On Further Examination
Robert Ames was growing concerned. Angelica Lopez had disappeared
behind the inner office door of the clinic over an hour ago. With perfect
hindsight he realized they could have left some notes back at the offices
of Post outlining the story they were following.
It had all seemed so unreal that night a few weeks ago. He and his
curvy girlfriend had just finished making love, passionate and satisfying
as always, when she looked over at him with a strange expression in dark
eyes.
"Darling, if I agreed to marry you, would you want me to quit my job at
the Post and stay home to do nothing but keep house for and make little
brown babies for you?"
"Mi Amor! How can you ask such a thing? You know I love you and want
to marry you, but why would I want you to give up your career at the Post?
You're a superb reporter; a rising star there; that would be so stupid. As
for having kids, sure I'd like us to have one or two later on, but not for
you to be nothing but a housekeeper and mother."
"That's a politically correct answer, Robert," she grinned, "But are you
sure? Suppose I could be turned into a horny, submissive little slut who
wanted nothing more than to please you. Wouldn't you like to have a fuck
toy?"
"I'd rather have a woman."
"I think I believe you, darling," Angelica replied, her eyes glowing
with admiration that was almost love. "But not all men, maybe not many
men, are like that. Do you remember Emma Parks?"
"Uh...I think so. She's that school chum of yours? On the fast track
at BBD&R. Didn't we attend her wedding a year or two ago? Yes, quite
pretty. Why do you ask? You haven't mentioned her for some time."
"I had lost track of her. I heard she left BBD&R soon after she got
married. Well, a couple of weeks ago I ran into her at that big new
suburban hyper-mart. Remember when I got the box of paper for our printer?
I hardly recognized her when I saw her in the ladies room. She was sitting
beside a stroller with a strapping toddler in it as she was nursing a
little one. And she was pregnant!
"Wow! She didn't look like the housewife type to me, from what I
remember."
"That's just it. She wasn't! She had told me before she married she
intended to continue her career and wasn't sure she even wanted to have
children. The Emma I met yesterday was a totally different woman. All she
wanted to talk about was her babies and her Frank. She seemed more
obsessed with him than in love. Frank said this. Frank did that. Frank
likes her to do so and do. I think she would have told me how wonderfully
he makes love to her and how often he gets her off, if I hadn't stopped
her.
"Weird."
"I thought so, but she didn't. She even mentioned several of her
friends that had undergone similar changes in their lives. That was when
my reporter's instincts kicked in. I didn't particularly like what I saw
in Emma, but if it were some kind of perverse social trend, well, it might
be worth a feature."
"So that's the mysterious project you have been working on," Robert
grinned at his clever lover.
"Yes, and I think I need your help."
"Leads turn so cold you need help from the sports pages?"
"On the contrary. I found plenty of material for an ordinary feature,
but I may have found something else, too."
"Oh?" Robert replied, his curiosity peeked.
"When I interviewed the women, several mentioned the same gynecologist,
a Dr. James Bock. I think there is something wrong with this picture and
with these women. It's like they were all "fixed" to be submissive little
wives, regardless of their previous personalities."
"Now hold on, Angelica. Women do change their priorities over time. At
some point many women decide it's time to start a family," Robert objected.
"Robert! These are women like me, in their mid twenties, a little early
to be hearing the "biological clock" tick. And why would it strike for all
of them at the same hour? Will you take me seriously enough at least to
check out this Bock clinic while I continue interviewing the women?"
Skeptical at first, Robert himself was soon convinced that indeed,
something strange was going on at Dr. James Bock's clinic. For one thing,
it had not always been the clinic of James Bock. Until about three years
ago, it had belonged to Dr. Janet McGuire, a cracker-jack gynecologist of
about 35 who had developed a downtown practice catering to career women.
Then the young James Bock had shown up just out of medical school for a job
interview. He got the job ... and Dr. McGuire, too. Within days the
former heartbreaker was wandering around her office with dreamy, unfocused
eyes. After each "consultation" with her younger partner, Janet emerged
looking even more flushed and dazed. The women who worked with Janet
sniggered, guessing what went on during those "consultations."
No one was surprised, therefore, when a week or so later Janet let it
slip that she and Dr. Bock were living together. They were puzzled,
however, when Janet started coming in later and later each morning until
one day she happily announced she was pregnant. Seeing the way Janet
mooned at James whenever she was near him, no one needed to ask who had put
the baby in the pretty gynecologist. The staff watched Janet's belly grow
beneath maternity dresses which seemed to get skimpier by the week and her
need for "consultations" with a very self-satisfied Dr. Bock became more
frequent. Then the bombshell. Janet called everyone together to tell them
James had decided she should stay home to "take care of herself until the
baby arrived" Consequently she would withdraw from the practice
indefinitely.
Stranger still, Robert learned that in the ensuing months the four women
working at the clinic also became pregnant -- and the order was far from
random! Megan, the youngest nurse had only barely started to show when
Suzy the bimbo receptionist went on maternity leave. Suzy was back to
cover for Megan by the time she was almost too big to walk. Ruth scolded
Alice, the office manager, for letting her husband make her pregnant again
"at her age." By the time Alice returned to work, however, she had to bite
her tongue not to ask Ruth who had put the office manager, a divorced
mother of teens, back into maternity dresses.
"The way you describe Janet and those women is just like the women I'm
interviewing," Angelica remarked when Robert told her about his findings.
"The change is sudden and total. One day they are bright, aggressive
career girls, the next, docile homebodies whose lives revolve around their
men and their bulging bellies. All they talk about is her husbands or
boyfriends -- what he likes, how he wants her to dress, what he thinks, how
to please him, and how to get him into bed more frequently, not that that
seems to be a problem. To hear them talk, they all fuck like bunnies. And
none of them use any kind of contraception. Every woman I talked to had
one or two children already and most were expecting another," Angelica
finished, shaking her head.
That was the conversation which had led Robert here with Angelica. It
had been her idea to make an appointment with Dr. Bock to find out just
what was going on at this odd clinic. She had assumed the name of Angelica
Carlisle and posed as a married woman who was planning on starting a family
and wanted to get a check up. She had returned from her visit yesterday
subdued and to Robert's surprise, did not want to make love that night.
