Student Bodies: Sex with the Grads

How do victims rebound from criminal abuse? Do the acts committed against them leave lasting marks? Can they go on with life as they knew it?

Sandra Weston, Martin Benning, and Melanie Rossignol were three of a dozen young graduate students sexually used by their professors and university alumni. Natalia Lazenby had hypnotized them in an evil sex-for-bursaries scheme set up by her husband, Old Lazenby. They are at the centre of this tale, along with Ben Weston, Sandie’s mate, the rookie cop who cracked the case.

In recent weeks, Sandie had been spending plenty of time with Martin Benning. There were hours of sex, driven by the animal instincts which had been embedded by Natalia Lazenby’s hypnotic powers. They understood that a strong connection had been forged between them by their common experience.

Between trysts, they were talking about their future at the university. Marty was resuming his doctoral thesis work. But Sandie was reluctant to return after the way two of her trusted professors had deceived and used her. They were discussing this as they sat across the table from each other in the edge-of-campus coffee shop.

“Look, Sandie, if you don’t go back, you’re giving in. The Lazenbys win. Go back to school, and you thumb your nose at them.”

“Maybe, but I couldn’t go back there. It would be too much like researching for The Professor again.”

“I understand that. But here’s a thought. My research is still about Neuro-Linguistic Programing, but now I do it as someone who was taken in. Been there, done that, right? It gives me a different approach. Could you do that sort of thing?”

“Not sure if it would work with my old topic, Multiple Personalities? Anyway, I don’t want to go over all that!”

Marty wasn’t about to give up yet.

“The Rubins’ de-programming sessions are cool. Could you do something with that, researching it as someone who’s part of the process?”

“Hmmm…. Now that’s interesting, Marty. A study of de-programing as experienced by a participant. Things like: what was done; how I felt about it; and, how it has affected me. Yes…. Maybe you’re on to something there.”

“I’m sure they’d fix you up with a good advisor. The university is doing everything they can to make us happy. I think that strange-looking guy, Professor Byrd, has worked with people escaping cults.”

“I like your idea, Marty! I know Ben really wants me back at school. Thinks it would be good for me. Hey, you’ve been a great help. Thanks!”

Sandie smiled at Marty and reached across the table to take his hand. She squeezed it tightly and trained her eyes on his. She held onto it for a long time, not saying anything, just gazing into his soul. Then she spoke slowly, almost hypnotically.

“You help me so much, Marty…. You understand me…. We’ve been through so much…. We’re the same.”

“Yes, Sandie,” he replied in a flat tone. “We are…. We really are.”

She could tell that he was falling under her power once again, so she continued.

“We should talk now…. At your place…. Let’s go talk.”

“Yes, Sandie…. I want to talk…. At my place…. Let’s go.”

“Your keys, Marty…. I’ll drive…. Let’s go now…. Take my arm.”

“Take my keys…. Yes…. To my place,” he mumbled robotically as they got up to leave the coffee shop, Sandie locking his arm to steer him out the door.

They were on their way to one more spirited ‘talk’ session in Marty’s bed. Sandie was craving another one of those mind-blowing orgasms which she had experienced so often with the Lazenbys and June Hendricks while hypnotized. It seemed that her past had imprinted her subconscious mind so deeply that it now ruled her.

Her friend knew how to deliver just what she wanted.

****

Sandie sped to Marty’s apartment, telegraphing her intentions by resting her open palm on his upper thigh most of the time. In case there was any doubt, when she parked and turned the key, she cupped his balls through his jeans and squeezed. Sandie smiled as he turned, gazing into his eyes intently.

“I need to fuck…. I need it bad, Marty!”

“I need it too…. Come upstairs now.”

“You understand me…. The Professor did this.”

“Yes…. I need it too.”

They went quickly to his apartment and straight to his bedroom. Sandie pulled off her jeans and sweater, revealing the sexy underthings which Natalia had picked out for her. A push-up half-bra gathered everything from her chest and presented it with part of her now-extended nipples on display. Her tiny thong barely covered her shaved mound, and from behind there was one string between her legs and another around her waist.

She turned slowly to model for Marty.

“You like?” she teased.

“Oh yeah!… Where’d you get that?”

“An evil woman chose it for me,” Sandie joked, able to acknowledge The Professor’s part in her new sexuality.

“Where’s the clasp?” was all Marty could say, as he fumbled to undo the bra.

“Let’s try the sofa today instead of your bed all the time,” Sandie teased, for this was the fourth time they’d been together in the past few weeks.

