The New Neighbour Pt 03 1

The new neighbour -- Part 3

Jim had taken Sam to Colorado after a recommendation from their doctor who, after talking to and examining her, concluded that she might be suffering from a mild form of stroke that had somehow altered her behavior. Their doctor always found Sam attractive but was at a loss to explain her uncomfortable attitude towards him. If her husband had not been in the room he believed that Sam, who he had known for over ten years and who was twenty years his junior, would have provoked a sexual encounter with him. A specialist in Colorado was recommended. On their first night of their two-day road trip they stayed overnight at a motel/bar along the highway. Jim couldn't get Sam to say more than a few words at a time so he gave up trying and they drove most of that day in silence.

They checked in and retired to their room. Jim was really worried about her as she went to bed and turned away from him. He sighed and fell fast asleep hoping there wouldn't be another round of screaming from his beautiful wife. He had left her a couple of sleeping pills to help her get a night of rest but was unaware that she had not taken them.

Around three in the morning Jim woke up to go to the washroom and noticed that she was not in bed. He raced to the bathroom and found she was not there. He checked around the room and found her purse and phone which she always took with her. He began to panic. He quickly dressed and raced out of the room. He stopped and listened for anything unusual hearing only the music from the adjacent bar. He ran over to the bar and went in. There was an older man behind the counter tending to customers and two men in rumpled business suits drinking beer.

Jim marched up to the bartender and asked if he had seen a blonde early thirties in the last few hours. The bartender smiled at first until he realized that this man was likely her husband. "Ughhh...not sure," he stuttered.

"Hey buddy," one of the suits called out. "Blonde, a real looker, big tits and a perfect ass?"

Jim marched up to the man, "you better be careful pal," he said angrily, "that's my wife you're talking about."

"Uhh...sorry man...I didn't know. We thought she was a pro you know what I mean."

Jim turned angrily to the bartender. "WHERE IS SHE?" he yelled.

The bartender was at a loss for words and just stood there.

"I am not going to ask you again before I call the police," he threatened.

"Okay! Okay! Take it easy," he said, "she's in room 222."

Jim and Sam had checked in on the first floor. He raced out of the bar and to the stairs leading to the second floor. He checked the posted room layout and raced towards room 222. He stood in front of the door ready to knock when he heard his wife screaming. He was about to bust down the door when the scream was followed by her yelling, "yahhhh fuck me like that. Ohhhh that's good...I'm going to come again." Then Jim heard a man's voice, "you fucking beautiful bitch you're squeezing me dry." Another man's voice said, "C'mon Pete it's my turn. Sam screamed that she was coming and all Jim could hear were voices moaning and groaning.

"You up for a little three-way action?" another male voice asked.

In a voice he had never heard before Jim heard his wife say in a low seductive voice, "bring it on lover-boy."

A minute or two of shuffling and the sound of clothes being removed followed then silence and a resumption of moans, groans, and slapping flesh as three male voices encouraged her on. Jim was in total shock. There was a large window with the blinds drawn but Jim noticed light peeking through one corner. He quickly moved to the corner and looked in. He would never forget that scene. His beautiful wife was naked on her hands and knees with one man behind her fucking her ass while a man beneath her played with her tits while moving his hips up and down clearly impaling her from below. The third man stood at the end of the bed with a long hard penis moving into and out of her mouth.

"We hit the fucking jackpot with this one," the man being blown said to the others who grunted their agreement. The man below her thrust up as hard as he could and was rewarded with a pussy clench that unleashed a spurting stream into her. The man on the bottom managed to say, "worth every damm dime." Jim stood their watching the four for the next ten minutes as Sam drained each of them screaming and grunting with each orgasm she experienced. Jim moved away in complete shock and walked back to their room devastated. She returned to the room a little after 6:00am smelling of her own sexual secretions, semen, and alcohol. They never spoke of what had happened.

The following day there was only silence in the car as they left the hotel. Jim was at a complete loss while Sam's mind played the previous night's action with the three men over and over which had raised her arousal to new heights. She squeezed her thighs together tightly but it was not enough. She craved a long hard cock. She cursed the old man for doing this to her.

Not more than a hundred miles from their Colorado destination on a flat stretch of barren highway they were forced off the road by two large SUVs. Jim was knocked out by two burly men. The last thing he remembered was Sam screaming.

Some time later he felt someone lifting him off the ground and placing him on a gurney. His eyes focused on flashing red and blue lights.

"Give me a minute Joe," a voice said. Jim looked up at a state police officer who asked him what had happened. Jim told him how they had been forced off the road and he had been attacked. Suddenly Jim looked hard at the police officer, "Is my wife alright?"

"Your wife?" the police officer responded. "You're the only one we found here."

"No, that can't be possible," he yelled lowering his head to his hands and sobbing uncontrollably.

