She had a headache, as she often did on Mondays, for the last two months, which was not helped by the episode with Sid Buchanan, nor by the blackmailing phone call she had had from the evil Priscilla before leaving. In short, things were pretty miserable. Mark was still standoffish, and she wondered if he really remembered what he had seen through clouded eyes. He had commented that that night he had had a dream that she and Buchanan were having sex beside him in bed, and she knew that that was a subliminal memory of what he had truly seen. Apparently the recurring mental image had put him off sex again and he had spent the last three nights fitfully staring at the opposite wall while she burned for his attentions.
Perhaps that was the source of her headaches, the lack of affection and loving attention. And sex. There was a nagging idea in the back of her mind – there had been for two weeks – to call Dr. Hemmings and see if he could remedy what ailed her.
DesirЋe picked up the phone and dialed his number. The receptionist, who only worked three hours each morning, made her an appointment for that afternoon at three. She wondered if she should tell him about Buchanan, what the awful man had done to her, and if she should have an examination. She shuddered at the thought that she might be pregnant by him, and wondered how he would find out – as he had sworn he would – if Dr. Hemmings found out. Was Hemmings on Buchanan's payroll somehow? She supposed that was possible, but she would have to trust the pastor. Even if she were pregnant, she doubted that she could even allow herself to consider an abortion, the only remedy, for she had to admit to herself that, though it had started technically as a rape, she had responded willingly out of her own weakness. She could never punish a poor fetus for her own sensual weakness.
"Come in, DesirЋe," Dr. Hemmings bade her as he opened the door to the waiting room. He ushered her in to his consultory and she sat before the desk. Sitting across from her he folded his hands on the desk and looked at her benevolently.
"What seems to be the trouble?"
"I don't feel at all well." Her lovely face was unable to hide her distress as she said, "I think I might be pregnant."
Hemmings, behind his mask of benevolence, was scarcely able to suppress his reactions. He felt himself breaking into a hot sweat as the jealousy burned its way up his spine and into his scalp. Damn it to hell! She had reinitiated her sexual relationship with her husband. He tried to control his emotions, knowing that the situation, with respect to him, was as difficult as it could be. He, Hemmings, had a wife himself and was the pastor of the local Baptist Church and he well knew that these feelings he had for this luscious young woman, this girl, really, were hopeless. Still, knowing that anyone, even her politician husband, had had his penis in her filled him with a rage that was all but impossible to contain.
He was afraid that his voice trembled when he said. "When did intercourse take place."
Hemmings thought she choked when she said, "Four nights ago."
Rising, Hemmings took her by the hand over to the examining table. "Raise your skirt and remove your underwear, DesirЋe," he said, taking a small tray from the shelf. While she readily complied, he watched her bare the charms he had not seen for much too long, when Dr. Braun had come in to give her a hypnotic suggestion, for Hemmings' benefit. At that time, just weeks ago, his heart had been shredded with jealousy when he had come in to the treatment room and found that Braun, in addition to his fee, was sampling the merchandise, his cock thrusting deeply into the innocent girl's vagina, which she had just exposed.
"Hold your skirt up in front, DesirЋe," he said coming around in front of her. "Spread your legs and urinate into this sampler for me."
DesirЋe was totally trusting as she parted her thighs and let him place the tray under her creamy-haired pussy; it was part of the suggestion Braun had planted in her brain. "Go ahead, my dear," he said and watched as she released the flow, watching the healthy, amber stream fill the specimen tray. With a tissue he dabbed at the damp fur.
"We'll test this," he told her. "In the meantime, I'll examine you. Please sit on the table."
DesirЋe sat up and looked at his face as he slid his naked finger into her pussy.
"You're a bit dry," he said, massaging her clitoris and poking gently inside her until her secretions made it possible to delve into her vagina and finger the pout of her cervix. "Seems all right to me," he said, "but we'll have to check the urine sample." He kept his finger in her pussy-hole, feeling how it warmly gripped him.
"I detected that you were unhappy at the idea of a pregnancy."
She looked away and he saw tears. He decided to get to the bottom of this. Without removing his middle finger from her sweet, wet grip, he put his other hand on her shoulder and said, "Sleep."
Immediately, her chin dropped onto her chest and her eyes closed. Just as Dr. Braun had devised, she went instantly into a state of hypnosis. Braun had made her submissive to almost anything that followed a light hand on the shoulder and the word "sleep", as long, of course, as it was done in Hemmings' voice. The doctor still burned with resentment that the lustful psychologist had helped himself to the joys of DesirЋe's delicious body during the induction, but not being a violent man and since the whole process had been highly illegal, he had done, and could do, nothing about it.
