Sorry this has taken so long to complete, but I've been distracted by a willing lady my age. Funny how that activity always seems to get in the way of other creative work.
As usual, comments are welcome, and if signed, will be acknowledged. Enjoy. Jb7
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(from somewhere in South Central Illinois)
Bitsy was just closing the dishwasher when the doorbell rang. "Ron, can you get that?" she called to her husband. When there was no answer, she mouthed a vulgarity to herself, questioning both Ron's cleanliness and parentage, and hurried to the door. At the same time she opened the door, she turned on the porch light, revealing a small crowd of five men and one woman waiting to be let in.
"Hey, Nell; Lorenz? I thought you were out on the road with that show of yours. I hadn't heard you were back in town already. Who's with you?"
Lorenz answered her, "Good evening, Bitsy. These are some colleagues of mine. We need to talk to Ron, if he's at home."
"He damn well better still be home. C'mon in. I'll see if I can roust him out for you. How are you all enjoying the great weather we're having this week?"
"It has been great, Bits," replied Nell. "How are things going at the restaurant?"
"Slow, but this time of year..." she replied. "Ron, you got company!" she called upstairs.
Upstairs, in the bathroom, Ron Gorwinike jumped when he heard his wife call him. He carefully slid his foreskin back over the third of his glans he had exposed with a lot of pain. Three days ago, Sunday, at daybreak, he had awoken on the floor of the motel room where he had assaulted Nell, naked and alone.
He remembered opening the door and letting Jim and Butch into the room, then approaching Nell lying on the bed. When he came to, there had been a small pool of blood on the floor under his dick head, and his prick was still so sore he could barely touch it.
Even worse was the pain when he dressed. With his jockeys on, the pressure was unbearable. Without them, the friction of his pants or boxers rubbing on the head of his dick was just as bad if not worse. When he drove home that day, the only way he could drive was to unzip and pull his dick out through his fly. Thank god it was early Sunday morning and there wasn't any traffic. He drove super cautiously, not wanting to attract any police attention.
During that drive, the swelling and trauma to his corona resulted in extra blood flow to his penis, adding weight and girth. All that weight and girth was resting on the metal zipper teeth of his jeans; resting and rubbing, wearing away tiny pieces of skin, creating an irritation and an abrasion. By the time he got to his driveway, it was oozing blood.
He had been able to sneak in the house without disturbing his wife. Since then, he had been able to hide the damage from her, but the slowness in healing was beginning to worry him.
"Who in hell would be calling this time of night? It's nearly eight o'clock. Could be Jim or Butch; neither of them seem to have any sense of time when it comes to dropping in." He carefully tucked himself into his pants and zipped them up. "Be right down," he called.
Lorenz paused and had a drink of the beer which had appeared at his side earlier. He thought for several seconds, then continued. "I'm not proud of what I did that night, and truthfully, I may have made a mistake. It went on that night, the next day and into the evening. "Bitsy was worn out and sore. Ron was in pain, both physical and psychological.
"I had increased her sensitivity to pleasure, and increased her ability to withstand pain. Besides that, I had altered her response to pleasure so that when she climaxed, she screamed as if she were in pain. When she was feeling pleasure, beginning to come, she responded by pushing her partner away and yelling "No! No! No!" Whenever she yelled no, Ron experienced a stabbing, squeezing pain in his scrotum; when she came and screamed, it felt as if his rectum was being penetrated by something the size of a beer can, which then disappeared until her next scream so he never got used to the sensation."
Lorenz smiled grimly. "The four members of the troupe who were with me began to use Bitsy after I went round robin on her."
"Round Robin?" asked Erica.
"Mouth, vagina, anus, mouth," replied Lorenz. "However, when the first one finished with her anus, there was already someone using her mouth, so he moved to Ron and forced him to clean a very dirty member. That became part of their routine for the rest of the session. I put a block on the son of a bitch so he couldn't bite anyone in response to his pain.
"I gave Bitsy the power to sustain the erections of Jim and Butch so they could have sex with her, as long as Ron was there to watch them. They each had two nights alone with her, and then they both attended to her two nights a week. Once a month, their wives and lovers of the moment came along. After what I can only assume were massive fuckfests, Ron cleaned them all up.
"That went on for eighteen years. A few weeks after Nell was assaulted, I arranged for my disappearance, and went to live on the farm so I could monitor Ron's progress. I hadn't given him any choice about raising the child, whom they called Sonny.
"It appeared that Ron had taken an interest in the boy. They spent quite a lot of time together after Sonny entered school. I should have monitored them more closely. He became a bully; and worse, it was psychological bullying in addition to physical bullying. He was a large child, as Kirk can tell you. Around adults and authorities, teachers, etc, he was polite and seemingly obedient and helpful. Away from them, he was everything but. Except sexually.
"Ron was able to instill a contemptuous attitude toward women in the lad, which combined with his tendency to manipulate and bully weaker individuals, eventually led to the transgressions which necessitated Kirk's intercession.
"Nell chanced upon what I believe was his first attempt. She was running along a track in the park in the town and heard a young woman's shout cut off. When she investigated, she found Sonny and the woman struggling. When she tried to intercede, Sonny blasted her with the same energy bolt he tried to use on Kirk and Erica. Because Nell was not expecting anything, she was caught unawares and rendered unconscious.
"Sonny must have thought she was dead because he fled the area and ran to Center City where he obtained a job with one of the colleges tending the golf course. Using his mental powers, he talked his supervisor into letting him move into a little used shed on the grounds until he found a place to live. As we discovered, it became his base of operations.
"We discovered his mentalist powers are minimal, but, in the wrong hands, dangerous. He had the power of occlusion, the power to confuse the targeted individual. In him it ranged from the minimal expression he used to trap his victims to the mind blast with which he assaulted Nell. It can be fatal.
"He also either was born with, or developed the ability to hypnotize, which he used to terrorize his victims, and program them for future subjugation, either by himself or by his ally, his father, Ron.
"His father learned about the assault on Nell and guessed where his son would go. He followed him, and when he located Sonny, essentially coached him in his assaults and post assault programming. I learned it was his plan to locate the girls after Sonny prepared them, and using the post hypnotic programming, prostitute them. Needless to say, that won't be happening; both Ron and Sonny have been 'neutralized,' permanently."
