A Summer Place ' Epilogue wbill_99_1999

I get enlightened.

Returning to the lounge after Rogers beating at the hands of Karen, I sank weakly into a chair and pondered over what I had just witnessed. Once again, the feeling of unreality flooded over me; the vision of Karen clinically taking a young, muscular man apart and giving him the hiding of his life had me wondering yet again if I was dreaming. The lasting memory that I will always have, indelibly imprinted on my mind, is of Karen sitting on her victim's face, staring at us triumphantly as she started the ride that would take her to ecstasy.

My reverie was interrupted by Kate, who had entered the room quietly and curled up in one of the chairs. "Penny for them, Willie Boy" she said.

"A penny for what'' I replied.

"Your thoughts, silly. You were miles away, weren't you? I'll bet that you wish you were Roger, don't you"

"Oh yeah, sure; with two broken ribs and a damaged knee. He must be the luckiest man in the world"

"You were excited as hell, watching that final stanza, weren't you. You wanted to have my mother's bum on your face didn't you?. You've had the daughters arse there and you wanted the mother's one as well didn't you?. Greedy pig!

"Kate, I was only a spectator tonight. What your mother did to Roger was bloody exciting and I was on cloud nine watching it, but no way would I have traded places.

What happened to me last night was something special and probably will never be repeated"

Kate's face split into a wide grin "Only kidding, Willie Boy. Tonight was special, I agree, but I have seen her do that to bigger men than that pillock; not as quickly or comprehensive to be sure, but certainly I have heard and seen a few a few big men begging her to let them submit. I have got a couple of interesting videos I will show you one night; we could cuddle up on that sofa and watch them together"

"Kate, what's with you. I'm a bit emotionally frail these days after my wife died, having an attractive young women like you play around with my head is a bit much for me, I'm afraid".

Kate looked at me very seriously for a while before she spoke. "I am not trying to form any sort of emotional or romantic liaison with you, Willie Boy. You had a obvious need; mother and I have just tried to get you to "come out" as it were. You have got a repressed minor fetish which we all have got but most people never confront it or release it. There's no crime in that, nor is there any crime in saying that we enjoy your company and I intend to continue giving you the odd little treat from time to time, but only if you want it"

"What about men of your own age" I asked. "You must have boyfriends surely to God"

"Yes I have, but I keep them in a separate compartment. They have no clue what mother dear and I get up to in the privacy of our own home; they know that we are Jiu Jitsu freaks and that causes them some amusement, but that's all. Most of them don't operate on the same intellectual plane as we do, and that's why we like you Willy Boy; you have a bit of depth about you and that's good. You like books and music, that will mean that you have some imagination and we are going to develop that further for you - if you will let us"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Of course you do" said Kate, shaking her head in amusement "Look, you can walk out of here and never have us bother you again, or you can come with us for a few more adventures. We see ourselves as providing a service; men pay us for the privilege and pleasure of having either of us give them a good hiding, but we have some other clients as well; they pay us to "educate" or "adjust" people for them"

"What do you mean by that" I was almost afraid to ask.

"Well, there are agencies around with an enlightened attitude who realise that sending people to prison only hardens them and doesn't cure them. Look at these"

She tossed over to me a small blue folder "Here are some samples of our work"

The folder had a business card sealed on the front. It announced that the "Ladies of Steele" provided discreet correctional services for people who needed their attitudes adjusting and gave a phone number, a website and an Email address.

Inside the folder was a series of promotional photographs of Karen and Kate wearing Judo Gi's, leotards and some alluring evening dresses and there was even, God help us, ' a "mission statement".

"You've got to be joking" I told her.

"It's very much a sideline at this stage, but what with my mother's flair for the bizarre and my psychology studies I am sure that we can make it a success. We have had some interesting referrals lately--"

We were interrupted by Karen entering the room. She had changed into some jeans and a T-shirt, her make-up had been removed and her hair had returned to its normal shoulder length.