Very quickly they reverted to their imprinted states- Sandie was his sex toy and Marty her sex machine. There was something deep in their subconscious that embraced these roles so avidly. She lay on her back spread wide and beckoned with a crooked finger for him to come into her. He didn’t think twice, eager to again enjoy this petite, blonde beauty with whom he was so closely bonded.

“Ohhh…. That feels good!… I love your fat cock.”

“Your pussy is amazing!… It’s gripping me tight.”

“Give it to me now!… Fuck me…. I need it!”

“Anytime…. When you want it.”

“I want it…. Now.”

Both were firmly locked into their mind-altered states: toy meet machine. Sandie clung to his shoulders, pulling him against her with each thrust of his big cock, meeting every push with an outward heave of her own. His knees were levered in the crease between the sofa cushions, her pussy made more accessible by a cushion beneath her buttocks. Sandie’s creamy juices squished each time they came together.

“Try another way, Marty…. I’ll bring my legs right up… then really pound me!”

“Whatever you want, Natal… I mean, Sandie.”

Marty was so deep into his subconscious brain that he momentarily forgot who he was with! His friend’s concentrated stare had overcome all rational thought.

As Marty drove his big rod into Sandie’s sopping pussy, he felt alive, doing exactly what he’d been trained for by The Professor. With each hand, he took one of Sandie’s feet and moved them apart. Below him, he could see her enveloping organ, a rosy pink with exertion. Higher up, her creamy tits were capped with peaked nipples which she was pulling and twisting in her arousal. Beyond that, was her lovely face and penetrating green eyes.

“Fuck me!… Fuck me harder, Marty,” she commanded, and he obeyed.

Both were enjoying this performance, but they were beginning to tire. And the leather sofa had become slippery and uncomfortable with their dripping perspiration.

“On the rug now…. From behind,” Sandie called out.

Marty’s cock was bursting with his seed, ready for release into his partner. As soon as he fed it back into her, he began sliding to her depths, aided by plentiful lubrication. Sandie gripped the rug between her fingers, prepared for his invading onslaught. Soon, the slap-slap-slap of groin against butt filled the room.

“That’s it, Marty…. Harder! Harder!… Fuck me!” Sandie ordered and he willingly complied.

“What a pussy!… What a sweet pussy!” he babbled, starting to lose what little mind he had left at this point.

“More! More, Marty!… More!” she urged, and Marty the Sex Machine shifted into his top gear.

Now they were almost there, climbing, reaching, grasping for what they both needed so much. They didn’t realize that they were performing for the Lazenbys, for June Hendricks again. They were behaving exactly as Natalia had programmed them, their subconscious minds on autopilot. Her evil manipulations would not be easily undone.

“Ugh!… Ugh!… Oh, Marty!… Ugh!… Ugh!… Yes…. Yessss….Mmmmppphhhh!!!”

Sandie came first, launching into a series of convulsions which wracked her over-heated body. She clenched the rug, arching her back upward as muscles grabbed, then released. Still, Marty kept pumping into her from behind.

“Oh my god!… Stop Marty!… Stop! Stop!” she ordered, breathlessly.

But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Marty was almost there now himself. A few more thrusts would do it.

His cock erupted like a throttled volcano, blasting his cum up into the deepest recesses of his partner’s lithe body. Once… twice… three times… and more, he continued to plunge into her until he had been drained.

By now both were exhausted and crumpled into a damp heap on the carpet to catch their breath.

“Remember, Marty. This is secret,” Sandie rasped, and he nodded his head.

“I’ll never say a thing to anybody, Sandie…. They’d never understand.”

****

Mrs. Rubin’s de-programming classes had certainly given Sandie ample opportunity to see how different methods were applied to ‘unlearning’ imprinted ideas. For example, the trainer had used negative reinforcement, in an attempt to extinguish Natalia Lazenby’s cues that her hypnotized grads should wear slutty clothing.

It hadn’t worked in Sandie and Melanie Rossignol’s cases. They still reveled in wearing their trashiest, sexiest things when they met at each other’s homes for tea and more. They’d done so three times already and had become well acquainted with each other’s intense inner desires for female flesh.

Some of Mrs. Rubin’s sessions were less coercive. At times, she stepped back and focused more on the interaction of the group of seven female victims. She wanted individuals to be supportive of one another. They’d all been through the same thing with the Lazenbys and some alumni, so they understood each other.