Now the lovely, blonde young choirgirl sat on the examining table, her legs spread, exposing her intimate charms, her body defenselessly slumped there. His finger still buried in her hot vagina, he began to stroke in and out, listening happily to the moan of pleasure that his touch was eliciting.
My darling DesirЋe, he groaned inwardly. You don't remember our time together, but I do. And you're mine. Mine forever!
Hemmings' cock throbbed and burned in his pants. It had been such a long time since he had experienced the supreme pleasure of her body. It had been a month before her wedding and she had no memory of it, for Braun had expunged that through hypnosis. But he remembered the unbearable thrill of sex with her. She had come to him in a moment of weakness and he had helped her quiet her own desires, but now her mind was clear of anything that would nag her conscience. At least, as far as he knew.
Now was the time to find out what was really bothering the girl.
"DesirЋe," he said quietly. "When I count three you will open your eyes and you will be aware of all around you, but you will answer all my questions and do everything I tell you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Dr. Hemmings," she replied quietly.
"All right then. One, two, three."
DesirЋe's eyes opened and her head came slowly up. She looked at him calmly, with trust.
"Why do you cry, DesirЋe?" he asked gently, gently frigging her slippery vaginal channel with the finger that seemed unable to withdraw itself from her inner sweetness. "What is it that upsets you?"
DesirЋe's face trembled and tears squeezed out between her closed eyelids.
"Mark doesn't love me anymore," she murmured. "And I need him."
Hemmings went on fingerfucking the darling young bride. "Can you tell me why you think he doesn't love you anymore."
DesirЋe groaned with the feelings his finger was arousing in her. "He won't touch me, not since-since…" Gasping, she squeezed her legs shut on his hand and he felt a gush of warm fluid against his palm.
She was one of those women who actually ejaculated, Hemmings thought, remembering the way she had soaked him when he had made love to her the first and only time, a month before her wedding. She didn't remember that herself, for Braun's hypnosis had expunged the experience from her memory, but Hemmings would never forget it. That was why she had been given instructions to come to the office once a week, so he could repeat the event. But what with her long honeymoon and her travels with the husband on the political trail, she always seemed to be out of town on Mondays, the day she had been told to "report" when she was in Pickford's Meadows.
But now he had her here and he was going to make the most of the situation. DesirЋe's squeezing thighs suddenly scissored open and allowed him more freedom of movement.
"Since what, my darling?" Hemmings asked softly.
"Since – Oh I don't think I can say the words."
"Go ahead. You must."
"Since Lobo came again to our room."
Hemmings caught his breath. Lobo? Again? "He came to your room? When?"
She thought, and the pain showed in her beautiful features. "Almost two weeks ago."
Hemmings stilled the motion of his hand between her legs. "Tell me about it. Everything."
DesirЋe swallowed.
"Relax," he said soothingly. "Relax and tell me everything. Everything."
She started out slowly. "Mark and I were making love. I wanted to share something really special with him and I was going to… put my mouth on his… his penis. But Lobo came through the window. Attacked Mark. Would have killed him. I had to do something to pacify the wild dog, so I gave myself to him. That's why he was there. To take me. At first it was horrible, like the first time, ugly, perverted. But Mark was watching and it started to feel good. So good. Oh, it felt so good!"
DesirЋe leaned back on her hands and pushed her vagina onto Hemmings' hand, but he didn't oblige. He had to know before she got going too hotly.
"Go on."
"Oh, Mark hates me now, because I got so turned on and liked the dog fucking me. The next morning I got something in the mail. A video tape. I went to Priscilla Devereaux's house and something must have happened there, because I saw myself on the video tape, making love… to Clete Anderson."
Hemmings' eyes opened wide. That bastard Clete Anderson! Taking advantage of his darling! Was there no limit to outrages? How could Clete Anderson dare to fuck his choir soprano?
"Go on, go on!" he urged.
"Before we went to the party at Sid Buchanan's, I got a call from Priscilla, telling me she had a video tape and that she was prepared to use it if I didn't do exactly as she said."
"And what was that?"
"She didn't say, not yet, but I know it will be something horrible. I think she hates me." DesirЋe's bosom began to heave as she choked out the rest of the story. "That night, at Buchanan's house, when Mark passed out in a drunken faint, Sid sneaked into our bed and did it to me, right beside Mark sleeping. He might have made me pregnant!"
The girl, in deep distress, fell back and, covering her face with her hands began to sob so that he thought her heart, and his, would break. He had to do something about this. If not, she could end up in a nuthouse, which, he was sure, would make Priscilla Devereaux quite happy. Hemmings knew her motives for the blackmail. It was to break up DesirЋe and Mark, which did not really fit in with his own plans.
