5 comments/  279997 views/  36 favorites

The Examination Ch. 01

By: vargas111



Kathy Black was mad as hell. She had been sitting in her gynecologist's office for FORTY FIVE minutes waiting for her 4:30 appointment. With this delay she wouldn't be able to get back to the office this evening to polish the brief she was preparing for next Monday's hearing of the Ferguson case. She couldn't understand how Janet could let her office staff do this to her. Especially now that she was a Junior Partner, her time was valuable. This delay was costing her close to $1,500.

Kathy had been in a foul mood today, anyway. That asshole, Paul Graves, had been skulking around her office trying to get her to go out with him again. What a skumbag! He knew that she knew he was married and he didn't make any secret about his lewd intentions. Did he think that just because he was a Senior Partner, the newest Junior Partner would sleep with him in gratitude?

She certainly didn't need a pushy bastard like Paul Graves in her life. Kathy already had a perfectly satisfactory boyfriend who was properly infatuated with the sexy young lawyer. She had only to wait another six months until his inheritance vested fully to let him make her Mrs. Trent Atturbury. She would take his name and take his money and in return he would get ... to be seen in public with her.

Trent's family didn't like Kathy. Daddy thought she was a high-class bitch and a golddigger. That was because Bob Atturbury knew a lot more about women and about life than the somewhat othoerworldly Trent ever would. One of the few mistakes Kathy had ever made with a man was to think she could sweeten up old Bob by seducing him. Oh, getting him into her bed was no trouble; he was a horny old goat. Fucked damned good, too. Better than Trent, but then, who didn't? The next morning, however, Bob just laughed at her and said he had only wanted to see just how big a slut she was. Fortunately, although Trent didn't have half his Daddy's brains, he would soon have half of Daddy's money.

***

The receptionist behind the counter wasn't helping Kathy's mood, either. "Suzie" was yacking away on the telephone. Kathy cringed at her own politically incorrect characterization of the young woman who was, no doubt, a victim of an oppressive patriarchal society, but dammit, she was an obvious bimbo. To make matters worse she was painting her nails a garish red while she talked to a girlfriend about the way some `total hunk' could `turn her inside out' in bed. Where was Ruth, Janet's regular receptionist, Kathy wondered?

Truth be told, the premises also had Kathy's nose out of joint. Dr. Janet McGuire's former office had been a suite in a downtown office block near Kathy's own. When Kathy had made this appointment for her annual check-up, she had been surprised to learn that Janet's office had moved. Whatever possessed Janet to bring her downtown obstetrics and gynecology practice -- so convenient for career women like herself -- to this large old house on the outskirts of town? The grounds were indeed spacious and the setting was beautiful in a bucolic sort of way, but so out of character for Janet. Kathy had chosen Janet as her OBGYN in part because they were similar types: ambitious, single, hard-working, hard-playing, city girls.

If the house and grounds were puzzling, the new decor was ghastly. Kathy had appreciated the understated former waiting room, done in dark woods and green leather. It had looked like the public area of any other professional firm. The present surroundings screamed out a change. The room was furnished with low couches in the most cloying `feminine' pastel upholstery. The pattern of the wall covering looked like a cheep valentine. Flowers, voluptuous nymphs, cupids shooting arrows! Gad! The classical music Janet had previously favored had been replaced by `romantic' soft rock. Kathy had made the receptionist turn off the TV tuned to Oprah re-runs.

The reading material only rubbed in the office's disconcerting transformation. Gone were the almost up-to-date issues of "The New Yorker," "New Republic," "Progressive," and "New York Review of Books." In their place were copies of magazines Kathy had never seen before with names like "Maternity Today," "Babies!," "Body and Child." The worst was one was "Total Woman." Kathy leafed through it in disgusted fascination. She couldn't believe Janet knew what was out here in her waiting room. This publication was an insult to any modern woman. It was filled with "advice" on how to look, dress, talk, and act to please men. "Men Like Minis," "The Lost Art of Being Seduced," "Let Him Give You Super Orgasms." "Is Breast Enlargement for You?" (If you were less than a 40DD, the unsurprising answer was "yes.") Revolting!

The articles that didn't deal with having sex were about having babies. "Persuading Him to Give You Another Baby," "Twins are Twice the Fun," "Herbs To Increase Your Fertility." "Secon Time Around" suggested that one the youngest child was in college it was fun to have a couple more, "just for fun!" "The Talk" advised explaining your surprise pregnancy to your teenage daughter by telling her that, "Daddy decided he wanted Mommy to have more babies and Mommy loves Daddy so much she wants him to give her one." And not to worry because "Daddy makes enough money so Mommy doesn't have to work and can stay home to take care of you and the new babies." Outrageous! Judging by the reading material, the OB part of the practice seemed to have swallowed up the GYN.

"The doctor is almost ready to see you," Suzie announced. "Let me just take some information. Give me a second to get over there; I'm not moving too fast these days," she grinned.

When the receptionist stood up, Kathy gasped and saw what she meant. Suzie wasn't just pregnant, she was huge.

Suzie smiled again when she noticed Kathy was staring as the receptionist waddled up to her with the clipboard. "Twins," she said pointing with pride to her bloated abdomen.

Suzie asked a lot of the usual questions. She seemed really to perk up when she heard that Kathy was in the middle of her menstrual cycle. Some of the questions on the other hand, seemed unnecessarily personal and rather crudely phrased. Did Kathy have a regular boyfriend. How frequently she "get laid?" How many times a night could he "screw" her? Did she have multiple orgasms each time her "did her?" How did she manager when she didn't have a man to "get her off?"

Even aside from the vulgar language, Kathy was put off by the whole interrogation. Everything the nurse asked seemed to be either prying or information that the regular receptionist would not have had to ask. "Where is Ruth, today?" Kathy inquired letting more annoyance into her voice than she intended.

"Oh, she leaves early every afternoon so she can nurse her new baby boy."

Kathy was dumbfounded. Ruth? Ruth Pritchet with a baby? Kathy knew that several years ago Ruth's abusive husband had run off with a younger woman he had made pregnant, leaving Ruth struggling to bring up two teenage daughters. The experience had left Ruth with a rather sour (realistic, in Kathy's opinion) view of men. Ruth had never so much as mentioned dating. How, in less than a year since Kathy's last appointment, had Ruth met (and married?) a man and given him a baby? It made no sense. The beatific smile of the receptionist compounded Kathy's dismay. Didn't the little ditz realize the loss of independence that having baby presented to a 45 year old woman like Ruth with almost grown children? No, Kathy thought, `she' wouldn't! That's why she'd let some guy make her pregnant.

"Kathy, `darling.'"

Kathy was still trying to digest the news about Ruth as her head snapped around to see her friend, Emma Parks. Kathy was in for her second shock. Emma was just coming out of the doctor's inner office, beaming. Well, `glowing' was the cliche‚ word. Kathy hardly believed her eyes. Emma's tummy poked out under an almost indecently short maternity dress. She looked about seven months gone.

"Emma!... You're..." Kathy stumbled over her words, overcome by surprise.

"Pregnant!" her friend confirmed with a big silly grin.

"Uh, congratulations," Kathy offered somewhat insincerely. Emma was a woman about Kathy's own age whom she had known since before her friend had met and married Frank last year. Kathy was leery of commitments herself, but had to admit that Frank, a gentle, funny suitor, seemed OK for Emma. The rising marketing executive had told her, however, that after the wedding Frank had turned out to be "kind of a Neanderthal." "He would be happy to keep me home, barefoot and pregnant if I didn't hold him off," she laughed. Emma didn't plan on giving Frank any children for some time, however, until her career was better established. She was fighting her way up the ladder of a somewhat old-fashioned firm and she didn't want to "give the old bastards any excuses" not to recognize her ability.

"Yes, isn't it `wonderful'?" her friend gushed.

"It's kind of a surprise." Kathy replied. "I thought you ..."

"Well, yes," Emma let out an embarrassed giggle. "I guess it was sort of an accident. [silly grimace] Dr. Bock told me to go off the pill for a while and I guess Frank isn't very good at using condoms. [giggle] And with the testosterone pills the doctor gave me, well, I was just wanted Frank to `do it' to me all the time. I guess I let him `do me' once too often." she shrugged, obviously not unhappy with the outcome.

Why would a doctor recommend that Emma stop taking contraceptives? And testosterone, wasn't that the stuff that made women...? Stifling these questions Kathy settled for, "Dr. Bock? Who's that? Janet has a solo practice here, doesn't she?"

"Not any more she doesn't," Emma replied with a mischievous sing-song. "Dr. Bock is Janet's new `partner.' And I don't blame her. He is a `hunk.'"

Kathy was getting really annoyed by Emma's attitude. It reminded her too much of those damned magazines. Why did she have to be so "giggly" and "girlish?"

"Why would you be seeing Janet's new partner instead of her, anyway?"

"Oh, Dr. Bock has been taking all Janet's cases for about six months now "

"Why? What's wrong with Janet?"

"Absolutely nothing, darling. She's happy as a kitten lapping cream. It's just that James thought she should stay home and take care of herself until the baby arrived. And now that she's nursing .... That's what I'm going to do, too."

"Baby!" Kathy exploded. What the hell was going on here? Was every female associated with this infernal clinic having a baby? Kathy tried to regain her composure. "I didn't even know Janet had a ... boyfriend. Who is the James she's married?"

"Well, they aren't exactly `married,'" Emma confessed, conspiratorially. "James is just living with her. And I already told you who he is -- Dr. Bock, James Bock."

"When and how did all this happen?" Kathy asked in disbelief.

"I don't know the whole story," Emma began, lowering her voice. "James was just out of medical school and came her for an interview. Janet seems to have kind of fallen for him in a big way. She let him invite her out for dinner the first day they met. I hear she took him back to her apartment that night and I'll bet it wasn't to pore over Gray's Anatomy," Emma giggled.

"They started dating and before anybody knew it, James was living with Janet and working here at the clinic. A few weeks later, she missed her period. That made Dr. Bock her partner in more ways than one. -- Well, I `told' you he is a hunk. -- After a couple of months they decided to move their office to this place. Don't you just `love' it?"

This tale answered some of Kathy's questions, but raised a lot of new ones. She couldn't understand the Janet McGuire she knew, not only taking up with a man ten year younger than she, but immediately letting him knock her up (even if he is a `hunk' as Emma so irritatingly asserted). Nor could she see Janet pulling out of her medical practice for an extended period to care for herself and a baby because "James though she should."

"When is Janet coming back?" Kathy inquired.

"OH, I don't know. Maybe not for a while. I hear James has her pregnant again."

"Well, got to run," Emma gushed as she flounced off. "Frank likes me to have his dinner ready for him when he gets home. That way we can spend more time in bed with his you know what in my you know where." Kathy was still gaping at this explanation when the door of the inner office opened.

"Kathy, the doctor will see you now."

Kathy was surprised to see a tall, stunning black woman who introduced herself as Amaka. She wore a parody of a nurse's uniform. It was short, barely covering her crotch and cut low in from to reveal large breasts. She had large dangling earrings and a flashy pendant lay on her bosom. "Please accept our apologies for the delay, Kathy. I'm sure you understand, Dr. Bock has such a heavy work load."

Why did everybody have to be on a first name basis. She resented being called "Kathy" by someone she didn't know. Its was condescending. "So I see," Kathy replied a bit sarcastically. "But I hope you realize ...".

"Now, now, Kathy. Don't be upset. Dr. Bock will not want to see you like that. Just slow down. Take a few deep breaths. We've done everything we can here to create a calm, peaceful atmosphere. We've taken you far form the hustle and bustle of the city. This should be a soothing, comforting place where you can leave your tensions and concerns behind you. Please, forget your worries. Just ease up a little and relax... relax."

Kathy was astounded. Why was this striking woman with those beautiful chocolate breasts speaking to her as if she was a child, going on and on about being relaxed and calm? Amazingly, though, it was working; she `was' starting to unwind as the sexy woman continued to speak. Amaka had such a soft yet commanding voice and Kathy couldn't take her eyes off of those luscious breasts and the pendant that was flashing... flashing in her eyes. In fact, it was getting hard to remember just why she had ever been upset in the first place. Kathy wasn't really paying attention to what Amaka was saying anymore. She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes.

"Good girl, Kathy. You are totally relaxed, totally at peace. Now we are going to get you ready for the doctor to see you. Here, let me help you off with your clothes."

Kathy opened her eyes dreamily at the woman who was reaching down to unbutton her blouse. Instinctively, she raised her hands but Amaka shushed her. "That's alright, baby. You're a little out of it. I'll do everything for you."

It felt strange, but nice to let this sexy woman undress her like a little girl being put to bed for the night by her nanny. Soon her blouse had been laid aside and her brassiere was unclasped and placed beside her blouse. "You have lovely breasts," Amaka whispered as she fondled them. Kathy was glad this hot young woman liked her breasts, but she didn't say anything.

Kathy hardly knew when she stood up at Amaka's gentle touch to allow her skirt to be deftly removed, but she felt a little thrill when Amaka's soft hands slipped under the waistband of her panties and slithered the silky garment down to her ankles. The dazed young lawyer was completely nude except for her heels when she let the pretty black woman lead her to an examination table and lay her down.

"Now just relax, Kathy. I am going to examine these very pretty titties," Amaka explained. Slowly, with almost feathery touches, she began to brush and stroke Kathy's breasts which immediately hardened. Seeing the effect this had on the semi-conscious young woman, Amaka began a more decided massaging and gentle pinching of the protruding nipples.

