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Their reactions were predictable, but as they came around, I moved to the center of the room, and in full view of the entire assemblage, affixed a silencer to the pistol I’d brought along for the occasion. Their fear immediately calmed them down enough to listen to me, the man who literally held their lives in his hands. If possible, I intended to recruit the men’s wives' assistance in the administration of their husbands’ punishment.
In my best Yiddish character, I began to tell a story, about a young Jewish girl named Jesse, who was among those victimized by the men. That part of the story was true, and a convenient red herring concerning my identity. After describing her rape, and eventual suicide, as told to my “researchers,” I told them about having identified the missing member and supposed host of the gathering, and having had him beaten by hired thugs, until the man confessed the crime, naming all of the other conspirators.
I told them that he had admitted having been part of the same type of crime, along with those men, on several occasions. Then I told them that I'd killed the man, and come after the rest. Admittedly, much of that tale was fabricated, but it suited my purposes for them to believe it. Finally, I opened a sheet of paper, and read a list of names of the women who had been raped by the group of men.
“These women were all victims of the same kind of abuse from these men,” I told their wives. I folded the paper and returned it to my pocket and grimly asked them, “What do you think I should do with them, hmmmm?”
The women, who had listened wide-eyed to my story, looked to their husbands to deny the accusations, but the men refused to meet their eyes. The fear that had been on the women’s faces gradually changed to confusion, then anger at, and finally, hatred for their men.
When they'd had enough time to come to grips with the situation, I told the men that they might as well be dead already, that any of them that still had a pulse after I left, would have very little else going for them.
"This is for Jesse. It will do no good to bring in the police. I will be far away, in another country before they could find me,” I told them.
Turning to the women, I made my pitch to them.
“You can be part of the punishment of these men if you want. If not, that‘s okay. No hard feelings, they will just be left to die anyway, so no big deal.”
Each of the women had themselves been frequently mistreated by their respective husbands, but had felt helpless to do anything about it. Finding out about the rapes had pissed them off royally. They all agreed to help.
Turning back to the men, I identified the ring leaders and assigned each man a relative amount of responsibility for the past events. In my mind I ordered their punishments, so that those who had more of the responsibility were last in the sequence to be punished. I wanted the leaders to see, over and over again, what was going to happen to them.
I opened my bag again, and withdrew a vial and a syringe.
“Remember the botulism scare in the seventies?” I asked my audience. “You know, all that tomato soup that had to be boiled uncovered for ten solid minutes, because some folks died?’
I saw several heads nodding, so I went on.
“Well, this substance is the same as the toxin that was in that soup. It comes from a bacterium that I am told is named Clostridium Botulanum. It seems to be related somehow to the one that causes Tetanus.
“Anyway, there is a lot of research going on with the botulin toxin, and it shows a lot of promise for medical uses. The way I’m going to use it here today, has no medical benefit for you.”
I filled the syringe with a minute amount of the toxin. One by one, I went to each of the men, and administered the shots to several critical points in their nervous systems. As we waited for the toxin to do its work, I spoke to the ladies.
“In a few minutes these men will be paralyzed and voiceless, as well as unable to close their eyelids. For the moment, they are still able to achieve an erection, but that, alas will be a temporary condition. They will, however, be able to see, hear, and feel pain. These effects will be permanent and irreversible. To survive, these men will have to have constant care.”
Turning to the women, I said “Your part in their punishment, if you wish, is to enjoy sex with men of my choosing, in full view of your incapacitated husbands. Whether you chose to help or not, you will remain restrained until I am done, and you will be released as I depart. Any who wish to refrain from participating, please tell me now.”
Surprisingly, no one opted out.
I excused myself and returned to the suite‘s sitting area. I called the number for the bar where my team of college boys were waiting, and asked for Harry. Moments later, I recognized the voice of the young man who was acting as my liaison with the team. I told him the room number, and that the boys should arrive in groups of two or three, separated by a few minutes. Five minutes later, I let three of them in, and told them to sit on the sofa until the others arrived.
I had recruited ten boys, but there were twelve who showed up, and some were getting a little impatient by the time they had all arrived. Nonetheless, they were mostly well- behaved.
“Okay guys,” I said, “we all know what you’re here for. Lest there be any confusion on your parts, this is going to be an orgy. There are some rules, though, and you shouldn’t underestimate my ability to enforce them.” Several of the guys gasped as I showed them the handgun.
“Now here’s the deal. Everyone will get to leave here unharmed, as long as we all obey the rules. Nobody has to participate, but nobody leaves until the party is over. Any of you who have changed your mind about getting laid, please go into that room, and watch TV for awhile,” I said, pointing to one of the unoccupied bedrooms.
“Anyone who is body-shy should also go with them,” I added. “If it bothers you to be naked in front of others, or to have people see you fucking, you shouldn’t be here anyway.” Nobody moved, so I continued.
