Student Bodies: Sex with the Grads

This is a five-part story in Non-Consent/Reluctance which weaves together sex, hypnosis, psychology, and the evil manipulation of two young adults.

1. Good Old Lazenby, Ch. 01, Donors and Grads: The professors Lazenby hold house parties to match attractive graduate students with wealthy donors, who provide bursaries in exchange for sex. Two students are given ‘try-outs’.

2. Student Bodies, Ch. 01, Sex with the Grads: Sandie Weston is hypnotized and used sexually by The Professor and donor June Hendricks. Husband Ben Weston begins to see increased sexuality accompanied by blank spaces in his wife’s recall.

3. Student Bodies, Ch. 02, Two Cougars for Marty: Martin Benning is hypnotized and used sexually by The Professor and donor June Hendricks. Both students are researching thesis topics which are akin to their own subconscious conditioning.

4. Student Bodies, Ch. 03, Sex Toy Wife: Sandie and Marty are increasingly influenced by The Professor to behave as her sexual robots. J.C. Hendricks puts pressure on Old Lazenby by demanding sexual access to Sandie Weston.

5. Student Bodies, Ch. 04, House of Cards: Conclusion

The story is entirely fictitious. No identification of specific universities or faculties is intended here

House of Cards

Ben was much too agitated to go back to sleep. Who wouldn’t be?

His young wife Sandie had been having sex in her dreams, complete with body movement and sex talk.

“No, Gerry. In her mouth,” made it clear that Old Lazenby was fucking her. And it was evident from the countdown afterward, followed by “Sandra, Alive and Well!” that his wife Natalia had hypnotized Sandie before Gerry got at her.

“Have you any idea what you just said in your sleep?” Ben asked forcefully, as his wife rubbed her sleepy eyes.

“No. I must have been dreaming or something. Now, let me go back to sleep.”

“Dammit Sandie! You were fucking that bastard Old Lazenby in your sleep while hypnotized by the Professor! You were telling him to fuck you and make you come. That’s what’s going on over there. No wonder you come home tired and smelling of sex! He’s fucking you, that’s why!”

Ben was beside himself. His wife shouted back.

“Maybe you had a bad dream, Ben? No way I’d ever fuck that old guy! Now, shut up and let me sleep!”

There was no chance of Ben going back to sleep now. As far as he was concerned, the fog surrounding all of the unexplained events over the past six weeks was clearing. The Lazenbys were hypnotizing Sandie, and probably Marty, so they could have sex with them. That’s why they were always so tired after their visits. Now the $250 gift envelopes made sense. The donors were probably paying to have their way with Sandie, and Marty too.

But where was the evidence to lay any charges? There was none, just a lot of strange occurrences and words his wife uttered in her sleep. Ben had to figure out how to bring down the House of Cards built by this evil scam which had drawn in his unsuspecting wife and Marty. He was a cop with detective aspirations. Here was his first big case to crack. Where could he start?

First, he should know as much as he could find about his prey, all four of them. In the wee hours before sunrise, Ben sat hunched over his computer tapping into anything he could find to get his investigation underway. He found bits and pieces of information and assembled some notes:

* Gerhard Franz Lazenby: B.A. (UCLA, 1978), M.A. (UCLA, 1981), Ph.D. (UCLA, 1985). Lecturer, UCLA, 1984-1985, Professor, NYU, 1986-. Psychology Department Head. Departmental administrator of graduate student bursaries. Graduate courses current year: Current Issues in Psychology.

* Natalia Helena Lazenby (nee Fuentes): B.A. (NYU, 1999), M.A. (NYU, 2001), Ph.D. (NYU, 2005). Professor NYU, 2005-. Undergraduate courses current year: Paranormal Psychology; The Psychology of Mind Control. Past-President of the Hypnotic Therapy Association and a member in good standing.

* Jason Connor (J.C.) Hendricks: B.A. (FSU, 1979), B. Com. (FSU, 1981). Founder and CEO of Capital City Investments. Past-President, Regional Association of Investment Counsellors. Directorships in three corporations. Generous supporter of NYU graduate student bursaries.

* June Renata Hendricks (nee Rees): B.A. (NYU, 1997) Active proponent of human rights issues. June Rees was a leader in the feminist movement at NYU in the mid-Nineties, advocating gender equity and wider sexual freedoms. Apprehended, but never charged in student demonstrations.