Kathy moaned with pleasure. "Feels good, doesn't it baby? I knew titties this big had to be super sensitive. You like having your titties felt up, don't you?" Kathy's whimpers were her only reply. "The file says you have regular boyfriend but you haven't let him fuck you in over a week. So these beauties haven't been getting the loving they deserve, have they"

"Oh, no!" Kathy whimpered.

"You know a girl like you shouldn't go so long without sex. You ought to have a man in you every night. You must be really horny. I'll bet you're getting wet down here, aren't you girl?" Amaka asked as she pushed Kathy's legs apart ad slipped a long smooth finger into her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Kathy sighed.

"Are you ever a juicy one! Your boyfriend must like you. No trouble getting the biggest cock in a pussy this wet," Amaka commented as she slipped another and then a third fingers deep into Kathy's well-lubricated vagina.

"Poor horny baby, I'll bet you really need to come, don't you?" Kathy's moan might have been an attempt at protest, but Amaka took it as an affirmative. "That's it. Just close your eyes and let Amaka get you off, honey," the black woman cooed and pushed Kathy's legs farther apart while beginning to work on Kathy's pussy with more determination.

"No,  Ohhhh. Don't  Ohhhh!"

"Don't worry, honey, it's natural to get turned on during these examinations. You are just a healthy, sexy girl who hasn't had a good come in way too long. Now you relax and let me do you. It's so easy to come on my fingers... Let your self go, baby. You want to come so bad... I can make you feel so good, honey... Relax... Don't fight me, baby... Let me give you want... what you need...That's it, hump my hand, baby... It feel so good... You're getting there. So...close... NOW!"

Amaka gave one final flick to Kathy's clitoris and the helpless young lawyer surrendered herself to an enormous orgasm that seemed to go on and on. Kathy sobbed her release and gasped "Yes, Oh yes... Oh yes.. Oh yes."

"Good girl, Kathy...You had a good come... Now you can realty relax... Float down gently,... floating,... So relaxed... so satisfied... That's it, breathe deeply now... You came really hard, baby. You re exhausted... You need to rest now. Close your eyes. A good cum always makes a girl sleepy ... sooo sleepy, baby. Just rest. You need a little nap," the smiling nurse said, her voice dropping to a barely audible whisper. "You can't stay awake, Kathy. . . You're going to sleep,... sleep,... s l e e p..."

After observing the young woman on the table for a few seconds to be sure she was really out, Amaka reached over and hit the intercom button. "I've got her under, James. Everything worked as you said."

"Give her about ten minutes of the audio, darling. I'll be right in," the voice replied, sounding slightly winded. Amaka made a face imagining why attending to the plump Mrs. Rutherford might have James slightly out of breath. Then she smiled as she slipped the earphones onto the lolling head of the sleeping young woman. Only minutes ago Kathy had been so full of hard, aggressive energy. Now she was the image of docile femininity

Almost fifteen minutes went by before Dr. James Bock joined Amaka at the side of the beautiful nude woman deeply asleep on the examining table. He kissed Amaka on the cheek. "Good job darling."

The sexy black woman turned her body into his, attempting to make the kiss into something more. "If it's such a good job, why no reward, stud?" she asked, disappointed.

"Business before pleasure, pet," he grinned and pushed her away playfully.

"Hello, Kathy. I'm Dr. Bock. You can look at me." Kathy's eyes opened, but did not seem to take much in at first. Then she focused on the source of that marvelous voice. Smiling down at her was the yummiest man she had ever seen. `Hunk' was exactly the right word for him

"I've completed your examination, Kathy, and you are in very good shape. There are just a few things I want you to do for me. Will you do what I tell you?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Good girl, now listen carefully...."

It took only a few minutes to give Kathy the instructions and for her to acknowledge each one. "Good. Be sure to take your pills and listen to the tapes every day, so you won't continue to suffer the kind of sexual inhibitions that have been troubling you." Kathy was still lying down, but managed to nod her agreement although she felt a little confused, not having been aware of being troubled by any sexual inhibitions until now.


The Examination Ch. 01



"Amaka tells me you became extremely aroused during the breast examination. Is that right?" Again Kathy nodded. "Nothing to worry about. It's typical of a highly sexed young woman like you who has not been having sufficiently frequent sexual intercourse. In fact, I believe you are still aroused even though Amaka helped you reach climax already," the Dr. remarked as he slid a finger into Kathy's pussy. Although Kathy had no memory of even having on the earphones, she had become wet again, as the tape had taught her she needed frequent sex and made a number of suggestions on behavior modifications to help her achieve this goal.

"Is it true that you that you have not had intercourse in over a week?" the doctor asked.

Kathy nodded again, although it was hard to concentration anything except the doctor's hand in her pussy. "That's way too long, Kathy. A highly sexed girl like you should never go a full day without getting fucked, isn't that right?"

"Oh, yes," Kathy agreed.

"And what happens when you don't get fucked for several hours?

"I get really horny," Kathy said as if reciting a lesson.

"And are you horny right now?" the doctor asked.

"Oh, yes!" Kathy moaned as the doctor continued to massage her twat.

"You need to come, don't you, Kathy?"

"Yes, YES, YESSSSSS!" she screamed as the smiling doctor brought her to a thunderous climax without stopping his manipulation of her sex.

"That was a good one, Kathy. You are a very responsive young woman. You have a great capacity for pleasure. You're going to come again, aren't you?"

"Uh huh," Kathy responded barely able to think so intense was the pleasure flowing from between her legs.

"You are a messy girl when you come, Kathy. Don't you think we should stuff something up your cunt to keep you from leaking juice on the table the next time you come?"

"Yes," Kathy agreed, barely able to think

"What should it be, Kathy, a big cock?"

"Oh, yes," she moaned.

"Well, I see no reason to postpone the beginning of your therapy. Would you like me to fuck you, Kathy?"

"Oh, please Doctor, yes. I need it so bad."

*****

Dr. James Bock took the call on his cell phone but quickly walked into his office. "Yes Paul. ... Yes. I just finished with her. ... Yeah, she's sort of out of it right now; she came three or four times before I gave it to her. ... Don't be that way! I told you from the beginning that was part of the deal. You have her from now on except for the checkups. Don't be greedy ... It's always hard to say about those things, but she appears to have ovulated a few day ago. I'd say you have about a better than 50-50 chance this time. I just got in one shot. You'll be able to keep her filled all night long ... Yeah, I'd give her another half hour here, to recover, an hour to get home, another hour for the first pill to take effect. If you call her about 7:30, she should be hot enough to fuck a fence post ... No, I am not implying anything about your way with the ladies ... Just call her, Paul. You won't be disappointed ... Yeah, tell Bob Atturbury I got his check."

*****

Three weeks later Kathy was back in Dr. Bock's charming reception area. She had been waiting for the results of the test for forty five minutes, but she was not mad. In fact she was quite entertained. She nodded as Oprah was interviewing career women who had given up their jobs to start having babies. Kathy leafed through the pages of "Total Woman" idly, reflecting on the dizzying sequence of events that started with that unexpected call from Paul Graves just after her last visit here.

Kathy had accepted his invitation to dinner on an impulse, mainly because she had the urge for some male company that night. Well, that's what she got! Ten minutes after Paul arrived to pick her up his hand was down the front of her blouse and she was gasping with pleasure as he felt up her titties. Before she knew it, his hands were in her pants, too, making her come like there was no tomorrow. A heartbeat later Kathy was on her back with her heels in the air and Paul Graves was fucking her brains out. She didn't get to eat a thing, but Paul did. Most nights since she had spent with her legs wide apart and Paul's big cock pounding her pussy to delirium.

Paul, in addition to keeping her fucked stupid, turned out to be a great guy. For example, the way he came to her defense after she screwed up the Ferguson case the very first Monday after they started dating. In a way, it was the least he could do; it was Paul's fault she arrived in court an hour late, having had almost no sleep the whole weekend. She giggled, remembering she had been dressed and almost out the door when Paul pulled her into a clinch that got her so hot she just had to let him give her one more quick fuck before she left.

It had been Paul's idea, too, to let her work on cases defending guys being dunned for alimony and child support by vengeful ex-wives and spiteful girlfriends. Those were cases where a foxy young woman like herself could blow into a courtroom in her tight mini and six inch pumps and really make an impression. All that hard stuff about mergers and acquisitions, taxes, and sexual harassment was just bo-ring.

Suzie observed Kathy with a smile. She remembered the young lawyer's previous visit and noted the positive changes. She never ceased to admire the improvement in attitude and attire of the young women who came through Dr. Bock's clinic. Like the others, Kathy had come the first time in one of those the prim, almost prissy business suits with a knee-length skirt. Her makeup was subtle, her shoes "sensible." Her whole demeanor had said, "Yes, I'm a woman, but not THAT kind of woman." Her head had been stuffed full of business, her career, plans for the future -- everything except what soon would be stuffed between her legs.

Now Suzie could see the difference. In place of the suit jacket was a frilly blouse that showcased plenty of Kathy's ample breasts. The fidgety woman could do little and did less to prevent her red mini-skirt from riding an obscene distance up her thigh. Suzie couldn't see, but she would wager Kathy wasn't wearing panties. It wasn't hard to guess the reason. Plain as day there was a new man in Kathy's life, a man who was giving Kathy the sex she needed and in return expected her to dress to please him. There was little doubt where Kathy's priorities lay now.

"Dealing With the Wife," Kathy read. This magazine had the most useful articles! Yes, Betty Graves was going to be a problem when Paul finally told her. She was probably a very nice person and was a good mother to Paul's five children, but she was just not woman enough for Paul, Kathy reflected. Betty had put on a few pounds over the years, although from her pictures she still seemed quite attractive for a woman in her 40's. But especially now that she was pregnant again, Betty just didn't have the energy to keep up with a man of Paul's stamina. Paul had told Kathy that even before he got Betty pregnant again, she would only make love two or three times a week and never more than once a night. Silly woman! This had to have been torture for Paul who could give a woman so much. Kathy smiled and felt a slight wetness between her legs as she remembered how much Paul had given her bent over his desk at the "noontimer" in his office just a few hours ago.

"Come on in, Kathy," said the smiling Amaka, ushering her into the now familiar office. "Let me get a look at you, girl. Uu...Ie! You are fine! What's up? Got a new boyfriend?"

"Well, yes," Kathy giggled. "How did you guess."

"Because you are looking too GOOD, girl. Turn that little butt around and let me get a good eyeful." Kathy happily complied with a little pirouette "Oh, yeah! You are HOT!" Amaka exclaimed, patting her on the ass. "Older guy?"

"Right again! How did you know?"

"The clothes. Only kids will put up with business frump. Older guys demand the hot look -- the spike heals, the mini, the large earrings. I'll bet you've got him giving it to you good!"

"Can't complain." Kathy agreed, smugly.

"Just between us girls, how often? Every night?" Amaka winked.

"More," said Kathy with a satisfied smile.

"Twice?" Amaka asked, her eyes widening.

"More!"

"Three times? Get outta here!" Amaka exploded incredulously.

"On `slow' days," Kathy announced triumphantly.

"Attaway to go, girl!" exclaimed Amaka in awe. "Fuck him good, but if you really want your hooks in him, give him what men reqlly want: let him get you pregnant. Take it from me!"

"You mean...?" Kathy looked again at the black woman and noticed a definite bulge in that formerly hard flat tummy.

"Whose is it?" she inquired.

"Let's just say, it's someone you know," Amaka replied mysteriously. "Oh well, down to business. Let's get you relaxed."

"Why this time. I'm not nervous now."

"Doctor's orders," said Amaka at once serious.

"I really don't think ."

"Now just look at this," Amaka said, holding up the pendant Kathy remembered from before. Suddenly Kathy felt strange, disoriented. Meekly, she gazed at the beautiful, flashing stone as Amaka watched her eyes quickly glaze over.

"Good girl, Kathy. Now let's get you ready for the doctor." Without asking, Amaka began to unbutton Kathy's blouse and quickly removed her bra. "Such beautiful tits," she whispered as she softly stroked one and then the other.

*****

Fifteen minutes later Kathy was coming down from an incredible roller-coaster orgasm and starting to climb again when she felt Amaka suddenly pull her mouth away from her overflowing pussy.

"How is she, darling?" Kathy heard a male voice ask.

"Almost under. I prepped her."

"So I see," he grinned. "Kathy?"

"Huh?" Kathy managed to respond. She recognized Dr. Bock's voice. God! That last come had knocked her for a loop.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Uhh Huhh," she nodded.

"Good. Now you must relax and listen very carefully. Remember I am your doctor and I have some very good news for you. It is very important that you follow all my orders. You'll do that, right?"

"Yes,... Follow all orders"

Now answer truthfully. Have you been listening to the tapes I gave you and taking the pills every day?"

"Yes, doctor, every day."

"Good. And do you have a new boyfriend?"

"Uhh huh,"

"And he's been fucking you, right?"

"Oh, yeah!," Kathy sighed with more enthusiasm.

"Good girl. As I told you, the pills help you stay nice and horny so you would enjoy sex more. Have you been enjoying getting laid by your new boyfriend?"

"Oh, yes.!"

"And you orgasm hard every time you let him come in you every time?"

"Yeah! He's been great."

"I'm sure he has been. And have you been taking any contraceptives?"

