It\'s all in the mind!

Part 4.

 

Our meal that evening was an interesting affair. Sally kept looking from me to Helen, her conflicting emotions written across her pretty face. She was happy for her daughter, who she now thought safe, but distressed at the thought of me in bed with another female. Her jealousy was obvious; she was short tempered with Helen, snapping at her as she told her to get things ready for the meal, looking at me with vulnerable eyes.

Helen kept looking at me with a mixture of love and anxiety in her eyes. She was clearly besotted with me, her huge, doe eyes were testimony to that. However, she was unsure how to react around her mother. She adored Sally, would never do anything to hurt her, and now she was feeling guilty at having spent the morning in bed with her mother's lover. She endured Sally's irritation without comment, probably afraid that her mother had guessed the awful truth. She avoided making eye contact with her throughout the meal.

 

She was different with Sandra, however. Her suspicions had been aroused just before the meal, when she had almost caught me with my hand in her sister's knickers. Now she kept a close eye on her thirteen year old sister, making sure she didn't get a chance to sit next to me when we sat down to eat, claiming that space for herself, until she moved to allow Sally to sit next to me.

 

Sandra kept moving her attention between the three of us. She was a bright kid, and had already caught on to the fact that something was different. There was quite an atmosphere developing, and she was starting to notice it. Also, I couldn't help noticing how she shifted around on the chair, as though she had an itch she couldn't scratch! Whenever she squirmed around, she would look at me and grin. Both Sally and Helen noticed this, Sally with mild interest, Helen with increasing irritation! Of course I was having a great time. After all, I was the only one at the table who could understand what was going on. Sally and Helen had their suspicions, and Sandra was aware that something was happening, but their understanding was patchy at best. I decided to clue them in a little after the meal.

 

As the girls were clearing up, and Sally and I were making for the living room, the phone rang. Sally went to answer it. After a moment or two she turned to me and said, “It's for you. Some guy called Ritchie.”

 

“Dave Ritchie?” I said in disbelief.

 

She shrugged and handed me the phone.  “Hello?”

 

“Waters, you old bastard, you're harder to find than Lord Lucan and Shergar put together. Where the bloody hell have you been hiding yourself?”

 

The voice was wonderfully familiar. I had known Dave for more years than I cared to remember. We'd been to school together, grown up together, got drunk more times that I cared to think about. We'd done ‘A' levels together, then he'd gone off to medical school and had become a doctor. I'd gone on to work for a firm of accountants, get married, get divorced etc etc. I'd lost touch with Dave years ago.

 

“Dave? Jesus Christ! How did you get this number?”

 

“Ran into your sister in Sainsbury's. She told me you'd landed on your feet.”

 

We chatted for about twenty minutes or so. It was really good to be in touch with him again.   “Hey, listen. Can you stop shagging for one night and come out for a few drinks?” He said.

 

“Yeah, no problem.” I laughed. He gave me directions to his home, just a few miles across town, and we agreed to meet there that evening. I put the phone down and chuckled to myself. Dave Ritchie! After all these years!

 

“I take it you're going out then?” Sally said sharply.

 

Great, I thought. Just what I need; a moody bitch to spoil the fun.

 

“I've known Dave for years. Haven't seen him in ages. We're just going for a few drinks.”

 

“What? Are you going out without us?” Helen bleated from the kitchen. Make that a house full of moody bitches to spoil the fun.

 

“I'm going to meet an old mate of mine, and we're probably going to be out late. I didn't realise they'd passed a law against that sort of thing.”

 

They both looked at me with sour looks on their faces. Time to fix this, I thought. I motioned for Sally to follow me upstairs. When we were in our bedroom I put her under and started to give her some things to think about.

 

“You know that Helen and I have been making love today?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I want you to feel happy about that. Helen is safe now, she's with me. That's what you wanted all along, isn't it?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“And you know I'm not going to leave you, that I love you as much as you love me.”

 

“Yes.” A smile spread across her face at this.

 

“But how does Helen feel? She might be in love with me too. She might be upset at the thought that she might hurt you, if you found out about us.”

 

“Oh, but I wouldn't be hurt! It's what I wanted to happen. I know that with you she's safe, I know you'd never hurt her. I know she loves you, and I'm glad about that.”

 

“But at tea-time you were quite sharp with her. What was that about?”

 

“I suppose I'm still getting used to the idea of you and her together. I'm fine with it now.”

 

“But Helen doesn't know that, does she? Do you think you should talk to her, tell her that you know, that it's ok?”

 

“Maybe.”

 

“It would be perfectly normal to do that. You're her mother, you want to do what's best for her. That's why you encouraged her to fall in love with me, to come to my bed. She should know that you still love her, that you don't see her as a rival, as the enemy. After all, there's no reason why you can't both love me, and why I can't love both of you, is there?”

 

“No. No reason at all.”

 

“And there's no reason for you to be jealous of your own daughter, is there? That would be ridiculous!”

 

She laughed briefly, “Yes, that would be ridiculous, stupid. You love us both. We both love you. It's simple. Nothing to it!”

 

“You really like the idea of me and Helen in bed together, don't you?”

 

“Mmmm.”

 

“I mean, it turns you on, thinking of me undressing her, touching her. Imagine me caressing her breasts, her bottom, her pussy. Imaging her gasping as I touched her, spreading her legs for me, stroking my cock. It gets you hot, doesn't it?”

 

She started to moan softly as I described violating her daughter. By now her mind was open to any suggestion I cared to plant in it. By suggesting she was turned on by the thought of my exploitation of Helen, I immediately made it happen. Oh the fun to be had with an impressionable mind!

 

“Tell me. Does it get you hot, thinking about me and Helen?”

 

“Yes, oh God yes! When I think about you taking her clothes off, uncovering her, exposing her. I think of how young she is, how fresh her body must feel to you. I think about how you will make her feel. I know she will feel so good, the way you touch her. How gentle you will be. I know how you make me feel, and I imagine how she will feel when she experiences that for the first time. I know she will love it. I envy her!”

 

“That's good Sal. When you go to bed tonight, I want you to fantasise that you are in the room watching as I make love to Helen. You will love it, listening to our gasps and moans. The sight of our naked bodies intertwined. You can see my fingers running all over her body, making her nipples hard, teasing her clit. You will be able to see the wetness of her pussy. You'll watch as she wraps her small hands around my cock, wanking it the way you do. Then she'll take it into her mouth and start to suck it. You will have to masturbate as you watch, you won't be able to help it. When you imagine me climbing on top of her and pushing my hard cock into her hot, wet pussy you will become extremely aroused. Imagine her moans and cries as I fuck her to orgasm. Imagine her hips bucking underneath me as I drive my cock deep into her. Then imagine you hear me groan and I'm shooting my semen deep into her hot, young pussy. It will be too much for you, Sal; you'll climax yourself.”

 

Her breathing was rapid. I could see her tits rise and fall rapidly. Within minutes of going to bed tonight, she'd be on fire!

 

“Once you've got your breath back from your climax, you'll start to imagine it all over again. You'll finger yourself to another climax thinking about me fucking Helen. Then, you'll start to imagine me paying more and more attention to Sandra. Imaging me stroking her small tits, feeling her tight little bum, slipping my hand into her knickers and between her legs to feel her smooth little pussy. You'll ask yourself ‘Why not?' If it's good for Helen then why not good for Sandra too? Picture Sandra's face as I pull her knickers down and examine her innocent snatch. She's laughing, Sal. She likes it. I'm running my fingers along her pussy lips and she's closing her eyes and smiling happily. Imagine you're watching as I slip my finger between her pussy lips and start to play with her clit. She's gasping with pleasure, Sal. She loves it! What could be wrong with that, Sal? Helen is safe, why not make Sandra safe too? You'll love the idea of me pleasing Sandra. It will keep her safe, but the idea turns you on too. You'll imagine me undressing Sandra and enjoying her body, you'll imagine her wanking my cock, sucking it, kissing it. You'll imagine me pushing my cock into her. You'll have to play with yourself again. When you imagine my cock entering Sandra's tight hole you'll come again. Even after three orgasms you won't be able to get the thought of me playing with your daughters out of your mind. You will be tormented by images of me with Helen or Sandra. Then you'll imagine you are in the bedroom watching as I get into bed with both of them at the same time. We're all naked and they are taking it in turns to suck my cock, lick my balls. You want to join in too, Sal, but you can't. Instead you have to sit and watch and finger yourself to another climax as you watch me play with their bodies for my pleasure. Once you've had your forth climax, you will be able you fall asleep. Understand?”

 

Her face was flushed, she was already aroused. “Yes.” She gasped.

 

“You'll feel very turned on for the rest of the evening. You will try to keep busy, try to keep your mind off it, but you will be randy for the rest of the evening. You won't do anything about it until you go to bed. Then you will do as I instruct. Understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Once Sandra has gone to bed, you will talk to Helen. You will tell her that you know that we have made love, and that you are happy it has happened. You will tell her that you really wanted this to happen, and that you are happy that the two of you are sharing me. Tell her you want us to carry on making love. Understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“When I wake you, you will think that we've been chatting about nothing in particular for the last few minutes.”

 

I woke her and she started to chatter on about all sorts of crap, until I made my excuses and left her in the bedroom. I made my way to Helen's room and went in without knocking. She was sitting on her bed, jeans and T-shirt, hair arranged across her shoulders. She looked up sharply as I opened the door, then smiled at me and rushed across the room and into my arms.

 

“Oh God Steve! She knows, I'm sure she knows.”

 

“Knows about what?” I asked innocently.

 

“About what? About us! She must know. She could see it in my eyes, and she was so cross with me at teatime. I've hurt her, I know I have. Oh God Steve, what are we going to do?” She started to sob.

 

“I think we should tell her straight.”

 

“What?”

 

“Tell her straight. She loves me, she adores you. She'll be fine with it, trust me.”

 

She looked at me like I'd lost my mind! I put her under.

 

“Your Mum loves us both very much. She would do anything for us. You'd do anything for her too, wouldn't you?”

 

“Yes, of course.” She gasped.

 

“Don't you think you should be honest with her?”

 

“Y, yes.” She stammered.

 

“Then what's the problem?”

 

“What if I hurt her, what if I make her cry?”

 

“She won't cry. Mothers and daughters need to share things like this. You want to tell her all about it. You shouldn't have secrets like this from your mother, should you?”

 

“No.”

 

“This evening, after Sandra has gone to bed, you'll tell your Mum how you feel about me, and that we made love this morning. You'll ask her if it's ok for us to make love again. Understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“When you're in bed tonight you'll have a strange urge to spy on your Mum. When you hear her going to bed you will creep out of your room and stand at her bedroom door, listening. You will find it sexy and exciting to be listening to her. You will start to touch yourself as you listen to her. Once you hear your Mum going to sleep, you will go back to your own bed and play with yourself until you climax. You will think of me for most of the time, but you will also think of how it would feel to have to undress and shower in front of a complete stranger. Understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“When I wake you, you will think we have been talking for just a few seconds.”

 

I brought her round. She looked at me with a shocked look on her face.

 

“You really think we should tell her?” She said incredulously. But even as she finished the sentence, something in her subconscious kicked in. She no longer thought it was a completely mad idea. Some sort of ‘inner voice' was telling her that a mother and daughter should have no secrets. Like I said, Oh the fun to be had with an impressionable mind!

 

“I really do. I'm sure she'll be fine about it. Why don't we talk to her now?”

 

“No, not now Steve. Maybe later.”

 

“OK, but I'm going out soon, and I won't be back until tomorrow. Shall we wait ‘til then?”

 

“Sure, er I mean, maybe. I don't know. Let me think about it, hey?”

 

“No problem. We'll see how you feel tomorrow. Now I have to go and get ready. Do I get a kiss then?”

 

She lifted her face to mine and I kissed her. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, her hands started to stroke my back. I ran my hands over her plump little arse then up to cup each small, firm breast. She had started to pant and was whimpering quietly as she started to rub my cock through the fabric of my trousers. I felt her nipples harden and she pushed her hips against mine. I felt my cock start to stiffen. I glanced at my watch. I didn't have time for this, not even a quickie. I broke the kiss and pulled away from her. She moaned in frustration as I backed away.

 

“I have got to get ready my love. I don't have time right now. Save it for tomorrow, hey?”

 

She looked at me sulkily, like the child she was. I almost giggled! I gave her a brief kiss on the forehead and a pat on the arse, then left her to her mood.

 

Next call, Sandra's room. As I entered her room she was lying on her bed, face down, leaning on her elbows and reading a magazine. Still dressed in her bright red T-shirt, she had now lost the blue jeans and her bottom swelled appealingly under the pink cotton of her knickers.

 

“What you reading?”

 

“Oh just some stuff about make-up and hair. Nothing you'd know anything about. Steve, do you have to go out tonight? Can't you stay in with us?” She was trying to make her voice sound soft and persuasive, almost seductive. I choked back a laugh. I flopped down on the bed next to her and smiled at her.