Sandie began to see her meetings for de-programming as a research topic. She soon realized that her experiences in the group, coupled with professional research would provide an excellent thesis topic. She discussed it with Mrs. Rubins and she readily agreed, thinking such self-examination would help Sandie shake off Natalia’s influence.

So Sandie decided to go back to school. Marty’s idea had been excellent, and he had even suggested a new advisor, Professor Byrd. She had her confidant to thank for her renewed sense of direction. Of course, she also appreciated that he had restored her ability to orgasm too!

Within a week, Sandie sat face-to-face with Byrd in his spacious office. She was quick to note the similarity between his name and features. He was about fifty, with a hooked nose like a hawk’s beak, and small, dark eyes close together on each side of it. Coupled with his thick-framed black glasses, the Professor had a penetrating gaze that put people ill at ease.

“I’m pleased to be your advisor, Sandra. It’s brave of you to return to your studies. I’m told you have a great deal of potential, perhaps a future doctoral candidate?”

“Thank you, Professor Byrd. Yes, I think I’d like to continue on now,” she added.

“To get right to the point, de-programming will offer plenty of academic research opportunity. I understand that you are in Mrs. Rubin’s sessions, right?”

“I am. She’s an interesting woman,” Sandie replied objectively, sensing that Byrd was going to say something about her.

“Do you find her methods effective in your own experience?”

Sandie could see that the Professor wasted no time in getting to the heart of things. Perhaps it was a result of his own experiences working with cult escapees?

“I’m not sure yet. She uses different types of methods. Negative reinforcement and group support come to mind.”

“I see. That pretty much frames the current debate in this subject. In one, an authority figure, usually someone with a strong, forceful personality, has control of the person being de-programmed.”

“That’s Mrs. Rubins, alright.”

“In the other, the person is empowered to take a strong role in their own healing. This is the SIA method, Strategic Interactive Approach. Her group support method is rooted in this one.”

“Sounds interesting, Professor. You’ve helped me already with that summary.”

“To get started on this research, I’d like you to read all you can find about an early cult de-programmer named Ted Patrick, way back in the 70s. This is where it started, and frankly, Mrs. Rubins uses some of his methods. Don’t get me wrong, I have great respect for her, but I would like to keep any discussion like this between the two of us. Am I clear?”

“Absolutely, Professor Byrd.”

“Good. I want you to keep a journal about your sessions with her, especially from the perspective of how you feel about them. It would be important to regularly evaluate how they seem to be affecting you, if at all. You should explain to her that you’ll be doing this.”

“I will. She already knows that I’m researching this topic and she fully supports it.”

“Excellent. So, let’s meet here at the same time next week. We’ll discuss your findings about Patrick’s methods, then move into some SIA research.”

“Great! I’m ready to get started on this.”

“And, Mrs. Weston, we’ll only meet at this office. Never at my home, OK.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that, Professor.”

****

Ben Weston was waiting in Miriam ‘s office for his private appointment with her. As their university-appointed marriage counsellor, she was concerned about Ben’s intense anger toward Old Lazenby. This professor had engaged in sex with Sandie several times while she was hypnotized. Natalia had joined them at times for threesomes, and had taken lurid photos of the old guy fucking Sandie.

“Hello, Ben. Sorry I kept you waiting. I was reviewing your file and thinking of suggestions to help you.”

“Good. All set to start now, Doctor?”

“Call me Miriam during our time together, just as I’ll call you Ben instead of Mr. Weston.”

Ben just bobbed his head in agreement.

“That intense anger about Gerhard Lazenby is our topic. I understand your feelings, Ben. But we need to get them in check.”

“Yeah…. Sometimes I want to kill him. How do I control that feeling? I mean, I carry a gun in my job.”

“There are ways we can talk about. For one thing, you’ll need to learn to calm yourself when you get these feelings. Talk yourself down from them.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“First, you need to take some deep breaths to give yourself time to remember this strategy. Remind yourself that he has already been very heavily punished. He’s been found guilty on all charges. He also suffered a crushing heart attack the night of his arrest and is almost totally incapacitated. Remind yourself how he has disgraced himself before his peers and the broader community….”

“I’m almost feeling sorry for him when you put it that way, Doc,” Ben joked.

“Tell yourself that he did this all to himself. He was the author of his own fate, from respected professor to reviled pervert. No need to kill him Ben because he destroyed himself already.”

“Yes, I see what you’re saying. He’s nothing anymore. Beneath my contempt. And he did it all to himself.”