"Listen to me, DesirЋe, listen to me now," he said in a soft but insistent voice. "I want you to listen to me. You are going to forget everything that has happened. Forget Lobo, both times that he mounted you. Forget the whole episode. Forget Clete Anderson and what he did to you, and forget Buchanan. Those things are just bad dreams. They will become less and less vivid with each passing day, just like any dream, until, a week from now, you will forget them completely. You'll forget everything you've ever done with any male, human or canine, besides your own husband. You'll forget everything that has ever happened in my office here in the last three months. The memories will slowly dissipate, until you won't be able to remember a thing about them. And you will forget the video tape. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Doctor," she said, nodding trustingly. "They are just dreams. Oh, I'm so glad they are just bad dreams."
"Just bad dreams, but you're forgetting them."
"Forgetting them."
"And now I'm going to do something to make you feel good and forget them." He reached over and began unbuttoning her blouse while he started moving his finger in her cunt again. The juiciness returned and her pussy began moving in tiny circles. Baring her huge tits, he tickled the prominent pink nipples while he worked with his other hand to slide her skirt off her hips. Pulling her to a sitting position he worked the clothing off her upper body.
Supporting herself on her straight arms she looked into Hemmings' face. "That feels better, Doctor," she whispered. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because, I must. You know I must. It's part of your therapy."
"Oh, yes, now I remember… I think."
"Yes, it helps you forget your bad dreams, and purify your womb for motherhood."
Still stirring up her feminine lubricants, he unfastened his belt and pants and pushed down his undershorts. His big cock, released like a wild animal, sprang free, dripping its own liquid from the perforated tip.
"Now, DesirЋe, I want you to look straight up at the ceiling and think of the happiest thing you can think of, whatever makes you feel good and warm. Whatever makes you have orgasms. Do you know what makes you orgasm?"
DesirЋe's face softened into a beautiful, dreamy expression and her lips curled into an irresistible smile, showing a flash of perfect, white teeth. "Mark," she sighed. "Oh, Mark, he makes me come!"
Hemmings grimaced with jealousy, and, hoisting up the girl's knees so that they gaped wide, like the jaws of an alligator, and the soft, hair-covered lips of her love-slit parted. He maneuvered the throbbing head of his cock into the warm crease, running it up and down in the furrow to part the fine tendrils of hair and find the eagerly palpitating opening of DesirЋe's sweet vagina. The soft labia circled the glans like a fur collar and her clitoris pulsated against the purplish, mushrooming male organ. Hemmings took a deep breath, remembering and then making himself forget that he was a doctor and a pastor that she trusted. Forgetting, and breathing unevenly as he leaned slowly forward, applying pressure with the head of his prick, until her tight ring of flesh yielded and opened around the leaking tip.
DesirЋe caught her breath and Hemmings stretched out his hands and grabbed her magnificent, creamy-skinned, round tits as he leaned forward and slid deeply into her cunt. He could feel that she had been doing her exercises faithfully, for her feminine channel, which had been incredibly tight the last and only time he had fucked it, two months before, was now like a mousetrap. He slid in deep and in a spasm of sexual pleasure, she reached up and gripped his biceps.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried, rocking her knees back.
Hemmings began fucking her smoothly and slowly, looking down to where his rock-hard cock thrust back and forth in her tender, pink-lipped pussy, hearing the gentle squishing sounds of her juicy cuntal caress. He pushed in deeper and deeper with each stroke until she felt his big, heavy scrotum slapping up against her tight, little anus.
"Are you thinking of your-your husband?" he said, trying to control his breathing as he sluiced in and out of her young, almost untouched vagina, chafing the insides of her thighs as he thrust again and again into her hot, hairy cleft.
"Thinking," she moaned. "Dreaming. Oh, I'm dreaming of Mark. He feels so good inside of me!" She heaved upward toward him again and again, her thighs gripping his hips urgently as he plunged in and out. "Oh, my God, deeper, darling, deeper and harder! Faster!" Her pussy was circling around his buried penis. She panted, more and more excitedly, and she directed her misty gaze at his face. Eyes widening, she looked downward to where Hemmings was working sweatily between her thighs.
"Dr. Hemmings! Oh, no, what are you doing?"
The doctor closed his hands on her soft waist and fucked her a bit faster.
"DesirЋe, this is part of your treatment. You must trust me."
"But, Doctor, you're-you're doing it to me."
"… all right," he gasped. "It's all right. It's part of your treatment, and it's only a dream anyway. You need me, and I must do this to you. For you."
He thought of her innocence and beauty. He didn't think he could stand the thought of her being away from him, even if she was here with Mark Denning. He must ensure that she never left Pickford's Meadows. She needed a baby, Mark wasn't doing his duty, and here he, Hemmings, was, his penis in her sweet vagina, ready to flood her unprotected womb with his seed. He had an idea, just then, that he should impregnate her himself, bind her to him that way, even though she might be away with her over-lucky young husband more often than not. Buchanan had probably failed in his perverse design; he would check her urine specimen to find out. But if DesirЋe could be made to come to the office every three days, Hemmings could make sure the job was done properly. It would help keep her together with Mark and maybe keep things stable. And, as long as Braun's hypnotic suggestion kept her mind clouded to reality, she would think the baby was Mark's and he, Hemmings, would be able to use her body regularly.