 

“No, I don't have to go out, but I really want to. I'm meeting a friend who I haven't seen for ages. We used to be really close, we grew up together. He was my best mate at school.”

 

“What's his name?”

 

“His name's Dave. Dave Ritchie. I've known him since I was your age.”

 

“What's he like?”

 

I started to tell her a few simple details about Dave. As I did so I reached out and began to stroke her arse. She listened attentively, and I slipped my hands down to caress the backs of her thighs. She smiled contentedly, hanging on my every word. Then I moved to stroke the inside of her thighs. She opened her legs for me and I moved my hand up until I reached the smooth, sensitive skin at the top of her legs. I could feel the warmth of her pussy on my hand. I continued to stroke her inner thigh, but stretched out my thumb and began to trace the outline of her pussy lips with its' tip.

 

Her eyes seemed to lose focus for a moment. Then her brow furrowed as she started to concentrate on the feelings in her groin. She spread her legs further apart and I ran my fingertips up over her cotton-clad pussy and onto the swell of her arse cheeks. She had a tight, muscular bottom, and I savoured the firmness of her flesh as I ran my hand over both cheeks. Then I pushed my fingers under the elastic of her knickers and slipped my hand down over her arse. I let my fingertips linger at the very edge of her pussy lips. She closed her eyes, deep in concentration, her jaw also clamped tightly shut.

I began to gently stroke her pussy lips. She gasped in excitement and spread her legs still wider. I felt her lips begin to dampen. I ran my fingertip along the entire length of her slit, then gently slipped my finger between her lips.

 

Her pussy was hot and wet. I circled my fingertip round the entrance to her tunnel and she groaned. Her eyes remained firmly closed, but her jaw now hung open and slack. I pushed my finger down along her slit, over her pee-hole, and found her clit. It was already hard, like a small bullet. As I ran my finger over it she dropped her head onto the bed and moaned again. I started to stroke her clit in long, slow strokes. After a moment or two she moved to a kneeling position, her bum now up in the air, giving me easier access to her slippery little slit.

 

I continued to stimulate her clit, and then pushed my thumb into her tunnel. She whimpered just as her sister had done. I felt her clit twitch as I teased and tickled it, her juices were flowing and I could feel the thin membrane of her virginity resisting the intrusion of my thumb. After just a few short minutes she was gasping for breath and thrusting her hips back onto my thumb, finger fucking herself enthusiastically. She started to moan and whine, increasing the pace of her thrusts. She was forcing her hips onto my hand with increasing pressure now. I wondered how long her hymen would hold up. I started to increase the pace of my finger strokes along her clit and she started to cry gently in time to her thrusts, her voice raising as she did so, making it sound as if she were asking a question! “Oh? Oh? Oh? Oh?“

 

She had raised herself up onto her elbows, her head dropped towards the bed. Her hair fell forward, hiding her face from me, but I didn't need to see her face to know she was enjoying herself. My fingers were soaked with her juices and her pussy was hot and slick. Suddenly, she raised her head up, flicking her hair away from her face. Her brow was furrowed, her eyes staring into space and her mouth open wide. Then her eyes rolled and she dropped her head, jamming her hand into her mouth as she did so. She rammed her pussy down onto my hand. She let out a muffled scream and I felt her hymen give way under the pressure, my thumb travelling up into her pussy. I felt the muscles of her pussy contract onto the intruding digit, and then she was screaming and crying again as her first orgasm crashed into her. Her small body shook violently and she whimpered and moaned like a hurt animal. I could feel her pussy contracting onto my thumb and her clit pulsing. And then she collapsed down onto the bed, gasping for breath, half laughing, half crying.

 

I slid my hand out of her knickers and leaned forward to plant a small kiss on the back of her neck. Her body was shaking with small sobs.

 

“Are you ok?”

 

“Steve, I'm scared.”

 

“Why?”

 

“One of the girls at school told me that once you've been popped, if the man isn't your true love all your insides will fall out when you stand up. I'm scared Steve, I don't want that to happen. Please help me Steve.” She started to sob again.

 

I put my arms around her in a protective hug.

 

“Listen to me, your friend at school doesn't know what she's talking about. I never heard such nonsense!”

 

She spun round to face me. “Really? Honestly? You wouldn't just say that, Steve? Please tell me the truth Steve.”

 

“I promise. What you've just had is called a climax, or an orgasm. Women have them all the time. They're great! And the good thing is, there's no limit to the number you can have! As for all this ‘insides falling out' stuff, I've never heard such rubbish!”

 

She started to laugh, wiping away tears from her face with the back of her hand.  “Really?”

 

I laughed too, “Really. I promise. Try it. Go on, try it now. Stand up. I promise you'll be fine.”

 

She looked at me nervously. I stood up, took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She looked terrified for a moment, and then she realised that she wasn't going to end up as a puddle on the carpet and started to giggle.

 

“I'm ok.” She laughed. “Really, I'm ok.”

 

She threw herself into my arms. I caught her and lifted her up, swinging her round in my arms. She laughed excitedly.

 

“Oh Steve, that was fantastic! I never felt anything like that before . Wow! It was just amazing. At first it felt really nice, but then it just kept getting better and better, and then it was like being on a roller-coaster when it drops down really fast, and I just had to go with it, and then it was like electricity running through me, and I felt myself go pop, and it was amazing. Oh God Steve! Can we do it again? You will do it to me again, won't you? Oh say you will, please Steve.”

 

I laughed with her. “Sure, I'll do it again, I'd love to. Just not now! I have to go.”

 

She looked hugely disappointed.  “Hey, look. If you want to, you can do it to yourself.”

 

“Really? That's allowed? Isn't it dirty?”

 

I laughed again. “Yes, it's ‘allowed', and no, it isn't dirty. You try it tonight when you're in bed.”

 

She smiled, shyly. “I might. I don't know.” Then she giggled again.

 

“I really have to go now.” I left her room and headed back to our bedroom. I showered quickly then dressed for an evening out with my oldest mate.   I kissed Sally goodbye, and said “I'll see you in the morning. I'll stay at Dave's tonight, ok?”

 

Her mood seemed to have softened. “Sure, love. You have a good time.”

 

As I started the car, I thought about the evening Sally and the girls were about to have, and laughed out loud. Sally was about to have the most unusual time, she would hear how her eldest daughter had spent the day in my bed, then she'd give Helen the go-ahead for more of the same. After she'd finally got rid of both girls, she would go to bed and frig herself stupid, all the time imagining me corrupting her precious daughters.

 

Helen would be compelled to tell all to her mother, and seek permission to do it all again. Then she would listen to her mother fingering herself to climax after climax, before returning to her own bed and fingering her own pussy. Sandra, having had her cherry popped during our first serious finger fuck, would spend the evening exploring her pussy and how to play with it.

 

I drove the half-hour journey to Dave's house, a large, detached property on the other side of the city. As I pulled up outside, he was already opening the large front door to welcome me in. He looked great! We embraced and he lead me into the house. We looked at one another for a moment, then we embraced again, laughing loudly.

 

“Fuck! You look good. You haven't changed a bit, you bastard!” I yelled.

 

“You too, you old bugger! Where the fuck have you been? It took me fuckin' ages to track you down, I'd still be looking if I hadn't happened to bump into Sarah in Sainsbury's.”

 

We laughed and laughed. I'd forgotten how much I liked this guy, and how far back we went. He produced glasses of red wine, and we sat and talked for hours. By mid evening we were both well into the wine and totally unfit to drive.

 

“I've got an idea.” He said.

 

“Go on then.”

 

“Let's stay here for the evening. We can send out for a curry, and I've got loads of red wine. Plus, I've got a really good 12-year-old malt. Whadda you say – do you really wanna go into town and suffer the company of the great unwashed?”

 

“I'd forgotten what a complete fucking snob you are!” I laughed, “I can live without the bar crushes, the crap beer and the over made-up tarts. Order the curry, and where is all this wine you keep bragging about?”

 

It was several hours later. We had stuffed ourselves on curry, consumed obscene quantities of red wine, and had made a start on his 12-year-old malt. We were well pissed, and I was loving every minute of it! We had fallen into big comfortable arm chairs, and were giggling about some nonsense or other when his face straightened and he said.

 

“Listen mate, I wanted to discuss something with you, a bit of business, so to speak.”

 

“Go on.”

 

“You still do this hypnotism stuff?”

 

“Well, no. Not for ages.” I wasn't about to tell him of my fun with Sally, Helen and Sandra!

 

“But you still can do it, right? I mean, you're still qualified and registered, aren't you?”

 

“Yeah, sure. I'm still legal!”

 

“Right, great! Cos what I want to do is set up a new general practice in town. There's plenty of scope for one, in fact there's a shortage of GP's in the area. I've got the premises, and two other guys are coming in as junior partners.”

 

“Right. So what's your idea?”

 

“Well, I thought that in addition to the straightforward patient care, we could also offer from within the practice some alternative therapies, like hypnotherapy, acupuncture, osteopathy, all that stuff.”

 

“Sounds good. Have you got room in the premises.”

 

“Don't need ‘em. We do your stuff outside normal surgery time, so we get maximum usage from the rooms and offer all round care to the community. Sounds good, yes?”

 

“Well, yes. It sounds good. Can you make it work?”

 

“You're the last piece of the jigsaw. I've got everyone else, including receptionists. What do you say, you in? There'll be a few quid in it for you, and we can have a laugh while we're at it.”

 

“How often will I be doing this?”

 

“Just one evening a week for starters. Then we'll see how it goes. Come on mate, join us!”

 

“Yeah, sure. Why not?”

 

“I'll drink to that.”

 

And so it was settled. One evening a week I was to offer hypnotherapy to some of Dave's patients. It would be the usual fare – helping them to lose weight, stop smoking, reduce stress etc.  We drank to our new partnership, shook hands on a financial arrangements, then started on the malt again.  Some time later our conversation was rambling and rolling around like the drunks we were.

 

“Hey Dave, how come you never got married?”

 

“Fuck that! Who'd want to get hitched?”

 

“Well, I did.”

 

“Yeah, and look how much fun you had with that one! Never did like her, mate. Always had her nose in the air, like she was avoiding a bad smell or something.”

 

“I can't say I was sorry to see her go, I admit. But there must have been one or two along the way you liked?”

 

“Sure, there were a couple.” He took another huge swig of scotch, then laughed and said. "By the time they get to the age where you can marry ‘em, they're too fucking old for me.”

 

“What?”

 

“Sure. Look at them. By the time they get to eighteen or twenty, they're past it mate. And they're getting younger too. Last week one kid came to see me with a chest infection. She was fifteen, but she had tits like a dead heat in a Zeppelin race. Massive fucking things they were!” He laughed again. “You should have seen the look on her face when I made her get them out though! Fuckin' brill! She went every colour under the sun, squirming around while I weighed them, squeezed them, tweaked them. It was fun making her strip, seeing her embarrassment, but the tits were horrible on a kid that young.”

 

I didn't say anything. I was too stunned. Dave was on the brink of declaring himself of the same mind as me. I didn't want to interrupt.

 

“There was another one the week before, though. Thirteen, and small with it. Urinary infection. I had her stripped in no time at all. Laying on the couch while I spread her pussy lips and had a good feel of all her little folds. And all the time her mother was sat three feet away, watching and telling the kid to keep still while I stuck my fingers up her twat! She was so distressed, I thought she was going to cry, but she put up with it. I made it last for as long as I could, but it was still only a minute or two. Fucking great though. That's the sort of thing I like, get ‘em young, so they don't know that you're not supposed to do that sort of thing. Make ‘em cringe, then have a laugh about it!”

 

“I never know when you're having a laugh, Dave. You're meant to be a respected member of the medical profession, and here you are telling me you like fiddling with little girls! I think you're having a laugh.”

 

He looked me straight in the eyes and said, “I'm not kidding, mate. You know I'm not. I've always liked ‘em young. It used to be just looking, then I got into touching the odd one that took my fancy. Then one day some sixteen year-old came to me for a full medical. Needed a clean bill of health for a job. She tried to get an appointment with a female doctor, but couldn't, so she ended up with me! I sat her down and started to tell her what I was going to do to her. When I told her I'd have to examine her breasts she coloured up a treat. She guessed then how far the examination was going to go, and she started squirming with embarrassment before I'd even asked her to take her coat off! When I told her I would have to do an internal, she almost fainted! She was in such a state of shock she didn't question anything I did. I had her strip from the waist up first. Nice pair of tits too! She bit her bottom lip when I started to look at ‘em. I saw her lip tremble when I started to give 'em a bit of a feel. Then I kept her like that for a few minutes while I listened to her heart and lungs. When I asked her to drop her knickers I expected her to put her top back on without being told. Instead she just stripped off completely and stood there starkers, waiting for the next humiliation. Naturally, I had a real good look, then got her up on the bed and told her to spread her legs. She did too. Nice little patch of blonde pubes, well trimmed. I gave her a really thorough internal, I can tell you! I kept running my finger over her clit – ‘accidentally' of course. She jumped every time I did that. Then I had her bend over the bed while I gave her an anal. Fuck!, did she ever wriggle around when I stuck my finger up her tight little arse. By the time I'd finished, she was just about in tears, and I had a hard-on to end all hard-ons! I watched her get dressed, then when she'd gone I tossed myself off and had the best orgasm from a wank ever! Ever since then I've loved to see them suffer and squirm. And the younger, the better.”