“That’s it, Ben. If you can remember that basic idea, it can go a long way to ridding yourself of thoughts about him that plague you.”

“It seems too simple, Miriam. Is that all I need to do?”

“No, of course not, but it is a very good start. At some level you are still angry with your wife too, aren’t you? She wouldn’t listen to your pleas to stay away from the Lazenbys, and we all know how that turned out.”

“Well… yes I am angry with her at a certain level. Not as much as Old Lazenby, but enough that it clouds our marriage at times.”

“That only intensifies the strains between you and Sandie. This has hurt her very much, and she feels shame, no doubt. Your anger toward her only pushes you apart.”

“I can see that. She’s not the same with me. She seems to spend a lot of time talking with our friend Marty these days instead of me. And this other victim now, Melanie Rossignol. Sandie says the two of them understand her because they experienced hypnosis and sexual abuse too.”

“Maybe she feels guilt with you and not these other two? That was a word she used in the last session to describe your relationship now. Maybe with them she finds acceptance without guilt?”

“I never thought of it that way.”

“Yes, she has probably developed a bond with them because of their similar experiences under hypnosis.”

Miriam had no idea how close she had just come to identifying the strong connection which Sandie had formed with both of them. She couldn’t have known that Sandie was having rampant sex and strong orgasms with both Marty and Melanie on a regular basis. It was guilt-free sex between programmed minds.

“So, I need to work harder to bring Sandie toward me rather than pushing her away. Is that it? I mean, I do try very hard to be patient with her. It’s just that… well… the sex is not like before. She’s just not very interested….”

“Remember, Ben, she was hypnotized and had no more control over what happened to her than if she had been drugged. She was not responsible for what happened, totally a victim. It will take her a long time to come back from this. Be patient with her.”

“I understand. You make things so clear. If I can be more patient and control my anger, you’ll have been a big help to me.”

“That’s the spirit, Ben. We’ll check up in a month to see how these things are going. Next week I meet with her, and I’ll get more insight about her guilt feelings. You need to make sure you aren’t contributing to them.”

“Then we both meet with you two weeks from now?”

“Right. I won’t see you until then.”

Ben left Miriam ‘s office resolved to apply some of the good advice which she had offered.

****

Sandie had an appointment with her personal therapist Dr. Nikki Greatash later that week. She made a point of dressing well- and very sexy- with plenty of lipstick and makeup. In fact, it might look like she was going on a date rather than a counselling session. She had been thinking about Dr. Greatash a particular way- naked.

“Hi Sandie. My, don’t you look nice! Feeling good, I see.”

The doctor noticed her client’s comely appearance and mistakenly interpreted it as projecting self-confidence- a good thing. In fact, it had an entirely different purpose- seduction.

“I am, Doctor Nikki. I feel very good today, and I hope we can work together.”

“I do too, Sandie. Last time you were concerned about how your experiences under hypnosis were affecting your sexuality. Specifically, you thought you might be stepping out as bi. Is that right?”

“Yes. I really do think that is the case now.”

“Why are you so certain about that? Has something happened to convince you?”

“Well…. I won’t tell you that I still find you very appealing, because I know you don’t want me to say that….”

“No, I don’t! Remember that conversation we had about appropriate boundaries….”

“Nikki, lately I’ve been attracted to other women too.”

“Oh…. Have they known that you were drawn to them? Did you say anything?”

“More than that. Nikki, I’ve… I’ve… been intimate with her already. Three times in fact. And I hope we’ll do it again soon.”

“Oh…. I see. And you seem completely comfortable with this now. Last time you expressed concern, worry.”

“Yes, Nikki. I accept it now and I enjoy it- a lot. Can I ask you something?”

“Hmm…. OK,” the doctor replied hesitantly, wondering what was on her mind.

“Have you ever been intimate with another woman? Sexually, I mean. Have you?”

“I don’t have to answer that, Sandie,” she said nervously. “It’s not a question you should be asking your therapist. You must know that?”

“I think you have, Doctor Nikki,” Sandie persisted, now staring closely into her eyes.

“Let’s get back to your case,” the doctor said, getting somewhat flustered now.

Something didn’t feel quite right at the moment. Her head seemed to be a little dizzy and her judgement clouded.

“You can tell me,” Sandie coaxed, now reaching to touch Nikki’s arm while continuing to penetrate her professional armour with her stare. “Come on, tell me now…. Tell me Nikki…. Tell me everything.”

