The room was filled with a hazy gray mist. The mist obscured the sterile white objects in the room, and the young man in white who stood over her reclining form seemed to be emerging from the mists of a dream. She tried to focus her attention on his face, for there, she reasoned, might be a clue to her own poignantly lost identity. If she recognized this man, that recognition might release the rest of her memory, and recall for her the images of her forgotten past.
"How do you feel, miss?" he asked. His tone was warm, almost personal, and yet there was something very professional about him. His brown eyes were serious and unblinking. She thought he looked like an owl staring down from his tree branch. This made her laugh. She had never seen him before.
"The drug hasn't worn off completely," another voice. The voice of a middle-aged woman performing a very routine task.
"She's still under," the man spoke softly, "but not so deep that she can't see and hear us. She is conscious enough for what we must do."
They lifted her from her resting place and carried her from that room into another, equally sterile and white, which was also filled with the cool metal and porcelain objects. She glimpsed at a tray of metallic instruments in a shallow dish as they lowered her onto a narrow cot. The mattress was covered with clean fresh linen. They left her on the top cover and stepped back to observe her limp form.
"Yes, you're right," the woman said. "She is conscious."
The man leaned over and spoke into the girl's ear. "Can you speak?"
It was useless, but she made an attempt, as much to convince them of the futility as for any other reason. She saw and heard them as if they were paper cutouts moving now against a smoky gray panel, now a snow-white vastness. She managed to utter a tiny, feeble croak.
"Good!" the woman barked.
"Yes, very good, indeed," the man, whom she had decided was a doctor, chuckled as he turned to a container of instruments. She couldn't see exactly which choice he made, but the instrument he withdrew was not a pair of scissors or a swab. He handed the shiny object to the lady, who had drawn a bedpan of hot water.
"Shave her," the doctor said.
She tried to lift herself on one elbow, to protest, but she could not move. She could not speak. She closed her eyes and began to weep as the lady touched her thighs and gently parted her legs. No tears wet her cheeks. She felt as if she had been lost in a frightening dream where no outcry no struggle and no escape is permitted. When the icy razor touched her, she became rigid. It was difficult to breathe. The nurse pulled the gleaming blade gently and evenly through the thick coils of hair, until finally the job was finished. Then she moved alongside the girl and began to shave her armpits. The clumps of dark pungent hair under the arms took only a few seconds to shave. Then, without a word, the nurse went to a basin and began washing the razor.
"Can you speak?" the doctor called to her, his voice droning like the voice of a man standing in a deep cavern. He moved toward her through curlicues of mist, emerging at the side of the cot naked and pale as a ghost. She could not move.
"All right, nurse! If you will be so kind as to hold the subject's arms, I will proceed."
The nurse moved briskly to the head of the cot and held the girl's arms down. Her large bust dangled above the girl's face like a heavy cloud formation.
The doctor mounted her.
She felt his coarse skin against her and his warm breath quickening against her neck. He did something with his hand, and she was consumed by a sudden, searing pain. She clenched her fists and cried out, but it was no use. Now they weren't interested in whether or not she could speak. The nurse said something unintelligible. She felt wet. She wanted to sleep, to get away from them, to drift away into a world of peace and quiet where she could collect her thoughts and try to remember all the forgotten facts about herself. She felt that she would be able to remember her name if only she had time. It was on the tip of her tongue. If the pain would vanish for a moment, she could close her eyes and disappear. Into the softness. Into her dream. As darkness fell over her, she realized that she had already learned something about herself. She learned, in the doctor's cool hands, that she had been a virgin.
She awoke in a small but well-furnished room, lying on a soft bed, softer than any other bed she had ever slept on. The mist was gone. She lay on her back, feeling her damp skin against the cool, starched sheets, staring at the ceiling and trying to ignore the dull throb between her legs. Where another person would have drifted into the recall particular to waking, she only lay quite still and observed the interior of the room. The floor was covered with a rich oriental carpet. The walls were papered with literally hundreds of photographs of various sizes, and each photo was a shot of couples engaged in sexual satisfaction. The door was of some dark, polished wood, and very heavy. It was closed. She thought she was going to be sick.
The door opened and the nurse came in. She was a short, thick woman with sandy short hair and a tremendous bust that moved before her like an advance guard. A few strands of loose hair had fallen from under her small cap, and as she entered, she swiped at this nuisance, speaking as if to an old and inferior associate.
"Awake are you? I'm glad to see it. You know, you were much more difficult than the doctor had imagined. You gave us a bad time. I understand that you don't know who you are, but that doesn't give you an excuse to be uncivil. We ask no more of you than you truly want to give, and all we expect is respect and obedience. Now roll over and show me your bottom!"
This torrent so overcame the girl that she immediately obeyed, turning over onto her stomach and watching from the corner of her eye as the nurse drew the covers back.
"There's nothing wrong with you, you little hussy! You're like all the rest of them! Spend half your life worrying about the value of a little piece of skin, and the other half worrying about the value of a little hole. But you're made nicely - I have to say that for you. Be still now. This won't hurt a bit."
With great expertise, the nurse inserted a vaseline-coated thermometer into the girl's anus. It was cold, and she trembled a little as the instrument penetrated.
"So damned delicate. You're all so damned delicate. There will come a time, my dear, when you will realize how much of your delicacy is physical and how much of it is purely imaginary. You'll be a different person then, let me tell you. You'll take more than a thermometer in that sweet little hole of yours, and take it without so much as batting an eyelid. But no one can tell you that now, can they? No, I suppose not. That's the sort of thing you've got to learn for yourself!"
The nurse withdrew the thermometer and took a reading, her lips pursed and her eyes lidded as if she were trying to thread a needle. Then she grunted and put the instrument away.
"What do those pictures mean?" the girl asked.
"Oh those!" the nurse didn't bother to look at them. "They don't mean anything. You can see, can't you? That's all they are, just pictures of people together."
"But why?"
"You're just full of the wrong questions, my dear," the nurse snorted. "For a young lady who can't remember her name or who she is, you are extraordinarily preoccupied with irrelevant matters. What's wrong with you, anyway?"
The girl's eyes brightened, and she turned onto her back, leaning up to look at the nurse.
"Do you know who I am? Please tell me, if you do. Have I been in an accident?"
The nurse wrote something on a chart and turned to leave the room. She stopped at the door and said over her shoulder in a contemptuous tone, "There isn't anything accidental about this, my dear."
Then she was alone.
The pain subsided and she could relax a little. She pulled the covers up to conceal her ripe breasts. If she could remember a name, a phone number, an address... but there was nothing! Nothing beside the mist, white and billowy, like clouds, but there! A man and a woman! Pale bodies, hair, eyes, vague outlines and daubs of improbable color, like a child's painting of a couple walking in the clouds.
Her mother and father?
She and her husband? Her son?
Her son and her daughter? But no, that was impossible. She was too young. She didn't know how old she was but she knew it would be along time before she became middle-aged. The nurse was old enough to be her mother. If she had one.
Suddenly she sat up and threw back the cover. Her legs were quite long and slim, and her ankles were thin and the calves nicely rounded, athletic. Her thighs, covered with peach-colored downy little hairs, were firm and blemishless.
Her sex looked strange because it was the first time she had seen it without its crown of oak-grained hair. The flesh was white as the inside of a turnip. She cautiously parted her labia until the clitoris was visible. It seemed unusually large, but then she couldn't remember seeing it before, or anyone's for that matter, and it was pink as salmon. The pain was gone entirely. She placed the soft tip of her forefinger on the pink button and began to caress it. Delicious sensations tingled into her thighs, and her stomach suddenly felt hollow, deep and empty, and she craved for it to be filled. Perhaps feeding time was near. She thought of food and realized that food was not what she desired. It had something to do with her clitoris... and the doctor!
But she hated him!
Her mind filled with contradictions, she was forced to lie down once more and close her eyes. The radiating warm glow between her legs made her drowsy.
If she hated the doctor, why did this wonderful arousal bring him to mind? And why had her clitoris seemed so strange when she could remember quite well the beautiful clump of oak-colored hair, which was now gone? Could it be that she had never bothered to examine her clitoris? Impossible, or was it?
It occurred to her that a good exercise for regaining her memory would be to call up absolutely everything which she could remember with ease, and then go on from there.
The doctor had been naked. She saw first the fleshy expanse of stomach, so near her eyes, then his chest and the meager sprinkle of curly black hairs. Had she looked at his face then? No, because he moved between her feet, and his knee came up onto the cot, then his other knee. Everything had been so dreamy. She was floating, with the nurse's breasts in her face and his knees pushing her legs apart, so far apart she could feel the tendons on either side of her sex pulling taut. Then his face against hers. He was warm. His breath had been like warm water pouring over her breasts and neck. The pain didn't come right away. First there had been the sensation of a blunt instrument pushing against her, then dampness, then his hand down there, and with one lunge he sent a shock of pain up her body, and she wanted to get away but couldn't. The pain was joined by another feeling. A wonderful, almost ecstatic rushing that swept the pain into it and carried her deeper and deeper until she broke open and felt her soul pouring out in a bright dazzling gush, as if a thousand dams had burst deep inside her being.
Before the doctor there was whiteness, antiseptic odors, and a sense of confusion. Like trying to remember the sensation of coming and going at the same time.
She struggled with her mind until it became obvious that she was getting nowhere. Then, on an urge, she leaped from her bed and went to examine the photographs on the walls.
Most of them were in color, although the persons involved were not always the same. She was mildly surprised that the frank portrayals did not cause her any embarrassment. She had to admit they were exciting, but she felt no guilt. Why was she conscious of this? Could she do nothing without the questions appearing? She shrugged her shoulders and moved along the wall, occasionally touching one of the photos with her forefinger. Then she saw someone she thought she knew. It was a picture of a young girl on her knees in the middle of a bed. Between her legs lay a middle-aged man with a full beard and a thick shock of brown hair. His hands held the outside of her legs and his mouth was buried in the grotto of the girl's sex. She had her eyes closed and her head thrown back. She looked like she was laughing.
She examined the photo carefully. Yes, she was certain that she knew this brazen girl. And the man, he too seemed familiar. Was he a friend? Was she related to this girl who permitted herself to be photographed in those circumstances?
"Well, I'm happy to see that you've awakened, miss. For a few hours I worried that I had given you too much anesthetic. But I see now that you're fine. Are you hungry?"
It was the doctor. He had slipped in without calling her attention. She turned to him, moving instinctively back until she was up against the wall. She was painfully aware of her nudity. "What do you want?" she stammered.
"Now don't be nervous, miss. I won't hurt you. I'm here to help you, you know. You haven't been well. You will make a complete recovery if you cooperate."
"What's wrong with me? Where am I? What is my name?"
The young doctor laughed and folded his arms, striking a pose of amusement and condescension. "Why don't you get back into bed, and then I'll see if I can answer some of those questions for you. All right?"
She scurried across the room and climbed into bed, careful to pull the cover up to her chin. The doctor sat on the side of the bed and looked down at her. She could not tell whether he was genuinely sympathetic or a very good actor.
"First of all," he began, "there is nothing wrong with you, really. Of course you must know how relative that sort of thing is. It isn't a matter of right or wrong, really. It's a question of environment and adjustment. So nothing is wrong with you, technically. As for where you are... you are in The International Institute for Rehabilitation."
She blinked her eyes and tried to make sense of the doctor's speech. "Rehabilitation? Why are you rehabilitating me if there is nothing wrong? Why can't I remember anything? Amnesia is an injury, isn't it? That's what is wrong with me. I can't remember anything."
"I know some people who would gladly trade with you," he laughed again. In spite of her negative feelings toward the man, she found him rather handsome, in a rough sort of way, and there could be no doubt that his physical nearness did exciting things for her.
"Tell me my name, if you know so much!" she snapped.
"What would you like it to be?"
"Are you trying to tell me you don't know what my name is?"
"That is true," he said softly... "I don't know. And you don't know either. So why don't you choose a pretty name for yourself, and then I can stop calling you miss."
"There is nothing wrong with me. Yet you keep me here in this place for rehabilitation, and I don't know my name or where I'm from. I don't even know how I got here. One of us is crazy, and it isn't me. I'm only an amnesiac, remember? I can still think, and I can think well enough to know that you aren't on the level. I'm walking out of this room, and I'm going to find some clothes and then I'm getting the hell out of here. Just try and stop me!"
She got out of bed and went directly to the door. It was locked. She leaned against it for a moment, then she turned and faced the doctor, a dark look of resignation on her delicate features.
The doctor had removed his shirt.
She saw the dark curly hairs.
Her knees grew weak.
"We don't make any mistakes," he said matter-of-factly. "And we are never in doubt as to what kind of treatment will be administered to the patient. In this case, you are the patient and I am the doctor. You are about to receive your second treatment. I like to think of it as physical therapy. You may think of it any way you like. It doesn't matter, because you'll participate in it one way or another."
He sat up and unbuckled his belt. Then he slipped out of his shoes and stepped out of his trousers. Without looking up, he removed his jockey shorts. She felt faint.
"Stay away from me!" she whispered hoarsely.
"Not a chance, miss. I'm going to cure you, or I'm going to kill you. The decision is yours." He advanced toward her a few paces and she shrank back against the door.
"How did I get here?" she cried. "You kidnapped me, didn't you? You and that fat old bitch pretending to be your nurse! I know this isn't a hospital. Stay away from me!"
"Do you want to be drugged again?" he asked. He was almost within reach of her now.
"No."
"You haven't forgotten that the door is locked?"
"No."
"Then use your head, miss. It will be far more pleasant if you don't resist. That is the first lesson, the first plateau. You must condition yourself never to resist. Never! Now get over here and get back onto the bed."
She felt dizzy. She couldn't speak. Almost like a dumb beast, she watched him take her hand and lead her to the bed. He seated her and pushed her gently onto her back. Then he knelt down on the floor, positioned her knees on either side of his shoulders, and began to kiss the soft insides of her legs. She was immobilized. With his fingers he kneaded her tender flesh, working up gradually toward her crotch, until soon his fingertips massaged the dimples on each side of her sex. He was building a slow flame inside her, and, unwilled, the memory of her first encounter with him came into her mind, a promise of what might be again. She found herself suddenly yearning to feel once more that delirious abandon and sweet pain which had been the fruit of their first coupling. Her breath quickened. The doctor's eyes were narrow and stormy. He drew himself onto the bed, quickly pulling her legs up over his shoulders and leaning over her so her knees pressed against her ears. Then he penetrated her, slowly, an inch at a time, until she felt completely filled with the heavy bludgeon of his sex. This time there was no pain. Only the tingling, then the breathless, bottomless ecstasy that came on her without warning, as she felt him shoot his hot, thick streams that seemed to scald her insides.
When he had dressed again he stood by the door preparing to leave. His face was once more professional. "The nurse will be in with a tray for you in an hour or so. After you've eaten she will escort you to the pool and help you bathe. Then it will be time for your walk around the grounds. After you have returned to your room and had your medication, I will be in before you go to sleep. I trust you will be easy on Mrs. Hatchett. She is really a gentle woman."
She lay in the soft pools of her exhaustion for some time, caught in that world of false clarity between sleep and consciousness. Many images came to her while she was in this state, but only a few were distinct. She saw again the mysterious couple walking in a park. And the doctor and Mrs. Hatchett were there, poking and examining her with their cool hands. The clearest image was that of the girl in the snapshot. She saw her again and felt that she knew her. The girl, in fact, seemed very familiar. She wondered what it would feel like to sit up like that with a man under her bottom. And how would it feel with his tongue up inside her? It might feel nice, she thought. Then she went to sleep.
Mrs. Hatchett was in a decidedly better mood when she brought the tray around. In spite of the girl's reluctance to cooperate, the hot odors were overpowering and she began to eat without the slightest hesitation. Mrs. Hatchett sat on the side of the bed silently observing, and when the girl had finished, she took the tray and left without a word. She returned, however, almost immediately. Under one pudgy arm was a heavy bath towel and a bar of plain white soap.
"Time for your wash now, dear." she said pleasantly.
"I need a bath!" the girl said. She slipped out of bed without bothering to cover herself. Mrs. Hatchett handed her the towel, clucking approval after she had wrapped it around her hips.
"Just follow me, and we'll be there in no time." she said. "I think we'll wait until you've finished your bath before showing you around the grounds. How does that sound?"
"I don't care either way," the girl said. "I just want to clean myself. I would like to talk, too, if you feel kind enough to tell me a few things."
Almost imperceptibly, a hard film formed over Mrs. Hatchett's round features. "I will certainly tell you everything I am permitted to tell," she said. "I can't do more than that. It depends on what you want to know."
They left the room and went into the hallway. It looked exactly the way a hospital corridor should, and this surprised the girl somewhat. Had they been telling her the truth after all?
Only one of the many doors leading off the corridor was open. She glanced into the room as they passed but she saw only the usual examination table, white porcelain containers and metal trays of instruments. The room had an antiseptic odor.
"I must have a name," she said to Mrs. Hatchett as they passed through a door into a large enclosed pool area. One other person was already there. A young, very attractive brunette girl swimming and splashing happily at the far end of the pool. She was unescorted.
"What a beautiful creature!" the girl exclaimed.
"Yes, that is Matilda Butterworth. She is in the last stage of her cure. Everyone remarks about how well adjusted she has become. If you like, I can introduce you."
"I'd like that," the girl said. "She seems near my own age, and it would be nice to know another patient. Someone I could trust."
Mrs. Hatchett ignored the barbed remark, and lifting her voice she called across the pool to the girl.
"Matilda? Matilda! Will you come here right away please. There is someone I would like you to meet."
Matilda turned and saw the couple standing across the pool. She jumped as high as possible in the water and waved, and she began to swim toward them.
As she drew near, the girl looked up at Mrs. Hatchett and her companion. For a moment, something passed across her dark eyes that sent an inexplainable shiver through the other's body.
"Hello!" she said, pulling herself dripping onto the cement at Mrs. Hatchett's feet.
"Matilda, this is a new girl who will be with us for some time. During recreation tomorrow I expect you to take her under your wing and fill her in on what is expected of her around here."
Both girls were nude, for Mrs. Hatchett had plucked the bath towel away. The girl saw Matilda openly gazing at her nakedness.
"You have a truly lovely body, miss." Matilda whispered. Then she turned to Mrs. Hatchett and asked, "Has her treatment begun?"
"Only from the doctor, so you can see that you have been chosen as her companion, until we decide she is ready for another."
"Will you please stop talking about me as if I weren't here?" the girl said. "And if you don't intend to tell me my name, at least let me make one up, so you both can stop calling me miss, I detest it!"
Matilda laughed aloud at this outburst, but Mrs. Hatchett's expression was unchanged. She said, "Choose a name, if you want. That's what Matilda did."
"Yes, I thought Matilda and Butterworth were two beautiful words, so I made a name of them. The sounds remind me of butterflies. Don't you think so?" she asked.
The girl was silent.
"Well, hurry up and pick a name for yourself," Mrs. Hatchett barked. "I'm also tired of you not having one. Anything would be easier than calling you miss all the time. What will your new name be?"
"I like... I like the name, Lavinia," she said.
"Oh, what a sensual name!" Matilda gasped and clasped her hands like a small child.
"Lavinia what?" Mrs. Hatchett asked.
"Just Lavinia," she said. "That's enough, since it isn't real anyway."
Mrs. Hatchett snorted. "Very well, Lavinia, but the doctor may insist on a last name, also. I will speak with him about it. Now take this towel and bar of soap and go into the shower rooms and clean yourself. You are permitted to swim for an hour with Matilda. You mustn't leave this area until the doctor or I return for you. Matilda, you are held responsible."
Matilda nodded curtly to Mrs. Hatchett, then the old nurse turned on her heel and stalked away. As soon as she disappeared through the door, Matilda grabbed Lavinia's hand and pulled her toward the shower rooms.
"Come on, Lavinia, I'll show you the showers, and we can talk. I'll even help you bathe so we will have more time in the pool."
The two girls went into the shower rooms and Lavinia picked a shower stall and turned the jets of water on. The place was as clean and antiseptic as the main building had been. She thrust her body under the spray, and Matilda stepped in behind her, pulling the curtain with what Lavinia thought was a rather dramatic gesture.
"Here, give me the soap, and I'll wash your back for you," Matilda said. "How long have you been here?"
Lavinia handed her the soap. "I don't know, really. Two or three days at most. I was drugged for a long time, and I can't remember anything. Do you know why I'm here?"
"You are here for the same reason I am here," Matilda said. "Whatever that may be. A crime of some sort I suppose. The drug they gave you is a memory dissolver. It destroys most of your past. In the beginning I couldn't remember a thing, but now I often get flashes of my past. You know, faces, places, things I did, or dreamed I did, things like that. It's better not to try too hard, because the chemical is permanent, and you will never remember even a small part of everything."
Matilda had rubbed a thick creamy lather up between her hands, and she applied this liberally to Lavinia's thin neck, and her back and shoulders.
"But we must have done something to be here!" Lavinia exclaimed.
"Why do you say that?" Matilda asked. "Why is it people are so eager to assume they're guilty, and the guilt justifies whatever may be done to them in the name of justice? You must overcome that guilt, Lavinia, because it's one thing you must do before they let you out of here."
"We're all guilty of something!" Lavinia exclaimed.
"Nonsense! Here, turn around and let me wash your breasts."
Matilda's frankness put Lavinia on edge, but she consented. Matilda's hands were very soft, and her fingers were very long and tender... almost pliant. She cupped Lavinia's breasts and began to massage them. Lavinia flushed deeply as she realized her nipples were hardening.
"Are you embarrassed?" Matilda whispered. Her voice teased.
"Well, it isn't everyday a girl washes my breasts for me," Lavinia said.
Suddenly, Matilda uttered a tiny gasp, then threw her long willowy arms around Lavinia's shoulders and their breasts came together in a crush of damp flesh. Lavinia was startled. She did not move. Matilda pressed her lips into the tiny dimple in Lavinia's neck, filling it with kisses as a chalice is filled with strong wine.
"Oh, Lavinia! You are so lovely!" Matilda said. "And we grow old so soon. We have to enjoy ourselves as much as possible, before it's too late. Let me kiss your lips!"
Lavinia instinctively pulled away from the amorous Matilda, but her back met the cold wet wall of the shower. Matilda pressed all of her body against that of the frightened girl. She kissed her on the mouth.
"Please, please -" Lavinia babbled.
Matilda answered her with a grinding movement of her pelvis. Then she began to slide down Lavinia's body, touching her, kissing her breasts, her stomach, her abdomen. Lavinia struggled but they were both slippery with soap, and she was trapped against the wall. She could not stop Matilda from kissing her in a most private, sensitive spot. Matilda's tongue sent shivers through Lavinia's body, and the besieged girl finally relented, giving in to the delicious sensations Matilda generated between her legs. Matilda was almost furious in her passion. She cupped Lavinia's buttocks and pulled her as close as possible, lapping madly now at the soft wet sex.
CHAPTER TWO
On the following day, Lavinia and Matilda were turned into a small courtyard which lay within the physical confines of the institute.
