STAN TAKES RENEE
PROLOGUE: HOW STAN GOT THE POWER
Stan Grimes was born with the curse of being unattractive to women. Since his teens he was overweight, and he was balding by the time he was in his early 20s. By the time of his late 30s-- the present-- he had rarely had any sexual contact with women, being ignored and avoided by most of them. And his job as custodian didn't exactly provide him enough money to regularly purchase the services of escorts, his only option for sexual contact with women who were actually attractive.
Hence, like too many men in his situation, he had grown bitter and resentful towards women. But there was nothing he could do about it, so he had no choice but to rely on fantasizing every time he saw a pretty young woman. It was all look and no touch for Stan, unless you counted touching himself while he imagined finding ways to force attractive young women to please him. It seemed that fate had dealt Stan a truly harsh hand of cards.
That is, until he found the ring. This is how it happened. To pass the time, Stan not only did the usual stuff like watching porn and playing video games, but he also had a hobby of studying Greek mythology and architecture. During those rare occasions when he saved enough to travel, he once found a discount on an online agency that allowed him a flight to Greece. His studies made note of an ancient temple to the Hellenic gods that stood partially in ruins near the base of the Pindus mountains and right alongside an infrequently visited trail in the woods.
Upon scoping what was left of that ancient temple Stan beheld crumbling statues, tarnishing bronze shields... and a ring made of a shiny blue metal on the base of what was left of a statue of Chronos, the Titan in Greek mythology whose Roman counterpart had his name given to the seventh planet in our solar system. The ring seemed to beckon to Stan, and upon picking it up he noticed that it had the Seal of Saturn symbol on it, the emblem of Chronos. When Stan slipped the ring on his finger, it immediately changed size to fit him perfectly, and that was the first sign that it was truly imbued with the power of this deity.
Upon focusing his will into the ring, Stan found that he could suspend time in limited areas around him, which effectively froze people in place. The effect left them unharmed and fully conscious, but he could also "freeze" their neural synapses to eliminate the memory of all that happened to them during the time they were "frozen."
This bubble of semi-suspended time kept people from moving while allowing their involuntary functions that kept them alive, including the blinking of their eyelids, intact. It also prevented anyone outside of the suspension field from entering or seeing what was happening "within", and modern surveillance technology could not seem to record anything occurring within it but found their circuitry "frozen" as well.
Stan immediately realized that with a bit of practice, he could "freeze" time around a small area where he met women he found attractive, either indoors or outdoors, and then touch them, get up their clothing, and even fuck them all he wanted without their ability to resist or move to escape. Moreover, no one else around them could move to defend them.
This provided him with the perfect means to have all the fun he wanted with any woman he wanted to touch. And the fact that they would be unable to move or resist during the ordeal yet remain perfectly conscious of what would be happening to them seemed like the perfect form of revenge.
The ring's ability to remove memories of what transpired during the time Stan froze women was imperfect, however, and some of them would regain that memory in the succeeding months. They could not prove what happened or find out who Stan really was, however, in part because none of his violations of women within a suspension field could be recorded on cam. So, they made a habit of writing these awful experiences down in journals, These were partly attempts to come to terms with these traumatic incidents, and partly to provide a record that might eventually be used against this man.
What follows is one such journal entry, written from the POV of one of the victims caught within Stan's time suspension fields.
CHAPTER 1: RENEE AND SHAWNDRA'S NIGHTMARE AT THE SUPERMARKET
My name is Renee, and I'm 20 years old. I'm trying to process what I suddenly remembered about that time my friend Shawndra and I went to that supermarket a few months ago. I can't prove it happened, but I know that it did because those lost memories that returned to me are very real. Maybe Shawndra is the luckier of the two of us, as she doesn't recall the horrid details of our encounter with that awful man who could freeze time--at least, not yet.
Shawndra is a girl I met during my freshman year in college, and we became friends who hung out now and then. She is very cute with shoulder length light brown hair, a slightly curvy body, a nice butt, and average boobs that I would say are about a 34C cup. Me, I always found myself rather average in the looks department despite having a slim body and longish golden blonde hair. My boobs are smaller than my friend's, about a 32C, not very impressive except to some guys who are into smaller tits.
It was a warm day in late spring when the two of us decided to carpool to get some mutually needed shopping done. Neither of us were interested in getting the attention of any guys that day, as both of us were very into our studies at the time and we only wanted to shop. The last thing we expected was to attract someone like--well, that man.
Despite our not wanting to attract any guy, because it was warm out that day Shawndra put on a halter top that showed the entire top half of her back. The front part happened to be tight enough to show off the shape of her boobs along with a moderate amount of cleavage. She wore jean shorts that were likewise tight enough to display the contours of her ass, with even a hint of camel toe in the front.
As for me, I put on a tank top that cropped to show my belly, and the upper part happened to be low enough to show a bit of cleavage of my smallish boobs. I had a small tube top underneath instead of a bra, so no straps would show in my tank, and also because it was simply more comfy for me in warm weather. I had on a denim skirt that showed most of my legs.
Again, we only intended to go into the store, grab a few items, and leave. That's all. As we walked through one of the aisles to get a case of spring water, however, we noticed this mousy fat man with unkempt hair (what he had of it), fairly slovenly clothes, and a leering smile standing several feet away from us. I could tell he was trying to peer down our tops as we bent over to look at the items on the lower shelves.
Both of our tops showed a good amount of boobage when we bent down, so I covered mine with my hand. When Shawnda got up and turned around, the man noticed all the skin showing on her upper back and this caused him to smile again.
I tapped her and whispered, "Shawnda, grab a few bottles and let's go. There's some creep staring at our bodies. I want to leave."
"Okay," she quickly replied and turned to do just that.
But then it happened. The man raised one of his fists to reveal a glittering blue ring that had an odd symbol on it, resembling a cross with something like a question mark minus the dot connected to the bottom of it. His forehead wrinkled a bit like he was concentrating hard and at that moment a bluish flash of light erupted from the ring to flood the entire aisle for a second or two.