 

I sat listening, stunned. I knew Dave could be a bit of a dirty bastard, but this was a real shock. He saw the look on my face and started to laugh.

 

“Fuckin' hell mate! The look on your face. You seem a bit surprised.”

 

“Surprised? You bet I'm fucking surprised! I had no idea you got up to that sort of stuff. Isn't it a bit risky though? I mean, what if one of your patients made a complaint?”

 

“They won't. If they're under sixteen, their mums come in with them, and they're just too easy to charm! I just chat them up a bit, do the ‘dashing doctor Ritchie' bit and they think I'm fucking brill. After that, they'll let me do just about anything to their precious little girls. Easy! If they're sixteen or older, they just accept that what I'm doing is right and proper. What is great is when I get one come in that I've seen over the years, so I can see them developing. Sometimes I make remarks about their bodies, like I'll be examining their tits and say ‘these have come on really well', and they'll say ‘thank you' or something like that. They love being noticed, even if they are having their tits squeezed at the time!”

 

“Well I'll be fucked! Talk about being happy in your work. You dirty old bastard.”

 

“Not so much of the old! I'm thinking of getting some hidden cameras to put in there, then I can video them and ‘re-live those golden moments'”

 

We both fell about laughing, filled our glasses and drank a toast to the Hippocratic oath.

 

“Dave, I have to ask. Why are you telling me all this?”

 

“Well, I just thought it would be nice to share a common interest!”

 

I was still playing coy. “How do you mean?”

 

“Oh come off it Steve. It takes one to know one you know. I've known you all my life, and I know how your mind works. Come on, admit it, you love the young ones too, don't you?”

 

I laughed again. Why not admit it.

 

“Clever bastard!”

 

“That's me. I've got some really good porn, wanna see it?”

 

“Fucking right!”

 

He went to his computer and called up a slideshow. I sat and watched, fascinated, my cock stiffening, as series of images came up on the screen. One series featured a girl of about thirteen undressing, then showing off her twat to the camera, pulling the lips apart, playing with her clit. Then she was joined by a boy of about the same age. He had a good look, and a good feel of her, before undressing himself. She sucked on his juvenile cock until it was stiff, then her took her from behind. Lovely stuff. I said as much when Dave filled our glasses again.

 

“That's what I mean mate. Who wants some tired, shagged out old slapper, when you can get young, fresh meat like that? How old is this one you're living with, Shirley?”

 

“Sally. She's thirty-six.”

 

“Fuck! That's awful mate. I bet her cunt's like an old suitcase, isn't it?”

 

“Actually, she's got a pretty good body, and she's learning how to please with it.”

 

“Any kids?”

 

“Two. Both girls. Fifteen and thirteen.”

 

I saw his eyes light up.

 

“Yes! You planning on having any fun with them?”

 

“I already am mate!”

 

“What?!”

 

I told him how I'd spent the morning fucking Helen, and how I'd fingered Sandra before I'd left that evening.

 

“How did you get away with that?” He asked in amazement.

 

I wiggled my fingers and said in a theatrical voice “The power of the human mind, and the mystery of hypnosis.”

 

“You mean, you put the kids under?”

 

“And Sally too. She now believes it's a good thing for me to be abusing her daughters. She actually wants me to do it!”

 

“Shit! It really works, that stuff?”

 

“How could you even doubt me? Dave, I'm hurt!”

 

“Never mind your feelings. Tell me what you've been up to then.”

 

I gave him a complete recount of my seduction and hijacking of Sally. I told him all about the situations I had made her imagine, about how I'd got to the girls, and how I'd started to abuse the two of them. He was fascinated.

 

“And it was as easy as that?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“So, could you do that with anyone?”

 

“Just about. Why, who do you have in mind?”

 

“Kid lives two doors away. Nothing to look at, but cute all the same. Must be about thirteen. Her mother's not bad either – for an old bitch! If I could get them here. Could you do them?”

 

“I can't guarantee, but I'll give it a go.”

 

“You realise what this means, if it works?”

 

“Go on.”

 

“Well, with you working at the surgery, I could send any cuties to you, you put them under, and we have a fine old time with them. Good hey?”

 

I liked the way his mind worked. This would be like giving a thief a licence to print money!

 

“Hey, these kids you've got already?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Are you attached to them?”

 

“How do you mean?”

 

“Are you in love with Sally and her kids?”

 

“Fuck, no! She's a good shag, and a good cook, and the house is a very nice place to live. I love messing with the kids, but I think I'll fancy a move when the youngest grows up. Why?”

 

“Well, I just wondered if you'd mind sharing them, that's all.”

 

“Sure, why not. I'll bring Helen over tomorrow, you can try her out!”

 

He looked well pleased. I thought about what we had agreed and I had to admit, I was pleased too. I'd be working with Dave, earning a bit of cash and having fun with a whole range of young girls into the bargain. I'd never had this kind of opportunity before. In the past, all my ‘patients' had been adult, and I'd never dared to try playing around with one. But my success with Sally and the girls had proved to me how effective it could be. Now it was game on!  We carried on drinking for a few more hours, laughing about past times, giggling like a couple of kids about how we could corrupt and abuse any number of patients. By the early hours of the morning we were both smashed out of our minds. I fell asleep in one of his arm chairs.

 

I woke some hours later with a thumping headache and a foul taste in my mouth. As I opened my eyes tentatively, I could see Dave in another chair, still asleep. I made my way to the kitchen and started to make coffee. The noise must have woken him because a minute or two later her shuffled into the kitchen, bleary eyed.  We drank the first cup of coffee in complete silence. It was only when we were both half way through the second cup that he broke the silence.

 

“What we talked about last night, about you joining the practice. You are still up for it, aren't you?”

 

“Sure. We agreed I'd do Thursday evenings, remember?”

 

“Fuck, yes! What about the rest of it though? I meant what I said about sending any promising candidates to you, you know. You still up for that too?”

 

“Yeah, I'm up for it. You pick out a couple of young sweeties first and we'll see how it goes. I'll give it a go, but remember, you can't expect them to be fucking like an old slag after just one session. It will take a bit of time before they're fully conditioned, right?”

 

“Oh sure, sure. But we can have some fun with them right away, can't we?”

 

He sounded like a schoolboy eager to open his birthday present!

 

“Oh, we'll have some fun alright!”

 

“Did you mean what you said about sharing Sally's two?”

 

“I'll bring Helen round this afternoon, but you'll have to wait your turn with Sandra. I want her first!”

 

“Sounds ok to me.” He grinned. “What will you tell Helen?”

 

“How about this; she's got to have a full medical examination. Every one in her school has to have one after one student caught a very rare virus. She has no choice in this, she has to have it. How does that sound?”

 

“She'll go for that?”

 

“Absolutely! I'll put it into her mind that the examination is essential, and she will think that anything you do to her is completely normal. She won't be able to object or refuse anything. Just for you, I'll make her think that undressing in front of you is the most embarrassing thing she's ever had to do, but that she also finds is very exciting. How about that, you want to see her squirm?”

 

“Fuck, mate, sounds brill! What about Sally and the other kid, will they go for it?”

 

“Sure. Leave it to me.”

 

“OK, when?”

 

“I'll bring her round this afternoon.” I looked at my watch – ten thirty. “Say, about four?”

 

“Lovely.”

 

We looked at each other for a second or two, then burst out laughing all over again.  “Listen, what about afterwards?”

 

“What about it?”

 

“What will you tell them after? I mean, you won't leave them with a memory of what has happened, will you?”

 

“No, I'll tell all three that I've been here helping you sort through some boxes of papers. Helen was here with me, and she really likes you.”

 

“Fuckin' amazing. And I can do anything to her this afternoon?”

 

“Anything you like. You won't mind if I stay and watch, will you? The thought of Helen being abused is enough to give me a stiffy!”

 

“Watch and learn, my boy! Watch and learn.”

 

We laughed again, and I finally left his place and made my way back to Sally's. If they'd all obeyed my instructions, all three of them should have had an eventful evening.

I arrived back to a warm welcome from them all. Sally threw her arms around me and gave me a loving kiss. Helen gave me a bruising hug before dashing off to the kitchen to make tea, and Sandra deposited herself in my lap as soon as I sat down.

 

They wanted to know about my evening, so I told them all about the time I'd spent with Dave and how we'd drunk far too much. They laughed when I confessed to having a bit of a hang-over, but still fought over who would fetch me the aspirin!

 

“What sort of an evening did you all have?” I asked innocently.

 

Sally and Helen immediately looked at one another, while Sandra squirmed around on my lap.  Sally took a deep breath before saying “Sandra, I need to talk to Steve and Helen for a few minutes. Would you be an absolute love and go upstairs and change the beds for me?”

 

“What do you need to talk about?”

 

“Just some things, you don't need to know.”

 

“Can't I stay and just listen?”

 

“No you can't!” Helen snapped, “Mum said to go upstairs, so just go, will you?”

 

“OK, fine. I'm going.” Sandra stomped from the room in a fury.

 

I looked at Sally, still playing the innocent. God! I was enjoying myself! Helen looked anxious, she had gone pale and she was knotting her fingers nervously. Sally was carefully folding and refolding a handkerchief which had been left on the sofa. Sandra's angry footsteps receded upstairs. I smiled at them both and said, “What's up?”

 

Sally came and sat next to me on the sofa. She took my hand, looked into my eyes with a loving look and said, “I know about you and Helen.”

 

I was determined to play the game to the limit.  “What do you mean?”

 

“I know what you and Helen did yesterday. I know how close the two of you have become, and I'm pleased about it. I want you to know that I'm ok with this.”

 

I glanced at Helen, who looked pale and frightened. Before I could say anything she sobbed and said, “I know we were going to wait and talk to Mum together, Steve, but it just seemed right to speak to her last night. I'm sorry if I've done it wrong.”

 

I looked down at the carpet, giving the impression of contrition.  “We never meant to hurt you Sal. It was one of those things that neither of us meant to happen, we just couldn't help it.”

 

“You don't need to be sorry, my darling. I'm genuinely happy that it's happened.”

 

“Really?” I tried my best to sound surprised!

 

“Yes, really. I know you'd never do anything to hurt her, so I know she'll be safe with you. And it doesn't change what we have, does it?”

 

“No, not at all. At least, not for me. Are the two of you ok with this then?”

 

Sally laughed, “I'm fine, honestly. It's such a weight off my mind, knowing that she's safe, that she won't get hurt. I couldn't have wished for anyone nicer for her. To tell you the truth, I was half hoping that this would happen. So you see, I'm really fine with this.”

 

I looked over at Helen. “And you? What about you?”

 

She rushed over to me and flung herself on top of me. Tears were flowing down her face. She buried her face in my neck and sobbed her tender little heart out! “Oh Steve! I love you so much. I couldn't believe it when I told mum that I loved you and she was so happy for us. I thought she might send me away, or split us up, but she's happy for us, Steve. She really is. I can't believe my luck.”

 

She was still sobbing, but there were gasps of laughter mixed in now. Her emotions were swinging like a weather vane. I looked over at Sally, who was beaming back at me. She moved over to us and joined in the hug, kissing my face and neck and stroking Helen's back.  We stayed like that for a few minutes until Helen regained some sort of calm. Then I moved away from them. I turned to face the two of them as they sat together. The tension had been broken, and they looked happy and relaxed.

 

“Sorry to be stupid, but how is this going to work?” I chuckled.

 

They both looked pleased with themselves. Sally spoke first.  “We've already thought about that.” She announced proudly. “We'll share you!”

 

“Oh, and how will that work?”

 

“We're going to draw up a rota.” Helen said, and grinned.

 

“A rota?”

 

“Yes! I will sleep with you three nights a week, Mum for four. Mum gets to have you more, cos she had you first, and because she's my mum.” Helen fell into fits of giggles.

I couldn't help myself and started to laugh too. I looked to Sally for confirmation, and saw that she too looked thoroughly pleased with herself.

 

“Is this ok with you, then?”

 

She laughed out loud and said, “Of course it is, it was my idea!”

 

When I looked incredulous she explained.  “Once I'd managed to convince my doubting daughter here that I wasn't going to send her off to live with great aunt whoever, but was actually quite pleased, we started to think how this could work. I didn't want the two of you thinking that you had to go behind my back. I'm happy for all of us, so we need to be honest with each other. I didn't want the two of you thinking that you had to snatch at any opportunities either, so the most logical thing was for the two of us to share you. I have you Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. Helen gets you Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday. Ok with you?”

 

“Fine with me!” I laughed, “What man wouldn't be happy with an arrangement that lets him be with two beautiful women?”