She hadn't said much about what happened, just that the doctor wanted to
see her today with her "husband." So here he was.
As Robert watched the traffic in and out of the same door that his
Angelica had gone through, he had more and more cause to worry. Each woman
when she entered seemed cool, even bored with the chore. But each one
emerged a half hour or so later flushed, glowing, and rather out of it.
At last the door open and a tall black woman stepped out. "Mr.
Carlisle?" She held the door and waited until Robert entered the dimly lit
room. Only as his eyes adjusted could he take in the sight. She was
magnificent! She towered over him and only partly due to the five inch
heals she wore. The smock came down only inches below her crotch showing
off those long smooth chocolate legs that riveted Robert's eyes. Until ...
he noticed the abundant breasts displayed more than concealed by the
plunging neckline of this parody of medical garb.
Stunned by the sexy nurse, Robert almost didn't hear her close the door
and say, "Please sit down make yourself comfortable, Mr. Carlisle." He did
sit, but he wasn't comfortable. The low couch to which she ushered him
afforded him too clear a view up under her smock as she sat down in the
chair opposite him. "Or should I call you Mr. Ames?"
"But my name is ..." he stammered, not able to think too clearly.
"Robert Ames and your girlfriend is Angelica Lopez." the nurse said
matter of factly. "I am Amaka and we need to talk."
"But .... How did you ..."
"Why Angelica told Dr. Bock everything during her visit yesterday.
"Impossible!" he barked with more conviction than he felt.
"Pretty slick, the way you found out about us and conned your girlfriend
into coming here, by the way. We usually work only on referral. Would you
like to see how we put her under? She put up quite a fight!" Amaka
grinned, not waiting for an answer.
The smiling nurse touched the control of a video screen that sprang to
life. "I first just try to put them at ease," the nurse explained. The
image showed Angelica in this same room, talking with Amaka. They laughed
together, seeming to share a joke, probably at the expense of men from the
mischief in their eyes. Then as Amaka spoke she unobtrusively pulled a
pendant from a drawer and held it idly in her hand. The two women
continued to talk, but, to his horror, Robert saw Angelica's eyes become
fastened on the pendant. Slowly her expression faded to blank as Amaka
twirled the shiny object.
Amaka turned on the audio so Robert could hear their idle chatter as she
watched Angelica seem to be quietly nodding off. Angelica's eyelids
drooped and her head bowed forward. Her arms grew limp at her sides.
Pressing her advantage, the nurse brought the twirling pendant closer to
Angelica's face and began to swing it back and forth before her eyes,
softly saying, "Isn't this the cutest thing? Look how it sparkles. I find
it so relaxing just to look at it. So relaxing... It makes me want to
lean back and relax. Just lean back for me, now. That's it. There's no
hurry... You don't have to be anywhere... We can just relax and talk...
Relax for me..."
"Your girlfriend was a pretty tough cookie," Amaka broke in. "By this
point most other women are gone. I have to admit she surprised me.." The
video scene jumped forward.
Abruptly, Angelica sat up straight, opened her eyes wide, and grinned
triumphantly. "Pretty much what I expected, I guess," Angelica exclaimed.
"Though I am surprised people can still be hypnotized by that old 'gaze
into my pendant' routine. I knew you must be using some kind of mind
control to brainwash your little Stepford wives."
If Amaka was surprised, she didn't show it. "Actually, that was just
the initial preparation, to get you in a receptive frame of mind. The real
brainwashing comes later and takes a lot longer. After all, we going to
introduce some pretty drastic changes in your personality."
"Thanks, sister, but I don't need to know the whole process. I've got
plenty for a story that will send you and this Dr. Bock, if he really is a
doctor, scurrying to another state if you don't go to prison." Angelica
jousted.
"Oh, but I insist you stay to experience the whole thing, although you
may change your mind about writing a news report about us," Amaka smirked.
"Like hell!" said Angelica, her eyes flashing in anger. "You think I'm
an idiot? I'm not going to sit here and let you pull your little scam on
me. I'm out here!"
Angelica stood up, but the nurse, a good deal bigger and stronger than
she, caught her off-balance and pushed her back down into a seated
position, this time with the black woman half lying on top of her. "Get
off me you witch!" Angelica yelled, struggling to get away. "Dammit, get
off!"
Amaka rolled a little to the right to capture one of the smaller girl's
arms. Angelica kept yelling abuse while Amaka was eerily silent and
determined. Presently, the nurse succeeded in catching and immobilizing
Angelica's remaining free arm. The nurse now had her right arm behind
Angelica's back. With her right hand she gripped Angelica's right wrist,
so that now both the smaller girl's arms were immobilized while Amaka's
left hand was free. She used it to bring the pendant before her struggling
captive's wide, desperate eyes.
"OK," Amaka said soothingly. "You put up a really good fight, but it
must have really tired you out. It's time for you to be a good little girl
and take a little nap." She began to twirl the pendant. "Come on, baby.
You may think you were only pretending to go under before, but you were
sinking, girl. Now you are starting to feel sleepy again. You were so
close before. It will be so easy now to go to sleep for me. That's right,
you're so drowsy. Come on, relax for me. Close those pretty eyes for
Amaka. You can't fight it, you know... You're going to sleep for me...
Sleep for me... Sleep for me..."
Oh, no, Robert thought, pride in his girlfriend turning to fear as he
watched Angelica begin to succumb to Amaka's hypnotic words. Then he say
her snap back. "Bullshit!" Angelica spat in a voice that was half angry
defiance and half desperate fear but seemed to lack conviction. She
screwed her eyes shut to block out the view of the pendant and kept
struggling to get free.
"Oh, don't be like that," Amaka coaxed. Angelica kept struggling
furiously, using all he strength. Amaka's hypnotic suggestions kept
getting interrupted in mid-command as she had to shift position to maintain
control of the twisting, squirming smaller girl. At one moment Robert
thought Angelica would succeed in getting loose, but the nurse had the
advantages of strength, size, and being on top. She could not keep up her
desperate effort for long. Angelica was breathing hard and seemed to be
tiring. She could no longer squirm constantly, but struggled and rested,
struggled and rested.