"Did you get into trouble yesterday?" Matilda asked. She was wearing a simple white frock which contrasted sharply with her shining black hair and dark eyes. Lavinia thought the effect quite stunning, but she refused to acknowledge this to Matilda.
"The doctor was displeased," she said, a small pout on her lips, "because his orders were disobeyed. We stayed in the shower too long, and we shouldn't have. Mrs. Hatchett didn't mind, or at least she didn't get as angry as I had expected. Didn't they say anything to you?"
"No. Only to tell me to make certain I showed you around this afternoon. What did the doctor do when he came in last night?"
Lavinia had hoped that Matilda would ask this, because she had many questions for which she had no answers, and being obviously more experienced, Matilda might well be able to help her.
"He did a remarkable thing," Lavinia said, "and I wanted to ask you about it, but I didn't know if I could or not."
"Don't be silly girl!" Matilda laughed. "You should know, after what happened, that you can ask me anything. I would never lie to you, Lavinia."
Lavinia sat down on a small wooden bench - one of many dotting the path which wound among the carefully landscaped grounds. Matilda sat beside her and held her hand.
"You can tell me anything, Lavinia. I swear it!"
At first the words came haltingly, but soon, inspired by Matilda's apparent receptiveness, the story bubbled out of Lavinia as if it had been a secret kept too long.
"Well, after telling me not to disobey orders again, he sat down on the bed and put his hand on my knee. I had the cover pulled up to my neck, but I felt the pressure of his hand anyway, and it must have made me blush, because he asked me if I was embarrassed, and I said no. So he moved his hand up along my leg until it rested on my... my sex, and he left it there while he talked.
"He said I was a lovely girl, and that he thought of me as one of his favorite patients. I told him, in answer to his question, that I had decided on Lavinia as my new name, and that I didn't want a last name. He said it would be all right for now, but that later, when I was cured and ready for release, I would have to choose a last name. I suppose he's right. If I get a job on the outside, I must have a last name for the payroll, and all that sort of thing. So you will have to help me choose one for myself.
"He asked me if I like you, and then he asked me what we had done together, and I told him we had only showered together."
"You should have told him all of it!" Matilda interrupted, "He would have enjoyed hearing it, I'm sure. And it wouldn't have prejudiced him against either of us. I can assure you of that."
"Very well, I'll tell him the next time he asks, if he does. After I told him about us, he slowly pulled the cover down to my ankles, and he looked at my body for a long time, without saying a word. He was breathing kind of funny. You know, like he was tired, or like a man who is excited about something very important. Then he took my breasts in his hands and massaged them for a time."
"How long?" Matilda asked.
"Oh, a few minutes."
"Until your nipples were hard?"
"Yes, and for a long time afterwards. I didn't say anything to him, because I had expected something like that. He's done it to me twice before, so I wasn't surprised. Then he asked me how I felt. I said, I feel warm and tingly all over, and that answer seemed to please him, because he smiled and said he liked me very much, and that I should be well in no time at all. Then he took his fingers and softly parted the lips of my sex. He had been a little rough with me the two times before, but last night he was very gentle. He bent over and for a second I thought he only wanted to look up into me, but he didn't stop bending over until his lips and tongue were touching me."
"The way I touched you in the shower?" Matilda asked. Her voice was a husky whisper.
"Yes, exactly like that!" Lavinia answered. "And he pulled himself onto the bed and did it for a long time. He only stopped once, and that was to tell me to hold my legs further apart, and to lift them up into the air. He did it until I came, then he kissed my breasts and asked me if I liked what he had done."
"And what did you tell him?" Matilda leaned forward eagerly to hear Lavinia's answer.
"It was a silly question," Lavinia said, "because my reactions made my feelings quite obvious. I couldn't have lied to him. I think he just wanted me to say it out loud."
"Did you like it more with him than with me?"
"I don't know, Matilda. It was nice with both of you. I just can't say which was better."
Matilda brushed her lips against Lavinia's. Her hand touched Lavinia's thigh. "Then I must do it for you again, because I want to know which of us is better - me or the doctor. You will let me do it to you again, won't you?"
At that moment someone spoke to them from the path.
"Hello, girls!"
"Oh, hello, Mr. Rimmer!" Matilda said half-heartedly.
The man was in his early forties, judging from appearance, and Lavinia thought him rather distinguished. He had fair features, blue eyes, and gray temples. He wore a neat but old-fashioned suit and carried a knobby cane over his shoulder. His eyes twinkled as he came forward and, perhaps rudely, squeezed himself between the two girls.
"And what is your name, young lady, if I may ask?"
"Lavinia."
"And tell me, what has this naughty Matilda been telling you about our wonderful home here? Has she frightened you into bad dreams yet?"
"Why no, she hasn't." Lavinia said. She could see that Matilda was slightly bored by the gentleman's presence, but she didn't want to begin her stay in the institution by alienating other patients.
"I'm surprised!" Mr. Rimmer exclaimed. "She was once the spokesman for all discontented patients - and quite a thorn in the good doctor's side - I might add. But I suppose you really have changed, haven't you, Matilda?"
"All because of the cure, Mr. Rimmer, you know that," Matilda attempted a polite chuckle. "I am told that I won't have to be here much longer, because I'm almost well. Have you received a report on your own case yet?"
"Not recently," Mr. Rimmer lowered his voice and spoke in tones of philosophical deliberation. "But in my case - my personal case I mean - it really doesn't upset me too much that I've been here for five years. Unusual as it is. You know very well how much I love this place. I don't care if I'm ever cured! If all they've told us about the outside world is true, well, that doesn't sound like such a pleasant place now, does it? I ask you!"
"To some it does," Matilda said rather wistfully.
"Oh, I'd love to hear about it!" Lavinia said.
"You will, believe me!" Matilda said. "Your classes will begin tomorrow, and the ones that aren't about physical health are concerned with how to live in the outside world. At first, the outside won't sound like a very good place to be, as Mr. Rimmer says, but later, as your cure progresses, it will sound more and more desirable. When you are completely cured, you won't be able to consider going anywhere else. It takes longer to cure some people, that's all. And that is why Mr. Rimmer has been here for five years, and still doesn't want to leave. It is taking longer to cure him than is usual. But he will be cured, eventually. Everyone is."
"Do you have any idea why you haven't been cured yet, Mr. Rimmer?"
"Well, I suppose I do," Mr. Rimmer nodded his head like a horse champing against the bit. "I seem to suffer from an obsession. A very deep-seated obsession which is difficult for the doctor to tear out."
"Difficult because you don't want it torn out!" Matilda said. It sounded like an accusation, but Mr. Rimmer was apparently unaffected, for he went on talking as if he hadn't heard Matilda at all.
"What is your obsession?" Lavinia asked.
"My, but you are a curious little dear, aren't you?" Mr. Rimmer's face brightened and he touched Lavinia's elbow with his palm. "It would be much more pleasant if I could demonstrate my obsession," he said. "The best experiences, in my opinion, always lose something when translated into speech. Yes indeed, you must permit me to show you."
"Mr. Rimmer -" Matilda tried to interrupt, but so curious and intent was Lavinia that she didn't notice the interruption, and Mr. Rimmer chose to ignore it, as he had ignored Matilda's previous remark.
"Certainly you may show me, if you want." Lavinia said.
Mr. Rimmer took Lavinia's arm and together they rose from the bench.
"Come with me, my dear, and let us go behind this large shrub for a minute or so. It isn't that my obsession is a secret from Matilda, but I prefer to demonstrate only to one person at a time. An aberration which I would be glad to see destroyed by the cure, even if I do want to retain the primary sickness. So you see, I'm not a complete maniac."
Lavinia was reluctant, but out of politeness she allowed Mr. Rimmer to take her arm and lead her behind the shrubbery. As soon as they were concealed from the pathway, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto the lawn, not roughly, but insistently, and before the expression of surprise faded from Lavinia's lovely face, the man had crawled down alongside her, pushed her garment up to her hips, forced her slim legs apart, and buried his face in the soft warmth of her sex. The sensation was not unpleasant, but it had taken place so quickly that Lavinia was quite breathless. She didn't want to offend Mr. Rimmer, since, after all, he might even be dangerous. But she hoped he would hurry so she could continue her walk with Matilda.
"Take your time, Lavinia!" Matilda's voice penetrated the shrubbery. "I'll wait for you, until the old fool's finished."
Relieved, Lavinia allowed herself to relax as much as possible. Mr. Rimmer sensed the tension leaving the girl's body and this caused him to renew his efforts. He inserted his palms under Lavinia's firm buttocks and, elevating them, neatly thrust his tongue into the sweet brown mole of her anus.
Lavinia gasped.
Lavinia was in her room with the doctor.
"And then what did Mr. Rimmer do?" he was asking.
"It's like remembering a dream," Lavinia said. "I think I may have been in shock these last few days. Is that possible?"
"I suppose it is," the doctor said. "But why do you feel that way? Have you been disoriented in some way? I ask you these questions because I am, you know, your doctor, and if you are to be cured, I must understand exactly where your mind is, at all times."
"But if I must be cured, then I am sick. Isn't that right? Why is everyone so reluctant to admit that I'm sick? I don't understand!"
The doctor folded his hands and studied them for a moment. He and Lavinia were sitting on the edge of the bed, their knees almost touching. "It's true that you must be cured, but as for being sick, that's all rattier relative, don't you think? You are being cured here inasmuch as we are preparing you for life in the outside world. At the moment you are not prepared. If I let you go, you would be mad in a matter of days. The world has changed rapidly in the last few years, and for some people the strain proved too much. You are one of those people."
"Are you saying I had a nervous breakdown, and the only way you could bring me out was by erasing my memory? Oh yes, I know about the drug! Matilda told me all about it. An extravagant method of stabilizing your patients, don't you think?"
The doctor's face became soft, as if the possible truth of Lavinia's accusation forced him to speak to her on another - more intimate - level.
"Look, Lavinia, I said we don't make mistakes here, and I was truthful when I said it. I've dealt with a number of men and women like you, and although it is an extravagant method, it is absolutely necessary. There is no other way. We have had to discover this the hard way. In the beginning we tried other ways, but none of them was successful."
Lavinia experienced a warmth that flushed her face and made her skin tingle. The doctor's seeming amiability and kindness were the first signs of humanity she had seen in the authority of the institute. She caught herself feeling grateful for this, but she refused to acknowledge the feeling. It was an artificial response to an artificial situation, and she had no desire to compromise her sense of outrage at waking up in the hospital without a name, not to mention the sexual attack on her person, and the subsequent attempts to augment the shroud of mystery that clouded everything.
"Do I have a choice, doctor?"
The doctor looked surprised. "A choice? What kind of choice do you mean?"
"I mean, can I decide I don't want treatment, and I don't want to attend classes. Can I sign myself out of here?"
"You know better than that," he sighed and stood up, beginning to unbutton his shirt. He had never looked more professional.
"I see," Lavinia said. "What are you going to do now? Proceed with the treatment?"
He had removed his shirt and trousers. He turned and faced her, his crotch on a level with her chin.
"Yes, treatment goes on, everyday, in every way possible, and you must come not to resent it, because treatment alone will get you out of this place."
The doctor turned and went to the door, and without opening it he called out, "You can come in now."
Lavinia was amazed to see the door open and Matilda enter. She was clothed in a bedsheet which she removed immediately. She tossed the sheet on the bed and bent over and kissed Lavinia's startled mouth.
"Hello, darling," she whispered.
"Matilda! What are you?... "
"Matilda has been assigned to you as your companion. Mrs. Hatchett informed you of that, didn't she?"
"Yes, but -" Lavinia stammered.
"But what? Is there something about the arrangement that you don't understand?"
Lavinia looked at the beautiful Matilda and wondered exactly what role she played in the cure intended for the doctor's new patient.
"I thought you were my companion because, because you wanted to be."
"Oh, you poor dear!" Matilda seated herself beside Lavinia and caressed her hair. "That is part of your sickness, Lavinia. You must destroy every shred of selfishness in your personality. Our bodies are instruments, don't you see?"
"Do you mean you could have done those things with anyone they assigned to you?"
"Absolutely!" the doctor said. "Matilda has been very helpful to us. She has worked as companion to two others before you. Both the girls are now living and functioning perfectly in the outside world. Someday Matilda too will be released. She has a special problem, but we've been making progress. It's getting late, so shall we get on with the treatment, Matilda?"
Lavinia cowered on the bed. It wasn't the fear of what they were going to do that terrified her. It was the realization that Matilda was, after all, not truly her companion. She, too, worked for them. She felt a great loss. It was a desperate feeling. She had lost the thing which was most important. A friend she could have shared confidences with. Now, there was no one.
"One of the lessons you must learn while you are with us, Lavinia," the doctor said softly, "is that it is wrong to care more for one person than another. Any healthy body offers the ultimate pleasure. There is no logical reason for preference." The doctor took Lavinia's trembling arms and forced her onto her back. He sat beside her and leaned one arm on her breasts while, with his free hand, he pulled her right leg away from the left. Matilda hopped onto the bed and, drawing her knees up between Lavinia's spread thighs, bent forward and kissed her on the shaven mound of her sex.
"Try to forget the person down there," the doctor whispered. "It is just you, and this pleasure comes from a place inside of you. There is nothing wrong or abnormal about it. You must understand this."
Matilda pressed her lips against Lavinia as if she were kissing a flower, taking the soft petals into her mouth and caressing them with her tongue. Somewhere in Lavinia's mind, a small fire began to burn. She was unaware of when they changed places, but suddenly, Matilda was pressing down on her crushing her with the soft, sweet-smelling breasts, holding her arms while the doctor licked hungrily at her arched thighs. His tongue was a frenzied thing as it drenched her sex, the dimples on each side, her bottom, the firmness of her tensed thighs. She was exploding, but the explosion was Matilda's not his, and it was wrong that he was the one who clutched her and lapped up her delirium.
There were three teachers in the institute. Two men and one woman. The woman was Mrs. Hatchett, surprisingly enough. In her class they were taught how to keep their bodies clean, how to douche, and how to master the use of every conceivable birth control apparatus. They came to class wearing their simple shifts and removed them as soon as the last patient was inside. When the bell rang for the next class, they dressed and went down the hall to the next room.
Of the two men, Lavinia thought Mr. Pritchard was the nicest. She liked him because he, too, was a patient, and one could feel a kind of sympathy generated by the little man's movements and the way he spoke. He blushed constantly. He taught them every known method of fornication, including all the positions and all the various fantasies that went with these positions. He instructed them by using a large screen upon which photographs of the separate positions were shown. Homosexuality and various neurotic pastimes were not excluded.
The third teacher she liked less than Pritchard, but more than Mrs. Hatchett, who was often foul-mouthed. Mr. Burgess was a tall, broad-shouldered man who looked more like an insurance company executive than a teacher. He taught them the advanced methods of artificial stimulation and how to use their mouths for the satisfaction of their partners. Occasionally, he called a girl up from the group of patients to demonstrate the particulars. And occasionally he called a man.
For the first week of classes, Lavinia went trembling to Burgess's room. She knew it was only a matter of time until he called her name, to demonstrate the particulars, he would say.
Halfway through the class on sucking he turned, almost casually and said, "Come up here for a moment, won't you Miss Lavinia? We shall have a demonstration of the finer points on this one. To demonstrate the particulars."
She saw him smile as he noticed the hardening of her nipples. She could hardly breathe. But to have concealed her breasts with her hands would have been a kind of submission, and with great willpower she fought off the nearly overwhelming urge. When she stood before the class at Mr. Burgess's side, her whole body was glowing. He unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and stepped out of them. Then, without looking at her, he first slapped her playfully on the buttocks, and he cupped her right breast in his hand and gently squeezed, worrying the hard little nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Tears were in her eyes.
"This will be a quick demonstration," he said, "for we have a lot of ground to cover today. Miss Lavinia, if you will please get onto your knees - there is a pad here for that purpose - and follow my instructions."
Numb, Lavinia knelt down before Mr. Burgess's rather infamous organ, her back to the class.
"No, Lavinia, turn sideways please. The members of the class must be able to observe your face and my penis. That is the purpose of this demonstration. Don't be shy now."
Someone snickered.
Lavinia turned by walking a few tiny steps on her knees. One knee was off the pad but she did not dare to move. It was very uncomfortable.
"Now, Miss Lavinia, as I lecture on sucking, you will physically enact my descriptions. Do you understand? I said, do you understand?"
"Y... Yes!" Lavinia whispered.
"Very good! Now, in executing the first step of the act, you take, without using your hands, the right half of the penis head in your mouth, gently, Miss Lavinia, seeing that your lips cover exactly the half, without touching it with your teeth, and then, using your tongue as a friction, you begin to suck. Slowly, Lavinia, with rhythm! That, ladies and gentlemen, is the important key. Rhythm! That's very good, Lavinia. We will go into the next step now, which is, to repeat the act, gently, and with rhythm, on the other half, that's right, of the penis head. Gently, Miss Lavinia. You're doing fine now. Yes, very good on the rhythm, dear. Now before it's too late, the next step, please, which is actually sucking the whole appendage, and this is done by, as you know, taking as much of the entire organ as possible into the mouth, moving the head sensually, up and down. No teeth. Rhythmically, down, up, down, up, yes, yes, ahhh, that does it, Miss Lavinia, that was fine. Fine. You may return to your desk now. And thank you."
She wanted to faint.
Without waiting for the class to terminate, she ran to the closet, put her dress on and, not bothering to take her notebook, ran out of the class and back to her room. She did not go to the cafeteria for dinner that night.
There was one snapshot on her wall to which her attention invariably wandered. It was the shot depicting a man lying on his back in bed and a young girl squatting on his face. Her buttocks looked quite tense, she thought. She could see the girl's profile. She thought the girl was sort of pretty, but the man's face could not be seen. The only distinguishing characteristic of his to appear in the photograph was his erection. It was gargantuan! She guess it to be almost eight inches long and very, very thick indeed. The woman's arm was at her back, and her hand held the shaft on the enormous dark penis, her fingers small and white against it. With her left hand she groped her breast. Her eyes were closed, and her head was thrown back, her lips parted as if she might be moaning. The whole snapshot aroused a strange feeling in Lavinia, as if she had seen it before, prior to that first day.
Other figures in the snapshots also looked familiar, but she could identify no one. Some of the positions excited her, and others didn't. For instance, the one of the two boys left her cold. She did not have a negative response when looking at it, but it did nothing for her emotionally.
Much to her surprise, no one came that evening to ask about her bad conduct in Mr. Burgess's class. Nor did she receive the regular visit from the doctor and Matilda. She went to sleep puzzled - and vaguely hostile.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning Mrs. Hatchett was in the room when Lavinia awoke. She seemed to be dusting and tidying up, but Lavinia thought for a moment that there was an aura of furtiveness about the woman. She decided, however, that this was ridiculous, for it was Lavinia who was the patient, or prisoner, and Mrs. Hatchett was in a superior enough position to do anything she wanted - commit any violation of privacy - without having to hide or feel guilty for it.
"Is the doctor angry with me?" Lavinia asked upon dressing.
"No," Mrs. Hatchett said. "Why do you ask?"
"Well I'm very upset and I'm not only upset with the doctor, I'm upset with that girl you assigned to me, that Matilda! She helped your fine doctor rape me in here the other night. That's the kind of place you're running here. I think there is something very strange about this place, and when I get my memory back, I'll know what it is, and I will know what it is that you people are up to."
"Do you hate the doctor?" Mrs. Hatchett inquired.
"I don't hate him. I just think he's a cruel, insensitive man, that's all. And as far as Matilda, she is no more than a silly little bitch who will go along with the doctor regardless of what abomination he commits."
"Well, if that's the way you feel," Mrs. Hatchett said amiably, "Perhaps we can get you another companion, or if you like, we just won't bother. It's really up to you, you know. The doctor says he thinks you are approaching the first level of your cure, and if things go all right the next few days, you will be given more privileges."
"Sure," Lavinia mocked. "And what are these new privileges? Will I be told who I am? Some privilege, eh?"
"You're a cheeky one, aren't you?" Mrs. Hatchett laughed. "I'm also instructed to tell you that you will not have to attend your regular classes anymore. It will be necessary only for you to report to Mr. Burgess's class directly each morning, and he will keep you for the day.' Lavinia paled and felt a sinking sensation at the bottom of her stomach.
"But, but, why? I mean, why Burgess? Don't I need all the others, the doctor said...
"The doctor thinks you need Mr. Burgess," Mrs. Hatchett said firmly, "and I happen to agree with him. You run along now to your class and don't be late. I think Mr. Burgess has something for you again today."
Lavinia did not miss noticing the note of triumph in Mrs. Hatchett's voice, nor did she overlook the fact that Mrs. Hatchett said "again" when referring to whatever it was Mr. Burgess had for her. So, they did know, and this was the action they were going to take. She hoped against evidence that Burgess would not again, on the very next day, subject her to more of what she had already had.
Lavinia walked out the corridor, through an exit and cut across the square of green grass that separated her wing of the building, (for she thought of it as "her" wing) and entered the building where Mr. Burgess held his classes on oral endeavor.
"Hello, Lavinia, darling."
Lavinia stopped, but did not speak. It was Matilda coming down the hall who had called to her. Her hair sparkled from a fresh shampooing, and she wore a neat blouse and white pleated skirt. She was beautiful, and Lavinia could not ignore the catching in her breast at the sight of the lovely, beaming girl.
"I'm surprised you can still pretend to be my friend," Lavinia said. "After what you helped that quack doctor do to me."
Matilda paused and her pain was visible in the moistening of her deep, dark eyes. Lavinia could see that the girl was seriously disturbed by Lavinia's rebuttal. She hadn't meant to hurt her.
"But don't you see, Lavinia," she murmured, "It's all for your own good. I want you to get well. We're all a little sick in this place. All of us! If we v| weren't, we wouldn't be here. We would be out in I the world where we belong, enjoying ourselves and! living normal lives. Please try to understand!"
At that moment the bell rang and Lavinia turned and walked into Mr. Burgess's classroom. She was glad for the opportunity to abandon the conversation. As she took her seat, however, this sense of gladness dissipated. She was positive she had heard several snickers from the other students as she took her place, and Mr. Burgess gave her a j; long, inscrutable glance as she came through the door.
"Well, Lavinia, I'm pleased to see you have returned."
Another chorus of giggles.
Lavinia pulled her skirt down and forced a smile. "Thank you," she said.
"Now, class!" Mr. Burgess rapped the blackboard with his pointer. "If you were good students yesterday and took notes, and paid proper attention, you will recall that we were involved in discussing and, primarily, in observing the various methods of oral stimulation as applied by the female to the male. Today, you will see demonstrated the same general type of lovemaking, applied by the male to the female. As you can see, for this particular demonstration, I have asked the janitors to bring in a mattress. Shall we proceed?"