 

They both looked at each other, then at me, huge smiles on their faces.

 

“There is a problem though.”

 

Their faces fell.  “What?” They said together.

 

“Sandra.” I said, simply. “She's no fool. She'll realise that something is different very quickly. We can't fob her off with some silly lie. What are we going to tell her?”

 

“Nothing. Tell her nothing.” Helen said defiantly.

 

“No, Steve's right, love. We have to tell her something. Let me talk to her. I'll explain that we have a special sort of relationship now, just the three of us. I'll tell her how happy we all are.”

 

“Make sure she knows that she has to keep this a secret. She can't tell anyone, or we could all be in trouble.” I warned.

 

“Don't worry. Leave it to me. Now, let's have that cup of tea!”

 

Sally got up and went to the kitchen, leaving me alone with Helen. She came to me again, wrapping her arms around me in a loving embrace. “You don't mind, that I spoke to Mum, I mean?”

 

“No. I think you were very brave. I don't mind at all.”

 

“Do you know the best part?”

 

“No, what?”

 

“Today is Sunday, so I get to have you in my bed tonight!”

 

A few moments later Sally appeared with the teas. I couldn't resist saying it, “Just what the doctor ordered.” I giggled.  I drank my tea, then went upstairs for a shower. Sally followed and came in to talk to me as the hot water ran over my body.

 

“I'm really glad we've got things sorted out. Helen's a lovely girl. I really want her to be happy. And of course, I really want you to be happy too.”

 

“Don't worry, I am.”

 

I stepped from the shower and started to towel myself dry. Sally eyed me appreciatively.

 

“Is there anything I can do to make you happier?” She breathed, a seductive smile on her face.

 

“Oh, you can always make me happy.” I grinned.

 

“Let's see what we can do for you then. Sit down.”

 

I sat on the toilet and she moved to kneel between my knees. She began to stroke my cock whilst kissing and licking at my balls. I felt my cock start to stiffen and lay back to enjoy the sensations. She began to wank my cock in long, firm strokes. Kissing the head, licking my balls. Her breathing was becoming heavy.

 

“You'll never guess.” She said, then folded her lips over my now hard cock, looking up at me through her long lashes.

 

”What?” I asked.

 

She lifted her mouth off my cock, continued to wank it with one hand and stroke my balls with the other. She hesitated for a moment and said, “Last night, after I had spoken to Helen and she'd told me of the two of you making love yesterday, I started to think of the two of you together.”

 

“Oh?”

 

She sucked my cock deep into her mouth once more. Jesus! She was good at blow jobs!

 

“Mmmm. And the more I thought about it, the more randy I got! I couldn't help it. When I went to bed I kept imagining the two of you together. I thought of you undressing her, and your lovely hard cock pushing into her. Oh God Steve! I came.”

 

She was gasping for breath now, her fingers wrapped tightly around my shaft. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick pre-cum from my glans, looking at me with those seductive eyes as she did so.

 

“Are you wet now?”

 

Hey eyes widened with shock. This was the most sexually explicit conversation we had ever had. She nodded, then went down on my cock again.

 

“Would you like to take your knickers off and give them to me?”

 

She groaned and nodded. “Go on then.”

 

She continued sucking on my cock, but both hands were now busy lifting the hem of her skirt and delving underneath. She wriggled her hips and shifted around before handing me a pair of black, cotton knickers. I took them in my hand and could feel the dampness, smell her juices.

 

“Stand up.”

 

She stood, and I took her by the arm and gently led her to the washbasin. Then I bent her over so that her face was reflected in the mirror. I opened the fastenings of her long, flowing skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her reflection looked at me, eyes wide, loving. I ran my hands over the smooth skin of her arse and she shuddered. I pushed her legs apart to reveal her pussy, its' lips wet and swollen. I ran my finger lightly over its' folds. Her eyes closed and she bit her lower lip.

 

I ran the head of my cock the length of her slit, rubbing it against her hard little clit, making her whimper. Then I buried my length into her up to the hilt in one swift motion. She groaned as I first entered her, then gasped as I continued to penetrate, arching her back and pushing her pussy onto my cock. I grabbed hold of her hips and began to fuck her roughly. I could see her face in the mirror, eyes closed, brow furrowed.

 

I pushed my hands under her T-shirt. Unusually for her at home she was wearing a bra. I pushed it up and over her breasts without unfastening it, letting her tits swing free. She moaned again. I began to tease her nipples, which quickly began to harden. I pinched and twisted them as I continued to fuck her vigorously. She gasped and moaned in response.

 

I dropped one hand onto her hip and slipped it round and over the soft swell of her belly. I ran my fingers through her pubes and found the top of her slit. I began to tease and stroke her hard, swollen clit. It must still have been super-sensitive from the frigging she had given it the night before as her face contorted in concentration and she began to buck and writhe her hips, wriggling her pussy around as if trying to evade the tormenting fingers. I felt her juices covering my fingers.  I pulled my fingers away and began to stroke her arse cheeks. I was still pinching and tweaking her nipples with my other hand. Her face was a picture of flustered pleasure, as she held on to the rim of the basin for support, still pushing her hips back onto my cock.

 

My fingers found the top of the crack of her arse, and I began to ease my finger tip down towards her tight hole. As I began to circle her anus with my finger tip her eyes opened wide and unfocussed. I started to gently tickle and stroke her little bud. I looked down to see it twitch as I ran my finger around it. Then I placed my thumb, which was till slick with her juices, right over her tight entrance and began to apply gentle pressure to her sphincter.

 

I looked at her reflection. She was kneading one breast with her hand, pinching her nipples in the way I was doing to her other breast. Her eyes were open but glazed, her focus on something in the mid-distance. Her jaw hung slack. I began to increase the speed and depth of my strokes into her hot pussy. She let her head fall back and groaned.

 

I began to increase the pressure I was applying with my thumb. I felt her sphincter start to relax as I gently breached her last defence. She realised what was happening and started to react. She tried to look at me in the mirror, but her eyes were too far-gone for that. She started to wriggle her hips again, trying to dislodge the uncomfortable feeling in her bottom, she was gasping and panting, the feelings inside her building to a huge climax. She was trying to say something to me. I knew what it was, of course, I just chose to ignore it!

 

“Oh! Ah! No, Steve. Ah! No, no I don't like….. Oh! Mmmmm! Oh please. Oh God!”

I pushed my thumb past the last resistance of her sphincter, pushed it deep into her bowels. She groaned loudly. I took my hand away from her tortured tits and dropped it to her hot pussy. I quickly found her clit again and then began to rock her back and forth onto my cock, one hand on her pussy, the other with a thumb up her arse.

 

She pushed back onto me again, reaching up to maul both her breasts. Then she reached round to grab at the hand tormenting her bottom. I thought she was intending to pull the offending fingers away, but to my delight she pushed my hand firmly into her bottom, rubbing her hips up and down on my thumb. And then she came. A sobbing, twitching, gasping climax. Her knees almost gave way, she dropped her head forwards, then reached for the hand busy on her pussy and pulled it away. I felt her gasping for breath and her pussy muscles contract. I started to shoot my load deep into her. This seemed to set her off again, and she started to yelp and whine. She clutched the hand which had been fingering her hot slit, gripped it almost painfully. I pulled my thumb from her arse, grabbed hold of her hips with both hands, and drove my cock as deep into her as I could.

 

I collapsed onto her back, gasping for breath. She stood still, her face in the hand basin, head bowed. I slipped my cock out of her and made my way over to the bed. I lay down with a sigh, and moments later she joined me.

 

“Oh my God, Steve, what are you doing to me?” She laughed breathlessly. “I think you're turning me into a nymphomaniac!”

 

“That would be fine with me, darling!”

 

“God, I'm glad it's Sunday.” She laughed.

 

“Why?”

 

“Well you're with Helen tonight. That means I might get some sleep!”

 

I reached out my hand towards her pussy and said, “Maybe I should give you a little more attention, just so you don't forget me?”

 

She pushed my hand away urgently, crying “No! No more! A girl can only take so much. Just give me some time to recover, that's all I ask!”

 

I lay back on the bed and Sally curled her body around mine. I thought about the coming afternoon and how to get Helen to Dave's easily and simply. I decided on a slight change of plan.

 

“Sal, Dave's asked me to do some hypnotherapy work at his new medical practice. It would only be one evening a week, part of his complimentary medicines clinic. There's all sorts of stuff there, aromatherapy, osteopathy, all that stuff.”

 

She looked up, an interested look on her face. “Oh yes. What did you say?”

 

“I said I'd give it a go for a few weeks at least. See how it goes. It will be the usual stuff, you know; stress relief, stop smoking, lose weight, that kind of thing.”

 

“Sounds good. I can certainly vouch for your ability to relieve stress, so if you need a reference, my darling!”

 

“Well thank you. I wasn't thinking of quite such a high level of intimacy with all my patients though!”

 

“I should bloody well hope not!”

 

“I said I'd go back over this afternoon, to look at the practice, sign the agreements and all that. You don't mind, do you?”

 

“No, of course not.”

 

“I thought I might take Helen with me.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“Well, it might be a good opportunity to calm her nerves. She's still wound up really tight thinking we've betrayed you somehow. I thought I could reassure her, like you have. Plus, it would give you a chance to have a long chat with Sandra. What do you think?”

 

“You're right, love. She needs to be convinced that it's going to be alright. Fine! Good idea. You take Helen, I'll have a woman-to-woman with Sandra, put things straight with her.”

 

Sally's mind was a blank page for me to write on now. I could project any idea, any thought, any emotion and she would take it as her own. I made a mental note to myself to explore how far I could take this.

 

“I'll just go and get ready then.”

 

I went back into the bathroom, had another shower and got ready to return to Dave's place. Sally had gone back downstairs. I took the opportunity to give Dave a quick phone call.

 

“Hey Dave, it's me.”

 

“Hey! What's up?”

 

“Change of plan for this afternoon. I've told Sally that I'm meeting you at the surgery to sort out a few details, and I'm bringing Helen for a bit of company. We could do with sorting out the business side anyway. Can I meet you there at four?”

 

I heard him snicker, “Sure mate, four o'clock at the surgery. See you there.”

 

I finished dressing and left the bedroom heading towards the stairs. As I passed Sandra's room I heard music playing. I couldn't resist it. I knocked on the door and heard her call “Who is it?”

 

I opened the door and peered round it saying, “It's me, have you calmed down yet? Can I come in?”

 

She looked sullen. “I don't see why I have to be sent out of the room every time there's grown-up stuff being talked about. I'm thirteen now, fourteen in four months time, I'm not a child.” She said indignantly.

 

I bit my lip to hide a smile. “Of course you're not a child. We didn't ask you to leave because you're young, we asked you to leave because there was some things we needed to discuss, just the three of us.”

 

“What sort of things?” She demanded.

 

“Well, I think your mum's going to talk to you about that this afternoon. I have to go out again, and I thought I'd take Helen with me to give the two of you time to talk."

 

“Not fair.” She wailed. “Why does she get to go out with you, and I have to stay here? It's not fair, just because she's your favourite. You like her more than you like me. Admit it, it's true, isn't it?”

 

“It's not true at all, love. Listen, I'm taking Helen this afternoon so that you and your mum can have some time together uninterrupted. I have to go out, but if I left Helen here you and your mum couldn't have a real talk, could you?”

 

“I suppose not. What does mum want to talk about anyway?”

 

“I'll let your mum tell you all about it. Now, are you going to cheer up and give me a hug?”

 

She smiled and came over to me, putting her arms round my waist and hugging me.  “Steve?” She whispered.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Can I tell you a secret?”

 

“Yes, of course you can.” I knelt down beside her, so that we were eye-to-eye.

 

“Last night, when I was in bed, I did it!”

 

“Did what?” I wanted to hear her say it out loud.

 

“I touched it!” She whispered, almost inaudibly.

 

“Touched what?”

 

“My button!” She hissed. “Like you said I could. Oh it was lovely! I lay in bed and put my hand down my pants and tickled my button. It felt lovely Steve, like when you did it!”

 

“Good girl.” I said cheerfully. She smiled, shyly.

 

“And then I …..” Her voice was barely audible.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Then I put my finger inside . You know, right inside .” Her head hung, as if in shame. She flashed her eyes at me from under her lashes, seeking reassurance, needing it from me.

 

“How did that feel?”

 

“I felt so naughty. Like I really shouldn't be doing that, but it was lovely! Steve, it is ok to do that, isn't it? I didn't do anything wrong or dirty, did I?”

 

“I told you, there's nothing wrong with enjoying your body. And there's certainly nothing dirty about it. You can do it as much as you like, I promise you.”

 

A beaming smile lit her face. “I'm going to do it again tonight. I might do it every night. It's lovely. Only….” She looked up at me appealingly.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Well, it's not as nice as when you do it though. When will you do it to me again, Steve? Will you do it soon?”

 

“Yes, soon.”