Angelica's furious movements had left her ass shifted forward on the
couch almost to the edge, her short skirt rucked up and her legs slightly
parted. In a fluid movement Amaka took advantage of this vulnerability,
rolling back to her left and pushing her thigh between Angelica's legs to
press down on the smaller girl's mound. She began to rock rhythmically
against her.
Angelica's eyes snapped open in shock. "What are you DOING?" she
squealed.
"Distracting you, honey," said Amaka with a smile. "I'm using sex to
break your concentration and wear down your resistance and will power.
Haven't you done the same a hundred times to your boyfriends? Mmm, I think
I feel you responding to me already, you hot little thing. You want me,
don't you? You want Amaka to make you hot and make you sleepy. Come on
and go to sleep for me. Go under for me, and I'll make you soooo happy.
Relax and enjoy it. Don't fight it. Give in." Her voice became dreamy and
seductive. "Surrender to me, honey. You know you want to... Sleep for
me... You can't help yourself... You can't fight the pendant anymore...
It makes you want me ... want me to own you... Come on, baby, give up...
Give in to the sound of my voice and the feel of my body against you...
Let me make you feel good... Let me fuck you to sleep... Sleep for me..."
Robert's pulse was racing as he witnessed his girlfriend's seduction but
took heart to see Angelica change tactics. Now she squeezed her eyes
tightly shut, as if trying not to let in even a glimpse of the sparking
jewel that was sapping her remaining will.
Amaka bumped her captive's nose with the pendant and taunted her, "Oh,
come on, honey. Be a good little girl and take your medicine. Open those
cute little eyes one more time and take one last look at my pretty pendant.
One more look and it'll be all over. One more look and you won't have to
fight me any more Come on. Just a little peek, a tiny peek at my pretty
toy. You know you want to."
As she said this, Amaka gently put the pendant down on the couch, as if
it were no longer needed, but continued to pretend holding the pendant
"Come on, my sweet and open those dark eyes and look at it, so pretty, so
pretty." Robert's heart fell again as he saw Amaka's trick. She was making
Angelica want to keep her eyes shut, and Angelica was falling for it.
And all the while on that screen Amaka kept rocking her thigh against
her victim's pubic mound, and Angelica's hips now seemed to be keeping time
with her. He knew how easily Angelica became excited from direct
stimulation of her sex.
The weakening girl now seemed to have hardly any fight left in her. Her
face held none of the anger it had so plainly shown before, the remaining
expression having become a mixture of fear, frustration, and almost
pleading. But still she kept her eyes tight shut and seemed determined not
to surrender, to that fatal imaginary pendant that now seemed to be
hypnotizing her only from its memory in her mind.
Amaka waved a hand toward the television. "Well, at this point I really
thought I had her, but she was amazing. I have to admit, your girlfriend
is the biggest challenge I've ever faced."
On the screen Angelica seemed to be tapping some inner reserve of
strength. A moment ago she looked at the edge of surrender, but now she
was fighting back again, if not physically. She had stopped writhing
about, evidently having realized that it was pointless and was only tiring
her more quickly, but there was renewed determination in her face. "Let me
GO, you bitch. It isn't going to work on me."
"Sure it's going to work on you," the Amaka on tape said with chilling
certainty. "It works on any woman, my pet. You're already responding to
me. I can feel your pussy's wetness on my thigh. You're getting
completely turned on, and it's silly to deny it. You know it, I know it.
And of course I've already made you close your eyes."
Angelica quickly jerked her eyes open. "Gotcha!" said Amaka. "And
guess what? I don't need a pendant to put you under, honey. That's just a
prop, a device to distract the conscious mind and keep it focused on
something else while I entrap your subconscious. I can accomplish that a
lot of ways, with a flashing light, with rhythmic sounds. I can control a
weak-willed person with just my eyes. But my favorite technique to make my
target helpless even before I hypnotize them, is massage.
And what's the best kind of massage, a massage of your sex. You can put
somebody under and they never know what hit them. You know what I mean,
don't you? Most women do. Sex is out weapon, a powerful weapon, a drug.
Nothing's more distracting than sex. Nothing else turns the mind to jelly
so quickly. What is seduction but hypnosis? Women have been hypnotizing
men with sex for years, and it was so natural that most of them never even
realized what they were doing!
But believe me, I know what I'm doing, and that's why you're about to go
under, baby. Ooh, just feel you, you're so wet. I've got you right where
I want you, and that's the only part of you still squirming. Come on now,
you little minx. Relax for me. Stop trying to fight it. That's it... I
feel you giving in now... That's it... Just relax for me... Just let go
completely for me... Oh, baby, I feel you getting weaker... Just a little
more now... Breathe in... Breathe out... Feel me against you... Feel me
arousing you... I'm going to make you come, and then you can sleep...
You'll have to sleep... Get ready to come for me... Relax for me...
Relax... Now get ready to come and go sleep... Are you ready? Yes you
are... You're really gone now... You're going under... You're going...
You're..."
As Angelica's resistance waned Amaka was able to force one of her
muscular legs between Angelica's slim thighs. Now Amaka was able to move
it up and down, not just rocking against her prey's mound but rubbing and
caressing her weakest spot.
"Have you ever seen how they hypnotize an alligator?" Amaka asked
Robert. "That's what finally put her under." Robert watched as Amaka began
running her free hand lightly over Angelica's body, brushing her breasts,
her stomach, her side, her mons, while her leg kept up its stroking between
the girl's thighs.
Robert watched this in open-mouthed amazement. The nurse had clearly
lost her mind. Did she seriously think that Florida alligator wrestling
was a real hypnosis technique? Or even if it was, that it could possibly
work on his strong willed girlfriend?
But to his surprise, he saw that Angelica was very obviously responding.