Flopping down in a chair, she told us "Well, Roger baby, didn't want to meet you lot. He got showered, dressed and out of here in a hurry. I gave him a little pep talk at the door and reminded him that we had the film. What I didn't tell him was that we will edit the public version, should we need it." Turning to Kate she told "We'll end it where he submits to me in the figure four headscissors. I don't think my public are ready for the sight of me rubbing my crotch all over Roger Ramjet's face. I don't think they need to see him "spouting" either"

"Like a sperm whale" giggled Kate

Turning to me Karen said brightly "Well, Willy Boy, how did you enjoy that? I was quite proud of that performance, I have to say. That headscissor was the tightest I've ever managed; I got his head in just the right spot"

"We noticed that" I told her with a smile "The face sitting seemed to hit just the right spot too. How the hell did you come up with that last throw?"

"It usually only works on smaller ' I was going to say opponents ' victims. He was the largest I have tried it on and I only did it then because I had beaten him and was able to get him to stand still. Usually you have to do it on the move and you don't have the luxury of a short runup like I did tonight. Anyway it was a risk that paid off. With his head wedged where it was, he had to watch me jack him off. The unedited version of that will definitely go into our library"

"Kate was just telling me about your little business. Sounds interesting"

"Well it's still in the development stage really. We got the idea after a friend of ours who works as a volunteer at the local women's refuge for battered wives referred a woman to us. We were able to entice her brutal husband around here and I dealt to him. That got us thinking about how we might also be able to be of service to the community; we have only had a few assignments so far and we can't be sure of our success rate"

"How did you manage to entice the brutal husband around here?"

"Oh that was easy. We just told him that his wife was here and wanted to "sort things out". He was here in a flash, thinking that we were some sort of upmarket woman's refuge and that he would be doing the "sorting out". He was shown into our little "interview" room, where I was waiting for him"

"What happened?" I was barely able to ask.

"I can even show you" Karen chortled "Katie dearest, man the video for me"

"Don't you mean person the video, mother dear" Kate sidled across to the VCR and after inspecting some titles on the shelf underneath, selected one and inserted it into the machine. "Relax and enjoy, Willie Boy"

Kate pointed the remote and the TV screen burst into life. The large screen showed Karen in a black leotard, the cutaway style emphasising the size of her impressive thighs. Her face was cold and impassive and her hair was pulled back into a tight bun. Facing her was a large, brutish man with a shaven head: he had stripped off down to his jeans and while he was not muscular, he looked beefy, strong and tough. He had a sneer on his face as he moved toward Karen, who faced him with a relaxed stance, arms held loosely at her side. With a roar he grabbed at her with one arm and swung a mighty blow with the other. Moving quickly Karen ducked to the left and as swift as a striking snake, she spun and back heeled a powerful kick into his right kidney area. He was left grabbing at thin air and bellowed as the kick found it's mark; following up as he stumbled past, Karen gave him another powerful kick in the area of his left kidney.

The man stumbled and hit the mat on all fours, just in time to receive another kick in the right ribs. Springing to his feet, he bellowed "Right bitch, you're dead" and charged again. This time he had more luck; he managed to parry her right arm strike and seized her around the waist so that they were almost face to face. With a loud yell, he raised her in the air and adjusted his grip so that he now had her in a powerful, crushing hold. Karen had her arms free and extending her two thumbs, she dug them into each side of his neck at the base; with a yelp he released his grip and immediately received a powerful kick into his crotch.

The effect was immediate; he gasped and doubled up grabbing his groin with both hands. Karen moved quickly, pushing down on the back of his lowered head, she locked it between her strong thighs. Reaching under his chest, her arms encircled him and locked together and pulling sharply, she fell back onto the mat. The weakened male still holding his groin rose into the air and landed on his back with a satisfying crash. Karen had twisted to her right as he fell and still held his head firmly between her thighs in a powerful headscissors. Raising herself up on her right elbow she seized right arm using it to pull his head further up between her thighs, Rolling over slightly on her back and raising her hips she kept the trapped arm, elbow up, in a painful arm bar. The weakened male went red in the face and his feet beat a tattoo on the mat.

Suddenly Karen shouted and released the scissors, a large red mark on her inner thigh marked the spot where he had bitten her.