 

“Will you do it now?” She asked eagerly, she grabbed my hand, pulling it towards her.

 

“No, I can't now, my lovely. I have to go out. I'll do it again soon, I promise.”

 

“Honest?” She looked sullen again.

 

“Honest!” I laughed.

 

She laughed back and I left her room feeling well pleased with myself. Not only did she like playing with herself, she also liked me to play with her juvenile pussy! It wouldn't be long before I could have even more fun with little Sandra!  I made my way downstairs and found Sally and Helen in the kitchen drinking tea. I explained to Helen about my ‘business meeting' that afternoon and asked her if she would like to come with me. She looked at me like I'd just given her the best birthday present ever.

 

“Oh yes please! ”

 

“Fine. That's settled then.” Sally announced. A short time later Sandra joined us and we spent a few hours playing ‘happy families'.  At about three-thirty I told Helen it was time to go.

 

“Will what I'm wearing be ok?” She asked.

 

I looked at her. Her shoulder length brown hair was tied up in a pony tail, which made her look even younger than her fifteen years. She wore no make up, of course, and her pretty face had a youthful flush. She wore a plain white T-shirt, and I could just make out the shape of a simple white bra underneath. Dark blue jeans and white trainers completed her outfit.

 

“You'll be fine.” I smiled at her. (‘Besides' I thought, ‘you wont be wearing that lot for long!')

 

We set off for the surgery, and she started to chat about the previous evening. She told me how she had started to talk to Sally, and then how it all came spilling out. She had been crying as she had told Sally all about how she loved me, and how we had made love. She hadn't fully believed it when Sally had said she understood, and that she was happy for us. It went on and on. I was tempted to put her under, just to shut her up, but I realised that she needed to get this out of her system. Subjects under hypnosis need time to fully absorb all that happens to them when they're under. This is particularly true when any changes are dramatic, as was the case with Sally, Helen and Sandra.

 

I had taken my time to ingratiate myself with them, slowly implanting my ideas. Too quick and you spook the horses. After a while, with concerted effort, you can open up someone's mind completely, as I'd done with Sally. I was looking forward to stretching her in the future, just to see how far I could take her.

 

Now I listened with feigned interest as Helen opened her heart to me. What she was doing, of course, was rationalising it to herself. In telling the whole sorry story to first her mother, and then me, she was making some sort of sense of what I had programmed into her. I let her babble on. With a bit of effort, she'd be as pliable as Sally in no time at all.

 

We arrived at the surgery just before four. There was one car parked outside, a brand new Mercedes. This had to belong to Dave. He always was a flash bastard! The building was modern, a reception area clearly visible through the largely glass façade. A brushed steel nameplate near the entrance announced to the world: “New Haven Family Medical Centre.” Underneath was another plaque detailing those who practised there. First name? “Dr. David Ritchie, M.D.” I smiled to myself.

 

I turned and put Helen under. I told her that a student at her school had become ill with a very serious virus infection. The head master had ordered that every student in the school had to have a full medical examination to make sure they were well enough to attend school. Sally had agreed to both girls having the examination, and Helen had no choice but to submit to it.

 

“Do you understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I want you to imagine that it is the day before you are due to have your examination. You are sent to deliver a note to the doctor who is examining students at the school. When you get there, you find he is a dirty looking old man, with bad breath and body odour. He looks at you in a strange way. It makes you feel uncomfortable. You don't like the thought of this man touching you.”

 

She frowned and started to squirm about uncomfortably in her seat.

 

“As you hand him the note he makes you stand in front of him while he reads it. There are girls in the room, dressed only in their knickers and bras. They have to stand in line, waiting for him to examine them. They look really afraid and nervous. As he is reading the note, some fifth year boys walk past the room. The door is left open, they can see right in. They stop and stare at the girls in their underwear. The girls complain, but the Doctor shouts at them, telling them that they're nothing to look at, and that they shouldn't be so silly. Some of the girls are crying with embarrassment now. He looks at the boys peering in through the open door and grins at them, like he's sharing a joke. Finally, he finishes reading the note and tells you that you can go. As you turn to walk to the door he gives you a little pat on your bottom and says ‘See you tomorrow, young lady'”

 

The imagery was very real for her. She had gone very pale, and she was squirming around in her seat like she wanted to run for it. I smiled to myself; I was getting good at this!

 

“You go home that evening and complain to your mum. She says that there is nothing you can do. That you have to have the examination. You beg her, plead with her. You don't want to be examined by that dirty old man. Isn't there any alternative?”

 

Her breathing had become shallow and rapid. She was approaching panic!

 

“Then I suggest that my friend Dr. Ritchie could do the examination and give you a medical certificate. The dirty old man at school wouldn't have to come anywhere near you. How would you feel about that, Helen?”

 

She heaved a sigh of relief. “Oh Steve, please. Would you do that for me? Really? Oh I'd be ever so grateful, honest I would. Oh thank you Steve, thank you so much.”

 

“I want you to imagine that your mum has phoned the school. The head master has agreed, but he isn't happy about it. If Dr. Ritchie can't provide the certificate by Monday, you'll have to go to the school Doctor. In order to get the certificate from Dr. Ritchie you'll have to go along with anything he does. No complaints, no whinging or whining. Any nonsense and he'll refuse you the certificate, understand?”

 

“Yes, I understand. I won't argue with Dr. Ritchie, I promise.”

 

“You will have to undress in front of the doctor, do you understand?”

 

She blushed slightly. “Yes.”

 

“You will find it extremely embarrassing to have to undress in front of a strange man, even if he is a doctor. Do you understand?”

 

She blushed deeply at just the thought of it. “Yes.” Her voice had become very small.

 

“But part of you will also find it very exciting. You will find Dr. Ritchie very attractive, and part of you will like being made to undress in front of a stranger. You will become more and more turned on the longer the examination goes on, and the more clothing you have to remove. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes.” A slight tremor in her voice now.

 

“One final thing, when you enter Dr. Ritchie's room you will no longer be able to see or hear me. It will be just the two of you in there. Understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I brought her round and asked her if she was ok. She smiled at me nervously and nodded, unconvincingly. We got out of the car and walked the few paces to the door of the surgery. Her body looked tight, she was scared half to death!   I rang the door bell and saw Dave walking towards the door. He smiled at me, then glanced over at Helen. I could see his eyes running over her young body.  We shook hands and I introduced Helen. He shook her hand also and made a fuss of her. She blushed and giggled, clearly taken with him. He glanced at me questioningly. I asked Helen to sit down in a nearby chair and wait for me for a few minutes. As soon as she sat down, I put her under.

 

“Helen, why are you here?”

 

“I'm here for a medical examination. One of the students at school was seriously ill. We all have to have medical certificates saying we are well enough to go to school.”

 

“What's the doctor like at school?”

 

“He's horrible! He's old and dirty, and he looks at you in a funny way. He gives me the creeps. I hate him.”

 

“And so you're here today so that Dr. Ritchie can examine you and give you the certificate, is that right?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I turned to look at Dave and grinned.  “Fuckin' brill mate!” He exclaimed. “When can I start?”

 

“Right away. She won't object to anything you say or do, because if she does, you won't sign the certificate, and she'll have to let the dirty old bastard at school have his fun with her.”

 

“Great! Who is the ‘dirty old bastard at school' then?”

 

“No one. There isn't one. There's no sick student, no requirement from the head for a certificate, no certificate! It's all made up, mate.”

 

“Fuck me! You are good at this aren't you? Let's go then, wouldn't want to keep the little lady waiting now, would we!”

 

“There's just one last thing?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“When we go into the surgery, she won't be able to see or hear me, right?”

 

“No way! You can do that? Block yourself out completely?”

 

“See for yourself.”

 

We went back over to Helen, still sitting nervously in the reception area. I woke her, telling her that she wouldn't remember having slept. She looked round, bleary eyed and smiled at Dave and me.

 

“You go with Dr. Ritchie now, love. I'll wait out here for you. Ok?”

 

She looked pale and scared, but she nodded and stood to follow Dave into his consulting room. Her legs looked decidedly unsteady as she did so.  Dave motioned for her to sit in a chair next to his desk, then closed the door as I slipped past him to find my own seat at the other end of the room.  Helen sat in the chair, stiff and upright, her hands knotted in her lap, twisting her fingers nervously.

 

“Right then! Lets get started, shall we?” Dave said breezily. “I'd like you to undress for me please.”

 

She looked shocked. “Erm, everything?” She muttered.

 

He considered her question for a moment. She had gone very pale. She was clearly dreading his reply.  After a moment or two, which must have seemed an eternity for her, he smiled and said, “No, just down to your bra and pants will do.”, adding, as an afterthought, “For the moment, anyway.”

 

She breathed a small sigh of relief. Then started to pull her T-shirt up over her head revealing her simple white bra. Her half-formed tits filled the cups nicely. I could see Dave was enjoying the view. She draped the T-shirt over the back of her chair, then stood and started to open her jeans. Her fingers fumbled nervously for the button and the zip. Finally she had unfastened them, giving us both a glimpse of her clean, white knickers. She drew in a deep, ragged breath and then pushed them down to her knees. She sat back down quickly, kicked off her trainers and began to pull the jeans over her feet. She folded them neatly and put them over the chair too. Then she looked up at Dave, awaiting her next instruction.

 

“I want you to stand up against that measure over there please, so I can measure your height.”

 

She stood and walked over to the measure. As she turned I could see that her knickers had ridden up into the crack of her arse. Two delicious pink cheeks were visible. Dave saw it too, turning to me and winking as her lovely, juvenile arse swayed over to the measure. He made her stand there for a few moments whilst he sorted through some papers. She was clearly embarrassed at having to stand around in just her underwear; she kept fidgeting, first covering her tits with her arm, then trying to hide her knickers from view. She put her hands behind her back and quickly re-arranged her knickers, stretching the fabric to cover her arse.

 

He could see how scared she was, and he was enjoying himself enormously. He asked for her full name, age, address, date of birth. She answered in a voice filled with nervous tension. Then he walked over to her and measured her height. He noted this down, then asked her to step on some scales so her could measure her weight. She stepped onto the scales, Dave stood next to her. “Just move on a bit for me Helen.” He said, and then put one hand lightly on her bottom to propel her forwards. She shuffled on the scales, glancing over her shoulder at the hand which lightly caressed her. He noted her weight and then told her to stand down. She stood next to his desk as he re-took his seat. Her hands were knotted once again in front of her tight little snatch.

 

“Right, then Helen. Let me tell you a bit about what will happen next. I understand that the illness your friend at school had was a viral infection of the glands. In addition to a general examination to determine your overall health, I will have to examine various glands around your body to check for any early signs of infection, ok?”

 

“Which glands?” She said in a whisper.

 

“Well I won't scare you with all the medical names, but they are located around the body at various places such as the throat, arm pit and of course the breasts and the groin.”

 

He smiled at her. She didn't smile back.

 

“Now then, before we start, I just need to check, are you menstruating at the moment?”

 

She looked stunned. “Mmmm?”

 

“Are you menstruating; are you having your period?”

 

She coughed nervously, “Er, no Sir, er, I mean Doctor.”

 

“Fine! No reason why we can't get on with it then. Excellent!”

 

The full implications of his last question were beginning to sink in. She had gone pale again. He asked her a few questions about her general health. Then the questions became more personal.

 

“How old were you when you started your periods?”

 

“Twelve, sir, I mean doctor.”

 

“And do you use tampons or towels?”

 

She blushed again, “Towels, sir, I mean doctor.”

 

“And how long does your period last, usually?”

 

“About four days.” She was clearly uncomfortable answering such intimate questions. She shifted from foot to foot as she stood in front of him wearing only her knickers and bra. It was going to be a long afternoon for Helen.  He checked her blood pressure, noted the results, then looked at her and smiled. “So far, so good, Helen. Now I need to have a listen to your heart and lungs. Would you remove your bra, please.”

 

She blushed crimson from her hairline to her chest, and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. Her fingers were trembling with nerves and she couldn't find the fastening.

 

“I'm going to have to hurry you Helen, I'm afraid I don't have all day to spend on a shy little girl.”

 

She looked up sharply at this, then dropped her head in shame. Finally, she unfastened her bra and slipped it off, handing it to Dave. She folded her arms across her small breasts.

 

Dave examined the bra briefly, before dropping it over the chair with the rest of her things. He reached for his stethoscope, making a great show of breathing on it to warm the end.

 

“Now, let's have a listen. Arms by your sides please.”

 

She bit her bottom lip as she dropped her arms, exposing her pert little tits. He nipples were standing firm, no doubt with the adrenaline coursing through her young body.

He took a good long look at her tits before putting his stethoscope to his ears. He placed the instrument under her left breast, resting his hand on the underside of it, and told her to take deep breaths. She did as she was told and her breasts rose and fell obligingly. He did the same on the other side. She looked very uncomfortable.

