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It's All in the Mind Ch. 01

By: Teloz



Sorry folks, but this is a story with sex rather than a one handed read. If you want a quick fix I suggest you look elsewhere.

Please note, this is written in English English, by an Englishman in England, consequently all spellings are English, measurements are metric, dialogue is in single quotes and there are English expressions and slang terms that may be unfamiliar to American readers, but then, that's part of the fun! Isn't it?

Thanks to Drenkara for the editing.

It's All In The Mind: A man gets beaten into a new life.

You could call it fate, or karma, or just being in the wrong place at the wrong time or the right place at the right time depending on your point of view, but although the incident nearly got me killed I couldn't have acted any differently, even if I'd wanted to. Anyway, at that particular moment in time I didn't give a shit whether I lived or died; or so I thought.

I was walking, well, I say walking but I mean limping, down the alleyway to get back to my car which was parked in a Disabled Driver's parking bay close by. I was leaning on a hiking pole; not because I was likely to go far or anywhere rugged, just that I was too damned proud to use a walking stick. So, I was leaning on this pole as I made my way painfully through the litter strewn on the floor of the alley, kicking my way through discarded plastic carrier bags and packaging. The alley, I suppose it was an arcade in its early life, ran from the market place to the car park and was lined with shops, most of which were empty and waiting for redevelopment. As I passed one of the empty shops I heard a woman scream, then the scream was cut off as if someone had clamped their hand over her mouth. I couldn't help but look for the source of the noise, and I noticed the door to one of the shops had recently been forced.

Despite the pain in my back and feet, I pushed open the door and heard scuffling and cursing in the back room of the shop so I headed towards it. As I stepped into the room, it only took one glance to see what was happening. The woman who had managed to scream was stretched out on the littered floor; her right leg pointing towards me, her left leg stretched as far the other way as it would go. Her blouse was torn leaving her breasts bare and her skirt was rucked up to her waist. Her stockings were ripped, and the gusset of her panties was in tatters exposing her shaved vulva (funny what you notice in times of stress). The remnants of her brassiere were stuffed in her mouth forming a crude gag. A man was kneeling between her legs, his erect penis in his hand preparatory to driving it into the woman's unwilling vagina. There were three other men there, one holding her arms above her head while the other two held her legs apart.

In the microseconds it took me to take in the scene, I came to the conclusion I was going to get a beating at best, and, most likely, something worse. Deciding to try and shorten the odds a little and growling with anger, I took the handle of my hiking pole in my left hand, grabbed the rubber ferrule on the bottom and pulled it off, continuing the movement to lash out and strike the nearest rapist across the throat. As he fell back with a gurgle, clutching at his throat, the rapist between the woman's legs reared back and started to push himself to his feet, I pivoted slightly and stabbed him in the ribs with the steel point of the hiking pole I'd exposed when I'd ripped the ferrule off. The rapist holding the other leg had released it and was now on his feet, so I grabbed the pointed end of the hiking pole with both hands and swung a roundhouse hit to the side of his knee with the heavy rubber grip. I heard the bone snap as it connected and felt the light aluminium pole bend.

I was out of breath now and slow to recover, so the piece of shit that had been holding the woman's arms was on me before I could do anything and pain exploded in my kidneys as he caught me in the back with a couple of solid blows. The woman was on her feet by now and I managed to shout at her to run and call the police before the next blow landed. By then it was too late for me, and I found myself at the centre of a maelstrom of flying fists and kicking feet.

I was on the floor, my back felt like fire, I felt some ribs crack, I saw a boot swinging towards my face and suddenly I realised I didn't want to die. Time seemed to slow down and it was as though everything was happening in a giant vat of golden syrup. Somewhere, deep in my mind, something seemed to crack open and blossom like an exploding volcano. I felt power course through my mind like surging, red hot magma and build until I thought my head would explode. I voicelessly shouted, 'No!' All that stored power surged from my mind; then everything went black.



It's All in the Mind Ch. 01



So I told them everything I knew; up to a point. Needless to say, I didn't mention anything about volcanoes in my mind, voiceless shouts or explosions of mental power.

Alun scratched his nose, 'That foot never connected with your face Danny, the man's leg was sheared off below the knee, just as it would have been with a sword strike or an axe. Well, not quite the same, the pathologist tells us he's lost a seven centimetre section of his leg. We still haven't found that section of leg by the way. Both he and his companions died, simultaneously to the best of our knowledge, from terrible head injuries. Can you tell us anything about that?'