“Okay,” I said, “here are the rules. First is, everybody but me has to get naked.”
There was some grumbling about “Where are the girls?” and “Is this guy some kind of pervert, or what?”
“Look,” I said, “We’ve already been over this. You don’t want to get naked, go watch TV. The girls are here, and they’ll come out when I bring them, not before. I‘ll explain some after we finish going over the rules.” Still nobody opted out, and eventually all of the boys were naked. I was pleased to see that most of them were well hung, and apparently ready to rock.
“Okay, so the second rule is, nobody does anything they don’t want to do. No forcing, understand?” I put my hand on my pocket, and the boys nodded furiously.
“Third, if you get tired of fucking and want to drop out, you go watch TV in that room until I decide everybody is done.”
“Fourth, other than the TV room and the bathroom,” I indicated where that was, “Nobody leaves this room until I say so. There‘s plenty to eat and drink on the counter over there.”
“Finally, when I say it’s over, it’s over, understand?” I finished, grimly. The boys understood and acknowledged.
“Now let me tell you why I’m doing this…” I opened the door slightly, to the bedroom where my guests were being kept, and started up a cock-and-bull tale wherein I represented a support group for victims of paralyzed men. These men, it seems were unable to achieve erection, except by watching their wives get fucked by others. It worked better if the wife in question took on several at once.
Yeah, it was a dumb story, but it worked. College boys right? Horny? Willing to accept any story that gets them a piece of ass? Anyway, they bought it, and my leaving the door cracked let the wives know what was going on.
I told the boys to sit down, and wait, while I brought in the first couple. Entering the room I approached the first of my ranked list of wives, whose name was Veronica, and quietly asked, “Are you ready and willing to help?”
She nodded, and I told her, and the others, that I had no intention of raping them, or allowing anyone else to do so, but that if they wanted, each of them could have sex with any number of the college boys, in full view of her soon-to-be impotent husband. Again she nodded.
I moved her husband into the wheelchair, and rolled him out into the sitting room, where he could see the action. Returning to the bedroom, I released his wife’s bonds, and helped her to undress. She had a nice body, and really tested my resolve. Originally, I had intended to have sex with each of the wives, myself, but decided that the gain in satisfaction didn’t justify the inherent risks.
She accompanied me gracefully into the sitting room, and smiled at each of the waiting boys, who had been nervously glancing over at her husband in the meantime.
“Does he really want to watch?” one of the boys asked, incredulous.
“Yes, he does,” she affirmed, “and I’m sure that you boys will give a good accounting of yourselves for him.”
Having said that, she approached the nearest boy and pulled him to his feet. The boy reacted appropriately, taking her into his arms and kissing her. She let it go on for awhile, then backed off.
“Please don’t be offended, but I’m not looking for romance. I’m doing this because of my husband, and we need to get me wet and ready to fuck!”
The boys obliged, and soon the very pretty wife had hands, lips, and cocks touching her everywhere. One of the younger boys was actually the first to plug into her pussy, but he soon found himself on his back as another dick plugged her butt, and yet another, her mouth. She even had a cock in each hand, jacking them off as best she could. Those who couldn’t get their dicks into something of hers, right away, kept hard by jacking themselves while they waited their turn.
I walked over to her husband and asked quietly, “Does it remind you of anything? I’ll bet she’s having more fun than the girls in the dorm did!” He didn’t answer, of course. I noticed that he seemed to getting an erection while watching his wife.
“You really do like to watch her fucking other men, don’t you?” I observed. “Well, maybe she’ll let you do that when you get back home…”
After all the boys had had a chance to get their rocks off once with Veronica, I called a temporary halt, saying, “Come on guys, we have several more ladies who need attention tonight.”
I took Veronica by the hand and led her back into the room where her compatriots and their husbands waited. Closing the door, I gently forced her to sit on the bed, and I replaced her shackles and gag.
“I’m sorry I have to do this…” I said, “you’ve been very cooperative… but this is the way it has to be until the party is over.” Then I returned to the sitting room to retrieve her husband.
I found that the boys had decided to check him out while I was gone, and they were amazed to discover that he had a real erection! I grinned. That only helped back up my story.
“Sit down boys, we have a lot to do this evening…” I said, and they moved back to the couch. I wheeled the husband back into the room as well.
Moving him to the bed, I didn’t bother to replace his bonds. He wasn’t going anywhere. The others watched as I unzipped his trousers and let his erection spring through the opening. This was convenient. I again retrieved the syringe and toxin, and injected a small amount into the trunk nerve serving the glans of the penis, then another, slightly larger shot directly to the prostate finished the job. He had had his last erection… ever… and now would be unable to feel any sensation from having his penis rubbed.