Then he moved behind her and placed the instrument on her back. She started to deep breathe again, but this time his left hand slid around her rib cage and came to rest underneath her left breast. As she continued to breathe on command, the hand began to cup the breast, much to her alarm. She tried to turn her upper body to escape the assault, but he calmly placed his hand over her breast and ran his thumb over the nipple.

 

She wanted to complain. She wanted to run away. She had probably never felt such a strong mix of emotions in her life before. As she stood half-naked in the consultation room, a strange man fondling her breast, she was experiencing extreme embarrassment and humiliation, but there was something else going on inside her, something she hadn't bargained for. She was becoming aroused!

 

Dave moved his stethoscope around her chest, and his free hand to her right breast.

 

“Right, well, all fine there. I'll just examine your breasts.”

 

He rubbed his hands together ostentatiously, looking like the biggest pervert in the world! She shrank back from his hands as he held them out towards her chest.

 

“Shoulders back!” He ordered. She pushed her shoulders back, forcing her small breasts out. He started to fondle them, clearly enjoying every minute. She turned her head away, looking close to tears. He gave her breasts the most thorough examination imaginable! He spent many minutes cupping and fondling them, weighing each one in his hand, then weighing both as if comparing them. She stood dejectedly, having no choice but to accept the continuing abuse he was subjecting her to. I grinned openly, enjoying the show, loving her shame.

 

“You've got quite a nice pair here, Helen.” He said, matter-of-factly.

 

She blushed again, and to my amazement muttered, “Thank you.”

 

He stroked and tickled her small, pink nipples until they were stiff and she was gasping with barely suppressed excitement, then he started to pinch and twist them. After a few moments of this she was looking most uncomfortable. She kept uttering little gasps and sighs as he tormented her sensitive pink buds.

 

“Ah. Oh. Oww. Ah. Owww.”

 

Then he ducked his head down and took her left breast into his mouth. She gasped with shock and let out a squawk of alarm, but the programming held. She had sworn to let Dave do anything without complaint, now she stood patiently as he sucked first one, then the other of her breasts.  After a couple of minutes of this, she was clearly flustered, partly with embarrassment, but also with pleasure. He lifted his head and stood back to admire his work. Her nipples were pink and swollen, glistening with his saliva, her face was pink too, flushed with embarrassment.

 

“I'd like you to slip your knickers off now please, Helen.”

 

All colour vanished from her face. This was clearly the bit she had been dreading. She hesitated for the briefest moment.

 

“Oh for God's sake, girl, get a move on. I don't have all day, now get them off or you can go back to school for your dammed certificate.”

 

She jumped in alarm and her hands flew to the waistband of her small, white knickers. She let out a half sigh, half sob and started to push them down.

 

“Wait.” Dave ordered. She looked up, hopeful of a reprieve. It wasn't going to happen.

 

“Come and stand in front of me here.”

 

He made her stand about three feet in front of him. Then he sat back to enjoy the view and with a dismissive wave of one hand said, “OK, carry on.”

 

She drew in a ragged breath and then pushed her knickers down to her knees, before stepping out of them and handing them to Dave. She stood in front of him, one arm across her breasts, the other clamped over her young mound. Dave made a great show of inspecting the inside of her knickers before commenting, “Nice of you to put on clean ones!”

 

He now stood and approached her. He made her stand with her hands on her head and her feet shoulder width apart. She looked deliciously vulnerable and exposed. I felt my cock twitch.  Without any warning at all he calmly thrust one hand between her legs. She cried out in shock, but he paid no attention at all. Her face was a picture of misery as his hand wriggled around in her most secret place. She kept twitching, as if she wanted to clamp her legs together to protect her modesty, but fearful of doing so in case she angered the Doctor. I could almost hear her reasoning it out in her head. She had come so far. Suffered so much. If she stopped him now, she'd still have to go through this with the old man at school. Still her hips moved around, an involuntary response to her embarrassment.  With his free hand Dave delivered a couple of crisp smacks to her bare arse. “Will you keep still? How can I examine you properly with you dancing around like that?”

 

She stood still for several minutes while he explored her soft pussy, a look of pure misery on her young face.  Finally, he removed his hand from between her legs and she sighed gratefully.

 

“Bend over and touch your toes.”

 

She did as he ordered. He stood behind her, admiring the view. I watched them both in profile. Then he ran both hands over the cheeks of her plump little arse before pulling them aside and inspecting her tight hole.

 

“Up on the bed please.” He indicated a patient bed. She climbed on.

 

“On your back, knees bent, legs apart, there's a good girl.”

 

She lay there, looking at the ceiling, a look of misery and dread on her face. From where I sat I had a clear view of her pussy and its' sparse covering of light brown, downy hair.  He walked over and peered between her legs, then reached between them and started to examine the folds of her pussy once again.  He tugged playfully at her tuft of pubic hair saying, “Haven't got much of this, have you? Still, plenty of time yet.” She groaned and rolled her head to one side, eyes closed in distress. Then he parted her pussy lips and started to inspect the soft, pink folds within. I could see the effect the examination had had on her as her lips glistened with her juices.

 

He ran his fingers around the entrance to her tunnel. She shuddered and let out a low moan. Then he slowly inserted a finger into her slit. She gasped and moaned again.

 

“Mmmm. I see you are enjoying yourself?” He chuckled.

 

She went so red I thought she would burst!  “I, er, no, sir, please, sir, I don't understand, sir, I er….”

 

“It's quite alright Helen, I fully understand.”

 

“Sir?”

 

“Yes! Some women get their kicks undressing for their doctor. It happens all the time.”

 

“No, sir, I, er….”

 

He began to finger fuck her, sliding his long, slim finger up her hot tunnel, then slowly withdrawing it, only to insert it yet again. She whimpered and moaned.

 

“Oh, sir, please don't.”

 

After a few strokes she raised her arm to cover her face, hiding the shame she felt, but she was also raising her hips slightly off the bed to meet his finger as it travelled up her hot cunt.  After a few minutes of fingering he slipped his finger out of her, then spread her lips further apart. He turned and winked to me, then very deliberately started to rub her clit.  Her eyes flew open, a shocked expression on her face.

 

“Sir?”

 

“Don't worry, Helen. I've seen it all before, remember. Not much more to do now. Tell me, this little fellow here, do you play with it much?”

 

“I, er, I, mmmmm.” Her face scarlet now. Her hips writhing around under his touch.

 

“Yes, thought so. I want you to show me how you play with it. Give it a bit of a tickle for me! I need to be sure it isn't affected by the virus you see.” He turned and winked again. I laughed out loud. Good job she was programmed not to see or hear me!

 

Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she slowly reached down and began to tease and tickle her pussy lips.

 

“Spread your legs wider so I can see, there's a good girl. And open yourself wide as well, I need to see everything, ok?”

 

She obliged, opening her legs wide and spreading her pussy open with one hand whilst fingering herself with the other. I had an unobstructed view as she found her clit and began to tease and rub it until it started to harden. Gasping and moaning, more embarrassed than she had ever been in her life, but also massively aroused, she continued to stroke her clit, occasionally dipping a finger into her hot tunnel, which was leaking juices freely.

 

“Sir, oh sir, can I stop now please?” She gasped.

 

“No Helen, keep going for now. I'll tell you when you can stop.”

 

She moaned in frustration, but carried on playing with her clit. After another minute or two I could see she was building toward a climax. Dave could see it too.

 

“Stop now Helen, that's enough.” He said calmly. “You can get down off the bed now. Come and stand here please.”

 

She groaned in frustration, then red faced, red eyed, tear stained and gasping for breath, she slowly got to her feet and stood where he had indicated at the side of the bed.

 

“Bend over the bed, now. That's it. Now feet apart, good.”

 

She bent over the bed, arse high in the air, feet apart, her sopping pussy at the perfect height. Dave took another close look at her tight little arse, then reached for a small tube of lubricant gel and placed some on his finger. She looked over her shoulder at him, a quizzical look on her face. I understood at once. “Fuck!” I thought, “She doesn't know what he's going to do next!”

 

He smeared the gel onto her puckered little hole and began to circle his finger around it gently. Suddenly, she understood and a look of utter horror flashed across her face. Her small body shuddered and she moaned in misery as she felt his finger start to penetrate her back door. She shifted her weight around and wriggled her hips, trying to ease the pressure on her sphincter. She gripped the bed tightly with her fingers, her face contorted with discomfort. As his finger slipped slowly into her she gasped with pain and moaned again.

 

“Are you ok Helen?” He asked, pointlessly.

 

“Sir, yes sir!” She gasped, sounding anything but!

 

“Good girl.” He said casually, and began to push his finger even further up her tight arse. She was panting and gasping for breath. Small sobs escaped from her as Dave began to withdraw his finger, only to push it back again. I could see beads of sweat on her face and body. Her jaw clamped tightly shut, eyes closed. He kept finding new ways to embarrass, humiliate or distress her. He started to rotate his finger, causing her eyes to open wide in surprise at the feelings she felt in her bowels. Then he ran the fingers of his other hand over her wet pussy, finding her still hard clit, teasing it, rubbing it; she whimpered again.  Then he started to ask her questions. He pushed his finger deep into her bowels then asked, “Do you go to the toilet regularly?”

 

“Pardon, sir?” She gasped.

 

“Do you empty your bowels regularly?”

 

“Yes sir.” Her face flushed again.

 

“How regularly?” Another push, deep into her tight little bottom.

 

“Oh! Owww. Sir, I don't know sir. I'm sorry sir.”

 

“Well, every day? Every other day? Twice a day?” His finger rotating again.

 

“Ah! Oh! Twice a day sir, I think sir.” She was answering him rapidly, trying to get the words out as quick as she could. Her physical and mental discomfort was obvious.

 

“Twice a day, every day?” Another deep push, another tweak of her clit.  She shuddered again, “Mmmmm! Oh! Owww. Yes sir, I think so sir.” Tears escaped her lashes, began to run down her pretty face.

 

“And do you ever have problems with diarrhoea?”

 

“Nnnno, sir.”

 

“Constipation, stomach cramps, anything like that?”

 

“Oh! Ah! Nnnno, sir. Owww.”

 

“So you empty your bowels twice a day, every day. No problems at all, that right?”

 

She gasped again in shame and pain, “Sir, yes sir, I think so sir.”

 

He gave a final deep push into her arse, causing her to cry out briefly, then slowly removed his finger from her puckered little hole. She collapsed down onto the bed, gasping with relief, then started to stand as he moved to the washbasin and began washing his hands.

 

“No, no, stay there please young lady, I'm not quite finished yet.”

 

She bent over the bed again, her shoulders hunched in misery. Dave finished drying his hands, then delved into a cabinet and brought out a shiny steel speculum. She looked over her shoulder at him and her face blanched.  As he approached her with the instrument she clamped her legs together instinctively.

 

“Now, now young lady, come along, there's nothing to be afraid of. I want you to open your legs nice and wide for me, and then push your pretty little bum up as high as you can, ok?”

 

“Yes sir.” The tremor in her voice was unmistakable. She did as she was told, opening her legs wide as he stood behind her watching, a look of amusement on his face. It was all I could do not to take my cock out and have a wank. I contented myself with shifting it around in my trousers to relieve the pressure.

 

“Let's have that pretty bum of yours a little higher, shall we? So I can have a good look at you.”

 

She blushed again, closing her eyes in shame, biting her bottom lip as she stood on tip-toe, pushing her bottom up for his inspection. He stood close to her and then bent over for a close look. He was so close she could feel his breath on her most private parts. Another shudder, another sob.

 

“Very nice, very nice indeed. How often do you wash your vagina?”

 

“I have a shower every day, sir.”

 

“And you wash it then?”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

“Inside as well?”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

“Right. Let's have a look then. This won't hurt, but it may feel a bit uncomfortable, ok?”

 

“Yes sir.” She whispered.

 

He spread her pussy lips with his fingers, then inserted the metal instrument. The cold made her jump as he'd made no attempt to warm it before insertion. She gripped the edge of the bed tightly again as the speculum travelled up into her tunnel, then she gasped and groaned as he opened her up. She was breathing rapidly, trying to control her emotions, to hold back the wave of panic and shame she was feeling.

Dave, meanwhile, continued to examine the inside of her tunnel. He moved the speculum around inside her, causing more discomfort, then started asking her more questions.

 

“When was your last period?”

 

“About three weeks ago, sir, owww.”

 

“And how regularly do you have periods?”

 

“I'm quite regular, sir, ah! Ow! I have them about every four weeks, owww.”

 

“I see you're not a virgin, do you have a regular boyfriend?”

 

Her bottom lip began to quiver, more tears escaped and ran down her flustered face.

 

“I said, ‘do you have a regular boyfriend'?”

 

“Yes sir.” She said in a barely audible whisper, glancing at the door to the consulting room as she did so, as if she expected me to come in and stop her torment. I giggled again. Dave looked over at me and grinned.  “Lucky chap.” He muttered. In a swift movement he closed and removed the speculum. A look of relief swept across her face. He put the instrument down and she started to stand again. He put one hand firmly into the small of her back and pushed her back down.