'I really don't have a clue Alun; they were all alive when I lost consciousness, 'cos they were beating and kicking the shit out of me. Sorry Daisy.'

'That's OK Danny, I've heard worse,' she made a deprecating gesture. 'When our lads got to you, there was blood everywhere in that shop and the four rapists were lying around you. The one that had tried to kick you left a line of arterial spray that ran across the boot of his severed foot, across your face and up the wall. If he'd connected he would have killed you. If he hadn't died with the others, he would have bled out pretty quickly.'

'I'm relieved he didn't connect then, I'm perfectly happy with being alive.'

'You very nearly weren't alive Danny; you were hanging by a thread when the ambulance crew got to you; you were a mess.'

'I still am a mess!' I laughed ruefully and Alun shuffled in his seat a little.

'You can't tell us then how the men suffered such additional trauma?' Alun asked and I looked him in the eye.

'No, I'm sorry, I have no idea whatsoever, but whoever did it has my thanks! Truth be told, I didn't think I was going to survive that little ruckus when I started it,' involuntarily I shuddered. It had been a close run thing.

Alun and Daisy stood, Daisy grabbed my hand, squeezed it briefly and said, 'we'll need to talk to you again Danny, I'm sorry,' her skin was warm and smooth, but her hand was gone before I could squeeze back.

'No need to be sorry chick, you have a job to do. I'm hoping to be going home soon, but I'll let you know where I am. Can I contact you at the cop shop in town or do I need to ring the city office?'

'Just ring the local number, the switchboard will find us and if they don't, we'll find you.'

Did I tell you? Daisy was wearing black trousers and a bomber jacket; it was a real pleasure to watch her leave. What an arse!

It was my lucky day, no sooner had my two favourite police persons closed the door behind them than it opened again to admit Andy, Jeanette, my eighteen year old granddaughter Kirsten and a lady who looked familiar, but I was sure I didn't know. It was only as they all gathered around my bed that I realised that the last time I'd seen the strange woman, she was starfished on the dirty floor of the old shop.

It was utter chaos for a few minutes, everyone was talking at once, Andy was shaking my hand and Jeanette and Kirsten were kissing me, something to be enjoyed at every opportunity I might add. It was only as the ruckus died down that the lady stepped forward and reached for my hand. As she took my hand, I grinned at her and looked into her eyes; I could see she was nervous.

'Hi! I almost didn't recognise you from this angle!' I kept hold of her hand and she blushed prettily, 'Are you OK? They didn't hurt you did they?'

'Luckily I got away with a few scrapes and bruises thanks to you Mr Barett, and they're mostly healed now,' she smiled and her whole face lit up. She wasn't what you would call classically beautiful; I judged her age to be late thirties early forties, and her body looked to be trim and strong and about my own one metre seventy five in height. She was what was once called a 'handsome woman'; until she smiled. That smile not only lit up her face, it lit up the whole ward, or so it seemed to me.

'I think we're well acquainted enough for you to call me Danny, erm…'

'Amanda, Amanda Lennox, most people call me Annie.'

'Well, I'm pleased you escaped relatively unscathed Annie, and it's lovely to meet you in more auspicious circumstances,' I smiled at her again, hoping she wouldn't realise I still had her hand in mine.

'I wanted so much to come and see you earlier Danny, but they wouldn't let me in to the ITU; they weren't going to let me in here either until Andy and Jeanette brought me in.'

'Bloody nurses! Think they're in charge, they do!'

'It's not the nurses Dad, it's the policeman sitting outside the door!' Andy plonked himself on my bed and laughed, 'I think they're worried you might do a runner!' he was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

'I might just do that! Can you fix me up with some groceries and stuff at home? If that bloody doctor doesn't discharge me tomorrow I'll discharge myself.'

Unaccountably, I suddenly realised I didn't even know what day it was, let alone what date. That stunned me slightly, and I involuntarily gripped Annie's hand a little tighter, Andy noticed I was still holding it.

'I think you can let go of Annie's hand now Dad, she's going to need it when we leave.'

I reluctantly let her go, feeling again a little of the loneliness that had gripped me before I'd met her in such an unconventional fashion. Andy and Kirsten sat on the bed, Jeanette and Annie sat in the chairs left by my earlier visitors and we chatted about the usual inane things people chat about on hospital visits.