Even through her thin blouse it was clear that her nipples were hugely
erect. Her hips rocked a little in time with Amaka's expert leg strokes on
her pussy. She gave out a few involuntary sounds of pleasure. Still the
brave, determined girl still seemed to be resisting, her muscles tense.
But gradually, little by little, the tension was going out of her. It
might not be hypnosis, but it was having a devastating effect.
Robert saw Amaka shift a little to put her lips near Angelica's ear.
Evidently realizing that her prey was falling under her control at least
sexually, she was going to resume her attempt to hypnotize her. "Relax for
me," she commanded in a seductive whisper. "Relax now... You can't hold
out any longer... Give up... Don't fight it... Surrender... You can't
resist... Relax for me..."
But instead of relaxing at the sultry sound, Angelica had stiffened.
She's still fighting, thought Robert with amazement and pride. But then
he realized what was really happening.
Robert had learned how vulnerable Angelica's ears were. He could always
send her into a blind rut by blowing in her ear. He hoped Amaka would
misunderstand her reaction, that she would think her approach had somehow
backfired, not realize she'd discovered a major weakness in his girlfriend.
On the tape Amaka seemed puzzled by the girl's reaction, but she put her
mouth to the girl's ear once again. "Come on," she breathed, "Go to sleep
for me. Come on! Let me fuck you to sleep. I'm going to ffffffuck you to
sssssleep."
Like a man watching his team go down to defeat, Robert felt a sinking
despair. That last sentence was Angelica's undoing, not because of the
words but the whispered sibilant syllables, Amaka's breath rushing into her
ear. It was too much! Angelica let out a loud, high-pitched, helpless
whimper of utter sexual surrender.
"Ohhh, what is this?" said the nurse with a note of triumph in her
voice. Amaka put her face to the side of Angelica's head. It was
impossible to see on the television monitor exactly what was going on, but
she was either blowing into the ear or tonguing it. Either way, the effect
on Angelica was electric. Twitching and jerking violently, Angelica gasped
and moaned with unresisting pleasure. Her eyes were half-open and dazed.
Still ministering to the ear, Amaka began to speak again, this time in a
rough, loud whisper, not just saying but blowing hypnotic words into
Angelica's defenseless mind. "I've got you now, honey. I know what turns
you on. There's no point fighting any longer. Give in. Tell me you want
it Say it. Sssssssay it..."
Angelica's whimper sounded like a very weak "no..."
"Give in to me... Ssssssssurender... SSSSSSSSssay it."
Robert wasn't sure he heard it, but while one of the weak and incoherent
sounds coming out of his quivering fiancee seemed to be "...no..." another
sounded like "...please..."
"I've got you, baby! Don't fight me .. You can't fight.. Go to sleep
for me... Go to sleep for me when I make you come... You're going to come
so good for me now... You're going to come for me and go to sleep and then
I'm going to make you come again and again until you're nothing but my
little toy. Won't that be fun? Now ssssssurrender to me. Come for me and
ssssssleep."
Amaka's leg was now making rapid little circles on Angelica's pussy, and
Angelica's hips were bucking against it in spasms. The smaller girl's
voice was coming in chokes, sobs, and whimpers of ecstasy. Then Angelica's
body bucked violently. She held her breath, her face twisted in the throes
of orgasm, and then she finally let out a whimpered but unmistakable "Yes!"
"Hell of a girl, Robert," Amaka admitted. "I've never seen such a tough
bitch. If she knew what she was doing, she could turn any man inside out.
No wonder you figured you needed some help with her. Well, from here on,
let's just hit the high points,"
Robert groaned inwardly as the scene changed again. It was really over.
Angelica was under, no longer faking but totally in the power of the
beautiful black nurse. Amaka pulled the entranced and unresisting Angelica
to a standing position and began to undress her. In a moment Angelica's
pert breasts were in view and the nurse was expertly fondling them with one
hand while the other went into Angelica's panties. Moments later Robert
saw Angelica shudder and cum again so hard that she would have collapsed if
Amaka hadn't held her.
"That little girlfriend of yours is hot! I can't make many women come
that way, just with my hands. Most need this ..." she continued. The
scene changed again. Angelica was laid out on an examining table with her
legs in stirrups. It would have been uncomfortable except it was obvious
Angelica was totally unaware of anything except Amaka's head between her
legs. Angelica's head thrashed from side to side in what appeared to be an
almost continuous orgasm.
"James likes to have me warm up the ladies before he has them. It saves
time and I'm sure they enjoy it more that way, too," Amaka explained. The
next scene was the one Robert had been dreading. Sure enough there was his
girlfriend with her legs wrapped around the waist of a handsome man wearing
nothing but a stethoscope around his neck. Thankfully, Amaka had turned
off the audio so Robert could not actually hear Angelica screaming in
ecstasy, though she clearly was. Transfixed, Robert watched Angelica
mindlessly meet the doctor, thrust for thrust until at last it was obvious
that he, too, lost control. With a final wrenching spasm, the man blasted
his sperm into a quivering Angelica. The hot jism triggered its own final
response in her shaken body. She arched, grew momentarily rigid, then fell
back onto the table, limp and unconscious.
"This is the boring part, but it's what really does the job. All the
rest is just preparing her mind to accept the programming," Amaka explained
as the scene shifted again to show Angelica apparently peacefully asleep
with something like headphones over her ears and another apparatus around
her crotch. No, not exactly asleep peacefully, Robert noticed. Angelica
was slowly writhing. "The electronic stimulator is keeping her highly
aroused. The desire for sex prevents her from forming any defense as she
hears the conditioning tape. When she responds properly to certain cues
during the "lessons" it reward her by making her come. When we're finished
with her, there is a tight link between pleasing her man and her own sexual
pleasure."
Amaka switched off the video and directed her attention to Robert.
"Since we weren't sure just what you'd want, we pretty much gave her the
standard treatment," Amaka said, matter of factly.
"You did what?"
"We installed the personality traits that most men ask for." Amaka
explained. "In the first place, unquestioned love and devotion. She now
thinks you are little short of a god and knows she is very, very fortunate
to be your woman. Therefore, she is not going to cross you in any way that
might jeopardize that relationship. This means that she wants to make you
a happy man, if you know what I mean," Amaka grinned.