Contraceptives? Kathy couldn't remember the last time she had taken her contraceptives. "No. I haven't been taking my birth control pills," she admitted.

"Nothing to worry about. What about your diaphragm?"

No, I don't use it anymore." Kathy had a vague idea she had thrown it away. This troubled her somewhat, although she didn't quite know why.

"I didn't think so. And you haven't been making your new boyfriend use a condom when he fucks you either, right?"

"Uh, no, he doesn't like them."

"I'm not surprised. Few men do -- women either for that matter. Now Kathy, I want you to relax and try to remember something that may have slipped your mind since you were here last. Do you know what happens to healthy girls who get fucked regularly without any protection?"

Panic suddenly struck Kathy. The doctor felt her stiffen. "It's alright Kathy, relax, don't worry about anything."

Dr. Bock's command immediately calmed her and she was able to answer. "They get preg ... Do you mean I am ...?"

"That's right, Kathy. You're going to have a baby!"

"But... but...?"

"It's OK, Kathy. Nothing wrong with being single and pregnant. Many young women your age are deciding it's time to start having babies. You must just remember that it was your choice. You decided not to use your contraceptives when you had sex and you never asked your boyfriend to use protection. He's a married man, right?"

"Yes," Kathy admitted.

"That could be a problem. It might even appear that you were trying to get pregnant so he would leave his wife and marry you. You're not a homewreaker, are you Kathy?"

"No, no. I didn't think that!"

"I believe you, Kathy. But when you tell him you are going to have his baby, he may think that you were trying to trap him. He may be upset. You have to make sure he knows `you' decided to have this baby."

"How?"

"Tell him it wasn't his fault and that you're not interested in marriage. You realize he would never leave his wife for you. Apologize for `using' him to get you pregnant. Assure him that you will never ask him for money or even ask him to acknowledge paternity. If he wants you to sign something, do so."

"OK," Kathy acknowledged.

"Of course, keep screwing him if he wants, but you'll understand if he goes back to his wife. After this baby is born, he may not be around. You'll need to find someone else to make you pregnant next time. You'd like to have many children, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes, doctor."

"That's right, Kathy. In fact, you love being pregnant. As your belly gets bigger and bigger those marvelous breast of yours fill out even more, you are gong to be hornier than ever. You may need more that just one man to keep you satisfied. Bob Atturbury is really sexy, isn't he?"

"Yes doctor."

*****

Ellen Parker was mad as hell. She had been sitting in this gynecologist's office for FORTY FIVE minutes waiting for her 4:30 appointment. Now she wouldn't be able to get back to the investment bank to finish her presentation on the MCI-WorldCom bankruptcy due for next week's board meeting. She couldn't believe that a doctor recommended by her friend Kathy Black could do this to her. Especially now that she had made Junior Partner, her time was valuable. This delay was costing her close to $1500. And the decor! And the music! And these disgusting magazines! What kind of a place was this, anyway?

"Ellen, `darling.'"

Ellen looked up in shock at her friend. Kathy had the rounded belly of a woman about six months pregnant and ellen was sure Kathy was not married. Ellen was still stunned a few minutes later when Kathy broke off the conversation saying she had to hurry home to get dinner ready because `Paul' was coming over. Would that be Paul Graves, the notorious womanizer from her office that Kathy had often ranted about? No, couldn't be.

"Ellen, the doctor will see you now," announced a tall black woman with a very large belly.

*****

Kathy Black was mad as hell. She had been sitting in this damn Welfare office for FORTY FIVE minutes waiting for the 4:30 appointment with her case worker. Juggling as many things as she had to, her time was valuable. Fortunately, Niki her friend from the housing project would pick up Pauline and Carlitos from day care, but Malcolm had said he might come around tonight. He didn't like it when she didn't have his supper ready. She still had to go to the store to buy some turnip greens, in case.

Chen and Chan were squirming beside her as only four year old twins can. Kathy had separated them but they continued to tease each other, their slanty almond eyes alive with boyish mischief.

Malcolm Jr. started to fuss so she hefted him onto her broad lap and offered him one of her milk-filled breasts. At eighteen months, he was getting almost too big to nurse, but he seemed to enjoy sucking on her nipples. `Just like his Daddy,' Kathy thought. A jolt of pleasure shot through her as the infant's thick chocolate lips fastened onto her engorged nipple. "`Exactly' like his Daddy," she groaned.

Having her tits suckled always got Kathy hot. She struggled against the urge to reach down and finger herself to the orgasm she needed pretty bad. The last time she did that here, the social worker had caught her and screamed at her that she was just an oversexed slut. Funny, that was exactly what Malcolm said about her. It was what kept him coming back to her, Kathy knew, even though he had plenty of younger girlfriends and several white housewives. God! She hoped Malcolm did come tonight. Kathy hadn't had his black python in her for almost a week and she was getting so horny she was going out of her mind.

Greedy Malcolm Jr. had nearly drained one of Kathy's large breasts so she shifted him to the other, resting him on her protruding belly where his next little brother or sister was growing rapidly.

The End

Comments welcome 



The Examination Ch. 02



Although this story is self contained, it contains allusions to an earlier story, "The Examination." I like to think you will enjoy this one more if you have read the other one.

* * * * *

Robert Ames was growing concerned. Angelica Lopez had disappeared behind the inner office door of the clinic over an hour ago. With perfect hindsight he realized they could have left some notes back at the office or told someone at the Post outlining the story they were following.

It had all seemed so unreal that night a few weeks ago. He and his curvy girlfriend had just finished making love, passionate and satisfying as always, when she looked over at him with a strange expression in dark eyes.

"Darling, if I agreed to marry you, would you want me to quit my job and stay home to do nothing but keep house and make little brown babies for you?"

"Mi Amor! How can you ask such a thing? You know I love you and want to marry you, but why would I want you to give up your career at the Post? You're a superb reporter; a rising star there; that would be so stupid. As for having kids, sure I'd like us to have two or three later on, but not for you to be nothing but a housekeeper and mother."

"That's a politically correct answer, Robert," she grinned, "But are you sure? Suppose I could be turned into a horny, submissive little slut who wanted nothing more than to please you. Wouldn't you like to have a baby-making fuck toy?"

"I'd rather have a woman."

"I think I believe you, darling," Angelica replied, her eyes glowing with admiration that was almost love. "But not all men, maybe not many men, are like that. Do you remember Emma Parks?"

"Uh...I think so. She's that school chum of yours? On the fast track at BBD&R. Didn't we attend her wedding a year or two ago? Yes, quite pretty. Why do you ask? You haven't mentioned her for some time."

"I had lost track of her. I heard she left BBD&R soon after she got married. Well, a couple of weeks ago I ran into her at that big new suburban hyper-mart. Remember when I got the box of paper for our printer? I hardly recognized her when I saw her in the ladies room. She was sitting beside a stroller with a strapping toddler in it as she was nursing a little one. And she was pregnant!

"Wow! She didn't look like the housewife type to me, from what I remember."

"That's just it. She wasn't! She had told me before she married she intended to continue her career and wasn't sure she even wanted to have children. The Emma I met yesterday was a totally different woman. All she wanted to talk about was her babies and her Frank. She seemed more obsessed with him than in love. Frank said this. Frank did that. Frank likes her being pregnant. I think she would have told me how wonderfully and how often he makes love to her and how often he gets her off, if I hadn't stopped her."

"Weird."

"I thought so, but she didn't. She even mentioned several of her friends that had undergone similar changes in their lives. That was when my reporter's instincts kicked in. I didn't particularly like what I saw in Emma, but if it were some kind of perverse social trend, well, it might be worth a feature."

"So that's the mysterious project you have been working on," Robert grinned at his clever lover.

"Yes, and I think I need your help."

"Leads turn so cold you need help from the sports pages?"

"On the contrary. I found plenty of material for an ordinary feature, but I may have found something else, too."

"Oh?" Robert replied, his curiosity peeked.

"When I interviewed the women, several mentioned the same gynecologist, a Dr. James Bock. I think there is something wrong with this picture and with these women. It's like they were all "fixed" to be submissive, horny little wives, regardless of their previous personalities."

"Now hold on, Angelica. Women do change their priorities over time. At some point many women decide it's time to start a family," Robert objected.

"Robert! These are women like me, in their mid twenties, a little early to be hearing the "biological clock" tick. And why would it strike for all of them at the same hour? Will you take me seriously enough at least to check out this Bock clinic while I continue interviewing the women?"

Skeptical at first, Robert himself was soon convinced that indeed, something strange was going on at Dr. James Bock's clinic. For one thing, it had not always been the clinic of James Bock. Until about three years ago, it had belonged to Dr. Janet McGuire, a cracker-jack gynecologist of about 35 who had developed a downtown practice catering to career women. Then the young James Bock had shown up just out of medical school for a job interview. He got the job ... and Dr. McGuire, too. Within days the former heartbreaker was wandering around her office with dreamy, unfocused eyes. After each "consultation" with her younger partner, Janet emerged looking even more flushed and dazed. The women who worked with Janet sniggered, guessing what went on during those "consultations."

No one was surprised, therefore, when a week or so later Janet let it slip that she and Dr. Bock were living together. They were puzzled, however, when Janet started coming in later and later each morning until one day she happily announced she was pregnant. Seeing the way Janet mooned at James whenever she was near him, no one needed to ask who had put the baby in the pretty gynecologist. The staff watched Janet's belly grow beneath maternity dresses which seemed to get skimpier by the week and her need for "consultations" with a very self-satisfied Dr. Bock became more frequent. Then the bombshell. Janet called everyone together to tell them James had decided she should stay home to "take care of herself until the baby arrived" Consequently she would withdraw from the practice indefinitely.

Stranger still, Robert learned that in the ensuing months the four women working at the clinic also became pregnant -- and the order was far from random! Megan, the youngest nurse had only barely started to show when Suzy the bimbo receptionist went on maternity leave. Suzy was back to cover for Megan by the time she was almost too big to walk. Ruth scolded Alice, the office manager, for letting her husband make her pregnant again "at her age." By the time Alice returned to work, however, she had to bite her tongue not to ask Ruth who had put the office manager, a divorced mother of teens, back into maternity dresses.

"The way you describe Janet and those women is just like the women I'm interviewing," Angelica remarked when Robert told her about his findings. "The change is sudden and total. One day they are bright, aggressive career girls, the next, docile homebodies whose lives revolve around their men and their bulging bellies. All they talk about is her husbands or boyfriends -- what he likes, how he wants her to dress, what he thinks, how to please him, and how to get him into bed more frequently, not that that seems to be a problem. To hear them talk, they all fuck like bunnies. And none of them use any kind of contraception. Every woman I talked to had one or two children already and most were expecting another," Angelica finished, shaking her head.

That was the conversation which had led Robert here with Angelica. It had been her idea to make an appointment with Dr. Bock to find out just what was going on at this odd clinic. She had assumed the name of Angelica Carlisle and posed as a married woman who was planning on starting a family and wanted to get a check up. She had returned from her visit yesterday subdued and to Robert's surprise, did not want to make love that night. She hadn't said much about what happened, just that the doctor wanted to see her today with her "husband." So here he was.

As Robert watched the traffic in and out of the same door that his Angelica had gone through, he had more and more cause to worry. Each woman when she entered seemed cool, even bored with the chore. But each one emerged a half hour or so later flushed, glowing, and rather out of it.

At last the door open and a tall black woman stepped out. "Mr. Carlisle?" She held the door and waited until Robert entered the dimly lit room. Only as his eyes adjusted could he take in the sight. She was magnificent! She towered over him and only partly due to the five inch heals she wore. The smock came down only inches below her crotch showing off those long smooth chocolate legs that riveted Robert's eyes. Until ... he noticed the abundant breasts displayed more than concealed by the plunging neckline of this parody of medical garb.

Stunned by the sexy nurse, Robert almost didn't hear her close the door and say, "Please sit down make yourself comfortable, Mr. Carlisle." He did sit, but he wasn't comfortable. The low couch to which she ushered him afforded him too clear a view up under her smock as she sat down in the chair opposite him. "Or should I call you Mr. Ames?"

"But my name is ..." he stammered, not able to think too clearly.

"Robert Ames and your girlfriend is Angelica Lopez." the nurse said matter of factly. "I am Amaka and we need to talk."

"But .... How did you ..."

"Why Angelica told Dr. Bock everything during her visit yesterday.

"Impossible!" he barked with more conviction than he felt.

"Pretty slick, the way you found out about us and conned your girlfriend into coming here, by the way. We usually work only on referral. Would you like to see how we put her under? She put up quite a fight!" Amaka grinned, not waiting for an answer.

The smiling nurse touched the control of a video screen that sprang to life. "I first just try to put them at ease," the nurse explained. The image showed Angelica in this same room, talking with Amaka. They laughed together, seeming to share a joke, probably at the expense of men from the mischief in their eyes. Then as Amaka spoke she unobtrusively pulled a pendant from a drawer and held it idly in her hand. The two women continued to talk, but, to his horror, Robert saw Angelica's eyes become fastened on the pendant. Slowly her expression faded to blank as Amaka twirled the shiny object.