By daybreak, Ben had gathered a couple of facts that piqued his interest, but not as much as he had hoped. The Professor was definitely a hypnotist, which would explain the counting and the “Wake up!” phrase that Sandie mumbled in her dream. This was very significant.

Perhaps there was something in June Hendrick’s past that connected her to his wife too? It seemed that she may have been a libertine as a student, with her advocacy of sexual freedom. Maybe she was having bisexual relations with Sandie? Of course, he had no way of knowing the significance of the three middle names: Franz, Helena and Renata.

When Sandie finally woke up, she found a note in big capital letters which Ben had left for her on the kitchen table:

STOP GOING TO LAZENBY’S

She laughed when she read it, thinking only that Ben was getting carried away by his suspicions again. Yes, she had a vague recollection of being very restless in her sleep, then waking suddenly with her husband shouting at her. But to accuse the professors of hypnotizing and having sex with her seemed ridiculous. Sandie resolved to hide future visits from Ben, or else simply lie about it.

Ben wasn’t getting anywhere because Suzie had already bonded with the two couples who supported her academically and financially. Furthermore, by skillfully layering actions and phrases into Sandie’s subconscious mind, The Professor was gradually controlling the young woman through Neuro-Linguistic Programming. To appease Ben, she told him that she wouldn’t go to their house anymore.

That evening, Ben gathered more information using news archives, targeting their names and maiden names. He located a small wedding announcement for Gerhard Franz Lazenby and Natalia Helena Fuentes, dated May 17, 1999. This caught his interest because she had just completed her Bachelor degree in Psychology in the same department where Lazenby taught. Her teacher maybe? Did Lazenby have an attraction to his female students?

He found another news item, an old photo showing June Rees leading a demonstration in New York. She was apparently topless at that moment, partly hidden behind a banner which read, “My Body. My Sex. My Choice” There were other partially-clad women in the background too. This was not your typical Pro-Choice rally. This one was advocating wide open sex.

Ben found that neither Old Lazenby or J.C. Hendricks were on social media; however, June Lazenby was virtually an open book, with comments to friends about how “absolutely wonderful” she was finding student sponsorship. She had married J.C. just two years before and there were honeymoon photos posted. Somewhere in the Mediterranean she was showing almost everything in a miniscule string bikini.

****

At the police station, Ben had coffee with the soon-to-retire detective whom he knew had attended UCLA in the Eighties. Did Frank remember the name Lazenby from his days there?

“Man, it is a huge campus. Unless he was in the Psych department, I wouldn’t know anything. And even then…. Well that’s a long time ago.”

“Gerhard Franz- ‘Gerry’- Lazenby was a grad student there and a lecturer in Psych about 1985. Mean anything to you?”

“Give me some time to think about it. Maybe this afternoon the old brain will have come up with it? I’ll check with my wife too. We met there.”

Ben made a point of corralling Frank the next day and was surprised by the little kernel of information that the detective had for him.

“The name was vaguely familiar to Corrine. I think Lazenby suddenly left UCLA. Small world, eh! Corrine thinks he may have been fucking one of his students and admin found out.”

“Really!” Ben exclaimed because now he realized something. “Thanks, Frank.”

“Why are you asking anyway? Something going on with this guy?”

“I only have strong suspicions right now. My wife is one of his grad students and I’m wondering if he has a pattern….”

“Yeah, I see why you might be a bit concerned.”

“Definitely. She goes to his house sometimes to meet with his wife, another professor, that she has an assistantship with marking papers.”

“If I was in your position, I’d be digging up everything I could about him right now. And keep her away from there.”

“Yeah, I told her that. I’ve been using the Internet and news archives to track his past, but I’m not getting very deep.”

“Ben, between us, let me tell you some ways a cop can get deeper than that. How about tomorrow at lunch time. Somewhere private, like my little office.”

****

The Professor had asked Sandie to come to her home on Wednesday afternoon again, this time to continue their discussion of the subconscious for her research paper. She decided that she would go and simply not tell her husband about it.

At 2:00 o’clock, she was standing on the front porch.

Natalia welcomed her in with a big hug and compliments about how lovely she looked in the short, tight, scoop-necked dress she was wearing. Psychological manipulation compelled Sandie to look her sexy best whenever she came to the house. The Professor was making ever-deeper inroads into her subconscious mind.

