through the married beauty. She slowed and rested her head on his chest for a moment catching her breath before climbing off and moving to the floor on her hands and knees turning her body to present her sexy backside to the young man with a look to him of pure lust and desire. The young man quickly moved behind her and wasted no time in thrusting deep. The old man wasn't sure if the young man was fucking her pussy or ass but either way she was revelling in the attention screaming out a second orgasm moments later after he reached under her writhing body clearly working her overly sensitive clitoris. The camera focused on her beautiful face which was twisted in lust as she came a third time as the young man emptied into her each spurt causing her to tremble. Another job well done he thought shutting off the television.

While watching the video the old man received an e-mail from his contact. Congratulations V it began, advertising successful. Lots of new business. C very busy. Standing room only, 😊

The old man knew that C (short for recent capture) would attract a lot of attention. She had gone from a regular housewife to a nymphomaniac in less than six weeks, a personal record. The old man was convinced that, deep down, she was always a nympho and that all he had done was to let that behavior rise to the surface while feeding on her desire to have children which increased her willingness for more and more sex. The old man through repetition had her believe that any sexual act would help make her pregnant and the more aggressive of her participation in that act the better the chances. The old man didn't realize that the intensity of that desire would drive her to many other men of all ages. In reality the old man had temporarily lost control of the voluptuous wife.

The old man was not always privy to the mental impact of his mind control tactics and training. For example he didn't know that Barbara Henriks like many of the other captures experienced waves of guilt, shame and humiliation once the extreme sex and multiple orgasms of each client were over. Mrs. Hendriks struggled to recall her previous life the memories of which were always just out of reach. She often found herself staring at her wedding ring and running her hand along her flat stomach searching for signs of life which puzzled her cloudy memory. She struggled to recall a husband. Her clients did not carry such worries -- to them the act was conquering a voluptuous married woman who had broken her marital vows. During these brief periods those feelings quickly disappeared as the nymphomania returned with a vengeance which she was completely unable to control.

The old man possessed one other secret weapon which was his libido. It had not changed in sixty years. He sported a porn star erection that measured a bit more than eight inches when fully erect which was most of the time. He was a master at using his sexual prowess on his many victims most of whom had never experienced an erection of that size or a man with the abundance of sexual experience that he possessed let alone his phenomenal stamina and endurance. It was a driving force that would help him push his captures to the state of nymphomania with each training session.

At the second regular monthly party after Mr. Harris moved in we learned that Mrs. Samantha Goodman who everyone called Sam, one of our neighbours, was the only person to have actually made it past the old man's front door. What we didn't know was that my wife Amanda had knocked on the new neighbour's door a week before Sam. Even though Amanda was the old man's personal favourite he did not open the door when his surveillance cameras caught her talking to two women in front of his house pushing strollers. The old man had cursed up a storm realizing that it was too risky to let her in with witnesses close at hand. He didn't need police to begin joining the dots with too much evidence that pointed in his direction. He had talked himself into being patient which helped him control those lost opportunities. His patience was rewarded when a few days later Sam Goodman knocked on his door. The old man's cameras detected no one in the area to have seen her knock on his door. With confidence he opened the door, greeted her and led her into his home.

Sam would describe the old man as scrawny, weighing less than a hundred pounds, about five foot six, with a white-haired comb-over but with penetrating dark brown eyes that seemed almost black. She told us that he had a surprising deep voice and a commanding tone.

Sam is a beautiful curvy early thirties blonde with long legs which she always shows off to her advantage with the many knee-length dresses and tight shorts she wears. She also has a very enjoyable looking backside -- her most enjoyable attribute were a survey to be conducted although her large shapely breasts would be a close second. Many of the men listening to her account of the old man at the party understood why she would have been invited in. She described the old man as pleasant but a bit standoffish which she said she understood upon learning that his wife of fifty plus years had recently passed away -- a flagrant lie. Nevertheless she told us that he had invited her in and happily accepted the gift basket telling her that he was now officially moved in. On hearing this account we all felt sorry for him.