The eyes, the touch, the repetition, the coaxing voice- all of it was coming together, causing the doctor’s mind and body to drop into a restful state. Her shoulders slumped forward and her eyes became heavy, half-closed. Sandie took her limp hand and found it very warm. Boldly, she put her hand across the doctor’s breast and felt her slow heartbeat. Nikki seemed to have fallen into an altered state.

“Do you like me, Nikki?” Sandie asked softly.

“Yes, I do,” she replied in a low monotone.

“Nikki…. Have you loved a woman before?”

“Yes…. We were young…. Camping.”

“Tell me, Nikki…. What happened?”

“It was dark…. We were kissing…. In the tent.”

“And then?”

“She touched my breasts.”

“Oh, like this?” and Sandie began to caress the doctor over top of her blouse.

There was no resistance, so she slowly unfastened the buttons until she reached Nikki’s waist.

“Yes…. Like you’re doing now.”

“Nikki, take off your blouse…. And your bra,” Sandie coaxed gently, not wanting to break the spell under which Nikki seemed to labour.

Her therapist obeyed, almost eagerly, baring her pert tits shamelessly. Sandie continued speaking softly.

“Play with them, Nikki,” pointing to her chest. “Oh, you are a bad girl…. Nikki is a bad girl.”

“Yes…. Nikki is a bad girl…. Do you like my tits?” she asked in a hollow voice.

“Beautiful tits…. Keep playing with them…. Tell me about camping.”

“We undressed each other….”

“Was it nice?”

“Yes…. She was soft and warm…. We touched everywhere.”

“Did she touch you here?” Sandie teased, sliding her hand along Nikki’s inner thigh, while using her thumb to push the doctor’s legs apart as she reached under her skirt.

“Yes, she touched me…. It was nice.”

“Like this?” Sandie whispered as her fingers slipped beneath the elastic of Nikki’s panties, finding her wet spot.

“Oh, yes!” she gasped as Sandie spread her lips and eased her middle finger deep into her vagina.

“Tell me what she did…. Tell me everything,” the client coaxed.

“She was inside me…. I opened wide…. We were kissing…. She rubbed me…. Ohhh, yes… right there!”

“Did you come for her?”

“Yes…. So hard…. So hard.”

“Nikki, I want to see you…. Off with your skirt and panties.”

“Yes, yes…. I want to show you.” And the doctor shed her clothes, then remained standing.

“Slowly turn to show me…. Beautiful…. Beautiful body…. Come closer….I want to taste…. Open wide now.”

Nikki stood naked now in front of Sandie, her slim, shapely body splayed open as she’d been instructed. Sandie slid off the chair to her knees and tilted her head back. She brought both hands to the woman’s pussy and spread her wide.

Then she closed her eyes and leaned forward until her lips contacted warm, wet flesh. Nikki’s lips were full and she kept herself neatly trimmed, so that Sandie had no difficulty targeting her sensitive little nub. She kissed it and Nikki groaned with pleasure.

“Again…. Do it again…. Do it!” the doctor moaned.

Sandie opened her eyes and glanced up. She could see Nikki’s smooth, naked body above her, tits projecting, and between them her mouth half open in delight.

“Lovely pussy, Nikki…. I want more of it.”

“Take it…. Take it…. I want you too.”

This brought kisses that turned to playful little sucks, Nikki’s clit drawn between Sandie’s lips, where it was met by her flicking tongue. The sensations must have been exquisite because Nikki gasped again, muttering,

“Oh fuck…. Yes!… Yes!… More…. Please, more.”

“Play with your nipples, Nikki…. Pretend someone is watching…. Does it feel good?”

“Oh yes…. Yes…. I’m so bad…. I want to come for you.”

“Is this how…. she loved you, Nikki?”

Sandie savoured the doctor’s sex intimate aroma and taste, musky but fresh. Her plump pussy was fleshy and pliant between her lips. She could feel Nikki trembling with excitement as she stimulated her sensitive clitoris. It was excruciatingly pleasurable for the young doctor, an experience her willing body submitted to greedily.

“Yes, yes…. So good…. Make me come for you…. Make me come!”

Nikki was drawing closer and closer to the edge, now pushing her pelvis forward to maximize contact with the eager lips kissing and sucking her private pink. Her breathing had changed and her tone was becoming desperate.

She wanted Sandie to bring her to orgasm, but other thoughts took Sandie back from the brink. This was the first time Nikki had fallen under her control. Would an orgasm snap her back to reality and leave her naked in front of her client? She must not come today.

