20 Questions Part 1

Chapter 167

20 Questions

Part 1

 

It bothered me that Shawn had somehow become immune to the tranquilizers. He didn’t have a special watch like I did, that I knew of or anything that could easily be disguised as to withhold the anti-drug other than his tracking monitor on his ankle. Not even my watch could hold any more than two dosages, and I had to at least hit the panic button to release them. So many possibilities running through my mind and the only ones that could possibly answer those questions are Stringum and Shawn himself. Shawn would never tell me, and Stringum had officially left the building. Not even Jeff was around to play 20 questions. True if I was angered enough or panicked enough it would take at least 3 or 4 tranq dosages to knock me out completely, and it would be at least 3 or four hours for them to work themselves off without the anti-drug.

Zack decided that it was a waste of time to take me back to my room, considering the girls had decided we were having dinner in the kitchen dining room. So instead he brought me my wheelchair and put me in it and wheeled me into the living room. As I told him where to put me, locking my breaks as he helped me out. Which allowed me too slowly make my way to the couch, nearly coughing out a lung as I sat there sipping slowly on the tea that Alison handed me. While Terry wrapped a warm blanket around me and started a fire in the fireplace, or least add more wood to keep it going.

Sparky soon came out and jumped on the couch wanting me to scratch him behind the ears. His ears would twitch every once and while hearing muffled noises in the cellar basement. Yet no one came up and that too bothered me not knowing what was going on down there.

It was the first time I had ever seen Shawn like this, his crazed mind, and delusions so convinced that Crawford was a prophet of some God I never heard of. Yet I knew my history and I knew that people once believed in Gods and idols. Long before Christ was born and in ancient times, but I had thought they were a bunch of myths or bunk. Yet I knew people believed in witchcraft and black magic or better yet demonology. It wasn’t such a crazy idea of thinking that Crawford and his followers have been practicing demonology or witchcraft. Shawn had said as much, by using blood sacrifices, fire, and bathing and drink blood, adding a little religion to it. Using drugs and sexual gratification and perverting it.

It wasn’t all that hard to believe knowing the man personally and his followers to think that he is some sort of prophet. That speaks to higher beings, so the idea wasn’t a new concept. It bothered me that he has brained washed him, and I questioned how Crawford was able to do it when Shawn and Arthur have been watched around the clock and never allowed to mingle with other people.

Then again it really wouldn’t be hard to guess that Crawford’s followers could be almost anywhere like his own school. The only place where he could mingle with teachers and students, yet again I was just guessing. I knew for certain that even clear out here in Heber City, Utah there were people that were true believers and had met one personally at the doctors office when a woman handed Dad a bible as well as invite to indoctrinate them, and I wasn’t really sure I wanted too find out or read that bible or even if Dad would let me.

Dinner was soon on the table as Terry as asked me wheelchair or chair. I said chair, again not wanting them to think of me as weak and useless. So instead I walked letting Terry help me when I needed it, cursing myself for it. I took a seat next to Alison and her sister placing me in-between them as the boys sat across from us. With our parents gone we didn’t say grace, instead, we dived right into the meal of Chili Mac. I know not very romantic, but it was one of my favorites.

The silence was deafening, because of what happened moments ago. In some ways, we had all lost our appetites, not only for food but sex. Gloria taught me one thing as she tortured me. That even though you were no longer in the mood; it is imperative to dig deep and put your self in that state of mind. So I did the one thing I knew how too do. Moving my hands under Alison bathrobe and tickled her sweet spot and then stretched my left foot and slide under Zack’s robe and used it to tickle his penis. All the while I was eating. It caused the reaction that I wanted as I watched their eyes light up. I said. “You promised that you were on the dinner menu and that included dessert.”

Alison giggled. “We just had our bath.”

I shrugged my shoulders said. “I didn’t say anything about a bath. There are other ways that we clean ourselves off after we have dinned.” I pointed eyes towards the pool and the hot tub. Remembering how I had pleasured each of my mermaids in it as well as my best friends in Santaquin. Within moments I was being wheeled out in the pool area with a large helping of Chill Mac as Zack raced down the hall for the horny pills and my stats kit.

Sparky followed only to turn his tail and run seeing the water. Terry brought another 6 pack of soda and several bottles of chocolate sauce and whip-cream; while one of the girls took my stats. Zack organized pillows and mattress from around the pool borrowing them from the chairs, too make us more comfortable while Terry arranged our items including a box of condoms.

Alison turned on the radio as it echoed around the pool, and brought in the rest of our dinner from the table. Like a nice green salad and some cheese bread and garlic; once everything was arranged. I could tell my plan was taking shape letting go what had happened moments ago to spoil our evening.

I smiled as the girls dropped their robes, watching them fall around their ankles. My mouth hungered for every inch of them, and my arousal indicated that I was more than satisfied. As Terry and Zack helped me remove my robe letting it fall to the ground. Causing Zack to come up behind me naked and reach around me and stroke me as watched Terry’s drop to the ground as he came closer and he and Zack helped me to the ground, indicating I was to go first.

As the girls begin covering me with Chilly Mac, and salad with ranch dressing and chocolate sauce over my penis and crotch with lots of whip-cream; using the cheese bread and their tongues as the silverware; letting the four of them devour me as they each took turns sharing my penis always recovering it in chocolate sauce and whip-cream as my bitter, sweet nectar added to the flavors, making it more enjoyable. Then it was my turn to have them, and by the time Stringum came to check on us, I was busy playing linked with Ester while the boys were in spider position allowing me and their sister to have them both at the same time.

Stringum smiled at us and said. “There is nothing better I like to see is creative participation of enjoying each other.”

I looked up and said. “You’re more than willing to join us,” and the girls licked their lips.