Jim led the police back to the hotel where they interviewed the bartender, the two suits and the three men last seen with her. No one had any idea what had happened and none of them mentioned their sexual encounter with Sam. The police informed Jim that they were actively looking for her and prepared to arrest anyone involved on kidnapping charges. They never found her.

Back at the police station the officer who had questioned Jim was talking to a detective in the sex crimes unit and learned that that particular stretch of highway had experienced similar kidnappings over the last decade with fourteen women unaccounted for. The detective showed the officer the photos. "Wow!" he said, "they are all lookers." "...and all married...or were married," the detective said. "From what we have heard every single one of them experienced something that...well...turned them from respectable women into nymphomaniacs just before their disappearance. At first we thought it was some new drug but that turned into a dead end. We still don't know what happened. The sexual crimes unit believed that the women were sold as sex slaves with the chances of recovering them almost zero. The police were oblivious to the fact that the Colorado highway kidnappings were a rival group to the old man's client but that they operated in a similar fashion but used drugs to force compliance and sexual addiction.

Back in the old neighbourhood while we were preparing for the upcoming monthly block party the old man was on the dark web communicating with his longtime contact.

"It is done," the voice said.

"I told you that she was something!" the old man said.

"She is already proving her value as we speak," he added grunting as glassy-eyed Sam loudly sucked on his thick penis while the son of the caller, a teenage boy, ate her pussy. The boy thought that he had rarely had one so juicy and looked forward to enjoying her while she stayed with them which he knew would not be for very long.

"We will wire the funds when we receive the video package," he added.

"It is on the way now," the old man said.

"Any new prospects?"

"A couple," the old man began, "with one in particular that you will really enjoy."

"We have never doubted your abilities and promises. We cannot wait!"

Over the next two weeks the old man laid low as a precaution. He felt confident that no one in the neighbourhood was drawing any conclusions about the recent departure of Jim and Sam and his move into the neighbourhood.

During those two weeks he settled into his man cave which was the custom-made finished basement with a moving wall that hid his collection of equipment and videos. He settled back in a comfortable leather chair replaying the Sam tapes on his over-sized flat screen tv. He had marvelled at the perfection of her body which he, at times, had treated like a valuable instrument, learning how to satisfy her in ways she had never dreamed. He particularly enjoyed watching her on the sybian and fucking machine.

He smiled to himself at how vocal she was during the sessions. Her moans and groans were an aphrodisiac by themselves. One of the main reasons why he had chosen this house was that the previous owner loved loud music while he worked at wood-making in a basement shop. His wife and neighbours had insisted that he sound-proof the basement with the latest technology. The result was a basement where she could have screamed her head off all day long and no one would have heard a thing. The former wood-making shop was now what the old man just called the "sex shop" where he indoctrinated and video-taped his targets.

The old man experienced an unusual momentary regret when thinking that Sam would never have children. Her new owners would never allow pregnancy to disrupt her servicing clients. Over many decades only a few of the women were mothers and they were used by a select group who got off on sex with pregnant women. The old man presumed that the fathers simply took care of the kids and went on with their lives.

After a couple of weeks of laying low the old man responded to a knock on his front door. He cautiously approached and leaned into the peephole half expecting to see the police. He relaxed when he saw that it was one of the neighbours. He opened the door...

"Howdy neighbour," the man standing at the door announced holding out his right hand, "I'm Bill Thompson. I live on the other side of the road a few houses down."

The old man quickly assessed Bill Thompson after shaking his hand. "Early forties, about fifty pounds overweight evidenced by the extended beer belly and soft sweaty pudgy hands. Friendly and clueless... just the way the old man liked them.

"I don't believe we've met," Bill said.

"No we haven't," the old man said, "I'm Vincent Harris. You can call me Vince."

"Well Vince I just wanted to come by and invite you to our monthly block party. It's being held at my place this Saturday. I hope that you can find some time to join us."

The old man couldn't have been happier. He had been looking for an opportunity to get a closer look at all of his neighbours particularly the married women he had targeted. He needed to determine who was an additional potential target and who he could control. He hoped that intended targets were controllable but that was never a guarantee. Sometimes he had to settle for a less appealing target as a result.

"I would be more than happy to attend Bill," he said reaching in to Bill's mind.

"That would be..." Bill began before he lost concentration.

The old man released him seconds later. "Bill! Are you okay?"

"Yah! Not sure what happened there but just lost focus for a second. I'm sure it's nothing that a bit of sleep or a few Budweiser's can't cure," he said laughing and patting his extended belly.

"See you at the party Vince," Bill said as he turned and walked back home.

"Interesting," thought the old man. He did not often test his abilities on men but realized that there could be an advantage to controlling them such as preventing any interference with their wives if necessary.