 

“Not so fast, young lady. I'm not finished with you yet.”

 

He pushed her hips into the bed, making her bottom cheeks swell appealingly. I watched as she looked over her shoulder at him, questioningly. He started to unfasten his trousers, the zip whirred as it descended. For a moment she looked at him blankly, unable to understand what was about to happen, then she was struggling and trying to stand.

 

“No!” She cried out, “You can't do that. Please, sir, no! No!” She almost screamed as he slid his underwear down to reveal his erect cock. He was built pretty much the same as me – nothing massive, but a respectable length and girth.

 

“Keep still, young lady.”

 

“No! Please sir, don't do this to me. Please sir. Steve! Steve, help me. Steve! Owwww!”

 

Dave smacked her arse hard, I could see the imprint of his hand on her flesh before it started to redden.

 

“Steve can't help you. Now shut up. Do you want to have to go through all of this again with the doctor at school? Do you?”

 

She was sobbing openly now, one hand rubbing at her sore behind.  “No sir.” She wept bitterly. She dropped her head onto the bed in defeat and surrender. Dave positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy and began to push into her. She had turned her face away from where I was sitting, but I could still hear her sobs as he started to build up a steady rhythm. She lay across the bed limply.

 

Dave looked across at me and smiled. I grinned back! He reached between her legs and began to play with her clit again. She grunted and moaned as he did so. Now he was fucking her with long, deep strokes. I could see her arse quiver with each stroke. The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of his belly as it slapped against her plump little arse.  Dave started to grunt, he wouldn't be long now. He reached under her and took hold of her tits with both hands using them as handles to give himself greater purchase. He began to pinch and twist her nipples. She cried in pain and humiliation. Then Dave's hands slid down to her hips, pulling her down hard onto his groin. He moaned and then tensed and I knew he was shooting his load into her. She gasped as she felt him shooting into her. His powerful strokes were pushing her around like a rag doll. Finally, Dave collapsed onto her, pinning her down on the small examination bed.

 

Dave slowly stood up, still gasping for breath. His cock slid from her ravaged pussy and she choked back another sob. He looked at me approvingly and grinned again. I smiled back. I had thoroughly enjoyed my afternoon, watching my best mate shame and abuse my fifteen-year-old toy. I would be sure to relive the experience in Helen's bed that night.  He pulled up his trousers and fastened them, the said to Helen who was still lying over the bed, “Thank you, Helen. You can get dressed now.”

 

She stood shakily, looking around for her clothes. He held them out to her and she swayed over to him to collect them, her face expressionless. Dave sat and watched as she slowly pulled on her knickers, fastened her bra and pulled on her T-shirt and jeans, sniffing repeatedly as she did so.  Dave started writing something on the pad on his desk. “I'm just writing to your headmaster to tell him that you are in prefect health, and able to attend school.”

 

“Thank you sir.” She muttered, tears still rolling down her face.

 

“Sit down here for a moment.” She sat in the chair next to his desk, where her ordeal had begun.

 

“Unfortunately, I can only guarantee your good health for one month at a time, since this is the incubation period for viruses of this type. After that period of time you will have to be re-examined, and given a new certificate.”

 

She looked horrified! She had thought this was a one-off, and now he'd told her that she would have to go through the whole thing again in just one month's time.

 

“But, but, I ……”

 

“Of course, if you'd rather go to see your school doctor, that's fine with me, but if you want me to see you, just have a word with Steve, ok?” He smiled breezily at her, then turned to me and nodded.  I let her suffer for a few moments more, then I put her under. As soon as she was out Dave burst into laughter.

 

“Jesus fuckin' Christ, mate, that was fun.”

 

“You're telling me. I see what you mean about the fun you have prolonging their misery. You really know how to enjoy yourself, don't you?”

 

“Well, I don't normally have this much time to play with them. Usually I only get a minute or two, not half an hour like with this one. And of course, I've never had the chance to fuck one after I've played with it. Good little body on her, nice tits. Arse is nice and tight, you not been tempted then?”

 

“All in good time, mate. It's on my ‘to do' list.” We laughed again. “When you had your finger up her arse I thought she was going to die of shame.” I laughed.

 

“And what about when I made her spread her pussy lips and give herself a quick frigging? That was a bit of fun, wasn't it?”

 

We relived what we described as ‘the highlights', laughing loudly as we did so.

 

“What now then?”

 

“Watch mate, I'll show you how it goes.” I turned to Helen. “Helen, when I wake you, you will remember nothing of what happened here today. There was no sick student at school, no need for a medical certificate, no examination. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“You won't remember any of what happened until I tell you to remember, do you understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“When I wake you I will take you to some papers that need sorting. You will sort the papers according to my instructions, and you will believe that you have spent your time here doing that. Understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I woke her. She looked ‘round, saw Dave and me and smiled.  “Sorry!” She giggled, “I must have been daydreaming. What do you want me to do?”

 

I took her out of the examination room and over to a stationary cupboard. I showed her a pile of case notes and said, “Do you think you could sort these into alphabetical order?”

 

“Sure, no problem.”

 

“Great. I need to have a chat with Dave about some business things. I'll be back in about half an hour, ok?”

 

“Sure.” She grinned at me, delighted to be ‘helping out'.

 

I went back to Dave's room and closed the door.  “That's it?” He said, incredulous. “You just wipe the memory blank and she gets on with her life? It's really as easy as that? Fuck! I'm in the wrong game.”

 

“Well, don't forget that I've been tinkering about with her mind for a few weeks now. She's used to being conditioned, and she genuinely thinks she loves me, and that I'm the greatest thing in the world.”

 

“Amazing. How did you get her to think she was in love with you, then?”

 

“Well, I had help there. From Helen herself. She actually did fall in love with me, at least she thought so. After that it was easy to cement that in and build on it. Good, isn't it?”

 

“It's fuckin' amazing. Can you do it to anyone?”

 

“Pretty much. Why don't you get this target of yours to come in and I'll have a go at her.”

 

“Don't worry mate, I'll speak to her tonight and get her here as soon as I can.”

 

We moved on and wrote up our business agreement, covering my fees, the rent for consultation rooms etc. We were all done in a few minutes. I was to start on Thursday evening.  We drank coffee for a few more minutes before I called Helen and we made our way back to the car. I waved goodbye to Dave, he grinned and gave the ‘thumbs up' as we pulled away.

 

Helen chattered away happily on the way home, the memories of her ordeal at the doctor's suspended from her consciousness. Once or twice though, I saw her fidgeting around in her seat.

 

“Are you ok?”

 

“Yes, I'm just a bit uncomfortable, that's all. I think I need a shower.”

 

I smiled to myself. She was squirming around on a mixture of Dave's cum and lubricating gel, not to mention her own juices of course. The beauty of it was that she had no idea!  After we arrived home she hung around downstairs for a few minutes before announcing that she was off to the bathroom. Sally watched her go and smiled.

“She's really happy now. Did you have a good time?”

 

“Yes.” I smiled, (Oh if only she knew!) “Dave and I got the business side sorted out, and Helen helped by sorting some case papers for us. Did you have a chat with Sandra?”

 

“Yes. I explained that you and I and Helen now have a very special relationship, and that you and Helen will be sleeping together on a regular basis from now on. I told her that this was all perfectly natural, and that all three of us are really happy with this. I also made sure to tell her that this is a family secret, no business of anyone else.”

 

“What did she say to that?”

 

Sally laughed heartily, “She wanted to know why she couldn't join in too.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Really. She thought about what I'd said for a moment or two then said, 'When can I sleep with Steve?' I told her that we'd have to talk about this when she got older. Then she threw one of her tantrums. Yelling about being treated like a child, of course there were lots of ‘it's not fair'. I finally managed to calm her down, but only after I'd promised that we'd talk about it soon, all of us together.”

 

I grinned at her. She smiled back. “She is the most determined little minx at times, you know Steve.”

 

“Well we'd better have a good reason why she can't sleep with me then, hadn't we?”

 

Sally smiled at me, but the smile quickly faded as the thoughts ricocheted around her confused brain. She was already more than half way to the conclusion that it was only right and proper that I have my fun with both her daughters. Now she was left wondering why she would be arguing against Sandra coming into my bed, when it made perfect sense to her for Sandra to do so.

 

One of the most amusing things for me was watching Sally coming to terms with the changes I had wrought. It was easy to convince her of anything, and then I would just sit back and watch her rationalise it. She had become very good at ‘convincing' herself that my ideas were her own. Now she was trying to come to terms with several seemingly conflicting ideas. Clearly, she had a strong instinct to protect her daughters. She also had powerful emotions where I was concerned, believing herself to be totally in love with a man who was perfect for her. Complimenting these thoughts was the idea that she would be protecting her girls if she arranged for them to become my playthings. Of course, I had placed and nurtured this idea, and Helen's apparent contentment seemed to confirm it in Sally's mind. Finally, she found the idea of me having sex with her daughters to be particularly erotic.

 

All evening I watched her, trying to reconcile the conflict in her own confused little mind. Helen and Sandra appeared content for the moment. Helen kept stealing sidelong glances at me, smiling when our eyes met. She was clearly relaxed with the situation, and was probably looking forward to our first night together! Sandra kept chattering away in her usual fashion, flinging herself into my lap from time to time.  When Sally and Helen were out of the room on one occasion she whispered to me, “I'm going to play with my button this evening, Steve. Is that ok?”

 

“That's fine, darling.”

“Will you play with it again soon?”

 

“Yes, soon. I promise. Would you let me watch while you play with it?” She gasped, her hand snatching up to cover her mouth. Then she blushed furiously and started to giggle.

“I couldn't do that!” She laughed, “That would be really rude.”

 

I laughed back and said, “Would you like to play with my cock instead then?”

 

She giggled again. “I don't know.” She blushed, “I never saw one before. I wouldn't know what to do.”

 

“I'll show you.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Really.”

 

“OK, fine.” She giggled again.

 

I just had time for a quick feel of her warm snatch before Sally came back into the room. She looked pleased to see her sitting in my lap.  By mid-evening there was a relaxed atmosphere between the four of us. At nine o'clock Sandra made her way off to bed, kissing us all goodnight as she did so. By ten, Helen was glancing at the clock, then looking at me, waiting for the signal. Before we could move however, Sally had one final surprise.

 

“I've been thinking.” She said. “The two of you won't be particularly comfortable sharing Helen's single bed. I think it would be better for the two of you to go into my bed, and I'll sleep in the spare room.”

 

“Are you sure?” I said, grinning on the inside.

 

“Sure. Now why don't you get off to bed while I sort out the things for school and work tomorrow. Go on, off with you both!”

 

She ushered us out of the living room and up the stairs like a mother hen. Helen smiled shyly. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud!  We reached the bedroom, and I started to undress. I took off my shirt and dropped it onto a chair, then I dropped my trousers and stepped out of them. Helen watched, nervously.

 

“Come on, what are you waiting for?” I urged.

 

She blushed, then started to remove her clothing. She took off her T-shirt and her bra. I took in the sight of her small tits, feeling my cock start to twitch. Then she dropped her jeans and stepped out of them, flinging them to one side. We stood looking at each other, me in my briefs, she in her knickers. I grinned to myself, then pushed my briefs down, exposing my half-erect cock. She gasped and stood looking at my cock.

 

“Come on, you've seen it before!” I giggled. She laughed too, then pushed her knickers down to reveal her sparse bush of pubic hair. She cast her knickers aside with her jeans, and then we both slipped between the covers.  She clung to me like a frightened child. I started to explore her body again. Her small, underdeveloped tits were firm, the nipples standing proud. I enjoyed the feel of her plump, firm little arse, before sticking my hand between her thighs and reaching for her cunt. She gasped and sighed as I fondled her, opening her legs to grant me access, wriggling her hips as I found her clit and started to torment it. Within moments she was writhing around as I played with her clit and tickled the opening to her most secret and sensitive place.

 

In her ecstasy she called out my name, then reached out and ran her small hands over my body. I shuddered with pleasure as her small fingers wrapped themselves around my cock, wanking it enthusiastically. I felt myself stiffen, and then she had ducked her head and taken my cock into her mouth. She was warm and wet, and she was sucking me urgently. Something in her juvenile mind was telling her that this was the right thing to do, and she was sucking like her life depended on it.

 

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the bedroom door and Sally's voice was calling out, “Hello? I'm sorry to disturb you, but can I just get some things from the bathroom please?”

 

Helen, still sucking my cock beneath the covers, froze at the sound of her mother's voice.

 

“Sure Sal, help yourself.” I said casually, as if I wasn't in bed with her fifteen-year-old daughter, who was sucking my cock as we spoke! Sally's eyes darted around the room, obviously looking for Helen. Then her eyes grew accustomed to the dim light, and she saw the shape of Helen's young body beneath the covers. She gasped in shock, the hurried into the bathroom and started to collect her things together. She knocked over several things in her haste, and made a considerable amount of noise. I felt Helen start to make her way up to the top of the bed, and she broke through almost like a diver breaking the surface.