"You bastard" she said in a remarkably controlled fashion "You've really had it now"

She feinted to the left and then unleashed a lightning fast backheel kick with her right leg which crashed into his ribcage. He looked like a deflating zeppelin and staggered backwards. Following up quickly, Karen planted her right leg in his stomach and linking both hands behind his neck, fell backwards, straightening her right leg. He flew in a perfect arc over her head in the most perfect Tomoenage or stomach throw you would ever see, landing with a crash flat on his back. Somersaulting after him, Karen landed astride him and delivered two rapid strikes into the side of his neck. He gave a deep groan and lay still; Karen stood up and looked down at him with a look of grim satisfaction. Turning around to face his feet, she carefully positioned herself and then sank down until she was lying full length along his body, then slid backwards until his head was trapped between her thighs. Crossing her feet behind him, she forced his head up higher between her thighs until he became engulfed in them. She gave a deep sigh of satisfaction and began to squeeze.

He struggled feebly, but the more he struggled the tighter the hold seemed to get. I noticed that Karen, her face down by his groin, was doing something with her right hand. Her thumb suddenly jammed into an area under his balls; and a terrifying but muffled scream of pain rang out as his body from the shoulders down rose off the mat in agony. Instantly, Karen sat up straight. With her calves and ankles still locked behind his head, her backside descended onto his face. Foolishly with the strength that he had left, he brought his legs up and back toward Karen and tried to snare her with them. With a knowing smile, she grabbed them and locked them under her armpits and linked hands to strengthen the hold. Helplessly pinned, his arse pointing towards the ceiling; Karen looked toward the camera and nodded.

I was astonished to see a woman emerge into the picture. Wearing a T-shirt and jeans, she was small and quite mousey looking but had a smirk of pure malevolence on her face. In her hand she carried a small wooden paddle; as I watched, she reached around between Karen and the male's groin and undid his belt. Pulling his jeans down toward his knees, she exposed his large backside encased in a pair of brief underpants. Raising her hand with the paddle in the air she brought it down on his upturned arse with a satisfying thwack. Away she went, beating steadily and developing a great rhythm; thwack, thwack, thwack. The muffled yelps that had been emanating from under Karen's had subsided into faint whimpers. I recognised the glazed look on Karen's face.

I spun around to look at her. "That was one of your famous orgasms, wasn't it?" I asked.

She almost looked embarrassed. "Yes it bloody was too. As she was beating him, his head was jerking a little and his nose and my clit came into meaningful contact. I was getting a little bit steamed up anyway after the headscissors and what with that and watching the beating at close range, it all got a little much for me."

Meanwhile, the show was over on the screen. Karen and the other woman, who I presumed was the wife, were embracing, while the victim was stretched out flat on the mat, not moving. The picture gradually faded.

"Bravo chapess's" I applauded "That was great. I suppose that was the edited highlights"

"Yeah. I cut out a lot of shit at the beginning" Kate grinned "That was the only video that momma dearest got any sort of "injury". We got the doc to look at that bite. He broke the skin a bit, the prick. His little wife, Carol, got a copy of the video and I believe that it did the rounds of her friends. The hubby is apparently behaving himself, but it's early days yet"

"I told him that he could expect a visit if he doesn't " Karen said "Now Willy Boy, Kate and I are vanishing for a couple of weeks holiday, when we come back we have one more assignment booked in. It's a teenage boy who is terrorising his mother and has sexually assaulted his step-sister. They have heard about us through our contacts and they want us to straighten him out. I had thought of using Kate for this one, but on thinking it over, I have decided to use one of our "helpers". I think that she could be more effective"

Kate looked disappointed "I suppose you mean Mrs Forsyth. Really Mum, I could have done with the workout"

"Who's Mrs Forsyth" I asked.

"Mrs Forsyth even frightens the bejesus out of me, Willie Boy. Let's just say that she is an older woman with many talents; I do believe that she is a direct descendant of Torquemada. Believe me, that young man will be changed for ever.

No offence to you Kate, but the moment he saw you he would get a hard on. Getting your bum in his face would hardly be a punishment".

Kate made a face at me "Looks like I will have to come home and work you over Willie Boy. I will try and think of something really exotic while I'm away"

"I haven't given Willie Boy a whirl yet Kate. I am sure that he would love me to demonstrate my mastorbatory skills on him, wouldn't you ducky. Now Kate love, take him upstairs and show him your etchings. I'm going to go to bed, I'm totally stuffed"

Kate gave me a slow smile--

A short time later upstairs, with Kate mounted happily astride my face, I wondered about the mysterious Mrs Forsyth. Could I wait two weeks, I was going to have to.

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