“Shall we go up to my library now to discuss your research, Sandra?”

“Yes, but could you fix me a strong coffee first? I’ve been drowsy after our talks and my husband asks me about it.”

This alarmed the Professor because she had thought that Sandra’s husband had stopped grilling her about the visits. She decided to find out more.

“How does Ben feel about you coming to my house every Wednesday afternoon, Sandra?”

“Not a problem,” she lied flat out.

“Good. I’ll fix that coffee now because Maria is off for the afternoon, as usual. Gives us complete privacy. Nice and quiet with no distractions.”

Then they were upstairs, settled into two comfortable chairs in the library to talk. Changing things up would always make it more difficult for a subject to establish a pattern over time. June wouldn’t be arriving until 3:00 today and the Professor had a little surprise planned for her.

“Let’s talk about the subconscious mind today, Sandra. You may discover that it is linked strongly to your Multiple Personalities research paper. What did you find?”

The two of them engaged in scholarly discussion about the different levels of the brain and their functions. They explored the connections between the subconscious and the conscious, bringing in research and theory from Sigmund Freud to the present day. The Professor was impressed with Sandra’s grasp of the material and told her so. They were relating to one another in a manner completely different from what was to follow.

After about a twenty minutes of discussion, the Professor invited Sandie to come into the office, where she would get her started on some new test marking. She set out the Answer Sheet and had her complete a few of the tests. Then, the Professor suddenly told her student that it seemed that there was something in her eye.

“Sandra, I think that some dirt has fallen into my eye, irritating it. Would you help me out? I’ll bring my chair in front of you and I want you to look very closely while I keep my eyes open wide without blinking. Ready now?”

Sandie suspected nothing and came in close and peered into The Professor’s wide open eyes. She began to speak softly.

“Look closely, Sandra…. Can you see it?…. Look into my eyes…. You’ll find it, Sandra…. Keep looking…. Keep looking, Sandra…. Do you see it?…. Come closer…. Do you see it, Sandra?”

The Professor heard a flat “No” and she waited a few moments more before she spoke again.

“Sandra, who am I?”

“Helena Fuentes.”

“Yes, Sandra…. Come with me now.”

The Professor led her through the short passage and into her bedroom once more. Sandie had another busy afternoon in store, with June coming soon too. First though, she would enjoy some preliminary sport with Sandra to warm them both up for bigger things. They would play the little ‘chase-and-catch’ game which they both always liked.

First Natalia slowly undressed Sandie, caressing her and complimenting every part of her lovely body as it was exposed. Then, she slipped off her own dress, revealing very sexy transparent white lingerie beneath. She had Sandie remove them from her while she kissed and touched her body. They went to the bed, where The Professor led them into French kissing while they explored one another’s private flesh. Then, the games began.

“Kiss my pussy, Sandra…. Mmmmm!… Now suck it…. Good girl.”

“Your turn…. What do YOU want, Sandra?”

“I want you to love me.”

“Tell me how, Sandra.”

“With your mouth and fingers.”

“I must catch you first, Sandra.”

They rolled around on the bed, Natalia trying to catch Sandie, while she pretended to get away. Then, she used her mouth and fingers, making the young woman squirm and squeal with pleasure. Next, the Professor would push her away, and predator would become prey. Sandra had become the perfect plaything in bed and absolutely reveled in this sensuous frolic.

Finally, Natalia let Sandie pin her down, her body covering The Professor’s to press her against the bed. Then came a full on attack on her pussy with mouth and fingers. In the end, Sandie brought her mentor to an enjoyable little orgasm, one which left her sufficient energy to play more later.

At 3:00, June arrived and Natalia met her at the front door in her robe.

“Warming her up again, I see. Did you leave enough of her for me today?”

“More than enough. You know that she will play as long as you want, June. Come upstairs.”

June rushed to the bedroom, where she found Sandra sitting naked in bed, waiting as The Professor had taught her. By now, June was quite comfortable being alone with the hypnotized young woman, confident that The Professor was next door with the door slightly ajar. She took a few minutes to undress and change into pink baby-dolls, conveniently leaving off the bottoms. Now she was ready for some great sex.

“Do you know me, Sandra?…. Who am I?”

“Yes, Renata Rees”

“What do I like, Sandra?”

“You like to love me.”

“Do you like it too?”