Amaka turned on the audio so Robert could hear their idle chatter as she watched Angelica seem to be quietly nodding off. Angelica's eyelids drooped and her head bowed forward. Her arms grew limp at her sides. Pressing her advantage, the nurse brought the twirling pendant closer to Angelica's face and began to swing it back and forth before her eyes, softly saying, "Isn't this the cutest thing? Look how it sparkles. I find it so relaxing just to look at it. So relaxing... It makes me want to lean back and relax. Just lean back for me, now. That's it. There's no hurry... You don't have to be anywhere... We can just relax and talk... Relax for me..."

"Your girlfriend was a pretty tough cookie," Amaka broke in. "By this point most other women are gone. I have to admit she surprised me.." The video scene jumped forward.

Abruptly, Angelica sat up straight, opened her eyes wide, and grinned triumphantly. "Pretty much what I expected, I guess," Angelica exclaimed. "Though I am surprised people can still be hypnotized by that old 'gaze into my pendant' routine. I knew you must be using some kind of mind control to brainwash your little Stepford wives."

If Amaka was surprised, she didn't show it. "Actually, that was just the initial preparation, to get you in a receptive frame of mind. The real brainwashing comes later and takes a lot longer. After all, we going to introduce some pretty drastic changes in your personality."

"Thanks, sister, but I don't need to know the whole process. I've got plenty for a story that will send you and this Dr. Bock, if he really is a doctor, scurrying to another state if you don't go to prison." Angelica jousted.

"Oh, but I insist you stay to experience the whole thing, although you may change your mind about writing a news report about us," Amaka smirked.

"Like hell!" said Angelica, her eyes flashing in anger. "You think I'm an idiot? I'm not going to sit here and let you pull your little scam on me. I'm out here!"

Angelica stood up, but the nurse, a good deal bigger and stronger than she, caught her off-balance and pushed her back down into a seated position, this time with the black woman half lying on top of her. "Get off me you witch!" Angelica yelled, struggling to get away. "Dammit, get off!"

Amaka rolled a little to the right to capture one of the smaller girl's arms. Angelica kept yelling abuse while Amaka was eerily silent and determined. Presently, the nurse succeeded in catching and immobilizing Angelica's remaining free arm. The nurse now had her right arm behind Angelica's back. With her right hand she gripped Angelica's right wrist, so that now both the smaller girl's arms were immobilized while Amaka's left hand was free. She used it to bring the pendant before her struggling captive's wide, desperate eyes.

"OK," Amaka said soothingly. "You put up a really good fight, but it must have really tired you out. It's time for you to be a good little girl and take a little nap." She began to twirl the pendant. "Come on, baby. You may think you were only pretending to go under before, but you were sinking, girl. Now you are starting to feel sleepy again. You were so close before. It will be so easy now to go to sleep for me. That's right, you're so drowsy. Come on, relax for me. Close those pretty eyes for Amaka. You can't fight it, you know... You're going to sleep for me... Sleep for me... Sleep for me..."

Oh, no, Robert thought, pride in his girlfriend turning to fear as he watched Angelica begin to succumb to Amaka's hypnotic words. Then he say her snap back. "Bullshit!" Angelica spat in a voice that was half angry defiance and half desperate fear but seemed to lack conviction. She screwed her eyes shut to block out the view of the pendant and kept struggling to get free.

"Oh, don't be like that," Amaka coaxed. Angelica kept struggling furiously, using all he strength. Amaka's hypnotic suggestions kept getting interrupted in mid- command as she had to shift position to maintain control of the twisting, squirming smaller girl. At one moment Robert thought Angelica would succeed in getting loose, but the nurse had the advantages of strength, size, and being on top. She could not keep up her desperate effort for long. Angelica was breathing hard and seemed to be tiring. She could no longer squirm constantly, but struggled and rested, struggled and rested.

Angelica's furious movements had left her ass shifted forward on the couch almost to the edge, her short skirt rucked up and her legs slightly parted. In a fluid movement Amaka took advantage of this vulnerability, rolling back to her left and pushing her thigh between Angelica's legs to press down on the smaller girl's mound. She began to rock rhythmically against her.

Angelica's eyes snapped open in shock. "What are you DOING?" she squealed.

"Distracting you, honey," said Amaka with a smile. "I'm using sex to break your concentration and wear down your resistance and will power. Haven't you done the same a hundred times to your boyfriends? Mmm, I think I feel you responding to me already, you hot little thing. You want me, don't you? You want Amaka to make you hot and make you sleepy. Come on and go to sleep for me. Go under for me, and I'll make you soooo happy. Relax and enjoy it. Don't fight it. Give in." Her voice became dreamy and seductive. "Surrender to me, honey. You know you want to... Sleep for me... You can't help yourself... You can't fight the pendant anymore... It makes you want me ... want me to own you... Come on, baby, give up... Give in to the sound of my voice and the feel of my body against you... Let me make you feel good... Let me fuck you to sleep... Sleep for me..."

Robert's pulse was racing as he witnessed his girlfriend's seduction but took heart to see Angelica change tactics. Now she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, as if trying not to let in even a glimpse of the sparking jewel that was sapping her remaining will.

Amaka bumped her captive's nose with the pendant and taunted her, "Oh, come on, honey. Be a good little girl and take your medicine. Open those cute little eyes one more time and take one last look at my pretty pendant. One more look and it'll be all over. One more look and you won't have to fight me any more Come on. Just a little peek, a tiny peek at my pretty toy. You know you want to."

As she said this, Amaka gently put the pendant down on the couch, as if it were no longer needed, but continued to pretend holding the pendant "Come on, my sweet and open those dark eyes and look at it, so pretty, so pretty." Robert's heart fell again as he saw Amaka's trick. She was making Angelica want to keep her eyes shut, and Angelica was falling for it.

And all the while on that screen Amaka kept rocking her thigh against her victim's pubic mound, and Angelica's hips now seemed to be keeping time with her. He knew how easily Angelica became excited from direct stimulation of her sex.

The weakening girl now seemed to have hardly any fight left in her. Her face held none of the anger it had so plainly shown before, the remaining expression having become a mixture of fear, frustration, and almost pleading. But still she kept her eyes tight shut and seemed determined not to surrender, to that fatal imaginary pendant that now seemed to be hypnotizing her only from its memory in her mind.

Amaka waved a hand toward the television. "Well, at this point I really thought I had her, but she was amazing. I have to admit, your girlfriend is the biggest challenge I've ever faced."

On the screen Angelica seemed to be tapping some inner reserve of strength. A moment ago she looked at the edge of surrender, but now she was fighting back again, if not physically. She had stopped writhing about, evidently having realized that it was pointless and was only tiring her more quickly, but there was renewed determination in her face. "Let me GO, you bitch. It isn't going to work on me."

"Sure it's going to work on you," the Amaka on tape said with chilling certainty. "It works on any woman, my pet. You're already responding to me. I can feel your pussy's wetness on my thigh. You're getting completely turned on, and it's silly to deny it. You know it, I know it. And of course I've already made you close your eyes."

Angelica quickly jerked her eyes open. "Gotcha!" said Amaka. "And guess what? I don't need a pendant to put you under, honey. That's just a prop, a device to distract the conscious mind and keep it focused on something else while I entrap your subconscious. I can accomplish that a lot of ways, with a flashing light, with rhythmic sounds. I can control a weak-willed person with just my eyes. But my favorite technique to make my target helpless even before I hypnotize them, is massage.

And what's the best kind of massage, a massage of your sex. You can put somebody under and they never know what hit them. You know what I mean, don't you? Most women do. Sex is out weapon, a powerful weapon, a drug. Nothing's more distracting than sex. Nothing else turns the mind to jelly so quickly. What is seduction but hypnosis? Women have been hypnotizing men with sex for years, and it was so natural that most of them never even realized what they were doing!

But believe me, I know what I'm doing, and that's why you're about to go under, baby. Ooh, just feel you, you're so wet. I've got you right where I want you, and that's the only part of you still squirming. Come on now, you little minx. Relax for me. Stop trying to fight it. That's it... I feel you giving in now... That's it... Just relax for me... Just let go completely for me... Oh, baby, I feel you getting weaker... Just a little more now... Breathe in... Breathe out... Feel me against you... Feel me arousing you... I'm going to make you come, and then you can sleep... You'll have to sleep... Get ready to come for me... Relax for me... Relax... Now get ready to come and go sleep... Are you ready? Yes you are... You're really gone now... You're going under... You're going... You're..."




The Examination Ch. 02



As Angelica's resistance waned Amaka was able to force one of her muscular legs between Angelica's slim thighs. Now Amaka was able to move it up and down, not just rocking against her prey's mound but rubbing and caressing her weakest spot.

"Have you ever seen how they hypnotize an alligator?" Amaka asked Robert. "That's what finally put her under."  Robert watched as Amaka began running her free hand lightly over Angelica's body, brushing her breasts, her stomach, her side, her mons, while her leg kept up its stroking between the girl's thighs.

Robert watched this in open-mouthed amazement. The nurse had clearly lost her mind. Did she seriously think that Florida alligator wrestling was a real hypnosis technique? Or even if it was, that it could possibly work on his strong willed girlfriend?

But to his surprise, he saw that Angelica was very obviously responding. Even through her thin blouse it was clear that her nipples were hugely erect. Her hips rocked a little in time with Amaka's expert leg strokes on her pussy. She gave out a few involuntary sounds of pleasure. Still the brave, determined girl still seemed to be resisting, her muscles tense. But gradually, little by little, the tension was going out of her. It might not be hypnosis, but it was having a devastating effect.

Robert saw Amaka shift a little to put her lips near Angelica's ear. Evidently realizing that her prey was falling under her control at least sexually, she was going to resume her attempt to hypnotize her. "Relax for me," she commanded in a seductive whisper. "Relax now... You can't hold out any longer... Give up... Don't fight it... Surrender... You can't resist... Relax for me..."

But instead of relaxing at the sultry sound, Angelica had stiffened.

She's still fighting, thought Robert with amazement and pride. But then he realized what was really happening.

Robert had learned how vulnerable Angelica's ears were. He could always send her into a blind rut by blowing in her ear. He hoped Amaka would misunderstand her reaction, that she would think her approach had somehow backfired, not realize she'd discovered a major weakness in his girlfriend.

On the tape Amaka seemed puzzled by the girl's reaction, but she put her mouth to the girl's ear once again. "Come on," she breathed, "Go to sleep for me. Come on! Let me fuck you to sleep. I'm going to ffffffuck you to sssssleep."

Like a man watching his team go down to defeat, Robert felt a sinking despair. That last sentence was Angelica's undoing, not because of the words but the whispered sibilant syllables, Amaka's breath rushing into her ear. It was too much! Angelica let out a loud, high-pitched, helpless whimper of utter sexual surrender.

"Ohhh, what is this?" said the nurse with a note of triumph in her voice. Amaka put her face to the side of Angelica's head. It was impossible to see on the television monitor exactly what was going on, but she was either blowing into the ear or tonguing it. Either way, the effect on Angelica was electric. Twitching and jerking violently, Angelica gasped and moaned with unresisting pleasure. Her eyes were half-open and dazed.

Still ministering to the ear, Amaka began to speak again, this time in a rough, loud whisper, not just saying but blowing hypnotic words into Angelica's defenseless mind. "I've got you now, honey. I know what turns you on. There's no point fighting any longer. Give in. Tell me you want it Say it. Sssssssay it..."

Angelica's whimper sounded like a very weak "no..."

"Give in to me... Ssssssssurender... SSSSSSSSssay it."

Robert wasn't sure he heard it, but while one of the weak and incoherent sounds coming out of his quivering fiancee seemed to be "...no..." another sounded like "...please..."

"I've got you, baby! Don't fight me .. You can't fight.. Go to sleep for me... Go to sleep for me when I make you come... You're going to come so good for me now... You're going to come for me and go to sleep and then I'm going to make you come again and again until you're nothing but my little toy. Won't that be fun? Now ssssssurrender to me. Come for me and ssssssleep."

Amaka's leg was now making rapid little circles on Angelica's pussy, and Angelica's hips were bucking against it in spasms. The smaller girl's voice was coming in chokes, sobs, and whimpers of ecstasy. Then Angelica's body bucked violently. She held her breath, her face twisted in the throes of orgasm, and then she finally let out a whimpered but unmistakable "Yes!"

"Hell of a girl, Robert," Amaka admitted. "I've never seen such a tough bitch. If she knew what she was doing, she could turn any man inside out. No wonder you figured you needed some help with her. Well, from here on, let's just hit the high points," 

Robert groaned inwardly as the scene changed again. It was really over. Angelica was under, no longer faking but totally in the power of the beautiful black nurse. Amaka pulled the entranced and unresisting Angelica to a standing position and began to undress her. In a moment Angelica's pert breasts were in view and the nurse was expertly fondling them with one hand and kissing her ear while the other hand went into Angelica's panties. Moments later Robert saw Angelica shudder and cum again so hard that she would have collapsed if Amaka hadn't held her.

"That little girlfriend of yours is hot! I can't make many women come that way, just with my hands. Most need this ..." she continued. The scene changed again. Angelica was laid out on an examining table with her legs in stirrups. It would have been uncomfortable except it was obvious Angelica was totally unaware of anything except Amaka's head between her legs. Angelica's head thrashed from side to side in what appeared to be an almost continuous orgasm.