Stringum eyes lit up “I would if I didn’t have to give those idiots a break of watching over our two delusional bad boys.”

I watched Alison stand and walked around Mr. Stringum and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “They can wait a little longer, after nearly spoiling our evening, don’t you think Dave?” He smiled as she dropped his pants and slid her hands inside his boxers playing with his penis. He gave a heavy sigh, and said “Yes, why and the hell not? It’s been a while since I have had a good penis all I can eat buffet of young teenagers.” Letting his boxers drop and kicked off his shoes and laid down letting us finish undressing him as we turned him into the main course and began again.

He growled angrily when the doorbell rang having to get out of the hot tub. When he was busy having me and one the girls at the same time in the new position the Vincent’s had taught me and known as freestyle. Because it allowed you the option to have stimulation orally by the other person as well as the person underneath you to stimulate the person on top of you while they are working your penis or sweet spot.

It opened me to another idea as I worked it out in my mind and wasn’t sure if it would work but it was worth a try once we adjured to the bed. Mom and Dad told me there were books out there and videos that would show me what people have tried. Yet they preferred if I’d used my imagination first. Then when I run out of ideas then use the books and videos as teaching aids.

Number one rule Mom and Dad taught me that never say the word “sex orgies” in a room full of people because many of them may take it the wrong way that it shouldn’t be done. Yet there are some that would very much be interested and only tell you they weren’t considering it, as they slip a piece of paper telling them they were more than willing to try it.

The second rule was to make sure when it comes to married couples that both join in together, Not doing it alone without their partner to hide the fact they wanted to keep it a secret, which could lead to marital problems when their spouse finds out that they had participated in group sex without them. It also stated the rule no secrets regarding having any kind of sex or stimulation. All parties must approve if not that too could cause a very sticky situation.

That was one of the main rules why I preferred having sex with girls my own age or situation other than making sure our parents approved and had given us permission to do so. In Stringum case he was a full-fledged adult, no longer married and was quite opened to the idea of participating with us and our parents didn’t mind in the lease if he did as long as we all practice safe sex.

Most people would put on a robe or wrap a towel around them as they answer the front door. Not Stringum as he got out of the pool allowing his arousal to point the way telling us not to go anywhere. Watching us slid back into the hot tub. He opened the door and said. “I wasn’t excepting you until morning. Come on in, while I put something on.”

Hearing the voice of a woman, telling him, “no need, and you know it. Dave. I came the moment I heard that you needed help.” Stringum closed the door and led her out to the pool as we watched her eyes linger on Stringum, then roamed them on us as we were sitting in the hot tub.

Normally I would have blushed, but I had been accustomed to people I didn’t know seeing me naked, and I had been taught I had nothing to be embarrassed about or ashamed of. Besides, there wasn’t much difference in a man being naked or a boy, unless it is the size of our penises, considering we both had one and both being aroused. Stringum said. “This is Dr. Sars; she is a sex therapist and a demonologist in regards to fact, fiction and the religion of thereof. As well as how to help the mentally insane that have drunk the Kool-Aid and formally known as the worlds leading child psychologists. I have enlisted her help in regards to our boys in questioned.”

She calmly said. “How do you do?” As Mr. Stringum introduced us the fact we were all naked didn’t seem to bother her. In fact, it put a smile on her face; asking if we wouldn’t mind if she’d joined us once she introduced herself to our bad boys while Stringum brought in her things. Stating it had been a long flight, and it would take off the chill and allow us all to get aquatinted.

We gave her a nod and she placed her arm around Stringum shoulders and dropped her hand down to his bare butt and gave it a good old pat and grab. Hearing him laugh as she whispered something in his ear as they made their way down to the cellar basement, I heard the door behind him as the two men came out both naked. Both covered in blood and covered in s**t and piss as the smell waffled toward us. Angrier then embarrassed when Stringum yelled to them to make damn sure they clean up their mess and not to use the tub but the shower in his room; tossing their ruined clothes out of the basement.

Hearing Shawn laughing; “nice of you to bring me a black w***e to play with and slit her down the middle as I stuff her with my s**t and animal parts that I have taken for…” Hearing aloud slap and him screaming. “God damn it woman that was my finger you just broke!”

She yelled I’ll break another one if you threaten me. Consider me your worst nightmare.” Shawn screamed again as Stringum quickly closed the door muffling them.

Doctor Roberta Sars; a sex therapist and a demonologist in regards of fact, fiction and the religion of thereof, and the mentally insane that have drunk the Kool-Aid and formally known as the worlds leading child psychologists. She was born and raised in New Orleans as a daughter to a New Orleans high priestess known as voodoo, or witch doctor takes your pick. She graduated at the top of her class at Tulane University School of Public Health and Tropical Medicine as well as Medical Science and has been said she studied under the best in the field of demonologist and the mentally insane.

Though she is a black woman and a doctor says much about her. I don’t discriminate because of the color of skin, religion nor gender. People are people to me and people that do care are not the kinda people I associate with. To me and my friends, she was a very beautiful woman tall and lanky with long black hair wave curls at the side, shoulder length. With a gold medallion that looked like a green Emerald at the center in a teardrop formation with smaller cut stones in the same dark green color. She wore a zebra pattern scarf around her neck and matching ivory bracelets and hoop-shaped gold earnings with a small green emerald that matched her necklace and medallions.

Chocolate brown eyes, strong cheekbones that went well with her rectangular face and sturdy jawline; her closed mouth in a thin, straight line drawn in dark red lipstick. Tonight she wore what looked like a white cashmere dress that tapered at the knee, and zebra belt and flat top shoes to complete her outfit. I never ask a woman regarding her age, but if I had to guess she was in her early thirties, but the way she held herself said she’s a person you didn’t want mess with, in which Shawn was now finding out.