“No, don’t stop…. Don’t stop now…. Pleassse…. More!” Nikki begged.

“Nikki…. Put your panties on,” Sandie ordered gently. “Yes, now your bra…. Pull on your skirt…. That’s it…. Now your blouse… and button it up…. Put your shoes on…. Sit down in your chair now…. Good.”

Sandie leaned forward to touch Nikki’s arm. Then, as she’d learned from The Professor’s trial, she counted backwards.

“Five… four… three… two… one…. Nikki…. Alive and well!”

The doctor stirred and blinked several times before turning to her client.

“Ah yes. Where were we? I seem rather forgetful today,” she said in a dazed voice.

“We were talking about my desire for women, and you told me not to be concerned. You told me that many people had enjoyed such experiences in the past. And, that I might be surprised who some of them were, in fact. You told me to continue to explore this side of myself. Don’t you remember?”

“Well… yes. It seems like good advice if you’re comfortable with it. There are many bisexual people in the world, and many more who have experimented with it at some time in their lives.”

“Yes, I know,” Sandie replied, grinning.

“But I remind you that you must keep our dealings strictly professional.”

“Absolutely, doctor,” Sandie beamed, “I would never do anything to ruin our special relationship. After all, you’re my doctor and I appreciate our time together more than you can know.”

“That’s a nice thing to say, Sandie. Thanks. Any questions before we end it for this week?”

“Yes. I was wondering if you enjoy camping?” Sandie asked playfully.

“Camping! Why would you ask? I haven’t camped for years.”

“Just a feeling. I think you’d like it.”

“Well, yes. A girlfriend and I camped quite often. It was a lot of fun, but that was a long time ago.”

“I’m sure you enjoyed yourselves. See you next week.”

As Sandie left, the doctor was puzzled.

“Camping? Why did she bring up that topic?”

She shrugged her shoulders and put Sandie’s file back into the cabinet. Then a thought struck her.

“Marlena. I wonder what became of her? My god, we had such wicked fun together. Positively wicked!” and Niki laughed, remembering those night times in the tent.

Sandi was smiling too as she left the therapist’s office. It had been satisfying to be the one in charge, and now she knew that Nikki could be made to do whatever was asked of her. The possibilities were delicious!

****

At home, Ben wanted to apply what he was learning from Miriam, the marriage counsellor. She was so pleasant to talk with, with good advice about managing his anger, and not guilting Sandie about her time with the professors. He wanted the old Sandie back, and he wanted her to begin to enjoy sex again. Little did he know….”

“How’s it going with Doctor Nikki, baby?”

“Very well. We get along really well, and I like her a lot. She’s so good to be with, one-on-one,” she smiled, aware of the veiled meaning she was using. “If Ben only knew how good!” she mused.

Sandie wasn’t aware that Natalia and Old Lazenby did the same thing when they spoke to her, enjoying a private joke of sorts at her expense. These nuanced meanings were somewhat cruel, but Sandie liked being on the delivery end.

“That’s great. Do you feel that you’re learning anything? You know, about the effects of the hypnosis on you now. Things done under hypnosis are not a person’s fault at all,” he said, trying to erase guilt from his wife’s mind.

“Yes, I know that. Someone can make another person do things they wouldn’t normally agree to do. I’ve seen that clearly lately,” she replied, thinking of her recent experiences with Marty and Doctor Nikki. “When people are subject to others’ control, they will do incredible things.”

“You’ll keep going to see her, then?”

“I wouldn’t miss a session with her! The last one was really good. I made such progress there, and I want to keep going farther and farther with her.”

More hidden meanings.

“So glad, baby! I want you to be your old self again, Sandie,” Ben said earnestly.

Sandie nodded, but she knew that it couldn’t happen. She’d seen that hypnosis followed by raw sex with others had changed her a great deal. There’d be no going back now. There’d be no ‘old self’ again. Sandie liked the ‘new self’, in control and indulging in her wildest fantasies.

She had the ability to direct others to her whims now, and she craved hot sex with women. More than anything, she lived for those crushing orgasms which she had experienced so many times under Natalia’s power. No, there’d be no ‘old Sandie’.

How was your session with Miriam this week, Ben?”

“Very helpful! I like her. She gets right to the point, and she had great advice about controlling my anger toward Lazenby.”

“I can tell you like her. I think she’s got your eye,” she teased.

“Yes, I admit that she appeals to me. But I respect her professional skills, and I want to keep it that way….”