"James likes to have me warm up the women before he has them. It saves time and I'm sure they enjoy it more that way, too," Amaka joked. The next scene was the one Robert had been dreading. Sure enough there was his girlfriend with her legs wrapped around the waist of a handsome man wearing nothing but a stethoscope around his neck. Thankfully, Amaka had turned off the audio so Robert could not actually hear Angelica screaming in ecstasy, though she clearly was. Transfixed, Robert watched Angelica mindlessly meet the doctor, thrust for thrust until at last it was obvious that he, too, lost control. With a final wrenching spasm, the man blasted his sperm into a quivering Angelica. The hot jism triggered its own final response in her shaken body. She arched, grew momentarily rigid, then fell back onto the table, limp and unconscious.

"This is the boring part, but it's what really does the job. All the rest is just preparing her mind to accept the programming," Amaka explained as the scene shifted again to show Angelica apparently peacefully asleep with something like headphones over her ears and another apparatus around her crotch. No, not exactly asleep peacefully, Robert noticed. Angelica was slowly writhing. "The electronic stimulator is keeping her highly aroused. The desire for sex prevents her from forming any defense as she hears the conditioning tape. When she responds properly to certain cues during the "lessons" it reward her by making her come. When we're finished with her, there is a tight link between pleasing her man and her own sexual pleasure."

Amaka switched off the video and directed her attention to Robert. "Since we weren't sure just what you'd want, we pretty much gave her the standard treatment," Amaka said, matter of factly.

"You did what?"

"We installed the personality traits that most men ask for." Amaka explained. "In the first place, unquestioned love and devotion to you. She now thinks you are little short of a god and knows she is very, very fortunate to be your woman. Therefore, she is not going to cross you in any way that might jeopardize that relationship. This means that she wants to make you a happy man, if you know what I mean," Amaka grinned.

"Of course we didn't want pleasing you to be a chore for poor Angelica, so we increased her libido by a factor of six or seven. Roughly, if before she was *willing* to have sex several time a week, now she'll *need* it several times a day. But there is no reason to be concerned," Amaka added hastily, seeing Robert blanch, "Even if she wants more than you can provide, leaving her a little frustrated won't do her any harm. She'll just be that much hotter when you do put it to her. Besides, she would never think of nagging you or demanding sex no matter how horny she gets. I don't guarantee that she won't try to seduce you, though," Amaka added with a feminine smirk. "We fixed her really to enjoy sex with you. She will turn on like a light bulb if you so much as brush her tits or ass and you will find you can climax her with your fingers in almost no time. Apparently she already enjoys cunnilingus considerably."

"We also minimized any tendency to jealousy. Although she really will not *like* it if you choose to have other women, she'll put up with it as a minor foible of her otherwise wonderful lover. We could, if you wish, add a preference for threesomes, but few of our clients ask for that. Likewise, if you intend to share her around, we probably ought to program that specifically, although you can most likely get her to do it a few times without it. Similarly, we did not include any special enjoyment of anal sex. We find men of your socioeconomic group generally don't go for it, though it's up to you"

"You might want to consider letting us turn her on to girl-girl sex." Amaka continued, sounding like a new car salesman discussing options. "Some men think that creates competition for them, but it doesn't really. It can be quite convenient, for example, to have your girlfriend fall for one of your mistresses and then get them together. Believe me, fucking a pussy that has been properly warmed up by another woman's mouth can be HOT!"

"Not to overlook the most important feature, you'll be pleased to find Angelica is really keen to start making babies for you. In fact, the poor kid is just a little paranoid about being twenty five already without having even one child when so many of her friends have had two or three. I strongly recommend you put a bun in that cute little oven as soon as possible. Finding herself slowed down by a big belly and engorged tits will help stabilize the other personality changes we've introduced. If you keep her long enough, she will probably want to give you six or seven children, although I understand that she earns big bucks at the newspaper so you may not want to keep her off the job that much time. Again, don't worry about what *she* wants. Keep her pregnant all the time or let her eat her heart out for more babies; she'll adore you the same."

"Well, that about covers it. I trust you will be pleased with your new and 'improved' girlfriend, soon to be wife, right? Amaka smiled. "In return, we ask only that you not pursue the news report she was working on. Angelica has, of course, totally forgotten it."

For several long seconds Robert just stared at the beautiful black woman as he tried to absorb everything he had seen and heard. At last he drew a deep breath, "Well, I guess I do have to thank you, Ms ...uh ... Amaka," he said at last, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But giving up the story on this hellish clinic is the *last* thing I'll do. You have just provided me with enough material to nail you good! I've got some killer quotes; too bad we can't use all of them in a family newspaper, even post Zipper-gate."

If Robert expected the sexy nurse to be taken aback, he was surprised. "I've got to hand it to James," Amaka said, smiling and shaking her head in amazement. "He said you'd react this way. Angelica told him that you were not at all a machista, but after a few session on the tapes a woman's judgment about the man in her life is unreliable to say the least. Most of James's patients will swear that their husbands or boyfriends are ardent feminists. They'll swear it even when he brings his mistress home to screw while she's off giving birth to his baby. After all, the women believe anything their men tell them. Guys know that the only way to get into a girls pants nowadays is to play the enlightened 'man of the Millennium,' so that's what they do. But you seem to be the real McCoy," Amaka said, her eyes wide in amazement

"You're damned right I am, and you are going to undo all the vile tampering with Angelica and give me back the tough-minded, independent woman I love." Robert demanded. "If you don't, I'll go to the district attorney and in addition to being out of business, you'll face charges for kidnapping and sexual abuse."

"Astounding!" Amaka sighed but continued. "I don't think going to the authorities would be a good idea, Robert. We got there first. Perhaps you remember the DA dumped his over-forty wife for that frisky little blonde prosecutor in his office? Well, the silly bitch began to take herself too seriously. As a trophy wife, she wasn't working out as expected. She continued screwing around with the junior prosecutors and some of the cops, hardly ever fucked the old boy, and absolutely refused to let him get her pregnant."

"Well, fortunately, Dr. Bock heard about the DA's problem and we got her here for an appointment. Now Miss ex-hot shot lawyer is happy as a kitten, staying home nursing the DA's first baby and expecting a second. As for the Chief of Police, he is overjoyed with our services. He has his wife at home started on producing a second family for him while down at the station three of the prettiest policewomen are out on maternity leave."

"I don't care who else gets burned, when this hits the news, you're out of business, Robert said.

"You're no doubt right, so we'll make sure this never does 'hit the news.' Angelica can be made to forget, has in fact already forgotten. I so hoped you would play along in exchange for control of most men's fantasy woman. But as James predicted, you're just not the kind of man to control a woman. Of course, that makes it easy for a woman to control you," she smiled confidently.

"Oh, no," Robert said. "I'm wise to the pendant gambit. The only way you managed to finally get Angelica was to dominate her physically!" Robert stood up and grinned mirthlessly down at the nurse, returning smirk for smirk. "You're a big girl, but I don't really think you'd have any chance of overpowering me, do you?"

"Oh, I might," she said sweetly. "You'd probably beat me in a fair fight, but I don't fight fair."

"Fair or not, you've met your match. I'm blowing the lid off your operation and I'm getting my fiancee back, and there's not a goddam thing you can do to stop me."

"Oh, my, I guess we should have known that a bright man like you could not be put under so easily" Amaka smiled disarmingly. "How foolish to think that big sexy woman could seduce a man like you, even if she does have big ... soft ... round ... titties that are so hard to take your eyes off of." the nurse cooed "And you are far to clever to allow a woman to arose you by letting you peek up between her legs. You could never be distracted by wondering if your adversary is wearing panties or not, could you?

"'Course not." Robert agreed, but his eyes drifted down and fixed between Amaka's delightful thighs.

"Of course she might be able to get you horny, but even if you did become aroused, your prick beginning to stiffen as I see yours is, you would still be able to resist my commands. Even with a raging hard-on, a strong-minded man like you would not just start taking orders from a woman. You may be horny, you may be thinking how nice it would be if I fucked you. You might want me to lay you back on that couch where you are sitting and lower my juicy cunt over your hard erect penis, but you can still control your self, can't you?

"Uhh hu," Robert agreed, nodding his head without blinking or taking his eyes off Amaka's breasts.

"A flashing locket hanging between my boobies would not put *you* into a trance. Even if you obey my command to continue looking at my big soft tits so that the locket can continue to flash in you eyes, flashing, flashing so that it is difficult to think about anything but my titties and the locket, your will power would remain strong. Sex can't make you so docile you will obey everything I tell you, can it, Robert?" Amaka asked as she came and stood in front of the helpless man.

"No," Robert said robotically and he gazed up at the black woman who now towered over him, his eyes fixed on the twirling locket Amaka deployed.

"No, Robert, you will not do everything I say just because your will is slipping away from you. You're not falling into my power, because lust has made you too weak to resist my commands. You will obey me because you are a little boy at a doctor's office and I am your nurse. You are embarrassed to have gotten a hardon looking at your sexy nurse, but that's just natural. You can't help wanting me so you are going to do everything I tell you, aren't you, Robert?" Amaka asked with a reassuring smile.

Robert smiled back and nodded.

"That's a good boy. Now since this is your first time to visit me, I want you to take off all your clothes. Will you do that for me, Robert?"

"Yes, ma'am," Robert replied, falling seamlessly into the little-boy role in which Amaka had cast him. With only a little embarrassment, Robert began to remove his shirt and pants.

"Would you like me to help you, sweetie?" Amaka inquired as she unsnapped his boxers and let them fall to the floor.

"Yes, Ma'am," Robert replied politely.

"Oh, my, Robert, you are a *big* little boy, aren't you? Amaka asked as she took his erect penis and began to stroke it. "This must feel very good for a big boy like you. Do you like what I'm doing to you Robert?

Robert could only grin in agreement.

"Of course you do," Amaka said, slipping into baby talk. "A big boy likes to have a woman's hand on his thing-y, Robert. If you want me to keep playing with your thing-y and making you feel really good like this, you'd better let me put you down on this couch. ... Uh huh, like that. Are you comfortable, sweetie?

Robert couldn't answer, The delicate strokes of Amaka's hand felt too good.

"This is your penis, Robert. I know you like me to play with your penis. It makes you feel so peaceful, so relaxed. All you want is for me to keep doing it. So peaceful, so relaxed but sort of sleepy, right? You'd like to go to sleep, Robert, cuddle up with me and suck on my big titties and drift off to sleep. I would be so easy if you weren't so horny. Would you like me to help you not to be horny? I could make you feel good so you can go to sleep, deeply to sleep. Do you want me to make you feel good?"

Robert's eyes were closed, clearly lost in the powerful arousal Amaka induced. He was totally unaware when the his beautiful seductress dropped her skimpy garment and clambered onto the couch with him. He made no effort to resist -- how could he? -- when the smiling woman took his cock and guided it into her dripping cunt. Robert's mind was elsewhere, suffocated beneath a warm, thick, erotic blanket when Amaka began purposefully to ride up and down on his rigid cock. The last fragments of his will were spirited away by her soft sing-song voice. "Oh, Robert, baby, you want to come so bad, don't you. You need to come so like a big boy you can sleep. I can make you come, Robert, make you sleep. Just relax and let me fuck you ... fuck you to sleep ... fuck you to sleep ... fuck you ... to ... sle.e.e.e.p."

As the beautiful black dominatrix's voice fell to a whisper Robert began to moan, softly then louder and louder until he bellowed in incoherent surrender. Amaka felt his balls erupt with cum as spasm after spasm of orgasm skewered his mind and will. His body fell limp; his mind opened, becoming a blank page, a page waiting to be written upon. Amaka smiled to herself, knowing the author was ready and not far away.




The Examination Ch. 02



Reluctantly Amaka pulled her sperm-drenched cunt from around the softening cock of the sated and entranced young reporter. As she arose, she saw she had an audience. James and Angelica were standing in the door. James's eyes were bright with admiration for his beautiful and talented lover. Angelica was disheveled but she wore the radiant, spacey expression a session with James always produced in women. The young journalist had let James hastily pull on her panties, but the soaked crotch and the semen leaking down her leg showed just why she looked so happy.

"Entertain yourself, my dear," James instructed and Angelica's eyes grew dim. He directed her to a recliner where the young woman lay back and thrust her hand into her panties. Soon her soft moans indicated she needed no more of his attention.

"Good work, darling," he said as he approached and kissed Amaka who was still admiring her unconscious victim. "Look at that face. I've never seen a man with a grin like that. You must have fucked him down to his reptile brain!" James laughed.

"You did pretty well with Miss Salamander yourself," Amaka chuckled and kissed him back, pressing her body hard against his muscular frame. "So, what do I get as a reward?" she whispered smokily, breaking the kiss.

"Reward? I thought you worked for me from sheer devotion!" James teased.

"You know what I'm devoted to," Amaka growled, fondling his prick which responded as she hoped.

"Well, we don't have any other clients this evening." James agreed. "Put him on the machines and we'll have some time to kill." Quickly Amaka lowered the earphone-like device over Robert's head and made an adjustment to a dial. Then she fastened the other apparatus over his groin. "Going to give him a 'seven?'" James asked.

"No, just a six," Amaka replied. "Angelica says he's a quick recharge. I don't want to stimulate him too much. If he ejaculates, I'll have to start all over," the busy woman replied as she made a final check of the equipment. "There. A couple of hours of subliminal instruction while in a state of high arousal should do him. And now," she continued, turning to her companion with a lustful smirk, "I can think of something much better to do with the time than kill it!"