Pencils poised over notebooks, eyes swiveled unanimously toward Mr. Burgess, who was, in his most dignified and scholarly manner, removing his clothes. Lavinia felt a vague uneasiness turning into a desperate need to leave the room. But she had promised herself that she would not conduct herself in Mr. Burgess's class again as she had done previously. She had a startling intuition about what was to happen next.
"Miss Lavinia, since I used you to demonstrate during the last part of this lecture, I believe I'll use you again today. After all, it's only fair. Will you please come up to the front of the room and disrobe? It will be a pleasure for all of us to see again that perfectly sound and marvelous physique of yours."
Lavinia could feel her cheeks pulsing as she rose and went to the head of the class. She unbuttoned her blouse as she walked, and as she undressed, Mr. Burgess placed her clothes in a neat pile beside his own, on the top of his desk.
"Now Lavinia, if you will please lie down on your back on this mattress, I will begin."
Lavinia stretched out, her eyes directed overhead at the ceiling.
"Now, class, this is the first position." He lay on his stomach with his shoulders between Lavinia's legs. She glanced down over the mounds of her pert breasts at him, but quickly averted her eyes when he gave her a reassuring wink.
"The male gently eases the female's legs apart with his hands, and at this point - it is optional of course - he may caress her thighs if he desires, or if she expresses a taste for it, beginning with the palm placed as high up and as close to the vagina as possible, and stroking downward toward the knee. This increases circulation and stimulates the female. Now, taking the forefinger of each hand, the male parts the soft outer lips of the labia, exposing the pink. At this point he will locate by sight the clitoris, which should be slightly swollen and agitated with expectation, just as Lavinia's is. Then he places his mouth over the vagina and, thrusting his tongue deep into the passage, strokes upward until he touches the clitoris. After a few passes, he will then concentrate on stimulation of the clitoris. When the female begins to respond by panting, or writhing, he will lift her legs, holding them apart and up, and consummate the act with vigor and lust. Observe!"
He began to stroke Lavinia's thighs, warming her, and when she felt her blood coursing through her legs, he gently parted the lips of her damp little pussy and pressed his mouth against her. She gasped and her back arched instinctively as she thrust her hips forward, grinding her cunt against Mr. Burgess's ardent mouth. His tongue cut deep swathes through her nerves. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists as he found the hard nut of her clitoris and twiddled it vigorously with his tongue. She could feel her whole body going limp. Opening up, her pussy grew wider, deeper, and her anus opened like a curious eye. Improvising, Mr. Burgess drove his finger into it and caressed the tight, sensitive passage. She could feel breath ripped from her throat. A warm electric tingle crept into her thighs, her legs, and her buttocks, issuing from the center of Mr. Burgess's attention. It was delicious. He gripped her knees and thrust her legs high into the air, parting them simultaneously so her wet cunt opened even wider, and inside her anus his finger gained another inch of territory. His tongue drove her mad. He licked the soft, palpitating vagina walls, the inner and outer labia, and he sucked down on her clitoris until she felt it would explode. Then it did! She cried out as he thrust her legs up at right angles and began to lick furiously, as if lapping the pools of come from the well of her cunt. Her orgasm was a bolt of lightning that struck her again and again at the base of her spine. She writhed and threw her hips at him, squirming deliriously, until finally she collapsed, spent and gasping for breath on the mattress.
When the class had been dismissed, Mr. Burgess told her to get up.
"Tell me, Lavinia," he said. "Was it good?"
Lavinia dropped her head. "Yes," she whispered.
"Why are you embarrassed?"
"I don't, I don't really know, Mr. Burgess. It's just that, well, somehow, I have the feeling that we shouldn't have done this before other people. Do you know what I mean?"
"I know exactly what you mean, my dear," he said, wiping the juices from his mouth with a handkerchief. "And I think that may well be why you are here with us."
"Do you mean, I'm sick, because I feel that way?"
"Well, I'm no specialist, you understand. You would have to speak to your doctor about that. But I am inclined to say this is the case. You will note a marked difference in your reaction of yesterday, and today, do you not?"
Lavinia started to dress. Mr. Burgess remained naked, seated in his swivel chair.
"I was frightened and humiliated when I was asked to make oral love with you yesterday. I don't know why."
"And today?"
"Today, too, but, not nearly so strong, and it disappeared after we'd begun."
"Well, Lavinia, what do you think this means?"
"I'm afraid I don't know, Mr. Burgess. If I'm sick, does it mean I'm getting better?"
"In a way," Mr. Burgess laughed. "But perhaps not the way you mean it. There is no doubt, you see, in anyone's mind, except your own, that you are sick. The fact that we can discuss this openly is an indication that you may not be sick for long. What I meant was this, you felt ashamed and humiliated primarily because you were asked to do something which would give pleasure only to another, not yourself. You were enlisted to aid me in achieving my orgasm, and that was that. You felt shame and remorse, not because of any inherent filthiness in the physical task, but because you were about to do that which offered you no positive reward. But today, when the shoe was on the other foot - as they say in certain uncultured circles - when it was I who did the deed for you without recompense, why then, it seemed much more palatable, easier to accept. Do you see?"
Lavinia was embarrassed. She lowered her face, her cheeks reddening. There was no way she could convince herself that the crux of Mr. Burgess's argument was not true. She felt selfish - almost stingy and insensitive. Mr. Burgess, after all, it seemed, was not so bad. In fact, she suddenly felt a nice warm feeling for him.
"How, how can I say, I'm sorry," she said. "I don't like to think I go around insulting people."
"What do you want to do about it?" Mr. Burgess asked. He was still nude and he stood now before her with his arms folded across his chest.
Lavinia felt very strange.
"I, I'd like to do... to do something for you!" she stammered.
"Yes, yes, go on, Lavinia. I know it isn't easy to be healthy, but we can try. We must try!"
"Oh Mr. Burgess, I want to suck you!" she heard herself blurt the words. Mr. Burgess smiled.
The classroom was empty.
"Please do," he said. "I have a genuine regard for you, Lavinia. I would consider it an honor, your voluntary attentions."
Caught up in her sudden admiration for Mr. Burgess, she fell to her knees on the mattress and threw her arms around his waist. His cock grew hard immediately, the soft red knob pressing against her chin. She cradled the heavy sack of his scrotum in her hands and began to lick the meaty shaft, swabbing it with short, wet licks, until it grew even harder and longer. She lifted its weight in her free hand and felt her head swoon. It was hot and throbbing. She took the end of the shaft into her mouth, so thick it was that it stretched her lips, and clutched his buttocks with her hands. He moved his prick in and out of her mouth with a slow, rhythmic regularity. She closed her eyes. His hands wound into her hair and held her head firmly. When he began to quiver, and the first premonitory tremblings seized his massive cock, she brazenly thrust her finger into his asshole a second before her mouth filled with his warm, thick come. She swallowed three or four times, pulled her head away, and coughed.
Mr. Burgess pushed her down on the mattress and in a flash he had wedged the head of his prick between the damp lips of her cunt. She instinctively threw her legs around him and squealed with delight as the entire length of his huge organ drove into her, forcing the muscled walls of her vagina apart and filling her to bursting, until she was conscious of nothing but that gargantuan member filling her like a baseball bat inside the elastic skin of a prophylactic. Fireballs burst in her crotch. Her head exploded in a smear of colored lights, and Mr. Burgess heaved himself into her, fucking with all his energy.
He supported her bottom with his left hand, supported his weight on his head on the mattress, and gripping the root of his submerged cock with his right hand, he whipped up a fine hot froth in the depths of her convulsing snatch. She raked his chest with her teeth, clawed his back, kicked him and moaned ecstatically, as he drove her relentlessly from one orgasm to another. Her body rocked with the apocalyptic detonations of her nerves. She was still shaking and speechless, while he helped her dress and shuttled her back to her room.
Matilda was waiting for her.
"Hello, Lavinia," she said softly. "I hope you don't mind my being here."
"No, I don't. In fact, I'm glad you're here," she said. "I'm not angry at you anymore, nor am I angry with the doctor. Although I still think his methods are a little crude. I think I may have just made a breakthrough in Mr. Burgess's class. I feel - well - I feel different."
"How?"
"I feel... less ashamed, less self-conscious about my body... about sex."
"That's definitely a breakthrough," Matilda said. "It may please you to know that, as crude as the doctor may seem, he anticipated this."
"This?"
"He anticipated your breakthrough. If that is what it was."
"You mean, he planned it!"
"No, Lavinia, anticipated. I swear it."
"Well I'm not going to worry about whether or not I'm being manipulated," Lavinia said cheerfully. "I feel too good to worry about anything. If I'm sick, I'll get well and leave here. If I'm not, then I'm a prisoner and there's nothing I can do about it. It isn't such a bad place to be anyway."
"You do sound improved," Matilda smiled, flashing her lovely dimples. She was wearing a very short skirt and a halter tied in a bow above her navel. "In anticipation of this change in your behavior," she went on, "The doctor has arranged for me to sleep with you tonight."
"Oh?" Lavinia looked surprised.
"You don't have to do anything, if you don't want to," Matilda said.
"Right now all I want to do is bathe."
They went to the large auditorium where the pool was situated, and Matilda watched as Lavinia swam. Mr. Rimmer waved to them from across the pool. They laughed and returned his gesture. When Lavinia finished swimming, they both went to the shower rooms and took cold, stinging showers. Afterwards they returned to Lavinia's room.
"Matilda, do you remember anything about the world outside? I mean, does the drug erase your memory of that forever?"
"I've heard other patients say that parts of the past, which have been erased by the drug, begin to come back in bits, and sooner or later - after the complete recovery perhaps -you will remember everything."
"Do you know why you're here?"
"Yes, the same reason you're here, and Mr. Rimmer, and everyone else."
"Why?"
"Because the strain of living outside was too much for us. We flipped."
"And this school of amorals we're attending is supposed to bring us back to our senses?"
"That's about it."
"But, I feel like I'm in my senses now. I don't feel crazy."
"I don't either, but I've seen two girls who escaped and came back foaming at the mouth and twitching like spastics. They had been outside for two days and nights. They thought they were in their right senses when they left, too."
"I don't even know what city we're in," Lavinia said. The two girls were lying side by side on the bed, dressed in the towels they had used to dry themselves.
"Oh, I can tell you that!" Matilda said. "We're in the middle of Los Angeles. This institute has been here for years, if we can believe Mrs. Hatchett. That's what she says, anyway."
"Los Angeles," Lavinia mused. "It doesn't mean a thing to me. I've heard the name, of course, and I know it's a big place, like London or Bombay, but it doesn't mean any more to me than those places."
"The memory eraser does a good job," Matilda said.
"Did you hear about what happened with me in Mr. Burgess's class on Oral?"
"Yes, and I know what happened this afternoon. Word gets around fast in the institute, you know. I think you may be getting out of here soon, Lavinia, it's really a good sign. From what I can gather, we're supposed to one day be able to indulge in any sort of sexual act with any person and feel absolutely no shame or guilt. No, that isn't quite right, but something like that, anyway."
"It all sounds very strange to me," Lavinia said. "The first time I had any kind of sexual experience with anyone in this place, I was appalled. The only experiences that seemed different, that seemed to mean something, were with Mr. Burgess, today, and those times with you."
Matilda smiled, showing her dimples. Her eyes were warm. She touched Lavinia's soft cheek with her fingertips and caressed her lips.
"It's very nice to hear that from you," she said. "It's true that I was assigned to you, and that I've been assigned to other patients, but I really enjoy being with you, Lavinia, and I feel that it really means something when we make love. Can I kiss you, now?"
Lavinia nodded her head affirmatively and turned onto her side to face Matilda. Matilda began to stroke Lavinia's hair and their lips met, brushingly at first and then firmly. Lavinia instinctively thrust her leg between her friend's thighs, pressing gently against her damp pussy. Matilda sighed, clamping the leg between her thighs and to rubbing herself against it, softly moaning.
Her hand found one of Lavinia's breasts and massaged the globe Until it was warm and tingling. The nipple grew hard. Lavinia reached around the girl's slim body and caressed her small, hard buttocks. The flesh trembled a little and Matilda rubbed herself even harder on Lavinia's leg.
"Oh, Matilda!" Lavinia gasped. "Is this wrong? Can this be wrong? Are we doing this because we are sick, or because we are getting well?"
"It doesn't matter now," Matilda said. "We are doing it, and it is wonderful."
Lavinia pushed herself away from the girl, turned so their heads would be at opposite ends of the bed, and, parting Matilda's white thighs, she buried her own ardent mouth against that dark-haired, dripping, nether mouth, the lips fitting together. Not to be left behind, Matilda eased Lavinia's long, silky legs apart and began to lick her creamy thighs. Then she lapped at the shaven mound of Lavinia's cunt, rubbing her tongue through the crease, until the outer labia opened and then the tender pink inner labia were exposed, the hard bud of her clitoris floating in a tiny sea of gauzy lubricant. Her forefinger found Lavinia's puckered little anus and slipped inside, to massage the muscular lining. Lavinia strove to drive her tongue as deeply as possible into Matilda's wet, quivering cunt, as if by submerging herself in that whirlpool of perspiring, perfumed and ardent flesh, she might find a key that would make obvious her purpose in the institute. A key that would show her who she was, and what she must learn in order to achieve her release. She entered into this incident with Matilda - at least as willingly as ever before - but somehow her ardor seemed to be, of its own volition, increasing heavily with each touch. Each deliciously damp swab of Matilda's tongue strove to touch the recesses of her vagina, fastening onto her palpitating clitoris, moaning, until the electric vibrations reached out through the channels of Lavinia's body like a thousand-haired nerve. A kind of luminous mist seemed to settle over the room, radiant, emanating from their naked flesh. Lavinia came first. It exploded in her loins violently - a series of detonations that surged through her entire being, until she was bodiless and swept sunward on waves of energy. She bucked and moaned and gnashed her teeth under Matilda's insistent licks. The hot thrusts of her tongue shot into Lavinia's come-spewing hole. Lavinia, throughout the orgasm, was careful not to lose contact with Matilda's own damp, furry little pussy. The musky thighs clamped her head, and when Lavinia had squirted herself dry she rolled over, forcing Matilda onto her back. Matilda's face was pale, her eyes enlarged and the whites showing. Her mouth hung open in a kind of shock as Lavinia grasped her ankles and thrust them up high, to spread her legs and elevate the thighs away from the luscious cunt that literally yawned open now. It was pink and glistening, and Lavinia lapped and drooled over it like a ravening dog. She licked as deeply into it as she could pushing her lips between the cunt lips, sucking, blowing, pausing only occasionally sinking her teeth into the firm flesh of Matilda's buttocks. Her tongue found Matilda's anus also, sinking there, lapping it, then back to the pussy, as Matilda wound her hands violently into Lavinia's hair and began to shriek. Twitching, her stomach visibly convulsing, her legs held of her own accord now straight out pointed to the ceiling, she writhed and flopped on the bed, babbling Lavinia's name over and over, coming in long, hot, steaming spurts that shuddered her flesh and left her near unconsciousness. As she lay gasping for air and recuperation, Lavinia pulled herself over the exhausted Matilda, thigh to thigh, and began to nibble and nuzzle her taut breasts, taking first one globe into her mouth, then the other, biting gently on the nipples until Matilda moaned and twitched uncontrollably. Her own pelvis moved rhythmically in the slow motions of luxurious intercourse, until Matilda's long, willowy legs went around her waist and she began to hump wildly. Her teeth raking Lavinia's delicate neck and breasts now, Lavinia strained against her, fucking, until simultaneously they were seized by another orgasm that left them drained, spent, and unconscious.
The next morning, when Lavinia awoke, Matilda was gone, and the doctor sat beside her on the bed.
"Good morning, Lavinia," he said cheerfully.
"Good morning, doctor." Strangely enough, Lavinia felt almost none of her old animosity toward the doctor. He even looked physically different to her. His face, which before she had seen as completely professional, touched perhaps with a dark light of cruelty, now seemed to her to be gentle and almost commonplace.
"It is nice to see that you're getting better," he said. "I had a wonderful report from Mr. Burgess, and he thinks it won't be long now before you can have a pass."
A pass?" she asked curiously. "Yes, I neglected to tell you during your initial briefing that some patients are given passes toward the end of their treatment, and these passes allow them to go outside, into the city, often for as long as forty-eight hours. Of course, it will be a time yet before you are given one of these passes, but I think it won't be too long. How do you feel?"
Lavinia, quite unselfconsciously, sat up on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap.
"I feel good, doctor, but I'm still very confused. I think often about who I am, where I came from, and I try to remember what it was like on the outside, but I can't remember a thing. It's as if I was born here."
"In a way, you were, because your memory was temporarily erased, to aid in your cure. You can only trouble yourself attempting to recall the past because, for you, it doesn't exist, and won't until I've given you the antidote for the memory eraser. You shouldn't trouble yourself about it. It will come, in time - all of it."
"What's it like on the outside? Do you go there often?"
"I live here in the institute, but occasionally my business draws me outside. And of course I keep up with the news and scientific advances through television and periodicals. I go to lectures when I can."
"Does Matilda have pass privileges?"
"No, she doesn't. Matilda is a strange case, she may never be completely cured. I do think, however, that she will be able to go back outside soon - as soon as she learns to control the part of her mind that has so far resisted treatment."
"I don't understand!"
"What I try to do here with all the patients is reeducate them until they've gained a firm grasp on their real desires, and can stop conducting themselves as certain social conventions require. It's a matter of learning to separate your genuine desires and emotions from the desires that spring from cultural influence. The world is full of people who never, never know themselves, because all their thoughts and desires which are contradictory to the demands of culture are repressed, pushed back down, in order for the person to fit into the patterns that society demands. I attempt to teach my patients to be completely spontaneous, primarily as far as sex is concerned. It isn't as easy as it sounds. Let me show you."
The doctor eased himself next to Lavinia and placed his hand on the soft inner thigh of her leg. His hand was warm.
"What do you feel now?" he asked. "Be honest."
"I feel... I feel partially excited, partially suspicious."
"And what are you suspicious of?"
"I don't know if you really want to touch me, because I'm a woman, or because it's part of a scientific procedure you're using."
"What if I said for both reasons?"
"I don't know."
"Please lie down, Lavinia. Will you?" he said softly. "You have a choice, but I want you to do it."
Lavinia reclined on the bed.
The doctor moved his hand and let it rest on her cunt. His fingers caressed the mound of her sex, growing back now since the shaving, and he parted her lips.
She closed her eyes. She heard him slide from the bed and onto his knees. His hands gripped her ankles and pushed them up until the soles her feet rested on his shoulders. His palms pressed against her thighs, holding the mouth of her cunt open in a curious smile. His tongue touched her ankle, traced a wet line up her calf to her thigh. His lips pressed against her and he sucked until blood rose to the surface of her skin. Then, higher up, he made another love bruise, and a third in the dimple next to her salivating pussy. His mouth settled on her cunt, covering it entirely, his tongue pushing the lips wider, first the outer and then the inner lips. Slipping deep between the muscles of her vaginal wall, he created a slight suction which she could feel pulling up behind her navel. The froth formed on his chin. He extended his arms and held her legs straight up now. Her bottom and all the soft parts were bared to his taste. He tickled her asshole with his tongue, entered and withdrew almost immediately, and entered again, caught there for a moment by constriction of her sphincter. He drove it into her cunt and lapped her into a froth, chewing her thighs until she moaned and gasped. Suddenly he stopped.
"Do you want me to finish, Lavinia?"
Her eyes were glassy. "Yes!" she hissed.
"No."
She sat up suddenly and grabbed for him, but he pulled back. Then he stood up and unzipped his fly, allowing his thick, soft cock to fall out, advancing again. "It has to work both ways, Lavinia," he said. "Both parties have to be genuinely aroused. Both parties have to want satisfaction."
Lavinia lunged forward, threw her arms around the doctor's waist and pulled him close, hungrily sucking his limp dick into her mouth. She rubbed it in a swift circular motion with her tongue until it began to swell. Her hands worked frantically to lower the man's pants and underwear, and finally her finger plunged into his anus, past the second joint. He trembled and thrust his hips forward, his cock full now, pounding with blood, the grainy, swollen glans like a giant strawberry which she strove to suck the juice from. She slid her head down to take as much of the delicious cock into her mouth as possible. Her lips brushed his tightly coiled pubic hairs. He reached down between her legs and found the hard knot of her clitoris and rubbed it until a warm simmering flame shot up through her body. She became nearly hysterical, her loins foaming with come. He groaned and erupted into her mouth great steaming, pasty globs of come which she swallowed as if relishing a heady wine.
When they had rested, the doctor took Lavinia to the bathing room and they bathed. He asked her if she would like to see a part of the institution which most patients were forbidden to see.
"Why are you offering me the opportunity?" she asked.
"Because I think you are making great improvement," he said. "And I believe you may be closer to health than I had imagined. It could be important for you now to have your perspective widened a little -to give you a better idea of where you are."
Having dressed again, they walked out of the wing and across one of the green courtyards. They were heading toward a separate unit which Lavinia had seen before. The building's windows were very high from the ground, and there was only one door leading in and out. A white-jacketed attendant stood before the door. He inclined his head to the doctor and admitted them.
The inside of the building was gray and green tile and concrete. There was a long hallway illuminated with fluorescent lights which filled the building with a low, almost malevolent hum. On each side of the hall were green steel doors with barred and screened windows. The doors were numbered, and on a small plate on the face of each door were several names, along with a list of medical terms which meant nothing to the girl.
"Go on and look inside one of the rooms," the doctor said.
Lavinia was seized by a nameless fear. She would rather not look inside, because she was afraid of what she already knew to be there. But the doctor put his hand insistently against her back and nudged her forward. It was possible to see inside only by pressing her eye next to the screen and peering between the closely spaced bars.
In the first room, a man and a woman lay on the floor, both in late middle age, both naked. He lay on his back and she lay on top of him. His mouth was buried in the cleft between her legs, his straining cock caught between her lips. Their bodies trembled violently. The padded walls and floor of the cell were covered with excrement and vomit. Lavinia was horror-struck.
"They've been like that for almost a year," the doctor said. "We've given them insulin and electric shock several times, and for a day or two afterwards, they sit quietly staring at each other. Then they go to it again. Orgasm is never reached. They don't talk. Sometimes they are willing to pause to eat, but generally they have to be pried apart and fed intravenously."
Lavinia was pale. She backed away from the vile scene and, allowing the doctor to take her hand, proceeded to the next window.
It was Mr. Rimmer.
Mr. Rimmer stood in a corner of his cell, bent forward at the waist, holding his legs apart and striving valiantly to touch his anus with his tongue. Sweat glistened on his forehead. He groaned in miserable frustration.
"He's had to come here three times now. He gets better and he gets worse. Go on and look at the next one." In the next cell three women were kept. They were all nearly Lavinia's age. One stood while the two others knelt before her, taking turns licking her cunt. They giggled hysterically. As soon as one placed her ardent mouth against the foaming cunt, another would grab her hair and pull her away, taking her place only to be pulled away in turn.