"Of course we didn't want this to be a chore for poor Angelica, so we
increased her libido by a factor of six or seven. Roughly, if before she
was *willing* to have sex several time a week, now she'll *want* it several
times a day. But there is no reason to be concerned," Amaka added hastily,
seeing Robert blanch, "Even if she wants more than you can provide, leaving
her a little frustrated won't do her any harm. She'll just be that much
hotter when you do put it to her. Besides, she would never think of
nagging you or demanding sex no matter how horny she gets. I don't
guarantee that she won't try to seduce you, though," Amaka added with a
feminine smirk. "We fixed her really to enjoy sex with you. She will turn
on like a light bulb if you so much as brush her tits or ass and you will
find you can climax her with your fingers in almost no time.
"We also minimized any tendency to jealousy. Although she really will
not *like* it if you choose to have other women, she'll put up with it as a
minor foible of her otherwise wonderful lover. We could, if you wish, add
a preference for threesomes, but few of our clients ask for that.
Likewise, if you intend to share her around, we probably ought to program
that specifically, although you can most likely get her to do it a few
times without it. Similarly, we did not include any special enjoyment of
anal sex. We find men of your socioeconomic group generally don't go for
it, though it's up to you"
"You might want to consider letting us turn her on to girl-girl sex."
Amaka continued, sounding like a new car salesman discussing options.
"Some men think that creates competition for them, but it doesn't really.
It can be quite convenient, for example, to have your girlfriend fall for
one of your mistresses and then get them together. Believe me, fucking a
pussy that has been properly warmed up by another woman's mouth can be
HOT!."
"Not to overlook the most important feature, you'll be pleased to find
Angelica is really keen to start making babies for you. In fact, the poor
kid is just a little paranoid about being twenty five already without
having even one child when so many of her friends have had two or three. I
strongly recommend you put a bun in that cute little oven as soon as
possible. Finding herself slowed down by a big belly and engorged tits
will help stabilize the other personality changes we've introduced. If you
keep her long enough, she will probably want to give you six or seven
children, although I understand that she earns big bucks at the newspaper
so you may not want to keep her off the job that much time. Again, don't
worry about what *she* wants. Keep her pregnant all the time or let her
eat her heart out for more babies; she'll adore you the same."
"Well, that about covers it. I trust you will be pleased with your new
and 'improved' girlfriend, soon to be wife, right? Amaka smiled. "In
return, we ask only that you not pursue the news report she was working on.
Angelica has, of course, totally forgotten it."
For several long seconds Robert just stared at the beautiful black woman
as he tried to absorb everything he had seen and heard. At last he drew a
deep breath, "Well, I guess I do have to thank you, Ms ...uh ... Amaka,"
he said at last, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But giving up the story
on this hellish clinic is the *last* thing I'll do. You have just provided
me with enough material to nail you good! I've got some killer quotes; too
bad we can't use all of them in a family newspaper, even post Zipper-gate."
If Robert expected the sexy nurse to be taken aback, he was surprised.
"I've got to hand it to James," Amaka said, smiling and shaking her head in
amazement. "He said you'd react this way. Angelica told him that you were
not at all a machista, but after a few session on the tapes a woman's
judgment about the man in her life is unreliable to say the least. Most of
James's patients will swear that their husbands or boyfriends are ardent
feminists. They'll swear it even when he brings his mistress home to screw
while she's off giving birth to his baby. After all, the women believe
anything their men tell them. Guys know that the only way to get into a
girls pants nowadays is to play the enlightened 'man of the 90's, so that's
what they do. But you seem to be the real McCoy," Amaka said, her eyes
wide in amazement
"You're damned right I am, and you are going to undo all the vile
tampering with Angelica and give me back the tough-minded, independent
woman I love." Robert demanded. "If you don't, I'll go to the district
attorney and in addition to being out of business, you'll face charges for
kidnapping and sexual abuse."
"Astounding!" Amaka sighed but continued. "I don't think going to the
authorities would be a good idea, Robert. We got there first. Perhaps you
remember the DA dumped his over-forty wife for that frisky little blonde
prosecutor in his office? Well, the silly bitch began to take herself too
seriously. As a trophy wife, she wasn't working out as expected. She
continued screwing around with the junior prosecutors and some of the cops,
hardly ever fucked the old boy, and absolutely refused to let him get her
pregnant.
Well, fortunately, Dr. Bock heard about the DA's problem and we got her
here for an appointment. Now Miss ex-hot shot lawyer is happy as a kitten,
staying home nursing the DA's first baby and expecting a second. As for
the Chief of Police, he is overjoyed with our services. He has his wife at
home started on producing a second family for him while down at the station
three of the prettiest policewomen are out on maternity leave."
"I don't care who else gets burned, when this hits the news, you're out
of business, Robert said.
"You're no doubt right, so we'll make sure this never does 'hit the
news.' Angelica can be made to forget, has in fact already forgotten. I so
hoped you would play along in exchange for control of most men's fantasy
woman. But as James predicted, you're just not the kind of man to control
a woman. Of course, that makes it easy for a woman to control you," she
smiled confidently.
"Oh, no," Robert said. "I'm wise to the pendant gambit. The only way
you managed to finally get Angelica was to dominate her physically!" Robert
stood up and grinned mirthlessly down at the nurse, returning smirk for
smirk. "You're a big girl, but I don't really think you'd have any chance
of overpowering me, do you?"
"Oh, I might," she said sweetly. "You'd probably beat me in a fair
fight, but I don't fight fair."
"Fair or not, you've met your match. I'm blowing the lid off your
operation and I'm getting my fiancee back, and there's not a goddam thing
you can do to stop me."
"Oh, my, I guess we should have known that a bright man like you could
not be put under so easily" Amaka smiled disarmingly. "How foolish to
think that big sexy woman could seduce a man like you, even if she does
have big ... soft ... round ... titties that are so hard to take your
eyes off of." the nurse cooed "And you are far to clever to allow a woman
to arose you by letting you peek up between her legs. You could never be
distracted by wondering if your adversary is wearing panties or not, could
you?