As I went about my business, I described to the others what I was doing, and what the effect would be. I was almost moved to quit, when I saw the silent tears running down the men’s faces, but then I thought, payback is a bitch! Some of the ladies seemed to be uncomfortable with the permanence of my work, so I offered them yet another chance to opt out of contributing to the punishment. None of them did, though.
I approached the next wife, who was Delia. “You know the game now. Do you still want to help?” She nodded vigorously, so I prepped her husband and then came back for her. “Last chance to back out,” I said. She just smiled around the gag.
I released her bonds, and she got undressed. Looking at Veronica, she asked, “Why didn’t you let her put her clothes back on?”
“Part of my getaway plan,” I responded, grinning. “Besides, I like to look at her!”
“Oh, you!” she growled, leading me back out to the sitting area. Her performance was a near-repeat of Veronica’s, but with more enthusiasm, and with very similar results. After returning her and her husband to the holding area and taking care of my chores there, I decided a break was in order. I knew the boys were going to run short of body fluids if they kept up the pace, so I told them to take a break and drink up some water along with the beer and sodas they’d been consuming. I didn’t want them to “peter” out on me, and several were showing the strain.
It was during the break that one of the boys got up the nerve to approach
“Uh… Rabbi, both of the women we’ve seen tonight are black…”
“Is that a problem?” I asked.
“Um.. No, not really… it’s just that I. .er… we… didn’t expect that. Are all of them black?”
“Jimmy,” I answered, “I’ll answer your question, but let me ask you some questions first, okay?”
“Um… Okay…”
“Jimmy, were Veronica and Delia ugly?”
“Gosh no! They’re both beautiful women!”
“Are they not sexy? Did they fail to get you off? Did it feel bad to be inside them? Did they taste bad when you kissed them?”
“No! None of those things are true. I haven’t had much fucking, but tonight has been the best that I’ve had!”
“Well then, what’s the problem?” I demanded. “I’ve got three more beautiful black women waiting to get laid by a bunch of horny white college guys. They aren’t going to say no, or make you take them to dinner, or a movie. You can have sex with them in the relative comfort of this room, instead of the cramped back seat of a car. They already know how to make you happy, and are willing to do so, and it isn’t costing you a dime! Am I missing something here?”
“No… no… I was… Well, me and the guys were just curious…”
“Well, your curiosity could cost you some pussy, if you don’t watch out! Now if you’ve been listening, I already gave you your answer. Are you guys ready to quit now, or do we party some more?”
Jimmy drew himself up and puffed out his chest. “Well I’ll ask the others, but I’m ready to party!” He went back to the group, and after a brief huddle, he gave me the high-sign. I let go the breath I’d been holding, and returned to my guests.
Performances by the remaining wives pretty much followed the pre-established formula, with a couple of minor exceptions.
Lisa, the wife immediately following Delia, seemed a little more nervous than the others. She agreed that the men were getting what they deserved, but it still upset her somewhat. On top of that, she was the least experienced of the wives, probably the only one of the five that had been a virgin on her wedding night, and she was concerned that the boys might be disrespectful or get too rough with her.
I reassured her that I would not be leaving her alone with them, and that if any of them got out of hand, I was able to, and would in fact, put an immediate stop to everything. Fortunately, her first taste of strange cock was a pleasant revelation for her, even if it was a white cock. After that, she threw herself into the fray with a vengeance. Did I tell you that all of the husbands had been abusive?
Only one of the men didn’t achieve an erection while watching his wife getting the daylights fucked out of her. When we got back to the holding room, I asked her about it, and she said, “He’s been having problems for awhile now. Almost every time we have sex, I have to blow him for awhile before he gets hard.”
His lack of erection was problematic for me. I looked at her and asked, “Would you mind, one very last time?”
She smiled at me and said, “No, it’ll be worth it to be rid of his constant complaining.”
I don’t know what he complained about, but it couldn’t have been her technique. I got hard just watching her work on him! Anyway, it worked, and I was able to do what I needed to do.
The other exception was Shelly, the wife of the leader. When she was prepared to go out and meet the boys, she paused at the door and looked at me for a moment.
“Don’t you want any for yourself?” she asked, with a Mona Lisa smile. “I hear you Jew- boys are pretty good in the sack… They say you really know how to take care of a girl…”
I smiled at her, and replied, “Shelly, as tempting as that offer is, I can’t do it. Anything I did with you, would be for me, and would be selfish. This isn’t about what I want. It’s about balancing the scales. Sweet little Jesse is dead, because of these men. Other young women died too, because of them, so thanks, but no.”
When Shelly was done, I declared the party over, and told the boys to get dressed. I’ve never seen a dozen guys who were as fucked out as those boys were. They were happy, but ready to call it a night. As the left, I gave each of them $100. I had only promised them that much, if I couldn’t come through with the pussy, but I felt that they earned it anyway.