*****

An hour of so later Amaka awoke from the little nap she always fell into after she and James fucked. She wondered if it was possible to be awakened just by the intense sensations of contentment and completeness James always left her with. That little nap, she was sure, wasn't quite natural. She suspected he used it to reinforce her conditioning. Still, she had the feeling that *her* conditioning was not as complete, not as "heavy" as that of James's clients.

Perhaps it was his control of her mind made it impossible for her to feel jealousy for Janet to whom James went home every night. Amaka knew he still fucked her. After all, Janet was expecting again. But Amaka felt it was more out of loyalty than lust. Unlike Amaka, Janet had retained most of the weight she gained with each pregnancy and now was border line obese. Amaka wondered if there wasn't a tiny part of Janet's mind that remained unconditioned and that part was making her unhappy. Amaka had asked James about it one time but James just shook his head a little sadly.

Amaka had no such problem. James could bend her own will to his, easily enough of course, but what was there to bend? With James she had an interesting job for which he paid her very well. He was a handsome man and a marvelous lover. Unless *everything* was an illusion. Maybe James was really fat and had buck teeth, Amaka laughed to herself. But she had seen how women reacted to James when they first saw him, before they were conditioned. No, James really was a hunk. And finally he had given her two adorable cafe au lait daughters, Ifi and Efe, and the slightly darker Jerome. What more could a woman want?

Mamma, who took care of the kids, agreed these three were great, but she was on Amaka's neck again. With Jerome going on six months, Mamma thought it was past time to get another grandchild on the way. If her employer didn't want to get her pregnant, Mamma had hinted, Amaka could find some other nice white boy to do the job Well, Amaka didn't think Mamma would have to grouse much longer. This was her week to ovulate and Amaka had remained mum when James had neglected to use a condom the last few times they had fucked. Amaka was pretty sure James didn't intend to make her pregnant just yet, but what were feminine wiles for, if not to use against the male of the species? James hadn't been watching the calendar and she had.

Moving slowly so as not to disturb the beautiful afterglow of sex, Amaka slipped a hand between her legs. A glob of James's thick come was slowly oozing from her pussy. No hurry. There was plenty more where that had come from. Without needing to open her eyes, her other hand reached over to the drawer beside this bed she and James used for office sex and removed a cervical cap. She felt it slip comfortably into place. There, that would keep her full.

Amaka had come really hard when James had shot his jizz into her this time. It was unscientific, but she just felt this was it. Best not to take any chances, however. She scooted a pillow under her ass to raise the angle of her cervix and reached for her clit. Another old wives tale, perhaps, but orgasm after impregnation was said to promote conception. It couldn't hurt and it sure felt good. Maybe the old wives had been knocked up enough times to know something. One soft orgasm followed another until she dozed again.

Amaka was awakened again, this time by James's voice from the next room. Sleeping with her boss was probably part of her job description (or at least a perk). Sleeping on the job was not. Pulling on her smock, Amaka followed her lover's voice to the main room. There James was sitting with a fully clothed and wide awake Angelica Lopez, talking business. Amaka was amazed at the transformation. The Post's reporter seemed completely normal again, even feisty. Gone was the docile subservience, the look of lost adoration Amaka had seen shortly before. Angelica probably knew little of what had gone on the last few hours.

"It's a big responsibility, Angelica. I'm sure you will handle it well" James said

"Of course I will. But do you mean he'll do *anything* I tell him?" she inquired.

"Well, don't test the limits by asking him to jump off a building, but, yes, just about anything a man's loving girlfriend could ask, he'll do."

"And will he still be OK ... uh, ... you know, ...?"

"In bed?" James smiled reassuringly. "Better than ever! Remember you said he would never eat you? Well, you'll find now he will not only do it, but he will do it damned well. And we've improved his stamina, too. He should be good for at least two or three times per night. I think you're going to be a very happy woman."

"Sounds perfect. Can I take him home now?"

"Give us this weekend for that final procedure I mentioned," James replied. "He'll be yours on Sunday night."

"As you say, James." she replied. Turning to her unconscious boyfriend, Angelica blew him a kiss walked away.

*****

Robert had had a bad day. Percy Cummings, his editor, had not liked Robert's latest series on the local baseball team. "Damnit Robert, it was full of fluff about how hard travel days are on their wives and girlfriends. *Men* read the sports pages and they don't read it for that! You haven't written a decent, hard-hitting sports story in two months now. What's wrong?"

Robert didn't know what was wrong. He was just glad to be home and in his kitchen where he could concentrate on making dinner for Angelica. She had called and promised to be home by 8:30. He had another half hour to get everything perfect for her. He had set the table and the vichyssoise was ready. He turned his attention to the Caesar dressing. The oven timer rang just as Angelica arrived.

Robert's bad day was over! Joy overwhelmed him as he took in sight of his sexy girlfriend. Always pretty, Angelica had gotten so much hotter in the last couple of months. The heels, that tailored suit with a skirt that stopped six inches above her knee, the earrings, the makeup. Angelica had become a babe! And it hadn't hurt her career at the Post, where the senior editors were all middle aged men.

"Oh what a nice welcome for a tired working girl," Angelica giggled as Robert kissed her passionately and squeezed her butt. "Tch Tch! Time enough for that later, darling. Dinner smells wonderful!"

During the meal Angelica told Robert the good news she had hinted at over the phone. "They're putting me in charge of Style, page two," she bubbled. "Apparently the series I did on career women who drop out to have babies and spend more time with their husbands has been a huge success. I've got to transcribe some notes, but I think we should celebrate. Don't be long," she winked as she arose from the table.

Scrubbing the flambe pan took longer than Robert expected so he was still at the sink when Angelica re-appeared in the kitchen door. Pots and pans were forgotten when Robert saw his girlfriend in a new pink baby doll pajama. "Coming to bed, darling?" Angelica lilted and wiggled off, knowing what the answer would be.

A half hour and several orgasm later Angelica was still in the saddle. She had Robert on his back with his oh-so-satisfying cock well up inside her. She was going for another good come or two when she felt his body stiffen. "Slow down, lover boy!" she cried, but it was too late. She was able to get herself off just one more time as her horny boyfriend shoot his balls into her hungry cunt. Angelica looked down into the half-closed eyes of her totally satisfied man. It was time to tell him she decided.

"I didn't finish giving you all the news, honey."

"Huh?" Robert responded, finding it a little hard to concentrate after the way Angelica had just fucked him.

"I've been thinking about what you keep asking me, and I've decided yes."

For a moment the words didn't make any sense. Then Robert exploded with joy. "You will? You'll marry me? Oh, darling, that's wonderful. When? When?"

"Let's do it next month," she said excitedly.

"Next month?" Robert asked, suddenly puzzled. "Isn't that short notice? I mean, I've been after you to marry me for years. Por que‚ tan pronto?"

"Well, we don't want our families to be upset, do we?" Angelica replied mysteriously.

"Our families? My parents adore you and your folks like me, too. What's there to be upset about if we take time to make this a real occasion?"

"Ay! Robertito," Angelica laughed and kissed him. "You are slow, but so lovable. Do I have to spell it out for you, honey? I went to see Dr. Bock, today. I'm already two months pregnant!"

Robert thought he had died and gone to heaven. He pulled Angelica down to his chest and practically devoured her with kisses. As he blathered endearments his body reacted in a way he didn't realize, but Angelica did.

"Oh, Bobby, you naughty boy!" Angela laughed. She was calling him "Bobby" more and more often these days Robert vaguely noted. "I think you *like* the idea letting a pregnant woman fuck you," Angelica grinned, feeling her boyfriend stiffen inside her again. "Are you going to let me fuck you when I am all gordita and my belly is all pushed out with the beb‚? Maybe I'll get so big that once I am on top, you won't be able to get me off. Then I could fuck you even if you didn't want me to."

Robert was insane with desire as Angelica humped his resurrected prick. "You'd better like it lover," she admonished, "Because I'm gong to need a lot of fucking for the next seven months and," she paused for effect just before he was about to explode, "I'm planning to have muchos bebes."

***** Epilogue

Six months later Angelica was a happy if uncomfortably pregnant woman. Lying beside her was her equally happy if tuckered-out husband. She had just finished having him give it to her doggie style for almost an hour. "Orgasms are almost as much fun for the baby as for the mother," she had assured him to keep him going. At last she took pity on him and let him come. He had almost fallen off her in exhaustion. A good time to talk, she thought.

"Your mother was over this afternoon," Angelica said, not expecting a reply and not getting one, "So was mine. We got to talking about what to do after la bebita arrives."

"Oh, yeah," Robert sighed a little recovered. "I've been looking for infant care providers here and near work, too."

"That's so sweet of you, honey," Angelica said, "But the three of us were thinking that we just don't like the idea of strangers taking care of the baby, especially for the first two or three years."

"Oh?" Robert asked sleepily, "Does your mother want to take care of her, or does mine?"

"Don't be silly, darling." Angelica laughed. "Soon both of them are going to be far to busy for that. But we do think it should be someone in la familia."

Robert looked up with admiration at his beautiful pregnant wife. "No, honey. They've just made you Editor of the Style section," he protested. "You can afford a couple of week of maternity leave, but I can't ask you to take years out of your career, even to take care of nuestra hijita. It's too big a sacrifice."

"That's what we were thinking, too, darling," Angelica agreed, taking hold of Robert's prick and dropping down into her "special" voice. "I was thinking maybe *you* could take care of her."

Robert started to object, but felt a wave of sweetness roll over him as it often did when Angelica spoke. When he felt that way, he knew what would happen. She was going to fuck him and he was going to do anything she asked. It was no use arguing.

"I mean, your career really isn't going anywhere, Robert," Angelica added logically. "They've been moving you from one dinky assignment to another. Why bother? With my promotion we'll have more than enough money. I'll buy us a real house, a big one. You won't need to work and I know you will be wonderful at child care. Will you do it, Amorcito, para mi?"

Robert was agreeing. Angelica knew he would. He always did, when she wanted him to. Robert would be her house-husband and he would be happy doing it; Angelica would keep him fucked well enough to see to that. Still, she felt a pang of guilt. She had been careful never actually to lie by saying "our" baby, but she had let Robert believe the child in her womb was his. Angelica in fact remembered the afternoon it had been put there during one of her frequent "checkups" at James's office.

It was part of the deal. James gave her Robert, sweet, docile, and always available to satisfy her raging need for sex. In return Angelica would give James babies. This was only the first. She didn't know how many he wanted. She didn't care. When James looked at her that special way, she wanted more than anything for him to make her pregnant, wanted him to make her a woman in the way Robert never could.

Robert, the dear, would never know, of course. Any baby of hers would probably inherit her dark skin and eyes and James looked a lot like Robert. Her poor husband was unaware of the little snip James had performed on him that weekend months ago, so that Angelica would never have an "accident" with Robert.

The monetary guilt passed; Angelica was happy again. She had a wonderful lover who promised to give her a houseful of babies and a wonderful husband to take care of them.

"Honey?" Robert asked in a small, resigned voice, as he tenderly stroked Angelica's swollen tummy, "What did you mean when you said that your mother and mine would soon be 'too busy' to take care of nuestra bebita?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Angelica replied sweetly. "That's why they came by here, to tell me the good news. They had just come from Dr. Bock's. They're both pregnant."

The End

* * *

I want to thank "Gary Grant" for taking Angelica seriously enough to suggest putting more fight into her. He will note the insertions from the earlier draft. I hope others do not.

Comments (please) to Homer Vargas.



The Examination Ch. 03



Although this story is self contained, it contains allusions to two earlier stories, "The Examination" and "On Further Examination." I like to think you will enjoy this one more if you have read the others.

Col. Steve Trevor was in a bad humor even although he had good news for his commanding officer. He had broken up a terrorist group that threatened a major National Monument. He learned of a plot to plant explosives in George Washington's image on Mt. Rushmore that would have turned the face of the Father of Our Country into that of Saddam Hussein. Steve had foiled the attempt, but only with Wonder Woman's help. And that was the source of his frustration -- Wonder Woman. Working with the sexy bitch was frustrating as hell. The way she swung her hips in those lycra tights, flaunting those 44 DD boobs gave him a perpetual hard-on. He had tried everything to get into those star- spangled pants without success. She always brushed him off with that condescending I'm-an-Amazonian-Princess-and-

I-don't-need- sex attitude.

Steve was pretty sure Wonder Woman was no virgin; not in a physical sense, anyway, having been raped countless times by various androids, the tentacles and tendrils of assorted trans- genetic life forms, and by machines especially constructed to fuck the superheroine to death or orgasm her into sexual submission. He suspected she really got off on it, too, although she always pretended to be horrified. But for all the pleasure she had taken from substitutes, Steve suspected she had never been properly done by a real live human male penis.

How Steve longed to be the first, although he actually saw little hope of achieving it. Wonder Woman was far too strong for him to force her, and she was determined not to be seduced, because giving herself willingly to a man would destroy her super powers. As a loyal American, Steve did not, of course. wish to deprive his country of the services of the strongest, fastest, and sexiest superheroine in the universe. As a man however, he had the urge to fuck her silly and to hell with the damned super powers!

So it was a scowling Col. Trevor who walked into General Stillworth's office that morning. The General met him with a beatific smile. Steve brightened. The General must have heard about his (and Wonder Woman's) success and wanted to congratulate him. Wrong! The General had other things on his mind that morning. "Ah marriage!" the older man expanded. "You really don't know what you're missing, Steve, my boy. You ought to find yourself a good woman and settle down! There are plenty of little NCOs around and some of them are pretty frisky young animals, if you know what I mean." The General winked.