 

She was breathing heavily, and even in the poor light I could see that her face was red. Whether this was a through excitement, heat or embarrassment at being found giving a blow-job to her mother's boyfriend, I neither knew nor cared. I found the whole situation to be both highly enjoyable, and hugely funny.

 

Helen turned her back to me, pulled the covers over her small tits and waited for Sally to reappear. I cuddled into her, moulding my body around hers. I slipped my stiff cock into her arse crack, and grinned to myself as I felt her wriggling her arse to accommodate it. Then I reached round her body and started to stroke her tits. She tried to push my hands away, a nervous giggle in her voice, but I was persistent and eventually she lay back against me and let me play with her pliant nipples.

 

Sally was still crashing around in the bathroom. Helen shifted around as my cock pressed into her arse. In a swift movement I pulled my hips back, reached down, aimed my cock at the top of her thighs and drove forward. She gasped in shock as my cock ran the entire length of her pussy and emerged between her legs under her small thatch of pubic hair. Then we lay together, my hands groping her tits, my cock pressing on her slit.

 

I began to rock my hips slightly, causing slight pressure on her pussy, and in particular her clit. She shuddered and began to push back against me. I leaned forward and started to kiss and lick her neck, then I murmured in her ear, “As soon as your mum has left us alone, I'm going to push this right up inside you. Would you like that?”

 

She giggled girlishly, gasped and then said , “Mmmm, yes please!” Then fell into a fit of giggles.

 

She was still giggling when Sally finally emerged from the bathroom, clutching a bag of cosmetics and various items. She smiled nervously at Helen as their eyes met. Helen stopped giggling and put her face down into the covers. Sally stared at the two of us in her bed, noting the positions of our bodies. She could see where my hands were, and I was still rocking my hips, pushing my cock against Helen's slit.

 

“I've got everything I need for tonight, sorry to disturb you, er, both.” She busied herself bundling up her dressing gown, then marched towards the bedroom door.

 

“'Night Sal.” I called happily.

 

“'Night Steve.” And then, without thinking, “'Night Helen.”

 

Another automatic response, “'Night Mum.”

 

After Sally left, Helen dissolved into fits of laughter.

 

“Oh God Steve! She saw us in bed together, and she must have known where you hands were, did you see her looking? And when she first came in, and I was under the covers, do you think she knew what I was doing?”

 

“Well, as she's done the same thing to me on many occasions, I'd think that she knew for sure!”

 

More giggles. I started to tease her nipples, feeling them harden under my fingers. Then I started to rock my hips again and felt the warmth of her pussy against my shaft. Soon the sensations began to affect her, and she stopped giggling and started to pay  attention.

 

I pulled away from her, rolled her onto her back and climbed on top of her. She opened her legs for me automatically, and I positioned my cock at the entrance to her hot tunnel. I raised my hips higher, then moved so that the head of my cock travelled up her slit until it reached her clit. Then I began to fuck her little button with short, stabbing strokes. She went rigid! Gasping and groaning, her hands clutching at my arms, gripping hard.

 

I let my hips fall again, my glans now running down her slit until it slipped easily into her wet cunt. I paused for a moment. I loved to feel a warm cunt closing around my cock, especially such a young, sweet one.

 

I started to push into her. She moaned as she felt my cock moving into her. I started to fuck her tight little pussy, feeling its' velvety walls stroking my cock. I reached down and under her to grab her plump arse cheeks, squeezing and kneading them, pulling them apart, rubbing her sensitive back door. She shifted around beneath me in discomfort, and I remembered how she suffered under Dave's assault earlier in the day. I ducked my head and began to suck at each of her small tits in turn. She gasped with pleasure and began to stroke my back.

 

She was thrusting her hips back against me as I fucked her. I could hear her excitement building as her small moans increased in frequency and became higher and higher. I felt my own climax start to build and began to push into her with ever more vigorous strokes. She responded in kind and as I started to shoot into her she let out a strange cry, indicating that she had reached her climax too. As I came a series of images flashed though my mind; Helen slowly undressing for Dave, having her tits felt, stripping her knickers off, his finger up her young bum, her pussy spread wide by the speculum, his cock driving into her as mine now was.

 

I collapsed on top of her as the last of my spurts hit her insides. She shuddered again, and then buried her face in my shoulder, sobbing and gasping for breath.

 

I rolled off her and lay on my back thinking of how the day had gone. I glanced at the bedside clock – ten thirty-five. No need for the fun to end just yet!  I turned to face Helen and put her under.

 

“Helen, when I wake you, you will think you dreamed about being examined in Doctor Ritchie's surgery this afternoon. You think that you fantasised the entire incident, and you will want to tell me all about it. You will want to tell me exactly how you felt, including how embarrassed you felt, and how turned on you became. Is that clear?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“While you are telling me about it, you will want to play with yourself and you will become aroused again. You will try to touch yourself without me knowing. You will keep on talking to me, no matter how aroused you become. You won't be able to stop playing with yourself, no matter what happens. You will have to keep playing with your pussy, but you wont be able to climax until you hear me say the words ‘are you alright, Helen?'. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I brought her round. She lay there for a few moments.

 

“Steve?”

 

“Yes?” I said sleepily.

 

“Do you think about sexy things much?”

 

“Sometimes. Why do you ask?”

 

She paused for a moment, clearly embarrassed about what she was about to say.

 

“Today, when I was sorting through the papers at the Surgery, I started to think about sexy things.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“I imagined having to go to the doctors for an examination.”

 

“Tell me all about it.”

 

“Well, I went in, you stayed outside, and I sat down while he told me how he was going to examine me. I felt all tingly inside at the thought of having to undress in front of him. Then I had to take my T-shirt and jeans off. I was standing there in just my bra and pants. Oh God! I felt so embarrassed.”

 

She started to squirm around in bed as she related her ‘fantasy'.  “I stood there for ages while he asked me a load of questions. I didn't know which bit to cover. Whenever I covered my boobs with my arms, I felt he was looking at my knickers, and whenever I covered those, I felt like he was looking at my chest. Then I had to take my bra off completely, and he was starting at my boobs, I mean really staring at them, for like ages.”

 

There was movement beneath the covers, her hands were slowly moving down to her hot snatch. I felt her legs move, spread apart, to let her fingers get to work.  She moaned slightly as her fingers started to stroke her pussy, then she went on, “He started to examine my boobs. He was feeling them for ages. He said I'd got a nice pair.”

 

Her breathing had quickened noticeably now, and she was speaking rapidly.

“Then he started to pinch and twist my nipples. Oh that hurt! He did that for a few minutes and they were sore when her finished. Then he sucked them, each of them!”

 

“But a doctor wouldn't do that!” I said, seriously.

 

“Yes, I know, but that was what I imagined. I was standing there in just my knickers, while he sucked my boobs. Oh and it was soooo nice, Steve. I just stood there while he did it, and I felt so ashamed, but so sexy at the same time. Then I had to take my knickers off. He made me stand right in front of him and then I had to take them off. He could see everything, Steve, I was totally naked. I had to stand there with my feet apart and my hands on my head. Then he put his hands between my legs and started to feel my, er, my, my front bottom.”

 

“Call it your pussy.”

 

Another sigh as she continued to play beneath the covers.

 

“Yes, my pussy.” She breathed heavily. “Then I had to get onto a small bed and lie there with my legs apart while he looked at my, my…, my pussy. He put his face right between my legs. He was ever so close to me. Then he started to touch it. He pulled it open, and then put a finger into me. It felt really sexy and I started to like it. It was like when you touch me, Steve. And then he started stroking my button! Oh Steve! I couldn't help myself, it just felt so lovely. He knew I was loving it, because he said lots of women like it too, but it was really embarrassing. And then he made me touch myself.”

 

“Did he really?”

 

“Mmmmm! He made me open my legs ever so wide, and spread my, my pussy with one hand, while I played with my button with the other.”

 

“Is that what you're doing now?”

 

She gasped in shock. I felt her whole body stiffen.

 

“I said ‘is that what you're doing now?'”

 

“Yes.” She said though a half-sob.

 

“Let me see.” I said and started to peel back the covers.

 

“No!” She squealed, grabbing the bed covers as she did so.

 

“Come on, I want to see what you're doing.”

 

“No, please Steve, don't make me. I'd be too ashamed, please Steve.”

 

“You want to tell me all about your sordid little fantasy, don't you?”

 

She started to cry, “Yes, but I didn't think you'd be so unfair to me.”

 

“Well tough. You started this, and now you're going to finish it. You're going to tell me the whole dirty little story, and I'm going to listen, and watch while you play with your pussy just like you did for the doctor. OK?”

 

She choked back another sob, and let go of the covers. I threw them aside, then reached and switched on the bedside lamp. She flinched and groaned as her naked body was exposed.

 

“Get on with it then.” I barked at her.

 

He fingers snaked their way down to her little snatch, she slowly and reluctantly opened her thighs. He pussy lips were slightly swollen, and were slick with her juices.

 

“Show me how you imagined yourself in the doctor's room.”

 

She spread her legs wide, pulled her lips apart with the fingers of her left hand and then started to play with her clit with her right. Occasionally she would dip one finger into her cunt, smearing the juices over her clit.

 

“What happened next?”

 

“He made me do this for ages. I asked him if I could stop, but he wouldn't let me.” She sniffed, miserably. “I didn't think I could hold out much longer, and I didn't want to shame myself in front of him. Just when I was about to get there, he told me to stop. I got down from the bed, and he made me bend over it, so that my bum was up in the air. I felt so ashamed Steve.”

 

“But you were turned on too, weren't you?”

 

He fingers moved more quickly over her clit, and she pushed two fingers up into her cunt. “Mmmm, yes.”

 

“Tell me what happened next.”

 

“He put some ointment or something on my bum, then he pushed his finger into it.”

 

“Into what?”

 

“Into my bottom. He pushed a finger right up inside me. Oh! It hurt so much.”

 

“Have you ever put one of your own fingers up your bottom?”

 

“No!, never!”

 

“Try it now.”

 

She groaned, and then put one finger against her puckered little hole. She hesitated.

 

“Go on, push it right inside, see how it feels.”

 

She pushed the finger into her anus, her face contorted with discomfort and shame.

 

“How does that feel?”

 

“It hurts. I don't like it.”

 

“The doctor did that to you, in your fantasy?”

 

“Yes.” She sobbed. “He kept it in there for ages. Then he kept asking me questions about how often I went to the toilet, and whether I have the runs and stuff. And he started to rub my button while he did it, and I didn't know what to feel because that was nice, but the finger in my bottom wasn't. Finally, he took his finger out and I started to get up off the bed, but he told me to stay put. Then he came over to me with a big metal thing. I knew what he was going to do with it and I was scared.”

 

“What was he going to do with it?”

 

“He was going to put it into my pussy. I was dreading it, but he made me stick my bottom up in the air. He called it my ‘pretty little bum', and he made me stand on tip-toe and spread my legs so that he could have a good look at me.”

 

She was gasping for breath now, her fingers pushing deeper and deeper into her cunt as she relived her ordeal for my pleasure.

 

“He put it into me and then I felt myself being stretched. It was a horrible feeling, and I knew he could see right inside me. And he was asking me questions about my periods, and whether I had a boyfriend or not. I felt so awful, so ashamed. Then he took the thing out of me, and I thought it was over but he held me down and then he opened his trousers. I screamed, and I called for you, but you didn't hear. He smacked my bottom hard and made me stay there while he had sex with me. He kept playing with my button while he did it, then he grabbed my boobs and was really rough with them. And then I felt him shooting into me, and I knew it was over.”

 

Her fingers had become a blur. I savoured the scene for a moment, as she relived her rape and humiliation, before saying quietly “Are you alright, Helen?”

 

She gasped and clamped her legs together on her hand. She wailed and bucked her hips, rolling onto her side as a powerful orgasm tore through her young body. She shuddered as each wave of pleasure broke over her, and then her entire body relaxed and she slumped into the bed, gasping and whimpering.  When she had recovered she lay next to me on the bed, her arms about my waist, hugging me desperately.

 

“Steve?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Why did you make me do that?”

 

“Do what?”

 

“Play with myself in front of you?”

 

“Because I like to watch that sort of thing.”

 

“Really? Does it turn you on?”

 

“You bet!”

 

She hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Does Mum let you watch her?”

 

“No. Not yet anyway.”

 

“You mean, I'm the only one who does that for you?” She sounded excited.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Excellent! Do you want me to do it again for you? I will if you want me to Steve. I'll do anything for you, I promise I will. Shall I do it again?”

 

“Not tonight, but I would definitely want to watch you do that again, and soon. But for now, there is one thing you can do for me.”

 

She looked at me expectantly. She really did love to please me! I glanced down at my half-erect cock, looked back at her and smiled. She got the message immediately, sliding down the bed and taking my glans into her soft mouth. In no time at all I was in ecstasy as she sucked me to another climax, shooting into her mouth and watching her swallow eagerly.