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