Where did that come from, Steve wondered. "I'm sure you're right sir. I guess I just haven't had much luck with the woman I've got my eye on."

"Luck has nothing do with it, son."

"What do you mean, sir?"

The General looked around conspiratorially "Check the lock on that door, my boy, and have a seat." Steve hurried to carry out the General's order.

"You may know that a while back Maggie and I were having some problems." Steve did know, and that had contributed to his puzzlement at the General's encomium to married bliss. In fact, the last time he had run into Margaret Stillworth, she had a big dopey grin on her face. Steve assumed she had found herself a strapping staff sergeant and was getting her lights fucked out on the side.

"Oh it was the usual thing, really. Over the years old Maggie had just gotten less enthusiastic about sex. A shame! Why you should have seen her at University of Alabama --hottest cheerleader on the squad and that was saying a lot. We won the Sugar Bowl the year I was senior quarterback, thanks to her. Every time the Notre Dame passer cocked his arm, Maggie lifted her little skirt and flashed him her bare pussy. We got three interceptions that way. Trounced the Yankee bastards!" the general chuckled. 

"When we were first married, all the little minx wanted to do was fuck. Damned near too much for me. But after Charles and Amanda came along Maggie started to slow down. Then last year when Amanda went into high school, Maggie decided she'd had enough of pills and jellies and she didn't trust me with a rubber. If I wanted sex, she said, I'd have to wait until near the end of her month when she was sure to be safe."

"No!" Steve exclaimed in mock horror, never missing an opportunity to butter up his superior. "A man like you, only having sex a few times a month? Impossible, General!"

"`Fraid so, my boy. Well, of course I couldn't go without my nooky, so I found myself a little corporal over in Quartermasters Corps. Build like a brick shithouse. Started screwing the daylights out of her. Wasn't a bad fuck," the General mused. `But she has a face that would stop a clock,' Steve was too intelligent to add aloud.

"I might have continued like that, but the bitch got airs. Wanted me to divorce Maggie and marry her. Imagine! And when I told her she was

crazy, all I wanted to do was keep fucking her, maybe give her a little bundle of joy to remember me by, she got mad and sent Maggie an anonymous letter. Well, then Maggie got mad and cut me off completely, started threatening to divorce me herself. Fortunately, that's when the boys over in Military Intelligence came to my rescue."

"Military intelligence!" Steve blurted.

"Don't make me repeat myself, boy. You think military intelligence is an oxymoron? If you didn't spend all your time with that crazy woman in the funny hot pants, you might learn something from your colleagues."

"Yes, sir," Steve replied, trying to placate the General. "So how did the staff of Military Intelligence help you?".

"Well, the boys had seen those stories in the Post about the raft of professional women who suddenly quit work and start making babies like there is no tomorrow. Struck them as a little funny. They looked into it and found all the women were patients of a certain Dr. Bock. The doctor has a clinic and after a husband or boyfriend sends his sweetie there, she comes back *real* nice. We made contact with him and appealed to his patriotic instincts. Sent him a couple of enemy agents to turn. He made them sing like cannaries, but he also knocked them up and ruined everything. I believe the marriages of several men working on the case improved significantly, judging by the size of their wives' tummies," the General grinned.

"Well, when I heard about that Dr. Bock, you can bet I had Maggie hightail it over there. When she came back that evening, she hardly said anything; looked real out of it. I was worried and was ready to go beat the hell out of the bastard. I changed my mind, though, the next morning. I woke up with Maggie riding my dick and screaming out my name in the middle of one hell of an orgasm. I had to put my hand over her mouth to keep her from waking the kids. Well, when she came a few more times and I got her calmed down, she started bawling and saying that she was sorry for not fucking me more. I was a hell of a stud who deserved more sack time than she had been giving me and she understood why I had needed to take a mistress. She sobbed that she couldn't understand how she could have been so frigid, and that if I'd stop screwing that girl, she would to make sure I got all the sex I wanted at home."

"And damned if she hasn't tried. I'll tell you the woman's got hot! She begs me to bang her a couple of times every night and it's hard as hell to get he out of bed on weekend mornings In addition, she's started dressing more like a woman. She started back to wearing high heels and those big loop earrings that she knows gives me a hard on. She's been working out to loose a few pounds and looks damned fine in her new mini-skirts and a lot finer out of them. She threw away all those goddamned pantyhose and got herself some proper stockings. She's costing me a fortune in lingerie, but, Hell, its worth it!"

"Amazing," Steve said, sincerely this time.

"Damned right! I though I had it as good as it gets until a couple of weeks ago when she topped everything. I came home one Friday to an empty house. Maggie had sent the kids to her mother's. She met me at the door in a little I-don't-know-what that showed off her tits and barely covered her pussy. Made me forget all about dinner. Said I could eat *her.* I had been trying for years to get that woman to open her legs to my mouth. Well we barely made it upstairs and soon I was slurping away. She started making so much noise I thought the neighbors would complain. I got her off so many times I was partly drunk on pussy juice. Finally, she stopped me and said she wanted to ask me something. I was a little suspicious from all this buttering up, but told her to go ahead and ask. She blew my mind. "Honey, please. I think this is the right time. Would you make me pregnant tonight? A sexy man like you deserves more babies."

"Well, I fucked her so hard that night and all the next day and all day Sunday that I damned near broke it off in her. I think Amanda was suspicious when she got back on Sunday night and saw the big silly grin on her mother's face. And hell if Maggie wasn't a good counter. Last night she met me at the door with a big smile and showed me one of those home pregnancy tests with a big pink plus sign on it. The woman is out of her mind, she's so happy. Made me fuck her doggie style last night "to practice" for when she gets too big for me to go in the front door."

If he had not been a member of the Joint Chiefs, the expression on General Albert Stillworth's face would have to be called a shit-eating grin. Steve was so envious he couldn't speak. He wanted to kill the General. He had seen Margaret Stillworth wiggling her ass across the base the other day. What a babe she had become! The thought of this old bastard getting it on with such a sexy woman every night, much less her letting him make her pregnant again was almost too much. And he couldn't even get to first base with ....Wait! If Dr. Bock could turn Margaret Stillworth into a fucking machine, what couldn't he do with Wonder Woman?

Steve practically raced out of the General's office. He spent several hours planning all the details. Then he sent for Diana Prince. Now there was a sorry excuse for a woman! Her face wasn't bad, he had to admit, but those baggy clothes! That bun. Those shoes! Steve realized not everyone could look like Wonder Woman, but Diana hardly looked like a woman at all! Still, she was Wonder Woman's friend and could always get in touch with her somehow. Steve tried to smile when Diana entered.

"Thanks for coming Corporal Prince. I need to get a message to Wonder Woman."

"I'll try sir," the mousy woman replied.

"There's a new regulation that Wonder Woman must know about. From now on, all our agents, even informal ones like Wonder Woman, have to get annual physical checkups."

"You're saying Wonder Woman must be examined by a doctor?" Diana asked.

"Not me, Corporal, Reg. 12735, sec. 13 b)" Steve replied, trying to keep a straight face.

"I don't think she'll go for it, sir. It seems pretty foolish. There is obviously nothing wrong with Wonder Woman."

`You can say that again,' Steve almost said aloud, but, trying not to roll his eyes, he replied, "It's an official regulation, Corporal. If she doesn't comply, it will be illegal for us to let her work for the government. I'm sure she doesn't want that."

"I guess not. But surely you can't expect Wonder Woman to just walk into a doctor's office and ask for an exam."

"Good thinking, Corporal Prince! No. I know Wonder Woman has some kind of secret identity. She can use it to go in disguise. Just give her this envelope. It has the name of a doctor and a code word. She can call him, tell him the code word, and he will give her the appointment without asking who she is. We've arranged everything."

Shaking her head, Diana left Steve's office. "Military Intelligence! What an oxymoron. Now maybe if they had women running the place ..."

Three afternoons later, Wonder Woman, in the guise of Diana Prince, was sitting in the waiting room of the Bock Gynecological Clinic. She was surprised at the paucity of good reading material there, just silly magazines about sex and babies. She looked away in disgust. Several of the other women that were waiting seemed to feel the same way. One by one they were all called, each going in with a scowl. And one by one each emerged, utterly changed. They looked ecstatic, hardly coherent. Diana wondered if it was safe for them to drive.

At last Diana, too, was called. She was surprised by the nurse who introduced herself as Amaka and asked her to sit down. Amaka was a tall black woman, very beautiful, and very friendly. Soon Diana felt totally at ease. Amaka was asking her funny questions and Diana was answering them, but in a distracted way, hardly paying attention to what was going on. She didn't understand why the pretty woman wanted to know about how often she masturbated and how. She didn't like to admit to doing it, feeling it was a kind of weakness, not becoming an Amazonian Princess. But the nurse was so friendly, Diana felt she must tell her everything she wanted to know.

After the nurse heard that Diana usually had to get herself off three or four times a night before being able to get to sleep, she asked Diana to tell her about her masturbatory fantasies. Diana giggled. She hardly needed fantasies! Wonder Woman had enough memories of forced orgasms to last a lifetime. She shared a few of them with the nice nurse. This was turning out to be fun.

Amaka wanted to hear more about that big green plantamal. Diana enjoyed remembering it even though the creature had nearly done her in. The plantamal had not attacked her physically, just dropped around her let her smell its flowers. Apparently the fragrance was a kind of aphrodisiac because it made her so horny! She had just stopped fighting and let the creature hold her in its leaves because they were so soft and it had a tongue-like tendril in her mouth and another licking her ear. Something else was stroking her breasts and between her legs and just everywhere at once.

Amaka thought she would understand better if Diana showed her how the tendrils were rubbing her and making her feel so good. Diana liked that idea. Obligingly, she cupped one of her titties with her left hand and wormed the right hand under her tights. It felt just like when the plantamal slid a tentacle into her pussy and started moving it in and out, trying to make her come so it could plant its seed in her. Diana orgasmed as she told how she had been too smart for the tentacle and had squeezed it so hard with her cunt muscles when she came that it withdraw in pain.

Amaka laughed at Diana's story and said some more things. What? Really, it was hard to pay attention to the words of a woman who had such large beautiful breasts. Or was it the locket that was between her breasts. It kept flashing in her eyes. She was getting so drowsy.

"Go right ahead, dear. Close you eyes. A good come always makes a girl very sleepy. You can have a little nap before we continue." Amaka was standing in from of her now.

Just a little too late Wonder Woman realized what was happening to her. The woman was trying to hypnotize her. Her orgasmed mind felt foggy already. She had to fight back. "Hey, no," the sluggish superheroine started to protest as the mind- deadening words droned on.

Amaka couldn't understand why this Ms Prince was succumbing so slowly. She had never seen a woman put up such stiff, if unconscious, resistance to hypnotic induction. Even getting her to masturbate hadn't quite done the trick. Amaka suspected Ms. Prince had received training in fighting off attempts at mind control, so she proceeded cautiously. With naive women or girls, hypnotism was like dropping a penny in a basin of water. The professional women she dealt with were tougher nuts; putting them to sleep was like soaking a piece of cardboard; Amaka had to press for a few minutes, but eventually they sank, too. Putting Ms. Prince under, however, was like trying to submerge an inflatable toy. Amaka had to bear down firmly over a long time until the woman's consciousness slowly seeped away. Apparently Amaka had just pressed a little too hard and tipped her subject to what was going on. Still, Ms Prince was probably too far gone to mount an effective resistance now. When a woman was in this state, Amaka knew how to take her farther.

"It's alright, honey. Don't fight me," Amaka cooed and herself cupped one of Diana's huge breasts. Even through layers of clothing it quickly firmed again. Stroking Diana's tits, Amaka continued to whisper endearments, telling her to relax and let herself go. Diana's "No, No" turned to soft sighs as she became more aroused.

Diana could have fought off the soporific words. She could have fended off the delicious way the pretty woman was feeling up her titties. But she could not combat both at the same time. If she concentrated on blocking out the words, Amaka's hands did wickedly wonderful things to her body. When she summoned the will power not to give in to those deft hands, the words insinuated themselves into her mind.

Fear only added to her excitement when she felt a small tingle start between her legs. It didn't remain small. It grew and spread into her belly and her thighs, to her breasts and back. It felt like liquid fire as it raced out to all of her extremities and re- converged on her brain. Diana's breath came in gulps. She heard a wail begin before she knew it was her own. The fire was everywhere. She felt all her muscles tense; her body arched. Then it hit. Massive! Irresistible! Mind-numbing! Nothing existed outside the fiery orgasm that convulsed her. It seemed to go on and on and when it released her, she was limp. The brightness cooled to red-orange ... then to embers that barely glowed ... then blackness.

Amaka looked with satisfaction and considerable relief at the entranced woman. When her own breathing returned to normal, she lay Diana down on the low examining table and began methodically to remove her clothes. Even under the bulky sweater and thick calf-length tweed skirt, Amaka could tell Diana was a well-built woman. Why did she hide it? The blouse followed the sweater to the floor and still there was some kind of body stocking under that. Gently, Amaka began to tug it loose.

Bloody hell! Under the body stocking was an outlandish red and white lycra top covering a truly mammoth set of jugs. As Amaka pulled away more and more of the body stocking, the pattern became recognizable. Damn weird! Under her clothes, this Ms. Prince was dressed like ...