When the boys had gone, I moved the men into the sitting room, then I went back and got the ladies. Actually, I just removed the ball gags and leg cuffs, and asked them to follow me. I had them sit on the sofa, still naked, in full view of the men.
“Ladies,” I began, “that this hasn’t been a fun experience for me is no reflection on you. I’m sure that if we had met under other circumstances, I would have enjoyed it immensely. I will be taking my leave of you, very soon now, but I have some advice for you.
“You are all very beautiful, very lusty ladies. You have wonderfully strong sex drives, and a great ability to share with a man. I’m afraid that your husbands will no longer be able to meet their obligations to you. That’s the bad news. The good news is, you can pretty much do what you want, and they can’t even complain about it.
“I know a lot about your financial situations. More than you do, really. For instance, I know that each of your husbands has been hoarding money in accounts which have been hidden from you. A few of those accounts are offshore, but I’m willing to bet that the access codes are stored in safe deposit boxes in this country. My “researchers” assure me that none of these guys are smart enough to hide assets in any impenetrable way.
“The upshot is, you have money now, and access to more. You don’t need to worry about maintaining your lifestyle. Their girlfriends, however, won’t be getting what they were promised!
“This is you last chance, if you want to curse me or criticize me, or whatever. When I leave here, I’ll be on my way out of the country.”
The women looked back and forth at each other, and eventually Shelly decided to speak for them all.
“I can’t say that any of us would have volunteered for this experience,” she offered, “and there were times that it was downright scary. We all knew that our husbands were not really good men, but we had no idea of the depths of their evil natures, before we met you. I’m grateful that we were able to find out without having something worse happen.”
Turning to the men, she continued. “Nothing happened to you that you didn’t deserve, and nothing is going to happen that you don’t deserve. We’ll make sure that you get fed, that you have clean clothes and bedding, and that you are treated when you get sick. That’s all. None of you ever gave us any babies, because you were planning to give them to some other girl. Now you can’t.
“Hell, you can’t even give is a decent fuck! Well here’s the news, boys! Your wives can still fuck, and they still want to fuck. Moreover, those of us that want them can and will have babies. Your only part in the process will be to watch… while your wives take load after load from potent white dicks, and while we are having and raising beautiful, coffee- colored babies on a regular basis!”
Ouch! I think that they must be pissed off.
I told the ladies that they had the hotel until noon the next day, and that I’d leave the wheelchair with them, to help with getting their men loaded, when they left. I tipped my hat to them, and leaving the keys to their cuffs with Shelly, I made my getaway.
Only having to go one door down made it relatively easy. The Rabbi went back into the suitcase, and the hippie came back out. Checking the hall for movement, I left the room and went down to the bar for a drink - I needed it - then I went back to the room to retrieve my suitcase. That was the most dangerous moment. If the ladies had the presence of mind, and the desire, to check with hotel management, they could have found out that I had two rooms.
Apparently that didn’t happen, however, because I was able to saunter up to my door without any impediment, and retrieve my suitcase. Following that, I took the elevator down to the garage, got my rental car, and headed for Orlando. I made it there in just over two hours, and had plenty of time to bring the Rabbi back out to meet the plane.
The rest of the trip to Chicago was uneventful. Both the hippies and the Rabbi’s clothes went into Salvation Army clothes collection bin in Indianapolis, and his wig, beard, and moustache went into a river somewhere along the way. Their credit cards and drivers licenses somehow got destroyed in a fire that was burning in a barbeque grill at a rest area. I was me again.
When I returned the rental for the hippie, I just used the night key drop at a satellite office, and caught public transit back to my hotel. It was the wee hours of morning, but there were still a few of my acquaintances in the bar. I went in, had a few drinks, told and listened to a few jokes, then left to crash in my room.
I skipped sessions the next day, preferring to sleep in, and had room service with almost every meal.
I decided to go to the Friday morning plenary, just to reaffirm to everyone that I was still around. No one mentioned my absences.
I felt pretty good. My mission was accomplished, and I didn’t have to kill anybody. The wives of my targets were unlikely to bring the authorities into the situation, and even if they did, all they could tell the police about was a crazy Rabbi, who didn’t even exist, except for them and a few people in Indianapolis and Orlando. The only people who could connect the Rabbi and the hippie were the college boys, and even that connection was pretty tenuous. Neither of them could be connected to me.
When the plenary session was over, I high-tailed it to O’Hare to catch my outbound flight. My fiancée and our parents were waiting at the gate in Los Angeles, when I got there, and we had a wonderful little reunion. The flight to Hawaii, the wedding, and the honeymoon all came off as planned, and at the end of the week Nadine and I returned home as man and wife.
No one seems to know or care about the men who raped my girls. My only regret is that I can’t tell Nadine what I did.