"No, I can't." Robert agreed, but his eyes remained fasted between
Amaka's delightful thighs.
"And even if you did become aroused, your prick beginning to stiffen as
I see yours is, you would still be able to resist my commands. Even with a
raging hard-on, a strongminded man like you would not just start taking
orders from a woman. You may be horny, you may be thinking how nice it
would be if I fucked you. You might want me to lay you back on that couch
where you are sitting and lower my juicy cunt over your hard erect penis,
but you can still control your self, can't you?
"Yes," Robert agreed, nodding his head without blinking or taking his
eyes off Amaka's breasts.
"A flashing locket hanging between my boobies would not put *you* into a
trance. Even if you obey my command to continue looking at my big soft
tits so that the locket can continue to flash in you eyes, flashing,
flashing so that it is difficult to think about anything but my titties and
the locket, your will power would remain strong. You can't be ordered
around like a puppet, can you, Robert?" Amaka asked as she came and stood
in front of the helpless man.
"No," Robert said robotically and he gazed up at the black woman who now
towered over him, his eyes fixed on the twirling locket Amaka deployed.
"No, Robert, you will not do what I say just because your will is
slipping away from you. You're not falling into my power, because lust has
made you too weak to resist my commands. You will obey me because you are
a little boy at a doctor's office and I am your nurse. You are going to do
everything your sexy nurse tells you, aren't you, Robert?" Amaka asked with
a reassuring smile.
Robert smiled back and nodded.
"That's a good boy. Now since this is your first time to visit me, I
want you to take off all your clothes. Will you do that for me, Robert?"
"Yes, ma'am," Robert replied, falling seamlessly into the little-boy
role in which Amaka had cast him. With only a little embarrassment, Robert
began to remove his shirt and pants.
"Would you like me to help you?" Amaka inquired as she unsnapped his
boxers and let them fall to the floor.
"Thank you," Robert replied politely.
"Oh, my, Robert, you are a *big* boy, aren't you? Amaka asked as she
took his erect penis and began to stroke it. "This must feel very good for
a big boy like you. Do you like what I'm doing to you Robert?
Robert could only grin in agreement.
"Of course you do," Amaka said, slipping into baby talk. "A big boy
likes to have a woman's hand on his thing-y, Robert. If you want me to
keep playing with your thing-y and making you feel really good like this,
you'd better let me put you down on this couch. ... Uh huh, like that.
Are you comfortable, sweetie?
Robert couldn't answer, The delicate strokes of Amaka's hand felt too
good.
"This is your penis, Robert. I know you like me to play with your
penis. It makes you feel so peaceful, so relaxed. All you want is for me
to continue. So peaceful, so relaxed but sort of sleepy, right? You'd
like to go to sleep, Robert, cuddle up with me and suck on my big titties
and drift off to sleep. I would be so easy if you weren't so horny. Would
you like me to help you not to be horny? I could make you feel good so you
can go to sleep, deeply to sleep. Do you want me to make you feel good?"
Robert's eyes were closed, clearly lost in the powerful arousal Amaka
induced. He was totally unaware when the his beautiful seductress dropped
her skimpy garment and clambered onto the couch with him. He made no
effort to resist -- how could he? -- when the smiling woman took his cock
and guided it into her dripping cunt. Robert's mind was elsewhere,
suffocated beneath a warm, thick, erotic blanket when Amaka began
purposefully to ride up and down on his rigid cock. The last fragments of
his will were spirited away by her soft sing-song voice. "Oh, Robert,
baby, you want to come so bad, don't you. You need to come so like a big
boy you can sleep. I can make you come, Robert, make you sleep. Just
relax and let me fuck you ... fuck you to sleep ... fuck you to sleep ...
fuck you ... to ... sle.e.e.e.p."
As the beautiful black dominatrix's voice fell to a whisper Robert began
to moan, softly then louder and louder until he bellowed in incoherent
surrender. Amaka felt his balls erupt with cum as spasm after spasm of
orgasm skewered his mind and will. His body fell limp; his mind opened,
becoming a blank page, a page waiting to be written upon. Amaka smiled to
herself, knowing the author was ready and not far away.
Reluctantly Amaka pulled her sperm-drenched cunt from around the
softening cock of the sated and entranced young reporter. As she arose,
she saw she had an audience. James and Angelica were standing in the door.
James's eyes were bright with admiration for his beautiful and talented
lover. Angelica was disheveled but she wore the radiant, spacey expression
a session with James always produced in women. She had let James hastily
pull on her panties, but the soaked crotch and the semen leaking down her
leg showed just why the young journalist looked so happy.
"Entertain yourself, my dear," James instructed and Angelica's eyes grew
dim. He directed her to a recliner where the young woman lay back and
thrust her hand into her panties. Soon her soft moans indicated she needed
no more of his attention.
"Good work, darling," he said as he approached and kissed Amaka who was
still admiring her unconscious victim. "Look at that face. I've never
seen a man with a grin like that. You must have fucked him down to his
reptile brain!" James laughed.
"You did pretty well with Miss Salamander yourself," Amaka chuckled and
kissed him back, pressing her body hard against his muscular frame. "So,
what do I get as a reward?" she whispered smokily, breaking the kiss.
"Reward? I thought you worked for me from sheer devotion!" James
teased.
"You know what I'm devoted to," Amaka growled, fondling his prick which
responded as she hoped.
"Well, we don't have any other clients this evening." James agreed.
"Put him on the machines and we'll have some time to kill." Quickly Amaka
lowered the earphone-like device over Robert's head and made an adjustment
to a dial. Then she fastened the other apparatus over his groin. "Going
to give him a 'seven?'" James asked.
"No, just a six," Amaka replied. "Angelica says he's a quick recharge.
I don't want to stimulate him too much. If he ejaculates, I'll have to
start all over," the busy woman replied as she made a final check of the
equipment. "There. A couple of hours of subliminal instruction while in a
state of high arousal should do him. And now," she continued, turning to
her companion with a lustful smirk, "I can think of something much better
to do with the time than kill it!"