"They aren't doing this because they want to," the doctor said. "It's because they're afraid not to. They don't know what else they can do. They're all very sick, Lavinia, in spite of what the Freedom League may say, and in spite of all the efforts certain groups expend trying to set them free and have me kicked out of the medical association."
"Will they ever be cured?" Lavinia asked.
"Perhaps, some of them. Others will never be cured."
"How terrible."
"Yes, it's terrible, but there are even more terrible ways to live. Would you believe me, Lavinia, if I told you that most of the people in this institution - not these, but others like you and Matilda - are saner than the majority of people who are outside and free?"
"I... I don't think I understand," Lavinia said.
"The culture has changed rapidly in the past ten years, Lavinia. The change was radical, and most people were affected seriously by it. Most adjusted, but unfortunately, the cost of adjustment was sanity. Those who couldn't adjust, or who were too sane to adjust, cracked, and many of them are here under my care."
That night, lying in bed with a book, Lavinia heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
It was Matilda. She seemed drawn, weary.
"Matilda, what's wrong? You look terrible."
Matilda came and sat on the bed beside the alarmed Lavinia.
"I'm so upset," she said. Tears glistened in her eyes. "I'm so sick of this place. I want to leave, Lavinia. I've been here a long time, and the doctor keeps telling me I'm getting well, and that I'll be able to leave soon, but the time drags on and on, and I get older, and the world is passing me by out there. I don't know what to do!"
Lavinia put her arm around Matilda's quaking shoulders and said, "The doctor said a very strange thing to me today, and I've been thinking about it. It doesn't make sense."
"Nothing makes sense anymore," Matilda wept.
"He said we're all saner than the people on the outside. Do you remember what it's like on the outside?"
"No, I don't, but if I could find out where he keeps that antidote serum I'd take it and find out. I want to know. I don't care how crazy it makes me. I want to go outside again."
"I want to know what it's like out there, too," Lavinia said, "and it seems to me that if we are sane, as the doctor says, there's no reason why we couldn't go outside and see for ourselves what it's like."
Matilda stopped sobbing and stared moistly at Lavinia.
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I said. We could sneak around the buildings until we find the antidote, and then we could escape."
"Escape!" Matilda's eyes widened.
"Yes, we could sneak out of here if we were careful. He trusts us, doesn't he? There must be a way."
"What a fantastic idea!" Matilda giggled.
"The worst that could happen is that we might be brought back here, and since this is the only place any of us can remember, what difference does it make?"
"But we don't know what's out there."
"We'll find out," Lavinia said. "I want to know. If I don't like it, I'll come back."
"Do you really think we can do it?"
"We could try."
CHAPTER FOUR
During the next day Lavinia and Matilda walked through as much of the institute as they were allowed, and found nothing that resembled a likely storage place for the antidote. They tried speaking casually about the drug to several attendants, but no one was cooperative. At the end of the day they were very depressed.
"I'm going anyway," Matilda said while they were in the shower.
"It's a big risk, Matilda. I want to go, too, but I don't know. Without memory of our previous lives out there, we can't have any idea what to expect. But if you really think you want to do it, I'll go with you!" Lavinia decided finally.
"Oh Lavinia, I love you!" Matilda laughed and threw her arms around Lavinia's shoulders.
Actually, it was easy.
Matilda sneaked into Lavinia's room in the middle of the night and together they went down the corridor, on tiptoe, and out into the green yard. The moon was high and its light bathed the wall and the trees beyond. They could see the spires of high buildings in the distance, and hear the mumble of cars. It took them a few minutes to find a low place in the wall and a tree up which they could climb to drop over. And be free.
When they dropped to the ground on the other side they were exultant with their deed. They wanted to sing and laugh, but dared not until they had walked a mile or so along the path that led toward the city. Then they shrieked hysterically with joy and danced and skipped along the road for over an hour, until they were very near the city. A car passed them on the road - and then another. They reached a paved street. Ahead was an open diner, then a cluster of residences, and beyond, the teeming neon lights.
Lavinia was pleased to see, through the glass of the diner window, that the simple white frocks she and Matilda wore were not so unstylish as to attract unwanted attention. Two girls sat at the counter wearing colored slipovers cut along parallel lines. Their clothes would not give them away, and they had all night - until morning - when the doctor would discover they were gone and doubtless send out an alarm for them.
"Oh, it's wonderful to be free!" Matilda exclaimed. "What shall we do?"
"I was thinking the same thing," Lavinia said. "We don't have any money. Maybe we can just walk around the streets and see what happens."
"I suppose we don't have any choice," Matilda sighed.
Then a car pulled off the road and a young masculine face peered out the window on the passenger side.
"You girls want to go to a party?"
The boy was a few years younger than the two escapees. They approached the car, and Lavinia bent down to look inside at the driver. The person behind the wheel was a girl - about the same age as the boy. She was nude from the waist up.
"What kind of party?" Lavinia asked timidly.
The blond youth laughed incredulously. "What do you mean, what kind of party? What kinds of parties are there? We're rounding up people who want to go to a party. Lots of other people are there and anything you want to smoke, drink or eat, too! How about it?"
"Let's go," Matilda whispered.
"Well, why not?" Lavinia dared bravely.
The boy reached into the back and opened the back door.
When Lavinia and Matilda had seated themselves, the girl glanced over her shoulder and said "Hello." She pulled back onto the street.
"It's a real shame," she said, "that prices at the fornicatoriums have gone up! It isn't right that people of our class should be denied their facilities. But, oh well, we make do with what we have, and if you ask me, we come as often and as well as anyone."
"That's right," the boy said. "I think it's better to have private parties, anyway. I know it's a little weird, but when those old ladies at the fornicatoriums start pawing me, it makes me feel creepy. I hate to come on like a freak about it, but that's how I feel, and I'd much rather have a party like the one we're having tonight, rather than pay to go into one of those lousy fornicatoriums."
Lavinia wanted to ask what a fornicatorium was, but she thought better of displaying her ignorance. Besides, the name told enough.
"We shouldn't let them know we aren't familiar with all this," Matilda echoed Lavinia's thought into her ear.
"Say!" the girl spoke to Lavinia, whose eyes she had caught in the mirror. "What's your scene?"
"I... I'm sorry," Lavinia stammered. "What do you mean?"
"You know, scene, baby," the boy blurted good-naturedly. "What do you like to do, and to what kind of people."
"Oh, just everything, I guess," Lavinia tried to play it safe.
"Beautiful!" the girl said. "And what about you sweetie?"
"I feel the same way," Matilda said.
"That's terrific! We need people like you to round the party out. We'll be at my place soon and then the fun can really begin. Why don't you give them a little aphro now, Johnny, so they'll be good and warm by the time we arrive."
Johnny reached into the glove compartment and handed two capsules into the back seat. "Go ahead and take them," he said. "It's prime stuff, smuggled in from the East. It's rhinoceros horn, not like that cheap synthetic crap you get in the local corner drug store."
Lavinia felt a little nervous, but, rather than cause a disturbance, she took the capsule and swallowed it. Matilda did the same.
The girl turned off on a shady street lined with identical five-story apartment buildings, and at the second parking lot, she shut the car down. "Let's go!" she said.
They got out of the car and went into an elevator on the inside of the lobby. The elevator jerked them up with a steady swishing sound. Lavinia felt warm and tingly. Her breasts were swelling taut and she itched between her legs.
The boy smiled at her and, reaching out, touched the tip of his forefinger against one of her nipples, visible through the cloth. The sensation was extravagant. Immediately, she felt aroused. Her cunt was lubricated. She wanted to be touched all over.
The blonde slipped her arm around Matilda, and with her right hand, she patted the little mound of Matilda's crotch. Matilda flushed immediately and pulled the girl close, so that their stomachs were pressed together.
"The aphro is working nicely, isn't it?" the blonde asked.
"I'll say!" Matilda hissed.
Then the elevator stopped and the door slid open onto a red-carpeted hallway. A moment later they were passing through the door of an apartment.
The lights were blue, red, and green, and in one corner a strobe flickered. Ten or twelve unclothed persons sat about the floor smoking from a communal pipe. Most of them were quite young. They looked up with glazed eyes as the foursome entered.
"We've come back with some new blood," the boy called.
A chorus of cheers went up from the group.
"Let's get started now!" someone called from the corner.
The girl turned to Lavinia, and without hesitation, she began to undo the snaps on her frock. The garment fell to the floor. The boy did the same with Matilda, and then fell to his knees and buried his face between her legs. Matilda glanced at Lavinia with an expression on her face that said, "Well here we are. Let's enjoy ourselves."
"Come on, baby," the blonde girl whispered into Lavinia's ear, "he down on the floor and let me start you."
Lavinia lay down on the carpet with the strobe flashing in her eyes, her bare back and bottom prickled by the weave of the carpet.
"Your pussy is beautiful!" the girl sighed as she slipped down between Lavinia's trembling thighs. She pushed her legs apart and began to lap at the tender thigh flesh. She slipped one hand under Lavinia's round buttocks and lifted her slightly, then pushed her finger into Lavinia's anus. The aphrodisiac capsule had softened Lavinia's reflexes and involuntary muscles, and she was so relaxed that the finger went all the way in. It felt like a huge thick cock up her ass. The girl began to lick her pussy, sucking the labia until they began to swell. Then she found the clitoris and rolled it under her tongue. Lavinia could not have fought down the drug-intensified sensations, even had she desired to do so. The girl's tongue was a warm blade of honey that seeped into her loins and-, kindled a deep glow in her. Lavinia held her legs up and stretched them apart to bare the soft pink insides of her cunt to the probing tongue. The finger moved rhythmically in the tight passage of her asshole.
Matilda lay on her back now, with the grunting blond youth astride her loveliness. Her long, willowy legs were wrapped around his back and her arms twined around his muscled shoulders. Her mouth fastened to the youth's neck. He pumped into her with long, certain strokes, each probe eliciting a long sigh from the drugged girl. Suddenly she threw her head back grinning and laughing hysterically, as the juices broke and flowed through her in her first orgasm. The youth did not slacken his pace, but drove her on into a long shuddering orgasm that made her whole body writhe and twitch spasmodically.
A delicately limbed youth with moist, brown eyes and long, black hair knelt between the boy's legs, licking his buttocks and finely haired thighs.
Lavinia came. It was like a series of small explosions at the base of her spine, but she found - much to her surprise - that the spectacular orgasm did not sate the lust fired by the aphrodisiac.
"Oh, make me come now, please!" the girl said. She pulled herself up and squatted down over Lavinia's face. The tightly coiled blonde pubis pressed against Lavinia's lips. Lavinia hungrily thrust her tongue into the wet cunt and sucked with all her strength, running her tongue fervently over the hard clitoris. The girl moaned and ground her hips in a fast, circular motion, her hands winding in Lavinia's hair.
A large, smooth-muscled black youth approached the blonde girl from behind, squatted over Lavinia's stomach and grabbed the girl around the waist with his left arm. With his right arm he guided the glans of his big thick cock into the blonde's anus. She laughed for joy when she felt the prod, and she adjusted her hip motions to push against that prick that tantalized her from behind. With his right hand, after positioning the prick in the girl's behind, he massaged Lavinia's fiery cunt. She spread her legs to receive the delicious sensations. The blonde was coming. She pressed down against Lavinia's mouth, quaking and jerking with the explosion. When she was finished, she rolled off Lavinia and lay quietly to catch her breath. The black man pressed his lips against Lavinia's mouth and she felt the hot slithering of his tongue in her throat. Then he was sucking her breasts. It felt wonderful.
"Oh fuck me! Fuck me!" she babbled.
He slid down, gripped her legs and positioned them over his shoulders, and came forward and pushed her knees back beside her head. His cock was thicker than Lavinia's wrist. He wedged the heavy yellow glans between the fiery lips of her cunt and began to nudge it in with short stabbing pushes. She felt as if she were being split open, but the feeling was not a bad one. With a final effort the youth drove his cock all the way to his nuts. A lance of fire shot through Lavinia's ardent flesh. She pushed her buttocks up and locked her ankles behind the man's neck. Her right hand found the heavy, tight sack of his nuts and she rubbed them gently, as he gave her stroke after stroke of pure pleasure. Again, she came. It seemed that each orgasm she achieved only whetted her appetite for more.
"Let me suck that big marvelous dick!" she whispered passionately in the youth's ear.
He withdrew and rolled onto his back. Lavinia scrambled down and placed herself between his ebony thighs. She licked his smooth black skin until it gleamed with the moistness of her saliva. Then she slithered her tongue into his asshole and flicked it in and out until he was quivering with anticipation. In the back of her mind she was slightly appalled at her own actions, but the drug was her primary motivating force, and the drug demanded more and more. She ceased her ministrations in the man's asshole and carefully eased his tight purple scrotum into her mouth, lovingly caressing the hard, large nuts with her tongue. He moaned and touched her lips with his fingertips. She released the nuts, and with the tip of her tongue, she traced long wet lines up the length of his hard, black dick, stopping before her tongue touched the swollen glans. She did this several times, noticing that each teasing lick made the huge prick expand until finally it stood up in her vision like an enormous glistening totem pole. No longer able to contain her passions, she knelt and licked the taut glans furiously, over and over, until with a cry she had to suck the thing into her mouth. It was delicious! It was so large she could feel her mouth stretching to take its circumference, and she could manage to get only three or four inches beyond the head. She sucked as if she was trying to drain him through his pores. Then she felt someone touch her behind. A woman's soft, damp hands spreading her cheeks, then the blunt end of a cock pressed against her anus, broke through, and sank deep inside her. She looked over her shoulder and saw the redheaded girl, no more than fifteen or sixteen, with a rubber dildo strapped around her waist. Another girl - a brunette - lay on her back under this girl with the dildo, and she pressed her face between Lavinia's legs, lapping at the dripping pot of her cunt, occasionally switching to the flaming cunt of the girl who stabbed into Lavinia's asshole again and again.
The blonde who had originally made it with Lavinia reappeared. She sat on the black youth's face, receiving his marvelous tongue in her renewed pussy, bending forward and licking Lavinia's neck and shoulders. Lavinia came so long, so hard, that she began to grow dizzy. Her head was swimming. She wasn't certain what had happened, but then she was detached from the group, lying on her back, and the redhead lay on top of her, the dildo crammed into her snatch, licking Lavinia's breasts and driving the rubber cock as deep as any real cock had ever been. Lavinia was hysterical. She wound her legs around the girl's buttocks and humped her with all the energy she could muster.
The drug was at its most intense level now, and Lavinia was a blind fury bent on indulging herself in every extravagance permitted by the structure of her body. She clung to the redhead, her teeth clenched on the firm neck. Her legs wrapped around the grunting girl's waist, and with all her strength she could throw herself against the dildo that went in and out like a hot poker. She couldn't get enough. She rolled onto her side and pushed the redhead onto her back, pressing one hand against the girl's fat, inflamed breasts, and with heir other hand snatching the dildo away. She held the staff in her right hand and leaned across the girl's waist to pinion her, although obviously no force was necessary, and with the fingers of her left hand she parted the swollen, frothy lips of the cunt, nestled in a wild sporran of curly red hair, and plunged the dildo between the lips of the gaping crease. Thick, gauzy lubricant oozed up around the shaft, making Lavinia's hand sticky. She twirled the instrument and moved it in and out rapidly. The redhead shrieked and quivered as Lavinia drove her through orgasm after orgasm. When she was erupting with ecstasy, Lavinia removed the dildo and slipped it deep into her own foaming pussy, then buried her face between the redhead's hot thighs. She sucked the wet cunt lips into her mouth and thrust her tongue deep, licking and sucking at the tender juices of her clitoris. She drove the dildo as deeply as possible and began to spread the lining of her vulva with it. She could feel her come squirting and streaming down her legs thick and pasty. The blond boy who had called to them from the car was suddenly on his hands and knees lapping at the rivers of come glutting Lavinia's thighs. Matilda knelt behind the boy and lapped at the crease of his shiny buttocks, her hand clutching and masturbating his rampant cock.
Couples Uttered the floor, then threesomes and foursomes, all lathering naked, rutting and rolling with each other, copulating frantically, then changing partners to suck or be sucked, without preference, seeking only more ardent flesh to bend or yield to, lusting after the incredible gorging excess, rather than any simple essence of the act.
Lavinia and Matilda were like prisoners inside the hard shells of their lust. They knew that, had they not taken the chemical, they would not have entered thus into this affair; yet, the drug aroused their sexual heat and inclination to such a pitch that there was no choice but to vent those passions, as often and as fast as possible, until the passion and the drug were spent.
They came together once, in the sweating glistening tangle of moaning and jerking flesh, their mouths fused, tasting the mingled juices of each other's mouth, holding their sleek, warmed bodies, caressing, until each had found with her mouth the other's tingling sex. Lying quietly in a corner, before being drawn back into multiple actions, they came long and sweetly, trembling and licking each other like impassioned beasts.
Lavinia found herself with a new dildo in her hand, dangling the straps and buckles intended to hold it in place. The blonde girl assisted her until the straps were right and the hard rubber prick stood up before her, fully ten inches in length, and greased with cold cream. Then she saw the girl's brother, bent forward, resting his weight on his hands. Matilda held his boyish pink cheeks apart, pulling the anus open. As Lavinia gripped the dildo and started toward the youth, someone deposited a glob of petroleum jelly directly on his asshole. The shaft went in smoothly as he screwed his hips toward it. She had penetrated him with about half the length of the instrument.
She was like that when the door splintered and seven tall, muscled men in blue uniforms charged in. The people leaped to their feet and started for the doors. Everyone was screaming. Lavinia caught a glimpse of Matilda just as an officer sprayed her face with something from a small pressure can, and she sank down in a faint. Then Lavinia, too, was overcome by the gas, and she sank into a world of darkness and sleep.
When Lavinia awoke, she was sitting on a hard bench in a cool, gray room. Matilda sat beside her. They were both still naked and their bodies were bruised from the orgy they had participated in. Lavinia looked at Matilda. The poor girl was a real mess, and Lavinia suspected that she, herself, didn't look much better. The antiseptic room they were in was cold, and she wrapped her arms around her shoulders, shivering.
"I feel terrible!" Lavinia whimpered.
"I'm sorry!" Matilda sobbed. "I'm sorry we escaped. I'm sorry for everything."
"What are they going to do to us?" Lavinia asked.
"I have no idea. I wish the doctor were here. I wish I were back at the hospital."
"So do I!" Lavinia said, and she meant it.
They sat in the cold, bleak room for what seemed an eternity. They didn't know how long, but they were hungry, cold and miserable.
Then the door opened and two men, middle-aged, slightly balding, in dark green suits, entered.
"Don't bother getting up, girls."
"Are we under arrest?" Matilda asked plaintively.
"I'm afraid so," the tallest of the men spoke as they seated themselves on benches across from the two apprehensive girls.
"But why?" Lavinia blurted.
"For having a party out of a licensed party club, of course," the shorter man said softly, "and without a special license for home parties."
"License? I don't understand?"
"Aren't you girls patients in that institute on the outskirts of town?"
The girls were silent.
"It won't do you any good to deny it," the tall man laughed. "We've already sent your photos to the doctor in charge and he has affirmed that you are escapees. In a way you're very lucky. You can't be punished by a civil court as long as you're under psychiatric care. The doctor said he would be here to pick you up shortly. In the event that you didn't know our city's ruling on criminal acts committed by escaped patients, I'm afraid the court insists that people like you are kept under observation for at least two years after the date of the crime, regardless of how sane you may become within that period."
The men asked Lavinia and Matilda to sign a paper stating that they had participated in a party at a residence in the city, without permission from city officials. They signed the document and sighed with relief after their interrogators were gone.
"I don't care if they make me stay at the hospital for ten years!" Lavinia said.
"I'd be glad to spend the rest of my life there!" Matilda concurred with Lavinia's feelings. "They're crazier out here than they are at the institute. I certainly will be glad to get back!"
The doctor arrived for them in the early evening. They were photographed again, and fingerprints were taken. The doctor apologized to the chief of police and promised to take preventive measures, to see that no one escaped from the institute, ever again.
Lavinia and Matilda were rushed into the doctor's car and seated in the back. Mrs. Hatchett sat in the front with the doctor. As they drove through the city everyone was silent, but as they left the tall buildings and cut onto the road which would take them back to the institute the doctor spoke, not unkindly.
"Well girls, did you enjoy your little vacation?"
Mrs. Hatchett laughed.
"No, not at all!" Lavinia said.
"Not a bit of it? Are you certain?"
"Oh, the party had its moments," Matilda admitted.
"I suppose I can admit that," Lavinia said.
"Did you recognize anyone or anything in the city?"
"No," the girls answered.
"Good, it proves that the mind eraser we used on you when you came into our care functions properly. It often wears off in time. You see, you were both born and raised in that city."
The girls were astonished.
"Tell me," the doctor went on. "Do either of you have any idea what we're trying to do at the institute, and why we're trying to do it?"
"As far as I know," Matilda said. "We were committed because of sexual aberrance in our conduct, and you are trying to get us back into shape again, so we can live on the outside."
"Well, that's not exactly correct," he smiled at them in his mirror. "You just had a taste of the city, and life on the outside. What do you think about it? Are you anxious to get back out there with those people?"
"No!" Lavinia blurted. "I don't ever want to get back on the outside. They're all mad. I don't care if I spend the rest of my life at the institute!"
Indeed, they were grateful when they drove through the iron gate which opened onto the grounds, and the familiar buildings came into view. Nor did they mind when Mrs. Hatchett took them to the pool and made them scrub themselves thoroughly, before she sent them to the cafeteria to eat. When they were finishing their meal, the doctor came into the cafeteria and approached their table.
"Well, girls, may I sit?" He seated himself and looked at them with open admiration for some time.
"You know, I have to admit, I was tickled when I found that the two of you had escaped. For more than one reason, however. I was glad because you had demonstrated the kind of spunk it takes to become completely cured. And I was glad, too, because I knew you would be apprehended, and that would mean the two of you had to stay here another year. I want you around. I think I can use you."
"Use us?" Matilda asked. "Do you mean to work here at the institute?"
"No. I mean to go into the city with release papers and carry on my work. This isn't the place to discuss it with you, but if you will both spend the night in your room, Lavinia, I will be in to speak with you tonight."
"That would be fine!" Lavinia said.
After the meal, Lavinia and Matilda returned to the pool for the simple pleasure of luxuriating in the water. Then, wearing only their bath towels, they went back to Lavinia's room and stretched out on the bed to rest.
The doctor entered the room only a few minutes later.
"Well, you certainly look peaceful after your little ordeal," he said cheerfully.
"We're glad to get back," Matilda said.
He seated himself on the edge of the bed.
"I want to get right to the point, girls," he said. "I believe I can explain many things, and answer a lot of your questions at the same time.