“Yes, Renata.”

June Hendricks climbed into bed beside her and took Sandie’s face between her hands, French kissing her. The young woman knew how to respond, locking June in a tight embrace. She gasped at the power she seemed to have unleashed in Sandra, then felt hands squeezing her breasts and pulling at her nipples.

A surge of lust flowed through June, leaving her tingling with anticipation. The promise of hot sex, and the thrill of power over this lovely little blonde had June excited for more today!

Then she felt other hands on her body and turned her head. Behind her, the Professor had joined them, wearing only her silky bra and panties. June wasn’t sure what to say or do next, but Natalia could see that she was aroused enough to be open to her proposal.

“We can both love her together June. I’d like that, and I think you would too. Let’s play with her now. We know that she has more than enough for both of us.”

June gave her a lusty little smile and nodded agreement. Then she went back to kissing Sandra’s mouth and tits while the Natalia spread the young woman’s legs and pleasured her pussy. Between the two of them, they soon had Sandie moaning and rolling her hips, before she managed to slip out from underneath. She just wanted to play some more.

Then it was June’s turn to be sexually mauled by two female ‘lovers’. Sandra and The Professor found every private part of her and lavished it with their lips and tongues. The woman was taken to another place, a sexual wonderland where she need only lay back and be physically loved. Her whole body felt alive, on sensory overload, stimulated like it had never been before.

It didn’t take long for her overheated brain to slip into her exhibitionist impulses. If being loved by two women was amazing, then imagining herself being WATCHED with two women was even better! With her mind locked onto this fantasy, June was soon gasping and calling out for the two of them to make her come. Then, June had a smashing orgasm at their hands!

Now, Sandie waited again, crouched on the bed, sitting on her haunches, knees bent, legs spread far apart, pelvis tilted upward. Her shaved pussy was fully displayed to her appreciative partners. She had an inner sense of what was expected next and she was alert for instructions.

“Love yourself, Sandra…. We will watch…. Do you want to?”

“Yes please, Helena.”

She brought one hand to her wet labia and began to finger herself. With the other hand, she tugged at a nipple, drawing it into a long peak. Her head instinctively tilted back; her eyes closed, and a soft moan of pure pleasure came from her open mouth.

More and more, while hypnotized like this, Sandie had become a sensate being, operating only on physical stimulation. The Professor was gradually taking control of her subconscious mind, turning Sandra into her personal toy. Touching her sensitive pink flesh on command for Helena always felt so good. She wanted to love herself for them.

To watch Sandie shamelessly caressing her clitoris and kneading her soft breast, one would hardly recognize the academic young woman discussing her thesis a short time ago. Her sleek body was the same, though now completely displayed, but there was a glazed look on her face. She was someplace else.

Her conscious mind was powered down now, while her senses were heightened. It felt as if her clitoris was a hungry thing that must be satisfied, must be fingered until that wonderful gripping and clenching of muscles took place, the peak of her pleasure. Why? Ask a bird why it flies. Sandie only knew that she wanted this, needed this now.

“Come for us, Sandra…. Show us how…. Come hard now.”

“Yes, Helena.”

“You must ask, Sandra.”

“Please, can I come for you, Helena?”

“Yes, come now… my precious.”

Immediately Sandie’s fingers began to fly across her clitoris as she leaned backward, supporting herself with a straightened arm, and offering her body to them. She could feel it rising in her, growing stronger and more urgent. Her breathing changed to gasps and her soft moaning to a wail from deep in her throat. Then she began to chant as the wave inside rose higher.

“I’m your toy… your sexy toy…. See me come…. See me come…. Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!… Ohhh…. Ohhhhh…. Yes!… Yes!… Yesssss!”

Sandie’s senses were on auto-pilot now, shaking her body, lifting her thighs off the bed, and leaving her trembling with pleasure. Slowly she came back down and took her fingers away. Then Sandie sat watching The Professor, catching her breath and awaiting further direction.

“Amazing! She never ceases to thrill me, Nat… Helena. What a little treasure!”

“I’m only getting started with her submission. I have so much more planned for her.

Bondage. Private sex shows. And she’s ours as long as you continue with her bursary, Renata.”

“Wonderful. Our personal little fuck toy! Oh my god, the things that money can buy!” June cruelly joked.