*****
An hour of so later Amaka awoke from the little nap she always fell into
after she and James fucked. She wondered if it was possible to be awakened
just by the intense sensations of contentment and completeness James always
left her with. That little nap, she was sure, wasn't quite natural. She
suspected he used it to reinforce her conditioning. Still, she had the
feeling that *her* conditioning was not as complete, not as "heavy" as that
of James's clients.
Perhaps it was his control of her mind made it impossible for her to
feel jealousy for Janet to whom James went home every night. Amaka knew he
still screwed her. After all, Janet was expecting again. But Amaka felt
it was more out of loyalty than lust. Unlike Amaka, Janet had retained
most of the weight she gained with each pregnancy and now was border line
obese. Amaka wondered if there wasn't a tiny part of Janet's mind that
remained unconditioned that part was making her unhappy. Amaka had asked
James about it one time but James just shook his head a little sadly.
Amaka had no such problem. James could bend her own will to his, easily
enough of course, but what was there to bend? With James she had an
interesting job for which he paid her very well. He was a handsome man and
a marvelous lover. Unless *everything* was an illusion. Maybe James was
really fat and had buck teeth, Amaka laughed to herself. But she had seen
how women reacted to James when they first saw him, before they were
conditioned. No, James really was a hunk. And finally he had given her
two adorable cafe au lait daughters, Ifi and Efe, and the slightly darker
Jerome. What more could a woman want?
Mamma, who took care of the kids, agreed these three were great, but she
was on Amaka's neck again. With Jerome going on six months, Mamma thought
it was past time to get another grandchild on the way. If her employer
didn't want to get her pregnant, Mamma had hinted, Amaka could find some
other nice white boy to do the job Well, Amaka didn't think Mamma would
have to grouse much longer. This was her week to ovulate and Amaka had
remained mum when James had neglected to use a condom the last few times
they had fucked. Amaka was pretty sure James didn't intend to make her
pregnant just yet, but what were feminine wiles for, if not to use against
the male of the species? James hadn't been watching the calendar and she
had.
Moving slowly so as not to disturb the beautiful afterglow of sex, Amaka
slipped a hand between her legs. A glob of James's thick come was slowly
oozing from her pussy. No hurry. There was plenty more where that had
come from. Without needing to open her eyes, her other hand reached over
to the drawer beside this bed she and James used for office sex and removed
a cervical cap. She felt it slip comfortably into place. There, that
would keep her full.
Amaka had come really hard when James had shot his jizz into her this
time. It was unscientific, but she just felt this was it. Best not to
take any chances, however. She scooted a pillow under her ass to raise the
angle of her cervix and reached for her clit. Another old wives tale,
perhaps, but orgasm after impregnation was said to promote conception. It
couldn't hurt and it sure felt good, Maybe the old wives had been knocked
up enough times to know something. One soft orgasm followed another until
she dozed again.
Amaka was awakened again, this time by James's voice from the next room.
Sleeping with her boss was probably part of her job description (or at
least a perk). Sleeping on the job was not. Pulling on her smock, Amaka
followed her lover's voice to the main room. There James was sitting with
a fully clothed and wide awake Angelica Lopez, talking business. Amaka was
amazed at the transformation. The Post's reporter seemed completely normal
again, even feisty. Gone was the docile subservience, the look of lost
adoration Amaka had seen shortly before. Angelica probably knew little of
what had gone on the last few hours.
"It's a big responsibility, Angelica. I'm sure you will handle it well"
James said
"Of course I will. But do you mean he'll do *anything* I tell him?" she
inquired.
"Well, don't test the limits by asking him to jump off a building, but,
yes, just about anything a man's loving girlfriend could ask, he'll do."
"And will he still be OK ... uh, ... you know, ...?"
"In bed?" James smiled reassuringly. "Better than ever! Remember you
said he would never eat you? Well, you'll find now he will not only do it,
but he will do it damned well. And we've improved his stamina, too. He
should be good for at least two or three times per night. I think you're
going to be a very happy woman."
"Sounds perfect. Can I take him home now?"
"Give us this weekend for that final procedure I mentioned," James
replied. "He'll be yours on Sunday night."
"As you say, James." she replied. Turning to her unconscious boyfriend,
Angelica blew him a kiss walked away.
*****
Robert had had a bad day. Percy Cummings, his editor, had not liked
Robert's latest series on the local baseball team. "Damnit Robert, it was
full of fluff about how hard travel days are on their wives and
girlfriends. *Men* read the sports pages and they don't read it for that!
You haven't written a decent, hard-hitting sports story in two months now.
What's wrong?"
Robert didn't know what was wrong. He was just glad to be home and in
his kitchen where he could concentrate on making dinner for Angelica. She
had called and promised to be home by 8:30. He had another half hour to
get everything perfect for her. He had set the table and the vichyssoise
was ready. He turned his attention to the Caesar dressing. The oven timer
rang just as Angelica arrived.
Robert's bad day was over! Joy overwhelmed him as he took in sight of
his sexy girlfriend. Always pretty, Angelica had gotten so much hotter in
the last couple of months. The heels, that tailored suit with a skirt that
stopped six inches above her knee, the earrings, the makeup. Angelica had
become a babe! And it hadn't hurt her career at the Post, where the senior
editors were all middle aged men.
"Oh what a nice welcome for a tired working girl," Angelica giggled as
Robert kissed her passionately and squeezed her butt. "Tch Tch! Time
enough for that later, darling. Dinner smells wonderful!"
During the meal Angelica told Robert the good news she had hinted at
over the phone. "They're putting me in charge of Style, page two," she
bubbled. "Apparently the series I did on career women who drop out to have
babies and spend more time with their husbands has been a huge success.
I've got to transcribe some notes, but I think we should celebrate. Don't
be long," she winked as she arose from the table.
Scrubbing the flambe pan took longer than Robert expected so he was
still at the sink when Angelica re-appeared in the kitchen door. Pots and
pans were forgotten when Robert saw his girlfriend in a new pink baby doll
pajama. "Coming to bed, darling?" Angelica lilted and wiggled off, knowing
what the answer would be.