“So you wouldn’t want to steer her into bed, then fuc…?”

“Jeez, Sandie! Why would you say something like that? Of course not!”

“OK, OK. I was just joking. What good advice did she have for you?”

“Told me if I get angry about that old bastard Lazenby, remind myself that he destroyed himself. Heart attack, disgrace, prison hospital. He’s nothing anymore. Not worth my trouble.”

“Interesting approach. Will you be able to do it, Ben?”

“I have to try when those thoughts creep in again.”

As Ben sat close to his wife on the sofa, he could smell her freshly-showered body, mingled with a hint of perfume. It never occurred to him why she might have showered after having afternoon coffee with their friend Marty.

It was an opportunity at the end of a busy day to attempt some marital intimacy. They’d been enjoying their conversation, and Ben felt that he might be able to take this to the bedroom. He turned to face Sandie and put his hand along her side, pulling her gently toward him.

“I miss the old Sandie. I hope she comes back,” he said softly.

“You never know,” was all she could offer, knowing full well there was no likelihood of that.

“We can always try,” Ben whispered, bringing his lips toward hers.

“Yes, we can try,” she echoed unconvincingly, as their lips touched in a little kiss, not a particularly enthusiastic one on her part.

“Mmm…. That was nice, baby,” Ben breathed as he brought his hand up her side to caress her breast.

“You have always been so loveable,” he hinted, but Sandie didn’t reply, so he tried again.

“I love your beautiful body. Your tits are so perfect,” he whispered.

In the past, this would have led to bedroom, but not now.

“Ben, honey, it’s been a very busy day. I love you, but I don’t want to do anything right now. Let’s just cuddle tonight, and I hope that will be enough for you. Maybe on the weekend?”

No, it definitely was not enough for Ben. He wanted the ‘old Sandie’, eager to return his affections. Their sex life had been excellent before this hypnosis business and the trial, but now she seemed disinterested. Anger about what the Lazenbys had done to his wife began to cloud his brain and he fought hard to control it.

“Sure. Whatever you want,” he replied tersely, scarcely able to stifle his disappointment. “We’ll try again on the weekend. I’m going to watch some television anyway.”

Cuddling was not on Ben’s menu tonight. he wanted to love his young wife- to touch her body; to kiss her mouth; and more. He wanted both of them to orgasm at the end of the act, like they had always done before. He needed that deep sense of satisfaction and fulfillment again.

Ben couldn’t understand why Sandie didn’t want that too. How could he know that others were delivering her orgasms now, explosive climaxes that left her longing for more!

****

About this time, sentencing for the Lazenbys and Hendricks was getting underway. Their guilty verdicts would be followed by victim impact statements, and then the sentencing of prison time. The impact statements were supposed to be cathartic for the victims and families, a chance to face the perpetrators and call them to account for what they’d done.

Sandie’s statement was heart-wrenching. She described her loss of trust and the damage to her self-esteem. She identified her acute embarrassment with the publicity surrounding the very sexual nature of their crimes. Sandie explained how her education had been interrupted, and even hinted at the difficulties clouding her marriage.

She saved the best for last. Sandie glared at the four convicted, pointing her finger and raising her voice.

“I trusted you people. I looked up to you. I thought you were helping me. But this was all about you. Your huge egos. Your twisted minds. Your cunning ways. You’re all sick perverts! Especially you, Natalia. Old Lazenby, you’re no better. I hope you both never see the world outside your cells!”

As she sat down in the stunned silence of the courtroom, the only sound was June Hendricks’ hysterical sobbing. The enormity of her crimes was coming to rest and it weighed heavily. On the other hand, Natalia never flinched, staring straight ahead, not blinking an eye. She was a hard nut to crack.

When the dozen or so statements were completed, the judge adjourned the court, and Sandie watched the crowd for Melanie Rossignol. She had also delivered a powerful speech. Sandie waved to her and dragged Ben across the lobby to introduce him. It was noisy, so Melanie suggested they go to a nearby cafe to talk. She liked Ben’s looks and was eager to find out more about him.

Sandie and her friend slid into seats on opposite sides of the booth, Melanie boldly taking Ben’s hand to pull him in next to her. Sandie smiled, seeing clearly what she was telegraphing about her husband.

“I’ve heard a lot about you from your wife. But she never told me you were tall and handsome.”

Ben was tongue-tied by this comment, so Sandie spoke for both of them.

“I thought I’d let you discover that for yourself. He cleans up well, doesn’t he?”