"When I first started this institute it was merely to treat patients with sex problems. While I labored here I found that I was cut off, to a certain extent, from the outside world, and in that position I was able to watch the social morality go through a few surprising changes. Because of psychoanalysis people slowly became aware of the fact that sex is nothing to be ashamed of or to feel guilty about. From that point they became more and more liberal, until, as it stands today, marriage is old-fashioned, and the losers in this society are those who are incapable, for one reason or another, of indulging in any variety of sexual intercourse. Words like, homosexual, heterosexual, and bisexual have lost their meaning. Now there is only sex, but ironically enough, the same sort of bigoted attitudes exist as they did in the early 1900's. Now, any person who refuses, for whatever reason, to participate in any kind of sex, with any stranger who propositions them, is considered a pervert, a social outcast."
"Wow! Do you mean, if someone declines say, a proposition by Mr. Rimmer, they would be considered perverted?"
"They have recourse to legal action if someone refuses," the doctor said.
"My contention is that they don't!" the doctor said. "Somewhere along the line, it became such a social blemish to be a prude that people found themselves going along with invitations to sex when they felt no honest motivation. And as a result, the very spontaneity that was prized so highly became lost."
"I still don't understand!" Lavinia said. "If they are sick like that on the outside, and we were committed here because for one reason or another we could not exist under those conditions. Then what is it that you are trying to do with us here at the institute? Are you trying to adjust us to their phony morality, or what?"
"No. I understand your dilemma, Lavinia. And you must listen carefully to understand exactly what my position is. You see, I, too, believe that any person should be able to indulge any sexual fantasy that does not physically or psychologically harm an unwilling partner, or partners... but where I differ with the social methods of today is here... inasmuch as I believe sex acts should be spontaneous, and that there is certainly nothing wrong with refusing to participate. It is the individual's prerogative, as to whether or not he will or won't."
"That sounds very natural to me," Matilda said. "But it doesn't explain why you are here, and why you are trying to bring these patients back to that natural spontaneity. If you do, they will be just as eccentric on the outside as they were before they came here."
"That's right," the doctor said. "And that brings us to the point where I must ask you - as I have each patient who approaches good mental health - if you would like to assist me in my war against society's crippling ideas about sexual freedom. I want you to go on with me, through the rest of your cure, and then, when the year is up, I want you to go back into the city and spread the idea, to anyone and everyone possible. If you're apprehended, you will be pronounced mentally unfit and sentenced to return here to the institute. A fate not quite as terrible as they seem to think, as you well know. If you prefer not to go along with me in my crusade, then I will, through use of chemicals and thorough psychotherapy, adjust you to life as it is on the outside. That is, I will make you more or less like everyone else."
"There's no doubt in my mind," Lavinia said, "about what I want, after our experience in the city. I want to be myself, regardless of how common or uncommon I may be, and I want to be naturally spontaneous in my sex life. I don't want to be like everyone else, simply because they are the majority. The majority of any population has always reflected that population's lowest and least sophisticated tendencies."
"I'm with Lavinia," Matilda said. "I don't want to be chemically adjusted to anything, except my real principles and motivations. No, thank you. I'll take my chances working for you, doctor, and damn the majority of boobs out there in that awful city. And, as for being spontaneous... "
She leaned across the bed and put her arms around the doctor's neck and gave him a long, wet kiss. His hands found the towel wrapped around her lithe young body and pulled it away, freeing her marvelous, taut breasts. His hands closed over the globes and massaged them affectionately as Matilda closed her eyes and moaned a little.
"Do you mind if I join in this little party?" Lavinia said coquettishly.
"Please do," the doctor said. He stood up and removed his clothes, then stretched out on the bed between them.
"Come, Lavinia," Matilda whispered. "Let's give our fine doctor some real pleasure!"
The two girls slid down to the doctor's feet, each gripping him by an ankle, and they began to kiss and lick his calves, licking their way slowly past his knees and onto the firm white muscles of his thighs. Here they began, giggling, to suck bruises on his legs, caressing him all the while, until his breath came ragged and heavy. His large cock was upright and so hard it was quivering. Matilda reached it first, closing her long thin fingers around it and caressing it until the red, grainy meatus was covered with a gauzy lubricant. Then Matilda reached it and licked the shiny drop away. Another drop appeared. Lavinia flicked it off with her tongue. The doctor's nuts were swollen. Matilda pressed her lips against his tight scrotum and tenderly sucked, sucking also the hard knot under his scrotum. Lavinia took the taut glans between her lips and began to suck the doctor slowly, rhythmically, simultaneously working her finger into his tight asshole.
"My turn, my turn!" Matilda laughed.
Lavinia removed herself from the end of the doctor's hard prick so Matilda could get it into her mouth. She closed her dark, thick-lashed eyes and sucked over half the erect organ, as the doctor began to twitch and moan. Lavinia probed deeply with her finger into the man's widening anus. He spread his legs and lifted them slightly to make himself more accessible to the delightful succubi who worked avidly at pleasing him.
It was while Lavinia watched Matilda go down on him that she saw, from the corner of her eye, one of the photographs on her wall. She had looked at all these photos on numerous occasions, but suddenly, something clicked, and she felt as if a great fist had fallen on her.
She watched the photo of the woman sitting on the man's face, her head thrown back, an expression of ecstasy on her delicate features.
The woman was Lavinia!
She gasped and sat bolt upright.
Matilda and the doctor paused and stared at her, then at the wall where her eyes were focused.
"What is it, darling?" Matilda asked.
"That girl, that girl in the photograph," she whispered, "it's me!"
"Of course!" Matilda laughed. "Couldn't you tell before? I knew the second I saw it. It looks just like you. It's a very good photograph."
The doctor smiled and placed his hand on Lavinia's shoulder.
"This makes me very happy, Lavinia. You are healthier even than I had supposed. You see, when you were brought here by the civil authorities, the charges against you were to the effect that, although you readily entered into intercourse, you insisted on being eaten, and upon eating, and nothing else. For some reason you valued your virginity to the point of becoming obsessed with keeping it. Many of your partners went along with this eccentricity because you were so lovely. They didn't care, as long as you were willing to at least have oral sex with them. But eventually you encountered a group who requested your participation, in every way, and when you volunteered your mouth and said it was absolutely the only part of you they could have, they called the authorities and turned you in for unsocial attitudes and unhealthy conduct. Then you were brought here for your cure. The woman is you, all right, and the reason you didn't recognize her sooner is because of the drug, and partially because you didn't want to remember."
Lavinia blushed.
"I still like sucking," she said. "But I don't know why, if there has to be a reason. If it's all true - and I don't really doubt you - about my past, then I must be getting better, because I like the rest of it, too."
"I wouldn't say you were just getting better," the doctor said. "I'd say you are nearly cured."
"And me?" Matilda asked. "What about me?"
"You were too good," the doctor said. "And I must admit, one of the rarest cases ever admitted to the institute. In the beginning, Matilda, when you were an adolescent, you had a fear of displeasing people. As a result, when you were asked to participate with someone - even someone who repulsed you physically - you couldn't refuse. Later, your affliction became more pronounced, and you began to anticipate people's desires - or so you thought. A glance from the stranger on the street corner was enough to make you offer yourself, spontaneously, for their satisfaction. Even this would have been acceptable, had you not gone off the deep end and imagined that absolutely everyone needed you. You drove yourself mad trying to make love to everyone you knew, everyone you saw. You were in that state when you arrived here at the institution."
"Well, I don't remember being that sick," Matilda said slowly, "and I certainly don't feel that way now. It's all so confusing. How does one find out how a person is supposed to feel about sex. About his sex practices? What example do we have?"
"You have the example of your desires," the doctor said. "Your genuine desires, which should be listened to and obeyed, not the desires you were told you should have by the cultural faddists of our day. Now, everyone knows there is nothing wrong with any sexual act that takes place between willing persons, and this isn't the problem anymore, a fact for which we should all be grateful. But the problem is that everyone is so afraid of his own hungers, that laws were passed to make everyone react uniformly to those hungers, to make them common, you see, because at bottom most people still felt ashamed of their own natural desires."
"How do you intend to go about changing this?" Lavinia asked. "That is what you have in mind, isn't it?"
"I feel it my duty to do whatever I can to remedy the situation," the doctor said. "And I want to do it by making test cases. When you girls are completely adjusted, not to the outside environment, but to your own inner environment, then I would like very much to see you go back outside and conduct yourselves as naturally as possible. When the court cases come up, as they undoubtedly will, I will be there along with certain lawyers from an underground society, to try and get this thing carried into the higher courts, and perhaps establish a court precedent for dealing with these matters. Do you understand, now?"
"I think I see the picture," Lavinia said.
"I have only one question," Matilda said. "You cannot deny that everyone has certain fantasies, sexual fantasies which are extremely difficult to act out, because there are few people willing to participate in the acting out of these fantasies. If a person is to know himself sexually, shouldn't he exhaust all these fantasies, to find which are really satisfactory in reality, and which are tasteful only as fantasies?"
"A very astute question," the doctor said, obviously a little surprised to hear it from Matilda. "And by asking it, you have anticipated the next section of your training, or your cure, I suppose I should say. However, I find it difficult to think of you as sick, with all those mindless morons on the outside for comparison. Anyway, the next part of your treatment, and you may enter it together if you like, is what we call dream testing. We have here with us, because of the nature of this institution, all sorts of people with all sorts of afflictions, many of whom will never be cured, but who have enough intelligence to see the beauty of what we're trying to do here, and who have offered, out of their own selfish reasons of course, to participate in this dream testing. This is how it works. Each morning for a month you will, immediately upon waking, report your dreams of the previous night into a recording device which will be installed in your room. After a month of collecting this data, you will be moved to another room in the dream testing laboratories, and there your dreams, your sexual fantasies, will be made real. After a certain amount of this acting out, you will find which of your fantasies are really satisfying, and which fall down when put into practice. The ones that satisfy, if not harmful to others, you will retain as a part of your natural sexual makeup, the others you will be able to forget, as you realize that they are not really satisfying."
"How well does it work?" Lavinia asked.
"Surprisingly well," the doctor said, "given the basic instability of a thing like that, I've had some amazing results. For instance, there was a fellow obsessed with being spanked violently by a female dwarf. He had recurring dreams about it, and spent most of his conscious hours daydreaming about it. He tried to find short women, children, anyone who might be able to help him act this out, but was unsuccessful. Then one day the vice squad busted a lesbian dwarf over in the lower section of the city. She was a sadist. She was brought here, and after discussing the situation with her, she immediately agreed to participate in dream testing this fellow's obsession. He was left naked in a bare room, while we watched through a special mirror. The lesbian dwarf entered the room clad in black leather and glossy buckles - the whole bit. She hit him three times with a riding quirt before he lost his temper and took the whip away from her. He hit her several times with it before we could get into the room and subdue him. He never had the fantasy again, and as a matter of fact, the dwarf seemed to be a great deal more settled afterwards. She's still with us, as a result of a whole epidemic of neuroses which may never be weeded out, but the man is free now, and one of my best students. He's been in court three times, and three times we've gotten him off. We're slowly but surely building up a great bulk of cases to use as a lever in the big one. If we can ever get one controversial enough to get it into the headlines - if we can ever break the supreme court, we've got our foot in the door, and from then on, it's back to sanity for the populace."
CHAPTER FIVE
A week passed during which nothing happened at the institution. Then one day Matilda entered Lavinia's room with all her gear in a suitcase.
"Matilda! How are you? What is that you have there?"
"My belongings, of course," Matilda laughed. "The doctor told me the time had come to move in with you permanently."
The girls embraced and laughed and went out to the cafeteria for lunch. They hadn't been to classes since their escape and return to the institution, and they were glad to be free of the routine.
When they returned to the room, they found a tape recorder had been installed under the bed, with the microphone on a hook on the bedstand.
"Well, well, it looks like dream testing is in full swing at last!" Lavinia exclaimed. "Actually, I hadn't expected it to happen this soon. I have to admit it makes me feel strange. I've had some pretty weird dreams, and I don't know what it would be like to act them out in reality."
"You'll find out," Matilda said.
"Well, before it begins, let's make our minds up to enjoy ourselves as much as possible in conventional methods, before we're embroiled in our dreams. Chances are very good that we won't be the same after this dream testing thing."
"How conventional is my cunt?" Matilda said saucily as she lay back on the bed and removed her one piece garment. They had stopped off at the bathing pool after lunch and their bodies were still fresh and damp from the cool water.
"You really have a nice figure," Lavinia said. "I think it's beautiful. I've thought so since that first day when Mrs. Hatchett took me to the pool and you were there swimming."
"I'd like to be ravaged, right now," Matilda said huskily. "While I'm lying here, without having to do a thing in reciprocation."
Lavinia, naked also, went to the bed and sat down beside Matilda. She placed the palm of her hand on her flat abdomen. Then she leaned forward and carefully touched the tip of her tongue to the soft nipples of Matilda's breasts. The nipples became hard and erect immediately.
"Do you want to make love?" Matilda said. "The doctor is right. You shouldn't if you don't want to."
"I always want to make love to you, Matilda," Lavinia said. "Regardless of how I feel. You feel like being ravaged, and I feel like ravaging you. It's perfect this time. Just be quiet now and let me take you."
Matilda closed her eyes and reclined on the pillow. Her long, smooth thighs trembled a little as Lavinia touched them on their soft inner sides with her fingertips. Their lips touched, lightly at first, then more ardently, and Lavinia pushed her wet tongue deep into Matilda's mouth. Matilda groaned and sucked at the tongue, pulling it down almost into her throat. Lavinia's hand cupped the thickly haired mound between Matilda's legs, and she felt the thin lips of the pink labia plop open delicately. Her finger eased them even wider apart and settled on the cool pink knot of her hard clitoris. Matilda moved her legs a little and moaned again. Lavinia began to probe deeply into the well of Matilda's cunt with her forefinger, working the hot pussy into a foamy lather. Matilda arched her back slightly and thrust her hips up. Then Lavinia took the full taut globe of a breast into her mouth and sucked until the ripe meaty fruit of the tit filled her mouth, and Matilda was squealing with delight. Her vaginal muscles closed tightly around Lavinia's furious finger.
"Oh, I don't want to be ravaged anymore, I don't want to just lie here!" Matilda cried. "I want you, Lavinia. I want to make love with you. I want to feel your mouth on my cunt, your tongue, your hands, and I want to taste that softness between your legs. I want to lick you and suck you until you come!"
Quickly, Lavinia swiveled around and buried her face in Matilda's fuming crotch. Matilda cried out and tightened her thighs around Lavinia.
Lavinia parted the gauzy wet labia with her tongue and thrust into the tightening well. She clutched Matilda's soft buttocks and with her fingertip found the round indentation of the anus. Matilda penetrated her almost simultaneously, and her mouth was a warm glow between Lavinia's legs. The two girls were rocked into a dreamy swoon that lasted until they were asleep.
The next morning - and for many mornings after that - they woke and repeated into the recorder all the dreams they could remember from the night before. The first few mornings were like a slightly embarrassing game, serving to assist them in combating boredom. But eventually reciting their dreams became a commonplace thing, part of each morning's ritual, and they soon forgot the original significance of this new practice.
After living in the same room for some weeks, the doctor suddenly ordered them to remove themselves to a new room in another wing of the building.
Mrs. Hatchett led the girls across the grounds, carrying their belongings into the new wing. The hallway was filled with numerous aides and young doctors and nurses scurrying here and there, peering into rooms through the small special mirrors in the doors. Matilda and Lavinia did not have a chance to take a peek inside for themselves, but they were extremely curious, and Mrs. Hatchett had to call them away from the closed doors many times, urging them on down the hallway to their new room.
The new room was much larger than their original compartment, complete with two full beds, carpet, and drapes. A record player, and a small bookcase was near a window facing the grounds.
"Well!" Lavinia remarked. "If this is dream testing, it's for me. This is the most comfortable place by far that we've ever had in this place."
"It certainly is," Matilda said playfully, bouncing on the bed. "Won't we have fun with the doctor when he comes in to play with us? Can you imagine what a party the three of us can have on these beds? They're simply huge!"
"Yes, it's wonderful!" Lavinia said.
And then the lights went out.
They heard a key in the door tumble the lock.
"What's this?" Matilda started.
A voice, metallic and reedy, yet obviously the doctor's, came over the intercom system.
"Girls, we are beginning your first dream testing session. It's up to you to see that all goes well. I want you to take the two capsules you will find on the nightstand and swallow them. Then lie down on the bed and wait. In about thirty minutes, representations of many of your dream desires will appear to you, and we can begin to find out which are suitable in reality and which are not. Are you ready?"
"I'm frightened, a little." Matilda said.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," the doctor soothed them. "Just take the capsules so we can proceed."
Lavinia went to the nightstand and found the two capsules. She handed one to Matilda, who was trembling slightly, and then popped hers into her mouth and swallowed it.
Together, holding hands like children, they stretched out on the bed and waited in the dim light.
Soon, Lavinia felt giddy, almost drunk, but there was no unpleasant physical feeling involved in the sensation. The edges of her vision blurred, and she breathed heavily. She could hear Matilda's breath coming as ragged as her own. The walls of the room were wavering, watery. Was that a panel sliding back, revealing a dim square of light and a figure? Yes, it was, or was it her imagination, or the drug?"
"Do you see him?" Matilda whispered nervously.
"Yes, I do," Lavinia said.
The man was huge. And naked. He was easily over six feet tall and in spite of the darkness in the room, he was darker, his skin shimmering black beneath the body oils with which he had been rubbed. Across his cheeks were three bright crimson and yellow slashes of paint. His large white eyes glared at them. As he drew near the bed they saw how incredibly beautiful he was. His velvety muscles rippled under his taut shining black skin. He stood at the foot of the bed and looked at their trembling bodies. His cock stood upright, stiff and throbbing with his heart beats. His nuts were smooth and dark as egg plants. The glistening knob of his slick glans was on a level with his navel. Lavinia noted, almost idly, that the circumference of this supernormal organ was approximately that of her own wrist.
"He's beautiful!" Matilda gasped.
The man reached down casually and gripped Matilda's ankle, pulling her down until her legs were off the bed and her round trim buttocks rested at the edge. He held her ankle and pulled her leg up and out to the side as far as possible, revealing the dimpled cleft of her damp pussy, and with his left forefinger he began to probe that depth, sinking his finger in as deep as it would go, wriggling it, moving it in and out, until Matilda whimpered and bucked her hips in delightful anticipation of the promised release.
The man sank to his knees and gripped Matilda's other leg at the underside of her knee, and pushed them back making her buttocks and cunt most formidable. Lavinia watched with fascination. He chuckled deep in his throat and slowly lowered his face, his thick pink tongue extended, parting her labia, sucking at the dripping vagina and her swollen clitoris until she knifed her fingers into the bedding and heaved her hips forward to facilitate the man's entry. He cupped her buttocks in his hands, as he would have held a drinking gourd, while she held her legs out of the way, his mouth surrounding her entire genital area, as he sucked and slurped at the juicy cunt. Matilda was trembling violently. Then she began to come. Her whole body quivered and spasmed as he drank voraciously from her spewing vessel, lapping greedily at the thick outer lips, sucking on her clitoris, until she moaned and thrashed with the exaggerated sensations.
He rose and went to the side of the bed, wound his fingers in Matilda's long hair and dragged her back to her original position, then threw one knee across and came to rest between the women.
He placed his hand at the back of Matilda's neck and pushed her face down to his erect cock, almost as long as Matilda's forearm from elbow to wrist. The heavy yellowish glans was wet with a drop of white lubricant which oozed thickly from it, dripping over the shaft like ice cream melting and streaming down the sides of a cone.
Matilda grasped the cock with both hands at the bottom, next to the enormous smooth nuts, and took the glans into her mouth. It was so large she felt as if she were trying to swallow whole a small crabapple. The sides of her cheeks and her lips were distended with the effort. She sucked down on the heavy joint until it struck the back of her throat, then withdrew slowly licking and savoring.
Reaching behind him, the man took Lavinia by her neck and pushed her down between his legs, settling onto his back as he did and instructing them for the first time vocally since his magical entrance.
"Get my nuts into your mouth," he said.
Lavinia, on her knees now between the man's legs, watched as he lifted them to make available his taut scrotum and the round tight asshole beneath them. Matilda lay with her luscious breasts flattened against the man's abdomen, clutching his cock, sucking it avidly, her eyes closed and a low crooning noise deep in her throat. She appeared to be in ecstasy. The black man had his face buried in the creamy white mounds of her buttocks, making loud slurping noises.
Lavinia began to lick a slow neat circle around the man's anus. Then she made her tongue stiff and thrust it into his anus as far as it would go, fitting her lips around that small hole and sucking the tender inner lining out a little so she could massage it with her tongue. He began to pant. She lifted the huge sack of his nuts and got them slowly into her mouth, careful not to touch them with her teeth. They filled her mouth near bursting, and she savored them, sucking lightly, humming and groaning to send the vibrations up his spine. A few inches away Matilda's face was bright with an inner light, as she ate the gargantuan cock. She saw Matilda's head jerk and her throat swallow several times, convulsively, and the thick pasty come drool from the corners of her lips. Rather than choke, she pulled away for a moment to catch her breath, and at that instant the black man's ministrations at her own cunt and asshole broke her, and she began to come in long quivering jerks that spasmed through her body. Taking advantage of this, Lavinia began to lick the black prick, lapping at the root and covering it with her tongue until she had ascended and slipped the heavy glans into her mouth. It was sweet and salty at the same time. She sucked and ravaged the member with her tongue. Then she felt his hands under her arms pulling her up, over him, her legs thrashing as the butt of the sweating prick rammed between her legs, missed once, then made contact with the soft yawn of her wet cunt. It plunged home with a grunt and shove which, for a moment, felt as if it might split her in two, but the short pain transformed into an immense pleasure, as he stroked into her again, and she realized that she was riding the largest cock she had ever seen. She threw her head back and began to laugh ecstatically, feeling the great strength of the man drive into her again and again. She came almost immediately, but he did not stop. She was filled up with his cock, as if her skin was merely a sheath for that tremendous shaft. She felt suddenly Matilda's arms around her neck and her sweet mouth against her shoulders and then mouth. Matilda's tongue licked her palate and pushed for the back of her throat. Then the black man was coming and it was like a molten fountain erupting inside her. Her head was swirling. She gasped and lost consciousness.
When Lavinia awoke a few seconds later, she was lying on the bed next to Matilda. The black man stood beside the bed, fumbling with his prick. Lavinia saw that he was coating it with a heavy layer of gelatinous substance. It was still erect and as hard as stone. He came around the bed and indicated with a jerk of his thumb that he wanted Lavinia to get onto her hands and knees. She did as she was directed.
"Matilda, you get on your back between her legs. Use your mouth. On both of us."
Matilda eased herself between Lavinia's legs and lifted her face until her mouth pressed against Lavinia's inflamed cunt.
"Part her cheeks for me," the man said.