It was time to go through the ritual. The dressing, the washing and straightening up, the sitting down in front of work with pen in hand. While Natalia meticulously went through these steps, June quickly dressed herself and went to the kitchen to drop off her gift envelope. Then she let herself out the side door.

“Thank you so much for doing all this marking, Sandra! Look what you managed in the past couple of hours. It is so satisfying to have you here. You’ll never know how thrilled I am with you! A real treasure!”

Sandie couldn’t know The Professor’s real meaning; nor could she fathom how she had completed all the marking piled in front of her. Yes, those were her initials at the top of each cover page, and a look at her watch confirmed that she’d been working for almost two hours. This often seemed to happen. Time flew by when she was at The Professor’s home. A short time later, Natalia gave Sandie the envelope and drove her home.

****

“What you need, Ben, is some good evidence that a crime has been committed. Don’t go confronting Lazenby directly- though I’m sure you want to, based on everything that you’ve told me.”

Ben was talking quietly with Frank Montague, the old detective with whom he had struck up a work-related friendship. He had the experience with the law to know what this young, worried man should do to satisfy his concerns.

“You need to gather some hard evidence- not a whole lot- but enough for us to seek a court order to enter and search the home thoroughly. We need a search warrant, but only a judge can authorize it. The hard part is to get some decent evidence, either incriminating material or reliable information, to convince a judge to sign it.”

“I don’t see how I could get inside to find evidence.”

“Maybe someone on the inside can get it for you? If that’s not possible, you might be able to ‘wire’ someone who goes inside.”

“Wire? Is that a recording device?”

“Right. Nowadays, a tiny voice-activated audio unit. Any chance of doing that?”

“My friend Marty used to go every Friday afternoon, but since I talked about my suspicions, he’s refusing to go. Missed this past Friday for the first time.”

“Hmmm…. Does anybody else go in and out of the place? Workers, delivery… people like that?”

“Well…. Yes, they have a maid whom I met at their last party. An older lady. Mary…Maria?”

“Try her. See if she has noticed anything odd and maybe she’ll help? Marty, with audio is possible too.”

“So, how do I make contact with the maid, privately or in my uniform?”

“Do plenty of surveillance around their house, especially at the beginning or the end of a working day. If you see her, question her in uniform. She’ll probably co-operate that way. Ask about suspicious activity of any kind, like patterns of coming and going she sees with her employers. She’s there a lot. Maybe she sees a lot too?”

“Should we send Marty in there with a recording device as well?”

“It would speed things up, that’s for sure. We could get a warrant easily if anything incriminating is recorded. I’m sure that you won’t rest as long as your wife insists on going back.”

“Definitely! I’ll talk to him about going in with it on Friday. Meanwhile, I’ll stay home Wednesday afternoon if that’s what it takes to keep my stubborn wife away!”

“Good. I’ll get the device and you get a pair of his trousers. It’ll be sewn in so that it comes back out with him. Let me know if he agrees.”

Would Marty agree to do it when he knew that The Professor would hypnotize him? After that, she and probably her friend June, would have sex with him. Ben had to convince his friend to take one (or two) for the team. On Sunday, he dropped over to Marty’s place to talk to him.

“Marty, I’m sure that both Lazenby’s are at her, but she just won’t listen to me. We have to bring them down to put an end to this.”

“WE! What part do you think I’m going to play in this? I’m staying away.”

“I need a search warrant to bust them, and I can’t get it without some solid evidence. Not healed scratches on your back. Not Sandie talking in her sleep. Not time that seems lost over there. Real evidence. Without it- no warrant to enter the house.”

“What’s that got to do with me?”

“The cops want you to go for your usual Friday afternoon visit with The Professor….. Hear me out…. They’ll sew a little recorder into your jeans, and it will pick up everything said. That will seal the deal.”

“Yeah sure, but meantime I’ll be fucking Lazenby….”

“And probably Mrs. Hendricks too. But you can blow the lid off this whole scheme they’re running. You’ll come out with what we need to bring them all down.”

“Sorry Ben. I will not go over there with those two. I begged off last week and I will this week too. The cops will have to find some other way to get their warrant. I won’t fuck them again!”

That was going to make things more difficult. When Ben cooled down later, he realized that it wasn’t something he’d want to do either. Those women were about his mother’s age and that made having sex with them seem pretty distasteful. Maybe Marty was thinking the same thing. He’d let Frank know that a device was off the table.