DesirЋe felt the wonderful shaft of his cock driving back and forth in the sensitive sleeve of her young, tight cunt, felt the tickling of his hairy scrotum in the gaping cleft of her bottom. The soft crown of the shaft pushed again and again into her innocent cervix, sensitized by her passion, dilating receptively to the coming flood of sperm. Mark and Hemmings had somehow melded into the same heavily fucking body wallowing in the pleasure of the trough of her spread and raised thigh.
The doctor looked down at where his thick, glistening prick sank into her heaving belly, at the soft labia, covered with rich, buttery tendrils of soft hair, doubled over on each side of the invading organ. With each withdrawal, thin pink ridges of her inner vaginal lining clung lovingly to the retreating penis, then folded back inside as he thrust deeply back into her tender, swampy warmth. DesirЋe gave soft, throaty whimpers and grunts with each welcome thrust into her sweet cunt and her bouncy buttocks thumped audibly on the examining table, her copious lubricants puddling on the leather.
Hemmings groaned, feeling the erotic caress of her silky vagina over the length of big cock. These thoughts weren't doing anything for his control, thinking of the innocent beauty secretly carrying his child, caring for her weekly in his office, delivering the baby. All he had to do was give her a regular sperm injection, the natural way, like this, with all the erotic pleasure he was feeling now. While Mark despised her for having been raped twice by the devil dog, Lobo, Hemmings could be enjoying her intimate, girlish charms.
He began to fuck her faster, whipping her overly-wet pussy up into a lather. Reaching underneath his own swinging balls, he found her exercise-tightened anus and slid his finger into her rectal warmth, feeling the bulge of his cockhead driving up and down in the snug sleeve of her vagina. Yes, he was in there good. Through the thin wall, he pressed against his shaft with his intruding finger, increasing his own pleasure, felt his penis swell dangerously close to ejaculation. Whipping his finger free of her asshole, he grabbed her hips and sped his deep, loving thrusts into her cunt. DesirЋe's legs closed around his waist and her arms around his neck as he boffed her faster, faster and harder and deeper.
Her voice rose to a high, breathy wail, her plump, round buttocks slapping against the leather of the examining table.
"DesirЋe," he groaned, "DesirЋe, I'm going to come inside you… in your pussy."
She opened her eyes. "In my pussy? Oh, Dr. Hemmings…"
"Mark!" he said sharply. "Close your eyes, darling. I'm Mark, your husband, and don't forget it. I'm going to flood your pussy with his sperm."
"Mark?" She took a deep breath, and her eyes closed dreamily. "Mark, dear Mark, my darling!" She undulated her lovely, soft body up to him, her silky vagina spiraling up around his cock, tightening in tiny, growing spasms. She was coming, all the way up into her womb! She cried out, her body shuddering with irresistible pleasure and Hemmings felt the glands pumping back behind the root his cock. It swelled! It began to spurt, in great, purging gushes of hot, thick semen, flooding her hot channel of love with teeming, life-giving sperm. DesirЋe gave a sharp scream, her body bouncing uncontrollably on the table while the doctor emptied his jerking balls inside her.
With a loud, quavering groan, Hemmings collapsed over her, catching one taut, pink nipple in his mouth, listening to her labored breathing. He stayed that way for a quarter of an hour, making sure that his semen was well soaked in, enjoying the nearness of this divine creature.
Something would have to be done for her, something to regulate her personal life. Priscilla was blackmailing her, and Hemmings thought he knew why. The older girl was still in love with Mark, or at least so humbled at losing him that she would do anything to DesirЋe just to get him back again, at least temporarily. He had to do something to neutralize Priscilla, and somehow keep Clete Anderson away from her until he himself had carried out his plan to give her his child. Buchanan, a very powerful man, was another problem that he might find insurmountable.
He stayed stretched out over her, his penis in her vagina, plugging the seed up inside her, thinking. As far as Priscilla was concerned, he had an idea that might work. It would take some maneuvering, but it was worth a try if he could only help DesirЋe to avoid these other problems that she didn't deserve.
Drawing his shiny, slippery penis from the squeeze of her well-fucked love-channel, he searched for DesirЋe's fragrantly-wet panties, sealed them in a plastic bag, and placed them in the freezer. Then he went about making sure that she would forget all things that might make her unhappy, including the little sexual interlude they had secretly enjoyed, here in his office, in violation of all he was sworn to uphold both as a man of the cloth and as a physician.