Matilda's soft hands touched the round, full cheeks of Lavinia's ass, parting them, at the same time finding Lavinia's damp cunt with her mouth, sucking it, her tongue reaching up inside the girl like short, sharp jolts of electricity. The man placed one hand against the small of Lavinia's back and with the other, he held firmly his thick cock, easing it into the lubricated eye of Lavinia's ass. She groaned and buckled as the hard black prick sank in, inch by inch, until she felt as if he would split her in half with the tremendous organ. But the pain began a slow transformation, gradually passing from the unpleasant realm into one of delicious sensation. She was caught up between the penetration and the hot swift licks Matilda applied to her crotch. As they copulated, Matilda switched rapidly, first from Lavinia's pussy to the dangling hard nuts to the greasy shaft of the cock, and then back to Lavinia again. Lavinia felt the man's hot breath scalding over her shoulders, and his warm hands holding her limp form in position as he fucked her in her asshole. She was delirious with the soaring sensations, and found herself coming in long, warm streams, just as the black man erupted inside her, his hot come like a sudden wash of thick paste. Matilda sucked and lapped at the twin flows greedily, lost in her own fantasies.
When the girls awoke, the man was gone and the room was dark.
The girls were brought meals by Mrs. Hatchett, who spoke little, inquiring only after their immediate health, and offering to bring them anything they might want for comfort. There was nothing, the girls told her, so hypnotized were they by the reality of having their fantasies acted out, and so caught up in the anticipation of what the next trip might bring them. In the middle of the next day they found out.
They had finished eating and no sooner had Mrs. Hatchett removed the trays than the door opened and another person entered. Unlike the black man, this woman was vaguely familiar to both Lavinia and Matilda, who had seen her once or twice on the grounds and in the cafeteria.
She was strikingly beautiful. Tall, slim, voluptuously curved, her thick, lank red hair tumbled over her naked white shoulders down to the leather-covered swell of her marvelous, girlish ass. Her eyes were cat green, and as she stood in the doorway, hands on arrogant hips, staring at them, light glinting on the rowels of her silver spurs, twinkling on the hard sheen of her tight black leather pants, they felt their blood begin to simmer at sight of this lovely creature. But what secret fantasy, indeed was she here to make reality for them? In her right hand, casually dangling, was a long, coiled, braided leather whip. From the waist up the Amazonian redhead was nude, and her large breasts and upper body had been oiled to a lustrous sheen. On her sculptured face was a leering, promisingly malevolent smile.
"Hello, darlings," she whispered.
Lavinia felt a thrill in her loins, and felt also the sudden tenseness that settled into Matilda.
"This is one fantasy," Matilda whispered, "that is fine as a fantasy, but in reality, something else altogether. If you don't mind, I'll just excuse myself from this one."
Halfway to the door, clearly intending to slip past the ominous redhead, Matilda was frozen by the glare in the woman's eyes. Her back stiffened and the muscles in her smooth, pink buttocks grew tense. The redhead chuckled, a low, furry sound deep in her throat, and playfully stepped forward, touching Matilda's flat abdomen with the cold coils of the whip. Matilda shivered. With the flat of her feet, the redhead kicked the door to and stepped forward, allowing the whip to uncoil on the floor. Then she reached around Matilda, caught the loose end of the whip, held it like a strap against Matilda's buttocks, and pulled her forward until their thighs met. The hard nipples of their breasts affirmed the jutting crux of their sexes. Matilda whimpered.
"What, what are you going to do?"
"What I intend to do is unimportant," the redhead said, "it's what you are going to do for me that matters. Now, kneel!"
Matilda dropped to her knees. Her face was on a level with the hard leather-covered crotch.
"Undo my laces," the redhead said. And then, glancing at Lavinia, she hissed, "Get over here!"
"Listen, I don't think this... " Lavinia began, but was interrupted as the long whip hissed through the air and cracked like a pistol shot just inches from her right breast.
"Move!" the redhead snapped.
Lavinia rose from the bed and came to stand beside Matilda. Her hands were trembling and her body was bathed in nervous perspiration.
"What do you want us to do?" she asked.
"Get down on your knees, behind me," she said.
Lavinia went behind the arrogant woman and knelt down. Her face was inches from the hard, sharply curved swells of the woman's pronounced buttocks. As Matilda finished unlacing the front of the leather pants, the redhead hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down. Matilda helped her out of them.
"Now, if you want to get through this little experiment without tasting my lash," the redhead smiled, "Just do as you're told."
Matilda's face was pale.
Lavinia felt weak.
"I've got two holes down there," the redhead said matter-of-factly. "Now put those pink tongues to work and see how wet you can make them!"
Saying this, she grabbed Matilda's hair and jerked her face forward, at the same time thrusting her hips out and spreading her legs. Matilda's mouth was forced against the flaming red pubic mound.
"Start sucking!" she said. "And you back there, get busy. My asshole's hungry for your tongue!"
Lavinia carefully parted the buttocks and found the round, dark anus. It was slightly puckered, but quite clean. She placed her mouth around the tight little hole and began to work it open with the tip of her tongue. She could feel the redhead stiffening under receipt of this pleasure. She could hear the subdued sucking noises Matilda made as she went greedily now after the scarlet pussy, sucking the labia into her mouth, lapping the hard, floating clitoris with long, thick swipes of her tongue.
When the girls had delivered a fine massage to the redhead's privates, the woman pushed them away and walked to the bed, where she sat down and uncoiled the length of the whip.
"I've changed my mind," she laughed. "It will please me greatly to give you a taste of this splendid whip. I won't tear your skin, if you're good little girls. I'll just make it sting a little. Now get down on your hands and knees, bottoms facing me.
They did as they were directed. The whip sang through the air like an angry serpent, and it was Matilda who winced and cried out, as the braided tip snapped against her right cheek.
Then the whip hissed out again and Lavinia felt the sharp pain, directly in the separation of her cheeks. It stung worse than a dozen simultaneous hornet bites. She bit her lower lip and shivered. Twice more the whip fell, and twice more sharp cries filled the room. They were waiting for the third attack when the redhead got up off the bed and came over to where the girls were still kneeling.
"Lavinia," she whispered. "Your friend's bottom is all red and welted. I think you should kiss it and lick it for her."
Lavinia turned and found the poor, mistreated flesh of Matilda's ass near her face. Her cheeks were tear-streaked and she still whimpered slightly from pain. Three large ugly welts marred the perfect beauty of Matilda's bottom, and here Lavinia nuzzled, gently sucking and licking the wounds. After a few seconds, it was Matilda's turn. Lavinia enjoyed the cool, soothing caress of Matilda's lips and tongue.
"Now get onto the bed, on your stomachs," the woman instructed.
As the girls rose to go to the bed they saw their tormentor strapping a large hard rubber dildo around her waist, arranging the instrument with a series of complicated straps, so it thrust out in a very natural position from the clump of red hair at her crotch.
The girls stretched out on the bed, thankful that at least for the time being they were to be spared the whip. The redhead climbed onto the bed and positioned herself between Matilda's pale thighs, the shaft of the hard black dildo nudging at the dampness of the girl's cunt.
"Hold it in place for me until I get it in her," the redhead said.
Lavinia held the dildo with her fingers while the redhead wedged the blunt end between the fine lips of Matilda's cunt, then she worked it in slowly, easing forward until her thighs were directly against Matilda's buttocks, and the rubber cock was submerged to the hilt in the moist pocket of her sex. Matilda moaned and wriggled on the shaft, aroused by the depth of the penetration, and by the enormous circumference of the tool.
"You do the work, baby," the redhead said coarsely. "And don't stop until you come."
Matilda began to push herself onto the cock, easing off, pushing on again, while the redhead covered her back and neck with passionate kisses. It took a very short time for her to begin quivering and jerking in the throes of her orgasm. Immediately, the redhead withdrew the cock and turned to face Lavinia.
"Suck it!" she said.
Lavinia took the wet, dripping rubber cock into her mouth and sucked as if it were indeed the living member of a masculine lover. When she had licked it clean of Matilda's moistness, the redhead pushed her roughly down onto her back and, climbing on top of her, drove the dildo into Lavinia's cunt with a swift thrust of her hips. Lavinia gasped and, automatically, her legs flew up and embraced the redhead, she threw her arms around the woman's shoulders. Their lips met. Lavinia felt the tool driving into her, again and again, deeper and deeper. Occasionally the redhead gripped the shaft in one hand and swirled it sensually in the tight clutching lining of Lavinia's box. Lavinia sucked blood bruises on the woman's neck and breasts as the tool carried her over the brink into the depths of a tremendous orgasm that showered her with hot, fiery sparks. She barely remembered seeing the woman remove the instrument and bury her face between Lavinia's arched thighs. It was marvelous. The dildo left her in the middle of a potent orgasm, and before the warm waves subsided it was replaced by the redhead's talented mouth and tongue. As she sate Lavinia's exploding cunt, she drove her forefinger deeply into the quaking girl's anus. Lavinia thought she would pass out if she did not stop coming soon. One wave of ecstasy after another washed through her. She felt faint. Then the redhead quickly shifted and buried her face into the dripping pot of Matilda's inflamed sex. Matilda elevated her slender legs and squeezed her eyes shut as the tongue slithered hot and foaming between her legs, sucking, lapping her outer labia, her thighs, her asshole, then fastening onto her swollen clitoris and sucking there until Matilda's crotch burst in a purity of mindless white orgasm.
The whipping soon became a promise forgotten, and the girls found themselves free of the restrictions placed on their emotions by the subservience demanded by the whip. The redhead too, free of her role as master, became realized in her play with Lavinia and Matilda, until, laughing and giggling like schoolgirls, the three embraced on the bed, and it was now the redhead's turn to pacifically enjoy the dual ministrations of Lavinia and Matilda. They lay on either side of her, Matilda kissing and sucking at the redhead's large full nipples, and Lavinia kissing and licking the redhead's wonderfully smooth thighs and the pouting little lips of her pussy.
They worked on the redhead until she lay completely in their power. First Matilda made her come, then Lavinia, then Matilda again, switching off until the woman was caught in what seemed a permanent throe of orgasm, jerking and twitching, her long pale legs quivering and her back arched. She moaned and babbled incoherently, caressing their faces and touching the point where their mouths fit against her blossoming cunt. When she lay finally exhausted and unable to move, the door opened and the doctor came in. He looked serious. The two girls sat up and, taking a towel from the bedstand, began to wipe themselves.
"Well girls, what do you think of dream testing so far?" he asked.
"It isn't over, is it?" Matilda replied.
"I've certainly got a few fantasies that haven't been acted out here, yet," Lavinia said.
"No, you aren't finished with dream testing," the doctor said. "But it's my habit to check on you occasionally, to make certain that you don't forget the reality of your situation. Can you give me some impressions of what has taken place so far?"
"I haven't been really surprised by anything that has happened," Matilda said. "Most of the action relates directly to certain fantasies that I always considered common - the black man for instance. And the masochistic thing, which turned out a little strangely, seeing as how our pretty little redheaded friend ended up in our power, rather than the other way around. But I expected things to be a little more bizarre, you know, like you must have understood things about us, from your vantage point of analyst, that even we do not know, and it is the enactment of those fantasies I looked forward to."
"I feel more or less the same way," Lavinia said. "And I have to confess that, although it seemed clear when you explained it, I really don't understand now why we're doing this."
"To find out which of your fantasies are actually palatable to you and which are not," the doctor said. "You see, my goal is to orient the patient totally with his real sexual nature, or personality, so he will be absolutely certain of himself when confronted by the unnatural conditions of the outside world. If you were on the street, and someone approached you and asked if you'd like to come along with them, to serve as whipping post at a party for local sadists, you could honestly say now that, although it may be appealing in the abstract, you really don't enjoy being beaten. Isn't that true?"
"I suppose," Lavinia said. "But there's more."
"Yes, there's more. If you understand yourself and your desires clearly, you will have the confidence necessary to face the courts, if my plans come to fruition, and to tell them exactly how you feel, and to prove that you are not demented or reactionary when they accuse you of these things, as they undoubtedly will. I told you I wanted many test cases, to challenge the authority that requires citizens to participate in any kind of sexual activity. I'm certainly not a moralist, and I don't think any brand of psychosexual behavior superior to another, but I maintain that it's only natural for one person to prefer one kind of bed play and to be revolted by another. It has nothing to do with prudery. It's perfectly all right, for instance, for a woman to want sex with other women, or even with animals, and for another woman to want sex with one man and one man alone for the rest of her life. I draw no moralistic conclusions from my observations. I believe anything, and I mean anything, should be permitted between consenting adults, that's all."
The redhead was on her feet, still panting slightly. The doctor smiled at her. "Well, Tulia, did it turn out as you expected?"
"No," she laughed. "I thought I really wanted to remain aloof, in the driver's seat, and to wield the whip, but the drug destroyed my defenses, and I discovered that what I really wanted was for someone to take that whip away from me, and to make love to me, as I am."
"Very good," the doctor chuckled. "You may go now, Tulia, I think dream testing has done what it can for you."
"Do you mean she too was under influence of the drug?" Lavinia asked.
"Yes, as was the man who came into your room first. His fantasy was that he wanted to rape and debauch white women. He felt extremely guilty about this, and consciously rebelled at the thought. Under the drug, he found that rape and debauchery was, indeed, what he wanted, and now he knows it is a genuine desire, one to be fulfilled whenever possible. He isn't cured by any means, but I've gotten him away from guilt, and that's the largest step any man can take toward health."
"How much longer will our dream testing last?" asked Lavinia.
"About a week," the doctor said. "You will stay together for the next two or three days, depending on how the sessions go, and then you will be separated for the remainder of the testing period. After that, if all works well, I will use the two of you as assistants in treating new patients - until the date of your release, that is - and then, off you go into the city."
"As your missionaries?" Matilda asked.
"If you don't change your minds," he said. "If you do, then you can go back as anything you care to pretend to be."
The girls were silent.
The doctor removed from his pocket two large capsules which he handed to Matilda and Lavinia. They swallowed them and reclined on the bed to wait. Then the doctor left the room.
The drug, from the very beginning, was obviously not the same chemical they had taken at the beginning of the dream test.
Lavinia at first thought they had been given a placebo, but then she realized that what changes had taken place so far were purely physical. She felt very conscious of all her organs, the muscles and nerves, and her taut skin oozing perspiration. Her body felt pumped, awash with fluids and muscular potential. Then the room filled with light. Every object seemed sharply outlined against the others, and each had its own natural character. The conclusion forced upon her by this observation was that even she, as well as Matilda, had her own particular nature, her own unique light and substance, and that any request or demand for her to conform or ape any other person's standards or philosophy was essentially ludicrous. She felt the warmth of Matilda's body next to her, and it occurred to her to ask her friend what she was experiencing.
"Matilda," she said softly, "how do you feel?"
"It's very strange," Matilda answered. Her voice sounded different than it had ever sounded before.
"What's very strange?"
"The way I feel about myself."
"Yes, that's it." Lavinia said. "Can you tell me more? Do you have any ideas about, about sex?"
"Only that I am sexual, and that sexuality is difficult if not impossible to define. I see it as a kind of hard core in my body, vague, without true outline, but very real, and any definition, any restriction or rule imposed upon this core is artificial, and probably harmful. Sex is the physical expression of love or kinship with other people, just as the joy we feel or love for another person is the metaphysical expression, or the expression of the metaphysical. The whole question of what love acts are permissible and moral and which aren't is ridiculous. Anything we feel like doing, anything we are moved to do is all right. The only way we damage our capacity for love is by harboring guilt feelings, that is, by capitulating to the standards of others not in our actions but in our reactions - that is, by allowing ourselves to feel guilty for not complying inside with the rules laid down for outside conduct. But, I seem to be babbling. Does it sound clear?"
"I know exactly what you're talking about." Lavinia said. "It's almost as if what I want to say, can't be said with words. You know, suddenly I know what love is, I know what sex is, and that's all that matters. All those people out there - they know intellectually, but they don't know emotionally, where it counts. You don't know anything if all your knowledge is intellectual. People who know things like that have heads full of shadows. I can see the light in this room and it's always been there. We get depressed, or caught up in the web of our crazy thoughts, always categorizing, always defining, and it's like building walls in front of our eyes until we can no longer see the light. We cloud our own minds. All the alternatives we feel offered to us at each second, they're ghosts. There are no alternatives; there is only the human animal in time, and anything he does is all right."
"I love you," Matilda said frankly.
Lavinia sat up on the bed.
"I feel... "
"Yes?" Matilda pressed. "Queer." Lavinia said.
"Explain yourself."
"It's called queer, I think, or it was called queer. On the outside, when a woman asks another woman to sleep with her, because she prefers women, they do it because the law says they cannot do it. I suppose they have reacted strongly to prudery and hypocrisy that once held sway over the people of this country. But they are just as wrong. No one can legislate and enforce the will of the spirit. I think the love, the desire I feel for you, Matilda, is very clear in my eyes for the first time. I love you. I prefer loving you to loving men, although I enjoy loving men. I see it exactly for what it is, and I know I am this way undoubtedly because of a set of circumstances in my childhood that made me this way, but I no longer find myself able to compare my way with the way of people who did not emerge from these circumstances. I love you, and that's it. If someone asked me to make love to them and I didn't want to, I would just have to say no."
"Yes," Matilda bubbled. "I understand!" Tears streaked her cheeks. "I understand. What they want and what the doctor wants, it doesn't matter."
"No, it doesn't matter," Lavinia said.
Matilda sat up and looked down at Lavinia. Matilda's large eyes were moist and sparkling.
Lavinia saw Matilda for the first time.
A long, svelte, sleek creature of the fairest sex, her dark black hair tumbled in glimmering cascades over the round ivory curves of her trembling shoulders, down swirling around the full, feminine globes of her pink breasts, dark nippled, the tautness of her girlish abdomen, and the dark crux of her thighs where her legs were parted slightly as she leaned forward and placed her lips against Lavinia's mouth.
They embraced.
The ceiling was a rich blanket of fire dripping around them like small glowing stars falling through the air, showering them, or baskets of fiery flowers dripping warm succulent petals over the bed. The bed drifted into a deep blue field of sky, floating, and the water lapped at the bedposts, and the earth heaved far below them driving its dark green fuse up through their vibrating bodies as they relaxed side by side. Lavinia took Matilda into her arms and covered her salty eyes with kisses, kissing her neck, the hollow under her collar bone, her breasts, and licking the hard nipples with her tongue as Matilda's hands found Lavinia's breasts and lovingly squeezed them. She lowered her face and took one of Lavinia's tender pink nipples into her mouth, nursing it softly, her hand slipping between Lavinia's thighs, cupping the warm moistness of her sex, her finger parting the damp lips, penetrating, slipping fully into the vaginal passage. She caressed the soft wet tissue until Lavinia's crotch was glowing with the sweet sensual warmth. Then their mouths met again and like two different textures of rich honey their tongues flowed together. Their hot yearning breasts pressed together. Their thighs moved. Lavinia cupped her hands around the swelling cheeks of Matilda's buttocks and pulled her as close as possible.
"Fuck me, love me, lick me," Matilda moaned. "I want you inside me! I want our bodies to be one body, now!"
Lavinia released Matilda and turning, positioned her head against the warmth of Matilda's pulsing thighs. Matilda lifted one leg, resting it on her heel, and Lavinia began to lick the soft inner thighs. She kissed the dimples on either side of the pale sex, then she kissed the pussy and sucked the labia open, bursting into the soft redness there, the slick flesh, the running liquid candy of her being that flowed into Lavinia's mouth. She pressed her lips around the succulent cunt and sucked until her mouth was filled with the sweet taste.
Matilda, most passionate, gently parted the lips of Lavinia's sex and began to lick the clitoris, quickly, with hot steaming strokes of her tongue, until a core of electrical energy in Lavinia throbbed with the caresses, and she felt herself drawn inexorably toward the explosions of gratification. They made it together. Shuddering and weeping for joy as they became one.
Then the door opened.
The room was filled with mist.
The doctor was there, naked, as was Mr. Burgess, the other teachers, Mrs. Hatchett, Mr. Rimmer, the black gentleman, the lovely little redhead, several others, all naked. All were moving dreamlike through the roseate glow that may have been the drug and may not have been anything more than the pulsing of the joy the two girls had found in themselves. Lavinia was on her back and the black man lowered himself between her legs. It was all right now as his massive cock parted the dripping cunt lips and slid up to a place deep under her navel it seemed, Lavinia locking her legs around the strong hips, her hands clutching the massive strong black back, the man pushing into her, retreating, pushing in again, waves of pleasure saturating her body. The doctor was squatting on Matilda's breasts. She had his cock in her mouth. Her eyes were closed. On the floor, the redhead stood erect, Mr. Rimmer kneeling behind her, rimming her tight little asshole, and Mrs. Hatchett kneeling before her, her mouth pressed against the flaming crimson cunt, her hands massaging the tight arched thighs as she licked the pink insides of the pussy. Mr. Burgess lay with another male, a patient, on the floor, each lapping at the other's genitalia. The room went around and the ceiling glowed. The floor glowed. Did she prefer Matilda? Matilda was beautiful, tender, understanding, and so lovely, and as the doctor had said, each person had his own real preference. Was it girls for Lavinia? She had come to that conclusion, but now, with the powerful black body above her, gathering her into his arms, his damp lips nuzzling her neck, her firm breasts, she didn't know. She locked her legs as tightly and as high around the great back as she could manage, her cunt yawning to swallow the splendid staff that forced her labia apart and drove down into her tender depths. It was different than the lustful, delicious experience she had had with Matilda, but, to her surprise, she found that it was no less enjoyable. The marvelous big prick vibrated against the soft lining of her vulva, sending shivers of pure mounting delight in crescendos through her body, until she felt that a great electric surge shot up through her, charged with ecstasy, and she screamed out, "Oh yes, yes, fuck me, shove that big cock into me! I love it! I love it! Split me open!" And in that instant she came. A series of jarring explosions that left her shaken and tremendously satisfied.