****

The next day, Ben was parked around the corner, watching the Lazenby house. It was about noon when he spotted an older woman walking down the driveway from the side of the house. He saw her turn to follow the sidewalk in the direction of a small commercial area a block away. When she was far enough away from the house, Ben pulled up alongside and beckoned her to the cruiser. He showed her his badge and asked her to come inside. She was clearly nervous and upset.

“What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong, officer?”

Ben confirmed that she was Maria, the Lazenby’s maid for the past several years. She kept the place clean and prepared their supper before leaving for the day. She also helped them prepare for the big parties which they hosted about four times a year.

“Have you noticed anything different there this school year, Maria?”

“No…. Well…. They did change my time off. Now I go home at noon Wednesdays and Fridays.”

Ben found that interesting because he knew that his wife used to visit their house Wednesday afternoons and Martin was always scheduled for Fridays. He could see that The Professor would have the place all to herself with Maria gone.

“So, do you have fewer hours now or do you work another day?”

“I come in on Saturday and work until mid-afternoon, changing beds and doing all the laundry.”

Ben had a thought. Maybe something about the beds? After all, that would probably be where any sex took place. And Suzie had mentioned laying in a soft bed when The Professor took her on that first house tour during the party six or seven weeks ago.

“Tell me about the beds, Maria. Anything unusual since the school year started? Anything at all?”

“OK. His hardly needs to be changed, but hers is always a mess. They have two separate suites and another bedroom in the middle that some weeks hasn’t even been used.”

“How is hers a mess?”

“The sheets have been pulled out from beneath the mattress. Completely rumpled like she was wrestling in there. Maybe she’s a restless sleeper? I make the beds up every day. Mid-week I practically need to start right from scratch.”

Then she hesitated as if there was more to say. Ben was beginning to think that he might be on to something here, so he asked more questions.

“Anything else about her messy bed? Anything at all?”

“Well…. The sheets are covered with a lot of hair, different colours.”

“What colours, Maria?”

Now Ben was on to something.

“Her long black hair, of course, but on Saturday morning, when I change the sheets, I see long blonde hair, and shiny dark-brown too. I sometimes wonder who else has been in there. Lovers maybe? But I don’t say anything.”

Ben knew this was very important information. It seemed like Sandie, and probably Marty would account for the blonde and dark-brown hair. Maybe he could use it to help get that search warrant? He had an idea.

“We think there is something suspicious going on. The hair might be from the suspects,” he lied. “Will you help me? Good. When you change her bed on Saturday, just fold up her sheets. Don’t shake them or clean them. Fold the ends in so nothing falls out. I want you to bring them to me when you leave on Saturday. Hide them in a bag so nobody sees. Use other sheets like them when you make up the bed. Understand?”

“Yes. Seems strange to me, though. Dirty sheets?”

“You mustn’t tell anyone. No-one at all. This is an important investigation, maybe a crime.”

“Alright. Where will I meet you, officer?”

“Right here, about this time. Walk out just like you did today and I’ll pull up here beside you so you can hand me the bag. Understand? Remember, don’t shake out the sheets. Fold them in to save all the hair.”

“Yes. I’ll help you catch the criminals.”

Little did she know that the criminals were her employers.

****

Old Lazenby was at work in his departmental office, at the moment calculating the flow of donor support into the coffers of the Psychology Department. He kept a very close watch on this money movement because over the years he’d identified little ways to use the funds to generate side income for himself. Even The Professor was unaware of his tricks which scammed thousands of dollars for his fine wine and cigars.

Some trusting donors made their cheques out in his name, promised that it would go into the Psychology Department coffers very soon. Lazenby delayed until late in the year before getting this money to Finance. Donors would get their tax receipt for the current year; in the meantime, Old Lazenby had a significant sum to invest for several months in conservative, high-dividend stocks.

His personal cellphone rang. It was J.C. Hendricks.

“Hold on, J.C. while I close the door…. OK, how are you today?”

“Annoyed, Lazenby. Annoyed. You know what I want, and I don’t see anything happening. What’s the Hell is going on?”

“Like I told you, J.C., it’s in the works. Natalia is making sure that both can be under at the same time. She’s trying a simple new technique and she said it worked perfectly with the girl. He’s coming Friday and she’ll try it with him. That should do complete the run-up to a show.”