They chatted for a while about the court hearing and the reactions of the convicted, then Sandie had an idea.

“Ben, we should have Mel over one evening this weekend. You’d be surprised how much the two of us have in common. I think you’d really enjoy spending time with us.”

Of course he had no way of knowing what she really meant, but her friend picked up on it right away.

“Oh yes, I think that’s a great idea, Sandie,” Melanie enthused.

“Sure. What’s best for you, Mel, Friday or Saturday?” Ben asked.

“Make it Saturday,” she answered, smiling knowingly at Sandie.

As Saturday drew near, the two girlfriends made final plans after Mrs. Rubins’ de-programming session. They got right to the point.

“This is the threesome your promised me, right Sandie?”

“Of course. We both want to try that.”

“But what if your husband doesn’t want to do it? He seems like a pretty straight- arrow type of guy to me, the solid policeman.”

“Leave it up to me, Mel. I’ll take the lead and Ben is not going to say No. He’s a guy, isn’t he?”

And if he surprises you…?”

“Easy. I touch his arm and gaze into his eyes. Then I coax him softly. He’ll do anything that I ask of him.”

“What! Sounds like hypnotism to me!”

“It is. Apparently I absorbed it from so much contact with The Professor.”

“Really!… Incredible! Ben is a sure thing then.”

“Absolutely, Mel. The threesome is on.”

****

It was Saturday evening and the three of them had gathered in the lounge, Sandie and Melanie on the sofa, Ben facing them in a big chair. The lights were low, music playing and the wine flowing. Ben was surprised how relaxed and animated his usually- subdued wife was with her girlfriend. They sat close, legs curled beneath them, frequently touching each other as they laughed. He was happy to see glimpses of the old Sandie again.

He noticed how sexy both women looked tonight. Sandie wore a gauzy blouse and a very short skirt, quite out of the ordinary for her of late, while Melanie had a body-hugging dress, cut very low front and back. From his vantage point, Ben noted what an attractive woman Melanie was, every bit as appealing as his wife.

“Let’s play a game,” Sandie suggested, then got up to fetch a deck of cards.

“OK, what’s the game? Euchre? Poker?” Ben asked.

“Black Jack… you know, Twenty- One,” she replied, continuing, “But different. Whenever someone draws a card total of 21, they tell another player to remove a piece of clothing.”

“Strip Black Jack! I love it, Sandie!” Melanie enthused.

Ben wasn’t so sure. “Are you both OK with this? I mean….”

“Melanie and I want to do it, so don’t be a party-pooper, Ben.”

He reluctantly agreed, and soon found himself wearing just his boxers, as both women used their wins to undress him. Sandie sat topless, wearing her skirt and panties, while Melanie was down to her underwear. Ben was very uncomfortable.

“Sandie, this has been fun, but shouldn’t we play something else now? Euchre or some other game?”

“Yes, there’s another game we’d like to play,” Sandie said softly, gazing closely into his eyes and reaching to take his hand in hers.

Then she coaxed him in the same hypnotic tone so successful with Marty and Doctor Nikki.

“We’ll play games… with you…. We’ll kiss you…. We’ll love you…. Will you, Ben?”, Sandie whispered, her stare penetrating him, taking control of his whirling mind.

“Yes…. I’ll do it…. I’ll do it,” he stammered in a hollow monotone.

“Come with us…. To the bedroom…. Come play with us…. Come now, Ben.”

Ben was somewhere else now, in a strange world of total obedience to her words. Melanie watched in amazement as Sandie removed her husband’s boxers, then led him to their bed. She gently pushed him backwards, then beckoned to Melanie to take off what they still wore. They piled onto Ben, eagerly kissing him and each other.

In his mind-altered state, Ben was perfectly happy to have their naked bodies pressed against his. Melanie frenched his open mouth, while he explored her tits. At the same time, Sandie stroked his growing cock, and fervently kissed her friend’s neck. Then the women changed positions atop Ben, Sandie now in his mouth, while Melanie slid down to greedily suck his erect rod. He was their sex toy tonight.

“Do you like it?… Good, Ben…. We want your cock…. Both of us together.”

Sandie joined Melanie at Ben’s mid-section, and curled her hand around his member below her friend’s sucking mouth. Mel’s tongue and lips worked firmly on the head of his dick, while Sandie stroked with one hand and cradled his balls with the other. Ben instinctively tilted his pelvis up and spread his legs wider, offering himself for their mutual pleasure. It felt better than anything he could remember!