But, in actuality, she was far from satisfied. The big dark man rolled onto his back and sighed. Lavinia threw one leg across his midriff and began to lick the tight kinky hairs of his chest. She sucked his nipples, tongued them furiously until they were hard as stone. His skin was salty and moist and she tried to suck the very juices from it as she kissed down to the dimple of his navel. She ran her tongue around the cavity of his navel, at the same time gathering his large smooth nuts in her hand and caressing them. She fingered gently into his asshole. His cock seemed to grow larger as if by magic. It was larger in circumference than her wrist now, and almost a full foot long. She clutched the shaft just above the snarl of thick hair, squeezing it with her fingers until a shiny drop of pearly lubricant formed at the end of the round yellow glans. She lowered her face and with the tip of her hot tongue licked the drop of lubricant into her mouth, rolled it round savoring it, then swallowed it. She took the glans into her mouth and sucked it, gently at first, then more strongly, feeling it swell and grow, expanding, hard as rock now, and she pushed her head down swallowing as much of the musky prick as she could get into her mouth. He held the nape of her neck and eased his hips up. Then he exploded and her mouth was filled with a thick warm paste which she swallowed convulsively. Still not satiated, Lavinia lay on her side and, clutching the black man's strong muscled buttocks she drew him once more into her mouth. This time she did not move her head, but rested it on the bed while he stroked into her, slowly, rhythmically. As he fucked her mouth, Mrs. Hatchett crawled onto the bed and began to lap the come and perspiration from Lavinia's cunt. Lavinia parted her legs and afforded the old lady plenty of room for this ministration. After the stupendous orgasm she had had on the end of the man's giant prick, she was quite sensitive, and the gentle kissing and lapping delivered by Mrs. Hatchett was a wonderful sensation soothing, moving Lavinia toward a realm of utter satisfaction with the indiscriminate attention she was receiving. She wriggled her round, smooth little buttocks and elevated her hips slightly so the broad, flat leaf of Mrs. Hatchett's tongue could pierce the tender, dripping labia and caress the soft wet vulva linings. Her friend, Matilda, sat now on the black man's face, one long pale leg on either side of his face, his lips circling her cunt and the sharp spade of his tongue furrowing into her. She rocked and moaned back and forth as he ate her, his hands clutching her buttery soft cheeks, drawing her down onto him, the room filled with his uninhibited slurping and sucking noises. Mrs. Hatchett lapped furiously at Lavinia's cunt now, and behind her knelt Mr. Rimmer, his hands pulling the fat hams of her ass apart to bare the wrinkled purple eye of her anus, into which he drove his tongue like a bear probing a thick, oozing honeycomb. Mrs. Hatchett squealed into Lavinia's cunt and wriggled her bottom against the attentive Mr. Rimmer. Lying on the floor under Mr. Rimmer was Mr. Burgess, his face flushed, his mouth cradling the long, skinny scrotum of the old man. The room spun around and a thousand colored lights flashed simultaneously in Lavinia, in Matilda's skull, and they felt luxuriously, as if they were bathing in a warm milk bath of flowing sperm.
The next morning, when Lavinia and Matilda awoke, the room had been thoroughly cleaned and aired. They rose and put their clothes on and left the room, walking down the long corridor to the bathing quarters. Neither spoke to the other, although they felt as close as they had ever been, and Lavinia felt as satisfied as she could remember having felt at any time in her life.
The water was wonderful. Only when they had submerged themselves and had swum and splashed about, did they bother speaking, and then it was to deal in pleasant inanities about the water, about how they felt physically, and how wonderful the new world suddenly seemed. They were both apprehensive however, for they knew that the second and most mysterious part of the dream testing was to follow. They would be isolated, away from each other, for as long as necessary, whatever that meant.
They embraced playfully several times, like children, and then climbed onto the cool porcelain and stretched out to rest.
When the gong rang, calling the patients to the cafeteria, they rose and made their way with a swarm of other patients into the wide, cavernous room, filled with tables and steaming trays. The food, although not unusual, affected both of them in a very positive way. They ate slowly and chatted with Mr. Burgess, who had taken a seat with them. It was curious to note that Mr. Burgess also refrained from speaking directly about their experience of the night before. He ate and chatted about his classes, the other patients, his students, and about life in general. Saying nothing specific about any of these subjects, he indicated by the general drift of his conversation that he, too, felt unusually pleasant this morning, and reflected with his broad smiles and talk the same optimistic attitude shared by the girls.
After the lengthy meal, they deposited their trays on the conveyor belt and went back to their room. When they passed through the door, they found the doctor waiting for them. He seemed quite serious.
"Why the grim look?" Lavinia asked.
"No reason, other than the fact that I always take my work seriously, and especially when two of my best pupils are involved."
"Pupils?" Matilda parroted, a surprised look on her face.
"Yes, pupils," the doctor said. "You're no longer patients. How does that make you feel?"
"It makes me wonder, frankly, if I was ever mad." Lavinia said.
"Yes, that's my reaction, too," Matilda said.
"Well, it's touchy business, saying who is mad and who isn't," the doctor chuckled. "As a rule, anyone who doesn't conform to the norm of social conduct is considered eccentric, which only means, mildly mad. It's a nice way they have of saying something. And when you act in a manner that goes completely against the grain of accepted and established standards, then you're mad, technically. Of course, we know differently. It's not only very possible for a whole society to be mad, that is usually the case, since madness is primarily a result of fear, and the majority of people are afraid of everything, afraid of their own minds, their own sex, everything, and society is made up of a majority of the people. No, you're not mad, but you were once seriously maladjusted, and as a result of your own belief that something was wrong with you, you thought yourselves mad, and, therefore, perhaps you were, a little. I've taught you, I believe, that people who feel guilty for their natural instincts are mad, and that people who conduct themselves as they wish, in a manner that does not physically threaten others, are healthy. Regardless of what they want to do."
"Does that mean that we will not go through the individual dream testing?" Matilda asked.
"No," the doctor said. "The individual dream testing is the most important part of the training. You're no longer under cure; it's simply training now. What will take place is this. You will be in separate rooms. After you've settled in and familiarized yourselves with your surroundings, I will administer to each of you a drug which is manufactured here on the premises. The drug will destroy your ability to distinguish between reality and fantasy. It also contains an erotic stimulant. You will he in bed and your erotic fantasies, will become reality. Through this experience you will discover finally just exactly what it is you are most prone to enjoy as a sexual experience. Do not be alarmed by the manifestations of the drug. Anything can happen. It will last anywhere from five to ten hours. I will be observing both of you over a private, concealed television system, so if at any point either of you become too excited, I can rush in and administer the antidote. It will bring you down immediately. After that we will see how you feel about going back into the city and carrying out my plans."
"It sounds a little spooky," Matilda said. "What happens for instance, if one of us has a secret fantasy of being devoured alive by a lover? Will that really happen in our minds?"
"What you mustn't forget," the doctor said, "is that people have fantasies because they are pleasant. Even a masochist's fantasies bring him orgasms. If you conjured a beast to devour you, it would be pleasant. Do you see?"
"I think I begin to see," Lavinia said. "And after the testing, we can examine what we saw and establish some sort of perspective as to where we are sexually."
"That's about right," the doctor said.
"Well, it sounds very exciting," Matilda said. "When does it start?"
"Tomorrow morning, after breakfast. I'm going to let the two of you spend the night together tonight, and after breakfast you will be taken to the dream testing rooms. You will be given the morning to familiarize yourselves with these rooms, and at noon I will administer the drug."
"Good," Lavinia said. "I'm suddenly looking forward to it, eagerly."
"Fine!" The doctor rose and kissed each of the girls on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast."
The doctor left the room and the two girls sighed, reclining on the bed.
"Are you afraid at all?" Matilda asked.
"A little, at times," she said. "But I find that I trust him, after all this time. I trust him completely."
"I suppose I trust him too," Matilda said. "But the thought of being suddenly unable to distinguish reality from fantasy is a little unsettling. I hope he knows what he is talking about, when he says all fantasies give pleasure to the person who has them."
"I'm sure that's true," Lavinia said.
The girls spent the rest of the day reading and walking around the grounds. They saw Mr. Burgess, Mrs. Hatchett, Mr. Rimmer and all the others out taking the air, but no one mentioned the orgiastic games of the recent past. Everything seemed to be as it was. Mr. Rimmer was busy trying to corner Mrs. Hatchett into going into the shrubbery with him. It gave the two girls a big charge when, after peeking furtively around the hedges, Mrs. Hatchett relented. They wondered if she relented out of hedonism or duty to the patient, then decided it actually didn't matter.
They both felt, as they walked around the grounds, that something very big was taking place within them. Something good that was long overdue. They felt very cheerful and held hands laughing and talking like two schoolgirls. The grounds seemed particularly green and odorous, and they both realized - they had been so preoccupied before as not to notice - that spring was coming on. Flowers growing along the hedges and segmenting the lawns gave off their vast perfumes and filled the air with the incense of nature. It was a wonderful afternoon and they stayed, sitting on the benches and chatting amiably with other patients, until the sun went down. Neither went into the cafeteria for dinner. They were both a little tense in spite of their good-natured giddiness, but they had overcome to a great extent the apprehension they had felt immediately after the doctor's briefing. They rose and went back to their room just as the sun went down and night came creeping like a lady in a deep purple velvet gown over the institution.
When they reached their room and closed the door, they hurriedly undressed and climbed under the covers. Breathless, and without speech, they touched each other. Matilda's delicate little hand nestled in the cleavage of Lavinia's buttocks, and Lavinia massaged the knotted clitoris of her lover. They lay like this for some time, neither making an overture beyond the idle, delicious play. Then suddenly they turned and lay each with her face nestled between the pale warmth of the other's thighs. Lavinia thought Matilda had never tasted sweeter. She licked the moist insides of her labia until the pussy yawned voraciously to accept her tongue. She licked as far inside as possible receiving the exact treatment from Matilda, whose sweet little mouth burrowed into Lavinia's cunt like a warm, wet animal, eager to give the maximum pleasure. They came, but this event did not slacken their ardor. Continuing, almost as if no release had been attained, they sucked almost violently now at their cunts, pulling the soft hairy flesh into their mouths and lapping noisily, greedily, until once more they were gasping and bursting with ecstasy. Afterwards they passed into a deep, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning the girls were granted a period of grace, for they woke with absolutely no memory of what was to take place that day, until the door opened and the doctor came in.
"Oh!" Lavinia said softly.
"Good morning, Lavinia, Matilda," the doctor said. "I have the medicine for you. It won't take effect until about noon. There is no nausea so you won't have to omit breakfast. I suggest that when Mrs. Hatchett shows you into your separate rooms, you he down and close your eyes and just let your minds go. The drug will take effect much faster, and your period will begin sooner. There's absolutely nothing to worry about. I would like to see you after breakfast but I can't, so Mrs. Hatchett will give you any necessary last minute instructions."
"Are you busy?" Lavinia asked.
"Yes," the doctor chuckled. "Mr. Rimmer did a strange thing last night. He escaped. The same way you two escaped, only out through a different route. But the result was the same. He was arrested and brought to court. I'm going in to bring him back. He has to do another year here beyond his cure date, now. Same as the two of you. I know it's bad for him, but I can't help seeing the humor in the old man's conduct. He's a funny old fellow.
"Here, you may as well take these now, then go on and have breakfast. I'll see you in a couple of days at most."
He handed the pills to the girls and they swallowed them. Then the doctor was gone.
On the light note of Mr. Rimmer's escape and capture, Matilda and Lavinia went off to eat, ate little, and on their way out of the cafeteria, they were approached by Mrs. Hatchett.
"Come on girls," she said cheerfully, "I'll take you to your rooms."
They entered a seldomly frequented wing of the building and stopped before a door.
"This is yours, Matilda. Go on inside and he down on the bed. We'll be watching, and it will be pleasant anyway, so don't worry about a thing, dear."
Lavinia kissed Matilda good-bye, and went on down the hall with Mrs. Hatchett. A few doors more and they were at her room.
"Here you go, Lavinia. Have pleasant dreams."
"I will, hopefully," Lavinia said. Then the door closed behind her and she was gone.
The room was an ordinary one-room apartment with adjoining bathroom. The bed was wide and soft. She took her clothes off, showered quickly and dried herself, then stretched out on the bed. She was already drowsy, but had no idea if this was a result of the drug or natural weariness.
The walls of the apartment were pale blue. Very pleasant. And the soft mist seeping from the invisible pores of the walls was also pleasant. Very soft, damp, shimmering, as if veiling a muted light. She felt the comfortable mattress under her body and saw the ceiling, obscured completely now by the mist. Something was there. A painting? A ceiling mural? She couldn't be certain. She tried hard to focus her eyes and peer through the mist. Leaves. Heavy branches covered with thick leafy foliage towered above her, breaking away into patches of clear blue sky. A few birds sailed far overhead. Somewhere water lapped at the edges of a pond. Grass rustled. The air was rich and loamy with the fecund odors of virgin woods.
Lavinia, dripping naked, emerged from the crystal stream and walked across the thick green grass of the forest floor. The water was like liquid crystal, cool and refreshing. She liked the way it glistened in little diamond droplets over the smooth, tawny surface of her skin. She hadn't wet her hair, and it hung now in dry, sheafy bundles down her back. It swirled and brushed luxuriously against her slim waist, the smooth, round globes of her ass.
She reached the grape-hung clearing where she wanted to lie in the drowsy shade, and she stretched out on the moss. Then she heard the music. Faint at first, so it was impossible to determine what sort of instrument was producing the music, it became more distinct second by second, as if the music source were mobile, approaching her with sure, strong strides. She sat up and listened intently now. There was some alien factor, some strange quality in the music which fascinated her. It was like the wood itself had awoke, giving voice to its deep, leafy fecundity. The music was the soft wind blowing over still dales, through the leaf-gorged knots of trees and shrubbery, out of the dank, mysterious caves. She became entranced. She rose and walked a few steps toward the approaching music, passing out of the clearing and into the thicker part of the forest. She was surrounded by thick shadows, and the green incense of trees, untouched directly by sunlight for years.
The satyr came out of one of the darkest of these shadows, with a bound, stopping short on his cloven hooves, slowly taking the pipe from his heavy, sensual lips. His body carried the rank odor of fur and perspiration, and another, unmistakable odor, similar to the heat odor of livestock. His legs from the waist down were thick with dark fur, and from the waist up he had the human physique of a body builder. His whole facial expression was one of uninhibited lust and joy.
Lavinia saw the creature and gasped. Not frightened to flight, she became even more entranced by the creature's beauty. He was pure animal grace as he did a little expressive dance around her, bringing once more to his lips the reed flute with which he had made the lovely music. This time, the sharp, clear notes went through her like arrows. Her nerves tingled, and then her attention shifted, almost as if forced by some external entity, toward the satyr's genitals.
His nuts were like billiard balls, in a leathery, furry pouch that swung low between his legs as he danced. And his cock was the most splendid organ Lavinia had ever seen. As wide and thick as a man's wrist, it was about nine inches long, with a glans the size of a crab apple. The sheath was covered with a fine, feltlike fur. The bestial cock was partly erect, but growing firmer with each step toward Lavinia.
At the last instant, when the satyr dropped his pipes and leaped for her, she panicked! With a frightened, girlish shriek she bolted and dashed back toward the clearing and the stream.
But her flight was useless.
She felt the thing's hot, musky breath on her back, then his strong, sinewy arms around her waist, and the great weight of his body dragging her to the soft earth. She squirmed and struck at the satyr, who laughed now, lustily, with a sound approximating the joyous whinny of a goat, or perhaps a small horse. His toothy jaw closed over one of her firm vanilla breasts. His teeth sank in, and with his rough, porous tongue, he worried her nipple until it burst forth, swollen like a ripe fruit.
Aware that she was at the creature's unnatural, whimsical mercy, she stopped resisting, and pretended to have fainted.
The satyr chuckled hoarsely and, releasing his hold on her breast, he parted her legs roughly and began to lap at the soft, down pot of her cunt with the long, broad tongue. It slithered into her at least six inches, slithered out, then in again, and it was more delight than she could stand. She gave up her ruse of unconsciousness and lifted her long, slim legs high, and held them as far apart as possible. The satyr threw his maned head back and laughed heartily now, then set to applying his marvelous tongue to her thighs. He wet her legs liberally, then, parting the pink cheeks of her ass he began to lick her asshole. His tongue pried into the tiny hole, darted into it, deep, then withdrew. She was in a fit of ecstasy now. She showed the thing with her frantic gestures that she wanted to taste that splendid cock between his legs. He snorted and seated himself on the grass beside her. She knelt between his legs, her hands wound in the thick fur, and lapped hungrily at his nuts until the fur was slick with saliva. This treatment caused the organ to expand and grow at least another three inches. She placed the round oval of her pouted lips against the base of the cock and sucked until the creature began to gasp with pleasure. Then she traced a line up the erect organ with her tongue, until she was able to suck the apple into her mouth and savor it. She wanted to suck the juice from it, clutching his legs and moaning as he drove the prick into her until it butted against the back of her throat.
When she was certain she had sucked him until he was on the verge of coming, he withdrew, grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and threw her onto her stomach. Before she could rise he pounced on her, parted her legs with his knees and drove half the massive tool deep into her anus. A lance of fire shot through her body and she screamed, but by the time the satyr had stroked into her two or three times, she loosened, and accepted the portion of the great cock which he had administered to her. The pain gradually became a dull, throbbing pleasure. He nibbled at her ears and neck until she shivered, and once more, as his movement and breath predicted a stupendous orgasm, he withdrew. This time he turned her onto her back, and before she could blink her eyes in astonishment at his great strength, he rammed the twelve inches of throbbing hot prick into her wet cunt, jamming it home until the wet sack of his nuts slapped against her asshole. She shrieked with pleasure and locked her legs around his waist, screwing her body onto that burgeoning prick as it sent wave after wave of orgasms through her body. She thought she would fall apart with excess of pure pleasure. She was half delirious, when she felt the satyr withdraw, then opened her mouth and received his cock once more as it burst and filled her throat with come that was like warm honey.
When Lavinia awoke, she didn't know where she was. She sat up and looked around. When her head cleared she saw that she sat beside a clear stream, in a gentle, grassy clearing. On the other side of the stream were several stone cottages, and on this side, not too far away, was a large crude cathedral. Bells were ringing, and people filed into the church, dressed in their best clothes.
Lavinia felt an overpowering desire to go to confession. In spite of the fact that the clothes she wore were simple and plain, she rose and joined the procession filing into the church. When she was inside she saw that the services were over, so she waited for a moment until one of the confessionals emptied, then she went inside and closed the curtain.
A thin gauze cloth separated her from the confessor, and without thinking, Lavinia pulled this away.
The man on the other side of her, although dressed in black and wearing the traditional white collar, seemed rather young. His face was bright and blemishless, as if fired from behind by the light of grace.
"What would you like to tell me?" he asked.
Lavinia said nothing. It was like being outside herself and watching her body go through the act of undressing. The confessor watched calmly as she removed her clothes and spread her legs in the seat so the man could see the soft clump of hair between her sweet, pale thighs. He reached out with one hand and sprinkled a little holy water on her breasts. He tweaked her nipples until they were taut.
"Please place your heels on the seat, child," the man said. And gathering up his robes, he dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth against the damp lips of her vagina. She laced her fingers behind his head and pushed her cunt against the cool tongue that parted her lips and slipped into the nestle of her vulva. It felt wonderful. He ate her calmly, licking the clitoris, the spongy vaginal walls. When she became aroused and her panting filled the small booth, the man held her lips apart with his fingers and sucked at her clitoris until she stiffened, groaned, and came. When she opened her eyes he was standing beside her and they were, surprisingly enough, in an open field. At one end of the field was a barn with a large, hanging door.
"Come with me, child," he said. "There are exciting things to do in there. Let us go there at once."
When they entered the barn Lavinia saw that, rather than cows standing with their necks in the stalls, (for it was a dairy barn,) there stood, bent at the waist and masked with feed bags, twenty or thirty women. One of the stalls was empty and it was here Lavinia's confessor led her, telling her to bend forward so he could adjust the planks against her neck to hold her in place. She did as he bid without questioning him. When she was locked firmly in place, the confessor disrobed and took from a rack on the wall part of a horse rein. It was a single leather strap about an inch wide and a quarter of an inch thick. With this in hand, he walked piously up and down the line of exposed buttocks, giving all a sound lashing. The blows fell stinging and painful on Lavinia's buttocks and thighs. She cried out and salty tears welled up in her eyes.
When the man had finished applying the lash to the row of quivering buttocks, the pillars of wealed flanks, he stripped his garment off and stroked his knotty, gnarled cock until it grew erect, then he proceeded to penetrate the women, one at a time, beginning with the first in line and progressing until he had slipped his organ, one stroke per woman, into each of his victims. Lavinia had felt his tool slide into the moistened cavity of her vagina, then withdraw, and heard the woman next to her gasp as the confessor made his rounds. When he had finished, he came around to the other side of the stalls and brutally snapped Lavinia's head back by yanking her hair, and instructed her to open her mouth. He plunged his prick into her mouth and came immediately.
Everything became misty.
Lavinia was released from the cow stocks, and a leash was placed around her neck.
Someone led her from the barn, back through the pastures and down to the stream. She was released and her captor disappeared.
Exhausted, the girl plunged into the cool water and splashed about, and floated gently in the stream until she felt her strength returning. Across the stream, swimming slowly along the bank, eating lazily the small insects which clung to floating lily pads, were three swans. Two were smaller, and spotted with black, but the third was an enormous white bird of extremely elegant demeanor. He turned his long thin neck and gazed at Lavinia for a moment and glided toward her.
Lavinia was delighted with the swan. She reached out and turned to caress the long neck and the snowy feathers. The swan wasn't at all afraid, and followed her to the bank when she had finished swimming and pulled herself back onto land.
The sunlight was warm and comforting. Lavinia stretched out on the grass and closed her eyes. She felt wonderful. She slept. But not for long.
The swan flew against her with his great weight, furiously flapping his large wings in her face. She tried to sit up to push the bird away, but he was too large, too intent, and he had already situated his bulk on the girl's stomach. She placed her hands against the bird's massive chest and pushed with all her might, but he struck viciously at her, fastening his beak onto her neck and holding her against the earth. His feet were scratching her thighs, and to alleviate the pain she spread them, forcing the bird to find new footing on the ground. And this is what he wanted. He lunged forward and in that instant Lavinia was pierced in a most extraordinary fashion. A long, slim, feathered shaft sank into her pussy. She was pierced so deeply her thighs loosened and fell away from the advance. It was not painful. Like sudden flashes of lightning, the bird threw himself against her, sending waves of pleasure through her glowing loins. At last she succumbed. She lay on the grass while the swan fucked her, flapping his wings and shrieking hysterically. She passed out from sheer delight of her orgasm.
"Lavinia?"
The voice spoke her name softly and she opened her eyes. She was in her room at the institute, and the doctor stood over her bed, smiling down at her. He held her wrist in his fingers and looked at the watch in his hand.
"What happened?" she murmured. She could feel the wetness of her thighs and knew she had come from the realistic force of her dreams.
"The dream testing has come to an end for you," the doctor said. "Matilda, too. We brought her out about an hour ago, and she's fine."
"I feel wonderful," Lavinia said, sitting up and resting her back against the wall. "I'd like to see her."
"You may see her this afternoon, after you've both rested." the doctor said. "I'm going to give you a vitamin injection, as the drug dehydrates the system, and I don't want to take any chances on ruining your health. What kind of dreams did you have, if you don't mind my asking."
"I don't mind. First there was a satyr, then a priest, and last I was raped by a large bird. A swan. I found every experience most enjoyable. I feel good, really good, for the first time in, I don't know how long."
"What else do you remember?" he asked.
She didn't understand exactly what the doctor meant until she began to page through her mind, and realized that she recalled most of her life, even that prior to her admittance to the institute.
She had come from an average home, average parents, and grown up in the city. From early adolescence on she had been fascinated with oral sex, and eventually could tolerate no other style. She had gone to a certified party in her sophomore year and was asked to participate in fornication by a handsome young man. She had refused, insisting that they eat each other and nothing else. One of Lavinia's school rivals overheard her refusal and turned her in to the morals police. It was then that she had been committed to the institute for her abnormal behavior.