“A week Friday night, Lazenby. I want this to happen a week Friday night. No more delays.”

“If he goes under as easily as she did, I assure you it will happen.”

“Seven o’clock, a week from Friday, unless I hear otherwise. Any longer and I pull our sponsorship.”

“We’re doing our best. But we can’t try this until we’re sure. I don’t have to remind you of the possible consequences of rushing into it. J.C., lately I have been having some misgivings about this whole business.”

“And I just reminded you of the possible consequences of dragging your ass any longer, Lazenby. A week Friday at 7:00. We’ll both be there for an exciting evening. Got it?”

“We understand each other. I can finalize with you only after she tries him out, not before,” Old Lazenby said firmly, adding, “We must always be cautious with this.”

****

The Professor flagged Marty down when she saw him in the department about mid-week. She had something important to tell him. She closed the door as he sat down.

“How’s the research coming along? That Neuro-Linguistic Programming material sounded very promising for a Mind Control thesis, and I’d like to get a better sense of where you think it might lead.”

“It’s looking good, Professor. I think that I’m on to something here. And I see great possibilities in it for setting up experimental and control groups.”

“Excellent! Please get your thoughts organized for us to discuss it further at my home office Friday afternoon, Martin.”

“I won’t be able to make it. Busy with some other things,” he lied evasively.

Marty was determined not to visit the Lazenby home again, now that he had a pretty clear idea about her hypnosis and its aftermath. The Professor stared at him for a little while, thinking about how she could apply some force. Both she and June were so looking forward to more of this muscular young man. She spoke firmly, persuasively.

“But you must come on Friday at 2:00, Martin. The Hendricks are eager to hear about your progress and he has made himself available. Mr. Hendricks is an important donor and I don’t want to disappoint him.”

“And what if I say no?” Martin retorted coolly.

“There are twenty thousand reasons why you can’t say no, Martin. You signed an agreement that you would make yourself available from time-to-time to meet with your bursary sponsors, the Hendricks. I strongly advise you to change your plans.”

He thought for a minute, running it through his mind. He did not want to be hypnotized and have sex with those two women. However, with Mr. Hendricks present, that would be very unlikely to happen. And there was that fat bursary to consider.

“OK. I’ll do it,” he sighed. “How long should I plan for?”

“Take them through your whole process of narrowing down your choice. In a nutshell, what we’ve talked about on Friday afternoons. Then expand on your current interest. They’ll probably have questions., then we’ll end up with more refreshments. Altogether, figure two hours at the outside. It will be a fun afternoon.”

That is exactly what Martin did NOT want it to become!

However, now that he was going to the Lazenby’s on Friday, he phoned Ben to tell him that he would take in a recording device after all. Ben was elated because he wasn’t sure if the hair on The Professor’s sheets would be enough evidence to demonstrate to a judge that a crime had been committed. By Thursday evening, an unmarked car delivered Marty’s trousers, the tiny audio device neatly sewn into the bottom of a front pocket.

****

Marty sat in The Professor’s library with his notes on his lap, ready to talk about his thesis research. Natalia sat close to him and Mrs. Hendricks across. She kept looking at her phone, checking the time and watching for text messages. It was false, pretending that J.C. Hendrick’s was running late, when he wasn’t coming in the first place. It was the devious method The Professor had used to force Martin to come for his Friday afternoon visit.

“Ah, he just texted me,” June pretended, looking at her phone. “‘Running late. Start without me. I’ll catch up.” I think that we should just go ahead now, rather than waiting. I’m eager to hear about your research on Mind Control, Martin. A fascinating topic!”

“I agree,” said the Professor. “And if he doesn’t make it, he can hear the next presentation as things move along. Go ahead, Martin.”

For the next twenty minutes, Martin outlined his initial investigation to narrow the topic of Mind Control to a manageable size. He detailed the topical areas he had researched and ruled out: military applications such as torture and water-boarding, and hypnosis. He noticed June Hendricks look at the Professor when he mentioned hypnosis, and he knew why. Finally, Martin spoke of his initial interest in drugs which could exert powerful effects on the mind.

At this point, Mr. Hendricks still had not arrived. The Professor called for a refreshment break and thanked Martin for his presentation. She suggested that he save the other half of it for a future progress report when Mr. Hendricks could make it, perhaps next Friday evening.