Eventually, it was time for them to leave and Annie came over to my chair.

'Danny, I don't know how I can thank you for what you did for me,' she spoke quietly and I could see tears welling in her eyes. She took my hand.

'I know some women fantasise about being raped, but I never have. That afternoon was my worst nightmares come true. If it wasn't for you I'd probably still be lying on that filthy shop floor with my throat cut.' The tears were rolling down her cheeks and dripping off her chin now; true to form I stood and took her in my arms trying to comfort her, her hands gripped my shoulders.

'Thank you so much Danny, thank you.'

'You don't have to thank me Annie; it's what anyone would have done.'

'Bollocks Danny, you know most people would have walked by and left me to suffer, but you didn't, you saved me!' suddenly she flung her arms around my neck and sobbed as if her heart was breaking.

'Th-they were going to h-hurt me Danny, th-they were g-going to k-kill me!' I did the only thing any red blooded male would do in that situation, I stroked her back and murmured stupid clichés in her ear.

I felt two more feminine arms around me as Jeanette and Kirsten embraced us both, tears streaming down their faces too, then Andy put one arm around my shoulders and the other around his wife and we clung together in a soggy group hug. Tears were running down my face too, but being the old goat that I am, I still relished the feeling of soft breasts pressing against me.

Gradually, some sense of normality reasserted itself, everyone hugged me and kissed me goodbye. I was particularly gratified when Annie kissed me hard on the lips with just a fleeting touch of her tongue to my lower lip. I was glad I was wearing a pair of slips under my dressing gown or it could have been embarrassing. In five minutes, I was alone with my thoughts again.

I should just point out here that I don't possess such a thing as a pair of pyjamas, I've not worn them since I passed puberty and I'd refused to wear them just because I was in hospital. Needless to say the hospital authorities were outraged so I compromised by wearing briefs. The powers that be were not amused, but when they realised I didn't give a shit and they couldn't throw me out, they gave in disgracefully.

To tell the honest truth, I'd been alone with my thoughts quite a bit these last couple of weeks of my convalescence. Gradually, I'd been removing the folds of slack skin left by the loss of my layer of fat; I'd been more than fifty kilos overweight, well over a hundred pounds for you recidivists; that's a lot of fat! Mind you, I don't recommend four weeks of induced coma in an ITU as a means of weight loss! In reality, I was now too light for my build for the first time in my life. For most of my life obesity had just been one of those things I had to live with.

I corrected other things as well, rodding out the odd artery here, removing a chunk of internal fat there and so on. I had some long conversations with the doctors and nurses too, but best of all, Andy brought me my laptop in and I accessed relevant information from the Internet. I had to be a little subtle about the external changes I made though; I didn't want to get myself noticed. My profile was already far too high for my comfort.

The internal alterations were great; unless they suddenly decided to inflict a barrage of scans on me, nobody would ever know what I'd done. I had to be careful though, it was a bit like repairing a car engine when it was running; do the wrong thing and it stops! Mind you, there had been one or two close shaves with the doctors, particularly when I had to stop medicating for my diabetes. It was worth the risk though, for the first time in ten years, I was without pain when I walked; no cramps, no numbness, no strange sensations and the insulin pen was in the bin. The jewel in the crown though was the fact I was waking up every morning with a stiffy! My dick was working as well as it had in my twenties! I was ecstatic! I was also masturbating regularly! Life was definitely on the up!





It's All in the Mind Ch. 01



'Well, it wasn't quite that quick for me, but it's been a long time. Andy's known for a long time too, but we only decided to do something about it once Kirsten turned eighteen,' I opened my mouth to speak, but she put her hand over it, 'Let me finish. Andy and I decided early in our marriage that we would tell each other everything and we have and our marriage has been the stronger for it.

'When Kirsten came of age we decided to extend that same courtesy to her and when it came out that I wanted to fuck you, and Andy was happy with it, she agreed. I wouldn't have wanted us to do anything behind her back and have her find out later you understand?'

I nodded my agreement, 'I wouldn't want to hurt her either.'

Jeanette continued as if I hadn't spoken, 'Nearly losing you brought it all to a head and we decided I'd come to you as soon as I could. Kirsten gets the next turn.'

On that bombshell she sat up and looked at the bedside clock, 'I must get on or the guests will be here before the dinner's cooked!' she kissed me hard, got up from the bed and walked naked into the kitchen.