"I, I remember it all," she said.
"I thought so. And how do you feel now, offhandedly, about sex?"
"I think I can enjoy any kind, anyway, but I don't want to do anything unless I happen to feel I like it at the moment."
"Very good," he smiled. "I think that in a few hours, when the drug wears off, and you collect yourself, most of your feelings and ideas about this will be more clear, and if everything has worked as I attempted to make it work, you will find that you have the courage of your convictions."
He gave her the vitamin injection and left the room. She did, indeed, feel very good and went to sleep.
Toward evening she awoke again, dressed, and left the room, walking down the corridor toward the cafeteria.
It was with a new perspective that Lavinia saw the familiar faces in the cafeteria. Mr. Rimmer, Mr. Burgess, the redhead, the dark man, all the others, appeared to her to be wearing the masks of their particular afflictions, and she wondered if she saw them thus because she had attained a degree of health that she had never known before.
Matilda sat beside Mrs. Hatchett at a table in the far comer, and after getting her tray, Lavinia went to sit with them. Matilda was very calm, and she greeted Lavinia with a warm, loving smile and a peck on the cheek.
"It was fantastic!" she said, as Lavinia seated herself.
"It certainly was," Lavinia agreed. "How do you feel?"
"Wonderful!" Matilda exclaimed. "I can't wait to get to work!"
"I'm afraid you'll have to wait," Mrs. Hatchett said. "You still have to stay out the rest of your penalty term for escaping. Although you know there's nothing the doctor would like better than to get the two of you out in the field right away. He has seven cases in court now, and three of them look like they have a very good chance of getting into the higher courts. That's where we'll make our victory, if we ever do."
"Are we really cured?" Lavinia asked.
"Yes, you're both quite normal," Mrs. Hatchett laughed. "In fact, neither of you were very sick to begin with. Tomorrow morning you'll be put on the staff, and from that time on the state pays you for being here."
"How funny!" Matilda said. "And it was the state that put us in here."
"Everything works out," Mrs. Hatchett said ironically. "You'll go back to your old room, with full permission to go anywhere on the grounds now, and once a month you will be given a pass to go into the city for a few hours. Well try to make it as pleasant as possible, and I think you will find the work interesting. The doctor said something about using you to give classes. Two classes are open. One in fornication and the other in oral sex. You can choose or you can change off as the mood strikes."
That night, in their old room, they lay nude on the bed and listened to soft music piped in over the new sound system.
"Lavinia, do you still feel the same way about me?"
"Of course I do, Matilda," Lavinia said. She ran her fingers through Matilda's long, glossy black hair. Matilda's face was clear and shining.
"I'm glad," Matilda said. "Because I want to be with you always. I feel that way about you, and it's what I want. Oh, I don't mean the doctor's cure didn't work. I'll want men, too, and in fact I might even like to be married some day, but I'll always want you."
Matilda placed the tip of her tongue against Lavinia's nipple, then took the bud into her mouth and suckled it gently.
As the effects of this gentle nursing manifesto I in Lavinia's cheeks, Matilda moved to the other nipple and kissed that in the same fashion. When both were taut and shiny, she kissed her between her rising breasts, extended her tongue, and traced a thin wet line to the navel, where she let her tongue sink amorously, rolling and moving in a circular motion until Lavinia moaned and opened her thighs slightly. Matilda let her hand rest on Lavinia's pussy until she felt it become warm and damp, then, with her forefinger and thumb, she parted the labia and began to slowly, gently, caress her clitoris.
"How I love that hot little flower bud between your legs," she said. "I love to feel it grow and get hard when I touch it, and I love the way it tastes when I fit my mouth to your pussy and touch it with my tongue."
"Oh Matilda!" Lavinia groaned, feeling the warm waves moving up her thighs and into her abdomen. "Oh Matilda, make love to me! Suck me! Eat my come!"
Matilda, whose face lay resting on the aroused Lavinia's flat abdomen, moved swiftly to a kneeling position between her legs, hooked her hands in the crooks of Lavinia's knees and pushed her legs back until her kneecaps lay next to her hardened, thriving breasts. Her cunt split open and the pink drooling flesh lay bare to the ravaging lips and tongue Matilda placed there. She sucked the whole apparatus of outer and inner labia into her mouth, driving her long, stiff tongue like a hot cock into the moist yielding softness.
It was then, in that act of love, that Lavinia and Matilda both realized to what extent they had been changed by the doctor's labors. Always before during their lovemaking, however liberated it may have been at times, there was always the little web of furtiveness, the hint of guilt in action, movement, and even in speech. But now, there was only joy.
As Matilda sucked and lapped at Lavinia's widening cunt she laughed and giggled with sheer pleasure, and not for one moment was she hindered by any trace of guilt. She held her lover's long legs high apart, and lapped her thighs, the deep dimples on either side of her sex, heir cunt lips,. and her clitoris, with growing joy and abandon. Lavinia wound her fingers in Matilda's loosened hair and screwed her hips upward against the fountainous source of pleasure which was like a slow liquid flow of electricity bursting in the deepest nerve centers. A great dam burst inside her loins and an ocean of white froth sprang from her snatch, sweetened by the nuzzling, sucking lips that clung to her crotch, nursed from that source all the flow and ecstasy it could put forth. In the throes of her passion, Lavinia, sated with her orgasm, broke from Matilda's grasp and, throwing herself across the girl, hurriedly parted her burgeoning thighs and began to suck her clitoris. Matilda drove her forefinger into Lavinia's asshole, which yawned wide as a result of her coming, and this spurred a similar action on Lavinia's part, who pried her finger into the tight little hole of Matilda's anus and worked it into that passage clean to the last knuckle. They were both delirious. Lavinia formed a tight oval of her lips around the salivating slit of Matilda's cunt, and with all her strength, sucked until her mouth filled with the gummy, wet juices. Her chin dripped and her inflamed cheeks were filled, smeared with Matilda's lubrications. It was as if their ardor transformed their surroundings into a sylvan-glinted panorama of glowing and translucent objects. The walls oozed light. Lavinia didn't know when Matilda began to eat her again, but suddenly she was coming and, Matilda was coming. Their essential persons were washed together in a scalding flow of sperm, wave after undulating wave, washing them against the stripped, shoals of their own pure sexuality.
They slept, and when they woke it was dark. Lavinia rose and went to the window, peering out over the neatly trimmed lawn at the austere white walls of the institute and its spreading gray wings. She had recalled finally all her past, and she understood that her neurotic oral obsession was a reaction to the psychologically adverse morality imposed on society by the powers at large. Her past was for her, now, irrelevant to her life. She savored her present relationship with Matilda, and intended to preserve it. And she looked forward to carrying the doctor's crusade for the renovation of social attitudes toward sexual behavior. She felt good, and she felt complete.
Matilda was lying on her side, sleeping soundly. A shaft of moonlight fell across her exquisite, girlish breasts. Lavinia felt her emotions kindled by this sight, and, warming again toward her companion she went back to the bed and stretched out, lying with her face behind Matilda's head, her nose thrust into the musky swatches of her hair. She caressed Matilda's soft buttocks, fingered the damp tuft of hair that covered the sweet crease of her sex. Matilda only moaned gently and unconsciously parted her thighs for the soft probe of Lavinia's finger. She rubbed Matilda's clitoris for a few seconds, and in her sleep, Matilda came.
The next morning the girls woke and went to their job briefings. Matilda would be in charge of instruction in the various methods of fornication, and Lavinia would take charge of classes in oral sex.
The first week of these new activities found the girls eager and inventive in their task, and the doctor more than once took notice of the fact that they were eliciting great responses from the student-patients. In fact, after the first month, each of the girls had contributed greatly toward the final cure of several older patients, and many of the new ones made the transference necessary for their mental health.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lavinia taught oral sex for six months, and at the end of that period she agreed with Matilda to change classes with her, partially for her own benefit and yet, primarily, just to break the growing boredom of routine. Passes into the city had been made available to them almost immediately after the dream testing period, but they had no real desire to take advantage of this privilege. After the class changes, however, the doctor suggested they use their passes and go back into the city, if for no other reason than to acquaint themselves a little with the world they would be moving into. There would be no unnecessary strain as the passes were stamped by state officials and affixed with a notice that the bearer was not responsible for complying with sexual demands made by a citizen, and it was left to the patient's discretion whether or not he would engage in sex with anyone. It was under these conditions that Lavinia and Matilda, after all the months elapsed since their last abortive visit to the city, decided to return.
On a Friday evening the doctor and Mrs. Hatchett sent one of the other instructors into town to buy reasonable clothing for Lavinia and Matilda. The clothes were tried, found to be satisfactory, and after the doctor gave them enough money to see them through the weekend, they went into town on a small supply bus which made regular trips back and forth between the institute and the city.
"Well, the place certainly looks different during the day," Matilda remarked as they stepped off the bus and merged with the thronging pedestrians and shoppers on one of the main avenues.
"Yes, I'll say!" Lavinia exclaimed. "Look at these people! They're all rushing around like the most urgent business was at hand. They look to me like they're under some kind of terrible strain!"
They went into a coffee shop and sat at a small table next to the sidewalk. They watched the people, and they ordered soft drinks. Occasionally they exchanged intimate smiles, and everything seemed to be going fine for them. Once, a short, heavy man in a rumpled blue business suit stopped and gazed at them for a moment, then approached their table.
"You want to go to a licensed party?" he asked. "No," Matilda said softly, "We don't!" An expression of shock and disbelief passed over the man's face. Lavinia reached into her purse and handed him the pass she had been given. He looked at it, scowled, then read the statement that excused them from participation.
"A couple of nuts, eh!" he said bitterly, and turned and waddled down the street. Matilda laughed.
When they had finished their drinks they went to a nearby newsstand and bought a newspaper.
"Oh, listen to this!" she said, taking Lavinia's arm and leading her off the sliding sidewalk so they could stand out of the stream of traffic without being jostled.
She read from an article on the first page: "... There is in our city an underground movement whose members refuse to acknowledge their normal sex drives. They maintain that an individual may have, without being sick, preference of partner and style, and that it is their constitutional right to refuse an invitation by someone they do not know, or someone who may ask them to do something they don't really care for. We have had difficulty with these social misfits before, and everyone knows that Doctor Haight of the nearby institute has filled the courts with what he calls test cases, to try the constitutionality of our laws which provide mandatory sexual gratification for everyone. Dr. Haight, considered something of a quack by many citizens, is revered by this cult...
"It looks like we have some assistance from the enemy's ranks," Matilda laughed. "It goes on to say that the underground members of this cult often go to a certain club on Church Street to discuss the philosophical aspects of the problems, and that so far the city officials have not issued a proclamation concerning them."
"Church Street," Lavinia mused. "Well, what do you say? Shall we take a cab?"
A few minutes later they were getting out of a taxi in front of a dilapidated coffee house on a semideserted street in the slummy section of the city.
"I don't see any club," Lavinia said.
"It must be here. We'll just walk until we see it."
They didn't have far to go. They walked about two blocks and finally came to a coffee house with a large sign hanging over the door.
PEGASUS: HOME OF THE BELIEVERS Inside the coffee shop were six or seven men and women, dressed in clothes that were from a period at least a hundred years before, sporting long hair and beards. Without hesitating, the two girls went inside and ordered drinks.
No sooner were they seated with their orders than a young man from a nearby table rose and came to sit with them. He had shoulder-length hair, a full beard, and wore a one-piece garment that covered all but his bare feet. He smiled at them and offered, without speaking, a cigarette which they had just seen him roll in a tiny machine which he had produced from a pocket concealed in his robe.
"What is it?" Lavinia asked.
"Try it and see," the young man laughed. "It won't hurt you, and it's not an aphrodisiac, I swear it."
They lit the cigarette and smoked it. In a matter of seconds they felt the effect.
"Why, it's the same drug the doctor gave us for the dream testing!" Matilda exclaimed.
"Yes, but not nearly so powerful," Lavinia said. "It's very mild."
"Are you from the institute?" the young man asked upon hearing their remark about dream testing.
"Yes," Lavinia said. "We're patients. We are here on a weekend pass.
"What are you planning to do when you're released?" he asked.
Then Matilda told him their story, from the beginning, and as she talked, several other customers in the club came over to stand at the table, listening with great interest. When she had finished the tale, they began to introduce themselves. To the last, they had been members of the staff or patients at the institute.
"We're winning," the young man claimed. "Over the past two years we've had a hundred cases come up in the courts. Many of them have established precedents. As soon as we manage to get a case into the highest court, we'll have really done something."
"Why haven't you been able to do it?" Lavinia asked.
"I suppose because we haven't been able to involve an important enough personage, and because the city's district attorney, Mr. Cartwright, seems bent on keeping these sex trials out of the high courts."
They spent the evening talking, and as it approached time for the club to close, they were invited to spend the night at a large house on the outskirts of town where most of the cultists stayed.
That night, they made love with several of the members. But it was a different affair by far than their last in the city. No one suggested or asked for cooperation. They simply came together, spontaneously, and did what each sincerely wanted to do for the other. It was during this long night that Lavinia conceived her plan.
The next morning they were driven back into town by the first young man they had spoken to at the Pegasus. He let them off in the most elite residential district, as Lavinia requested. After giving them instructions and a telephone number to call in case they wanted to renew their acquaintance with the cultists, he drove away.
"What on earth prompted you to come here?" Matilda asked.
"I looked a name up in the phone directory last night," Lavinia said. "I have an idea, come on."
They walked until Lavinia found the place they were looking for. It was a large fenced estate, with a guard at the entrance of the driveway. A huge three-story house sat away from the street, surrounded by landscaped gardens and trees.
"Whose place is this?" Matilda asked.
"Mr. Cartwright's, the district attorney!" Lavinia said. "I just wanted to make sure I knew where it was. I think you and I will be coming back here soon."
Matilda could see that Lavinia was unwilling to say any more, so she allowed her to keep silent. They hailed another cab and spent the rest of their weekend doing typical tourist things in the city.
The remainder of the girls' term at the institute passed rapidly. They taught their classes and became involved with the doctor until they had learned his philosophy well. By the time their sentences expired, there wasn't a patient in the institute who did not react with sadness to their departure.
"I almost hate to see you leave," the doctor said as they sat in their room talking, surrounded by suitcases.
"It's sad for us, too," Matilda said. "But we promise to return every so often, and besides, we have work to do. Work you prepared us for."
"I know," the doctor smiled. "Still, it won't be the same around here without you. You know that. I wanted to talk to you before this about your lives on the outside, but I've kept putting it off because, I suppose, I didn't want to face the fact that you were both really leaving. Have you any ideas about what you are going to do?"
"Lavinia says she has a plan, but I haven't heard it yet," Matilda said. "I trust her so I will wait. I'm willing to go along with whatever she has in mind. We will find some way to use what you've taught us, and as we told you, we made friends with the underground on our last visit to the city. We shouldn't have any trouble establishing ourselves."
"If you do, just give me a ring and I'll do anything I can for you," the doctor said. "And as soon as you've made contact with the city officials, get in touch with me right away. I suggest you take it easy and enjoy yourselves for a little while before you make any move, however. You've been here a long time, and you deserve a rest."
"Being here has been restful enough," Lavinia said. "I want to go to work right away. I've got a plan, and I think it will work."
The first evening of their freedom found Lavinia and Matilda in the wealthy residential district they had visited before. A cab let them out a block or so away from the tall iron gate and the uniformed guard.
"Cartwright's place?" Matilda questioned.
"That's right," Lavinia said. "He's never exposed to his public. Therefore he can't be confronted with sexual demands by anyone other than those people he permits near him, and that isn't exactly the kind of situation that exists for John Q. Everybody."
"What do you want to do?" Matilda asked.
"We're going in there, and we're going to make our demands on him."
"They'll arrest us for trespassing," Matilda said.
"Yes, and we'll be guilty. But they'll also arrest us for molesting Mr. Cartwright and his wife. Which will get into court with a lot of publicity."
"Oh Lavinia, that's brilliant!" Matilda exclaimed. "We go inside, we demand that he and his wife cooperate with us in a round of sex, and they will refuse!"
"That's right! And technically, they've broken the law. We'll have them right where we want them, and think of the publicity!"
"But how will we get inside?" Matilda asked.
"If we broke out of the institution, we can break into Mr. Cartwright's house."
The girls, excited to breathlessness by their plan, walked calmly past the guard at the gate, around the corner, and at the lowest place in the fence, scrambled over. It was easy. They dropped softly to the ground under a large grove of willows, and after waiting a moment to ascertain that the guard had not heard them, they began to skirt along the fence, in shadows, moving always toward the large house at the rear of the grounds.
When they reached the house, they went around back and entered through a cellar window. The cellar was dank and dark, but soon they found the stairway and the door that opened onto the first floor of the mansion. Softly, they trod across the pile carpeting, past the huge, draped windows, and up the stairway that led to the second floor.
After peering furtively into two rooms, a library and a study, they discovered the district attorney's sleeping quarters.
Lavinia closed the door and locked it.
Matilda turned the lights on.
The man and his wife lay sleeping in a large, double bed. He was past middle age, but in good health, and actually not bad looking, Lavinia noticed. And his wife, much younger, was near the girls' age. It was she who awoke first. She looked at the girls in astonishment.
"Who are you? What are you doing in our bedroom?"
Quickly, Matilda and Lavinia shucked their clothes. They stood over the bed naked. Matilda grabbed the shocked woman's hand and thrust it between her legs. She grasped one of the woman's breasts and gave it a squeeze.
"We came to make love to you and your husband!" she said.
"George! George! The house is full of perverts!" Mrs. Cartwright screamed.
Then he awoke and sat upright, his eyes fastened to the sleek beauty of the two girls who stood beside the bed. One of them was holding his wife's hand between her legs and fondling both her breasts now.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he growled. "Who are you? I'll have you arrested for this!"
"My name is Matilda, and this is Lavinia," Matilda laughed. "We request that you and your wife make love with us. Now."
Before the man could answer, Matilda ripped the blanket away and revealed the bodies of the couple. Mrs. Cartwright was almost paralyzed. Mr. Cartwright was so flustered he could hardly speak. He blubbered and stammered as Lavinia came round the bed and grabbed his cock. She swung herself over him, her face toward his feet, her buttocks thrust up, her snatch inches from his mouth.
"It's our constitutional right to demand sexual satisfaction from you!" she said. "And I want mine now. Get your tongue in this hot cunt of mine and start sucking it up, or you're breaking the law!"
"George, this is insane!" Mrs. Cartwright howled. And then Matilda parted the lady's legs and fastened her mouth to her cunt. Mrs. Cartwright gasped and tried to sit up, but Matilda held her down, her tongue thriving in the tight gash. She had already found the woman's clitoris and, against her will, it was hardening.
"Are you going to cooperate with us?" Lavinia asked. She took the man's limp cock into her mouth and rubbed the soft glans with the tip of her tongue. He writhed.
"Of course not!" he screamed. "This is private property. You have no right to come in here! You're trespassing!"
"We're guilty of trespassing," Lavinia said, releasing the suddenly semierect penis, "but if you don't cooperate, you're guilty of a far greater crime. A crime for which you've sent a lot of people to jail and the institution."
"Get out of here!" he yelled. But Lavinia took his cock into her mouth again and sucked it until it yielded to her art, growing firm and erect. Still, he would not touch the sweet pussy she offered him. Nor was Mrs. Cartwright attempting to reciprocate, although Matilda had turned herself so she, too, had her sex thrust inches from her partner's face. She pulled the lips of Mrs. Cartwright's pussy apart with her fingers and lapped furiously at the swollen bud and at the pink folds of flesh.
"I'll have you arrested for this!" The district attorney howled with rage and threw Lavinia off. He leaped from bed and dashed into the door, finding it locked. He fumbled with the lock for a moment, unlocked the door and flashed into the hallway. They could hear him dialing the telephone.
Lavinia laughed and turned her attentions to Mrs. Cartwright, who lay gasping like a fish as Matilda sucked at her yawning cunt.
"Cooperate!" Lavinia demanded. "It's the law!" Grabbing the lady's hair, she pushed her face into the soft crotch of Matilda's legs. Mrs. Cartwright gagged and pulled away. Lavinia bent her neck down and took one of the woman's breasts into her mouth. She spoke around clenched teeth.
"Your husband has refused to cooperate, and that's all we need. If you don't cooperate, I'm going to bite the end of this tit off."
"Please, please don't hurt me."
Lavinia grated her teeth carefully against the nipple. She could hear the slurping noises Matilda made as she scraped at the foaming cunt with her tongue.
Mrs. Cartwright, out of fear of injury, and perhaps because the attention Matilda gave her pussy was getting to her, succumbed. She closed her eyes and pressed her mouth against Matilda's snatch. Lavinia held her hand behind the woman's head to make certain she did not falter.
"Put your tongue inside!" she hissed at the woman.
Mrs. Cartwright slipped her tongue into Matilda's warm pot. Matilda moaned and wriggled her ass in the woman's face.
"Put some heart in it!" Lavinia urged.
Matilda thrust her finger into Mrs. Cartwright's asshole. She gasped and buckled under the thrust, her mouth wide over Matilda's cunt now, and Lavinia pressed her face harder into that softly haired dimple.
"Eat it, Mrs. District Attorney!" she cried.
Then, Mrs. Cartwright began to come, and as she came, she lost her last ounce of defense against the unusually stimulating erotic play that was being committed on her body. With a loud cry she began to lap hungrily at the dampness between Matilda's legs.
Everyone heard the sirens.
When Mrs. Cartwright began her second shuddering orgasm, Matilda released her and threw her arms around Lavinia. They kissed. She slid down and parted Lavinia's legs. Mrs. Cartwright watched with the eyes of a zombie.
Laughing with the hysterical joy of their accomplishment, and with the ecstasy Matilda was wreaking between her thighs, Lavinia held her legs straight away from her body and as far apart as possible. Matilda sucked and lapped and licked at the sweet cunt until Lavinia groaned, closed her eyes and began to twitch. Then she pulled herself up and began to nibble at Lavinia's breasts. They embraced and Lavinia wound her legs around Matilda's waist. She was weeping for joy now as she ground herself against the soft body of her lover.
Mrs. Cartwright lay with both hands over her own cunt, her eyes still glued to the undulating figures beside her.
As Mr. Cartwright came back into the bedroom. Lavinia and Matilda broke away from each other and sat up smiling at the man.
"Roslyn, Roslyn, are you all right?" he asked.
"I think so," Mrs. Cartwright moaned.
And then the police arrived. Lavinia and Matilda handed over their identification. On the way out, Lavinia asked the officer if she could use the hall telephone to make a call. He agreed.
"Hello, doctor?" she said as he answered the telephone at his office in the institute.
"Yes, is that you, Lavinia?"
"Yes, Matilda and I are at the home of the district attorney. We've been arrested for trespassing. They just refused to cooperate with our sexual suggestions. I think you should come down to the police headquarters at once." The doctor began to laugh. "I'll be there with bells on," he said, "and a whole staff of angry lawyers."