A half hour and several orgasm later Angelica was still in the saddle.
She had Robert on his back with his oh-so-satisfying cock well up inside
her. She was going for another good come or two when she felt his body
stiffen. "Slow down, lover boy!" she cried, but it was too late. She was
able to get herself off just one more time as her horny boyfriend shoot his
balls into her hungry cunt. Angelica looked down into the half-closed eyes
of her totally satisfied man. It was time to tell him she decided.
"I didn't finish giving you all the news, honey."
"Huh?" Robert responded, finding it a little hard to concentrate after
the way Angelica had just fucked him.
"I've been thinking about what you keep asking me, and I've decided
yes."
For a moment the words didn't make any sense. Then Robert exploded with
joy. "You will? You'll marry me? Oh, darling, that's wonderful. When?
When?"
"Let's do it next month," she said excitedly.
"Next month?" Robert asked, suddenly puzzled. "Isn't that short notice?
I mean, I've been after you to marry me for years. Por qu� tan pronto?"
"Well, we don't want our families to be upset, do we?" Angelica replied
mysteriously.
"Our families? My parents adore you and your folks like me, too.
What's there to be upset about if we take time to make this a real
occasion?"
"Ay! Robertito," Angelica laughed and kissed him. "You are slow, but
so lovable. Do I have to spell it out for you, honey? I went to see Dr.
Bock, today. I'm already two months pregnant!"
Robert thought he had died and gone to heaven. He pulled Angelica down
to his chest and practically devoured her with kisses. As he blathered
endearments his body reacted in a way he didn't realize, but Angelica did.
"Oh, Bobby, you naughty boy!" Angela laughed. She was calling him
"Bobby" more and more often these days Robert vaguely noted. "I think you
*like* the idea letting a pregnant woman fuck you," Angelica grinned,
feeling her boyfriend stiffen inside her again. "Are you going to let me
fuck you when I am all gordita and my belly is all pushed out with the
beb�? What if I get so big that once I am on top, you won't be able to get
me off. Then I could fuck you even if you didn't want me to."
Robert was insane with desire as Angelica humped his resurrected prick.
"You'd better like it lover," she admonished, "Because I'm gong to need a
lot of fucking for the next seven months and," she paused for effect just
before he was about to explode, "I'm planning to have muchos beb�s."
***** Epilogue
Six months later Angelica was a happy if uncomfortably pregnant woman.
Lying beside her was her equally happy if tuckered-out husband. She had
just finished having him give it to her doggie style for almost an hour.
"Orgasms are almost as much fun for the baby as for the mother," she had
assured him to keep him going. At last she took pity on him and let him
come. He had almost fallen off her in exhaustion. A good time to talk,
she thought.
"Tu mam� was over this afternoon," Angelica said, not expecting a reply
and not getting one, "So was mine. We got to talking about what to do
after la bebita arrives."
"Oh, yeah," Robert sighed a little recovered. "I've been looking for
infant care providers here and near work, too."
"That's so sweet of you, honey," Angelica said, "But the three of us
were thinking that we just don't like the idea of strangers taking care of
the baby, especially for the first two or three years."
"Oh?" Robert asked sleepily, "Does your mother want to take care of her,
or does mine?"
"Don't be silly, darling." Angelica laughed. "Soon both of them are
going to be far to busy for that. But we do think it should be someone in
the familia."
Robert looked up with admiration at his beautiful pregnant wife. "No,
honey. They've just made you Editor of the Style section," he protested.
"You can afford a couple of week of maternity leave, but I can't ask you to
take years out of your career, even to take care of nuestra hijita. It's
too big a sacrifice."
"That's what we were thinking, too, darling," Angelica agreed, taking
hold of Robert's prick and dropping down into her "special" voice. "I was
thinking maybe *you* could take care of her."
Robert started to object, but felt a wave of sweetness roll over him as
it often did when Angelica spoke. When he felt that way, he knew what
would happen. She was going to fuck him and he was going to do anything
she asked. It was no use arguing.
"I mean, your career really isn't going anywhere, Robert," Angelica
added logically. "They've been moving you from one dinky assignment to
another. Why bother? With my promotion we'll have more than enough money.
I'll buy us a real house, a big one. You won't need to work and I know you
will be wonderful at child care. Will you do it, Amorcito, para mi?"
Robert was agreeing. Angelica knew he would. He always did, when she
wanted him to. Robert would be her house-husband and he would be happy
doing it; Angelica would fuck him enough to see to that. Still, she felt a
pang of guilt. She had been careful never actually to lie by saying "our"
baby, but she had led Robert believe the child in her womb was his.
Angelica in fact remembered the afternoon it had been put there during one
of her frequent "checkups" at James's office.
It was part of the deal. James gave her Robert, sweet, docile, and
always available to satisfy her raging need for sex. In return Angelica
would give James babies. This was only the first. She didn't know how
many he wanted. She didn't care. When James looked at her that special
way, she wanted more than anything for him to make her pregnant, wanted him
to make her a woman in the way Robert never could.
Robert, the dear, would never know, of course. Any baby of hers would
probably inherit her dark skin and eyes and James looked a lot like Robert.
Her poor husband was unaware of the little snip James had performed on him
that weekend months ago so that Angelica would never have an "accident"
with Robert.
The monetary guilt passed; Angelica was happy again. She had a
wonderful lover who promised to give her a houseful of babies and a
wonderful husband to take care of them.
"Honey?" Robert asked in a small, resigned voice, as he tenderly stroked
Angelica's swollen tummy, "What did you mean when you said that your mother
and mine would soon be 'too busy' to take care of nuestra bebita?"
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Angelica replied sweetly. "That's why they
came by here, to tell me the good news. They had just come from Dr.
Bock's. They're both pregnant."
The End
I want to thank "Gary Grant" for taking Angelica seriously enough to
suggest putting more fight into her. He will note the insertions from the
earlier draft. I hope others do not.
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