Suddenly, Natalia brought her hand to her head and leaned toward Martin, claiming that something had just gone into her eye.

A minute later, Martin had been hypnotized, every bit as quickly and easily as Sandra had been using the same technique. She led Martin through her office and into her bedroom with June a few steps behind. The perfect host, she told her friend that she could go first. As always, Natalia would have the door ajar in case there was some problem.

June had worn a very sheer negligee beneath her street clothes, one that revealed far more of her private flesh than it hid. It didn’t take long for Mrs. Hendricks to get her mouth around Martin’s thick cock while ordering him to play with her nipples. She was burning with lust for this strong young man’s sexual attentions again, so occupied with Martin that she scarcely noticed Natalia’s weight on the bed behind her.

The Professor wore a short, black bustier with half cups which pushed up and displayed her tits right to the nipples. A tiny black thong completed the ensemble. June had her back to her host, leaning over Martin’s cock, so Natalia slid her hand beneath the woman until her fingers reached June’s exposed pussy. She just continued blowing her young man. Thus encouraged, the Professor slipped her fingers inside, searching for the sensitive little bud. June eased her legs farther apart, welcoming further exploration.

All three were highly stimulated- the devil’s cauldron, with carnal desires bubbling over. As Natalia vigorously rolled her sticky fingers across June’s engorged clitoris, the woman sucked Martin’s swollen member deeper into her mouth. He continued pulling at her big nipples, as June writhed with pleasure from her host’s practiced fingers. Soon June was nearing her peak, twitching and moaning around the big cock almost in her throat.

June and Martin orgasmed at about the same time, both quite intensely, bodies jerking and heaving with the release of pent-up tension. June’s cries of delight were almost choked out by the thick torrent of sperm which her young man jerked into her mouth. He filled her up and it spilled from the corners! Both were gasping for air while the Professor looked on. Now it was her turn.

“Martin…. You must love me now…. Use your mouth,” and she stretched out before him, pointing to her freshly trimmed pussy.

He knew what to do. As June got up to dress herself, then straighten up in the bathroom, Martin skillfully gave oral to Natalia as she had taught him. She had carefully layered trigger phrases and corresponding sexual behaviour deep into Martin’s subconscious mind to make him her personal sex machine. Licking, kissing, and finally deep sucking had The Professor up to the top and back again by the time June was ready to slip out for the day.

“Leave the envelopes in the drawer, June. And tell J.C. to put next Friday at 7:00 on his entertainment calendar, a sex show here with the two of them that he’ll never forget!”

The little audio device sewn into Marty’s trousers caught it all.

****

On Saturday afternoon Ben rushed into Frank Montague’s office with a plastic shopping bag in his hand. Inside were the sheets from Natalia Lazenby’s bed. He figured that some of Marty’s brown hair would be there, mixed with The Professor’s. What he didn’t expect were long blonde hairs from his wife, because to his knowledge, she was following his advice and staying away.

“What’s in the bag, Ben?”

“The Lazenbys’ maid told me that when she changes the bed Saturday mornings, the woman’s sheets have lots of hair in them. Different colours of hair. She brought me the sheets today.”

“Excellent! Some evidence for Forensics. Mind if I take a little peak?”

Frank carefully opened the top of the bag and gingerly turned one fold open. They didn’t have to look very hard to see long black hairs. And there were some long blonde ones too.

“Damn. Sandie was over there this week! I told her to stay away. Any white ones? I hope that old bastard Lazenby wasn’t at her again. I swear, I’ll kill…”

“Ben, you probably won’t have to. If they’re sexually using your wife and your friend, this is solid evidence toward a long spell in prison. I’ll get it to the lab right away.”

“Anything yet about the audio device that Marty wore in yesterday?”

“It’s being picked up right about now. Can’t wait to hear it! A sure thing for that warrant, I hope.”

****

Sandie had to cancel her Wednesday visit to the Lazenby residence. She really wasn’t feeling very well and came by The Professor’s office Tuesday morning to explain herself. Her mentor frowned, then passed along a small pile of tests and the matching Answer Sheet. She was thinking.

“Why don’t you come over on Friday evening at 7:00 instead, Sandra? I’m having Mr. and Mrs. Hendricks in for the evening and I’d like to have you talk to them about your Multiple Personality research. June studied Psychology and I know she’d be very interested. I’m inviting Martin to outline his thesis work too.”