"My god! ... What if ...?" Amaka suddenly thought. It made a kind of frightening sense -- the abnormally strong resistance to hypnosis, her wild fantasies. Amaka had to find out. "Ms. Prince, answer me truthfully. Why do you have on the costume of Wonder Woman?"

"I am Wonder Woman," was her droned reply.

Her heart leaping to her throat, Amaka hit the intercom button. "James. Get in here immediately. You've got to see this!"

"Oh, yes! ... Fuck, yes! ... Oh, my darling! ... Give it to me! ... Oh, god, ... you're going

to make me ... Ahhhh!!!" came the reply in a voice that was an octave above James's. Amaka hated speaker phones at moments like this. Why didn't James just stop fucking the Pickering woman for a moment and pick up the damn telephone? The question answered it self when she heard James grunting as he did just before he came.

"...uhh, uhh ...be right there ...uhh, uhh ... darling ... UUUUUUUHHHH!"

By the time a slightly sheepish Dr. James Bock walked in wearing only his stethoscope, Amaka had Wonder Woman stripped down to just her costume. James froze and stared at the sight in silent awe. There could be no doubt about the identity of the woman lying there. Anybody could put on a kinky costume, but not just anybody had that body. That blue-black hair, that waspish waist flaring to those wide, man-humping hips, those magnificent mammaries, rising and falling with each peaceful breath.




The Examination Ch. 03



"Wonder Woman!" James announced, only stating what was evident. "Wonder Woman!" he said again more softly, still not adding anything to the information already available. "I'm gong to fuck Wonder Woman!"

If he had not been a respected member of the medical profession, the expression on Dr. James Bock's face would have to be called a shit-eating grin. "I've always wanted to fuck Wonder Woman," he exclaimed, adumbrating the obvious. Every man in America wanted to fuck Wonder Woman.

Amaka shook her head. Devoted as she was to this man, at times like this she recognized that James, like others of his gender, was still just an overgrown teen-age boy. "Daring, do you think we should?" Amaka asked. "She *is* a superheroine. Without her who knows what dangers our country would face from natural disasters, foreign invaders, demented scientists, and alien predators. Can we afford to turn her into a sex slave of this Col. Trevor?"

"I'm going to fuck Wonder Woman," James said again, not having weighed Amaka's argument carefully.

"I don't think you should, James" Amaka said, standing her ground.

"Not fuck Wonder Woman?" James asked, finally hearing his partner. "Like hell! Prep her!" he ordered.

A shiver ran through Amaka. She knew she would have to do as he said, even though it didn't seem right. James could make her do anything. There was no point in making him be more forceful. Reluctantly, Amaka pulled down the star spangled tights of the unconscious Wonder Woman and began to tease her pussy with her fingers. She felt the little tingle of pleasure between her own legs that always rewarded her when she did something to please James. Slowly at first but with growing enthusiasm she began to eat the snatch of the costumed woman lying before her.

Wow! With her inhibitions suppressed, Wonder Woman's body responded with alacrity to Amaka's fingers, lips, and tongue. In seconds the helpless superheroine was moaning in arousal and seconds later she was wracked in orgasm. Amaka was rewarded by a copious flow of her love juice. The taste was amazing. Wonder Woman's spend had the sweetness of an over-ripe melon, the saltiness of rare-cooked roast beef, the exotic freshness of wild mushrooms and mountain sage. She knew Wonder Woman was not called that because of the way she tasted, but Amaka decided she deserved the appellation for that, if nothing else!

Wonder Woman had hardly descended from the first orgasmic high when Amaka, no longer reluctantly, began to take her back up the mountain. She was disappointed when James impatiently pushed he aside. "Good job, darling. I'll take over from here."

Amaka watched as James slid his prick into the warm wet cavity her hand had just vacated. Her opinion about the wisdom of this had not changed, but her opinion didn't count. James was fucking Wonder Woman and in a few hours America's greatest superheroine would be little more than the personal property of the man who had sent her here. There was nothing Amaka could do to prevent it.

Fucking Wonder Woman was everything James's wildest fantasies led him to expect. Her cunt opened to his prick like butter, but held it firmly as he slid in and out. She moaned in sweet surrender and a mere tap of his fingers brought her legs to his shoulders. Thrust for thrust, her body responded to his with grace and athleticism. He knew Wonder Woman was not called that because of the way she fucked, but James decided she deserved the appellation for that, if nothing else!

James pushed Wonder Woman through four orgasms of increasing volume before he, too, lost control. As his seed shot into her, he rued not having put an impregnation clause in the contract with Col. Trevor. How could he have known this was not just a routine job of a guy who wanted his secretary for a fuck toy? Too late now. James collapsed on the inert body of the fucked out superheroine.

Amaka gave him a few moments to recover before she spoke. "James, darling, there is something you should know about Mrs. Pickering."

`Mrs. Pickering?' James thought, astounded that Amaka could bring up something so monumentally irrelevant. He had just fucked *Wonder Woman!* "Huh?"

"Yes, darling. I checked her chart. This is the middle of her period. If you do a *really* good job on her today ..." she let the implication speak for itself.

James was starting to be able to think again. "Today, huh?" The boyfriend of the voluptuous matron had not said anything one way or the other about knocking her up. He was mainly interested in taking the money of the unsatisfied wife. Mr. Pickering, who could certainly afford another kid, would be overjoyed, believing it was his, as would the woman's younger lover. Seldom was making three people happy such a pleasant task. It was practically an obligation, James reflected applying Benthamite logic. "But we're not through here." James made the pro forma protest, but he was warming to the idea of putting a baby in the soft round body of Dorothy Pickering and all those pre-natal checkup *that* would entail.

"I'll take care of everything here, honey. All I need to do is put the machines on her. You run along." Amaka coaxed.

"But Col. Trevor will be around to collect her about 5:00 PM."

"Don't worry. I'll take care of Col. Trevor," Amaka assured him. James's cock was getting stiff by the time he reached the door. *****

An hour and a half later Amaka was sitting in front of Col. Steve Trevor. Wonder Woman lay naked behind her still deeply unconscious. If he had not been a high ranking officer in military intelligence, the expression on Col. Steve Trevor's his face would have to be called a shit-eating grin. Amaka regarded him sternly.

"This is a big responsibility, Col. Trevor. We did not know it was Wonder Woman you had sent us. May I have your word as an officer and a gentleman that you will treat her with respect and allow her to continue her duties to our country?

"Yeah, yeah, just let me have her," Steve replied, not entirely convincingly.

"She is a superheroine, after all," Amaka pointed out. "You won't force her to do things that are beneath her dignity will you?"

"Nah" Steve replied distractedly, not taking his eyes off of Wonder Woman's huge bare tits.

"I see," Amaka continued. "Well, then, I have just a few more instructions. I want you to pay careful attention. Col. Trevor, please look directly at me as I speak. This is important. I need you to focus on what I am saying. You must do every thing I tell you ..." *****

"Oh, Steve! Yes! Oh, baby! Yes! Fuck me Steve, Fuck me! Don't stop!" Wonder Woman was screaming in ecstasy as Col. Steve Trevor complied with her totally unneeded injunctions. He had her doggie fashion, holding on to that ample, round ass as he pounded away at her pussy. Wonder Woman's head thrashed from side to side as she called out for him not to stop. This was heaven. She couldn't get enough of Steve's cock. He was such a magnificent lover, so wonderful in every way. As another orgasm engulfed her she knew she was the luckiest superheroine in the world.

Steve was more than pleased with Wonder Woman, he reflected between strokes. The visit to Dr. Bock's clinic had worked out perfectly. Wonder Woman had turned into a sex maniac who never, never turned him down. If they were alone, she would come onto him. She would fuck as long as he could hold out, any time, any place, in any position. As long as she got him in her, she was happy. She though he was a god and loved to do little things to please him. It was paradise to be with her. If he only had more staying power. But sooner or later he would loose it. Oh, no! The overpowering urge to release in her was too great. He had to ... come! Exhausted as always after these bouts, Steve fell into Wonder Woman's arms. He let her cuddle his head to those marvelous boobs, and drifted off to sleep.

*****

"Reveille, darling," Diana's cheery voice rang out, bringing Steve back to a different reality. This always happened. Whenever and wherever he fucked Wonder Woman, he woke up in Diana's apartment. Here, he didn't know if he was in heaven or hell. He could not understand why, at almost the same time Wonder Woman had come back from the Bock Clinic, Diana had started to change. For the first time Steve realized Diana was a woman, too -- in fact a babe! The new clothes had a lot do with it. Diana gave up flats for stylish four inch pumps. The cut of her skirts rose from three inches below the knee to five or six inches above. And suddenly the woman had tits. Not just tits, bazookas! Where had they been all this time? Amazingly, and notwithstanding that he was fucking the lights out of America's No. 1 superheroine, Steve found himself falling in love with Wonder Woman's best friend.

Steve had always known the relationship between the two women was strange, but this was even stranger. Although Diana welcomed Steve's growing affection, she knew about and did nothing to discourage his relationship with Wonder Woman. In fact she seemed to want him to keep at it, like going to the gym, something he should do for is health.

His time with Diana was so different from that with Wonder Woman. The nympho superheroine had only one thing on her mind. She wanted to be stripped and fucked, the harder and longer, the better. She didn't need sweet words; she didn't need foreplay; she needed a man, or rather a man's prick, and bad. They hardly spoke except for Steve to order her from one position to another and for Wonder Woman to moan and plead for more and longer sex, and afterwards to ask when he would do her again.

Diana, on the other hand, was a romantic. She loved candlelight dinners at fancy restaurants, going out to dance under the stars, attending the theater, the opera. But she loved staying home, too. Diana and Steve read aloud to each other. He wrote her poems. She sent him flowers. They cooked together. They spent long happy hours just cuddling on the couch.. After the proper warm-up, Diana loved to let Steve undress her and kiss her big titties, gradually trailing his tongue down her belly and finally eating her. Steve loved to pleasure Diana's snatch. She came hard when he did it right and he was doing it right more and more often Strangely, Steve's memories of their nights together were dim after this point. He certainly couldn't ask Diana if he fucked her or not. He guessed he did, since when he woke up in bed with her, she always told him how wonderful he had been. He was too embarrassed to tell her about his dreams of fucking Wonder Woman

If Steve had been more perceptive about women, that is, if he had not been a man, he might have realized that Wonder Woman and Diana complemented each other perfectly. One wanted a sweet, gentle lover who treated her like a lady, with affection and dignity. The other wanted a vigorous, domineering man who fucked her stupid. Steve might have put two and two together, but of course, he never did.

As Steve fell more deeply in love with Diana, she seemed to change in other ways as well. Clearly she loved him, but she also expected a lot from him. At first she just asked favors, but gradually she became more demanding in ways that Steve could never refuse. He found he was spending more and more time at her apartment, using his own bachelor pad mainly as a place to screw Wonder Woman occasionally. Gradually all his clothes, at least the ones Diana approved of, were transferred here. And since he was living with her, Diana expected Steve to do his share of the housework, more than his share, he sometimes felt.

"Up and at `em, big boy. You have a lot to do today," Diana smiled down at her handsome, infatuated lover. "The place really needs a good vacuuming, dear, especially the drapes. And remember what I told you about separating the whites and colors when you do the washing. Would you do my unmentionables by hand with the Woolite? Let's see, I think the bathrooms could stand freshening up, too. I believe this is the week you clean the oven, no? By the way, could you be a dear and make the canap‚s for Monday afternoon. I'm giving a baby shower for Margaret Stillworth and I do want everything to be perfect as I'm sure you do, too."

Steve looked up at Diana. She was asking a lot. This was his only day off. He had not been able to get in any golf for weeks. He wanted to protest, but she was smiling down at him so sweetly, he just melted. "Sure, honey. What are you doing today?" 

"Oh a million things. I've got a girlfriend coming over here at 10:00 to pick me up. Do try to be decent by then." Leaning down to give him a peck, she turned on her heel and left.

*****

Steve shut off the vacuum when he heard the doorbell. Opening the door he saw a tall, beautiful black woman who looked slightly familiar. She seemed to know him. "Hi Steve. Is Diana ready?"

"Almost, I guess," Steve replied with a confused look on his face.

"That's Amaka," Diana sang out from the bathroom. "Keep her company while I finish my make up."

"How are things working out, Steve? Are you happy here?" Amaka asked.

Steve was more confused by this question from a woman he didn't know, but he told her in some detail that yes, he was very happy. "I knew you would be. Diana is a good woman."

"Bye - bye, darling," Diana said as she left. "Oh, I almost forgot. Wonder Woman called. She said she'd like to go over to your apartment tonight for some `good old fashioned you know what.' I told her you could go if you finished you chores. Do try. She sounded pretty desperate," Diana grinned.

Minutes later a still puzzled but excited Steve Trevor was back hastily vacuuming as Diana and Amaka's heels clicked toward the elevator. They kissed briefly and hit the down button.

Diana and Amaka had a big day planned. First they went to the best lingerie boutique in town to pick out more slinky underwear for Diana. Her taste had improved, but Amaka thought she could still use some help. Next, they went to the mall and spent a delightful two hours teasing and torturing a goofy-looking shoe salesman named Bundy by trying on dozens of high heel sandals and spiky pumps, ultimately rejecting them all as insufficiently sexy.

Diana suggested the new French restaurant for watercress quiche and what turned out to be two bottles of Chardonnay. After a few glasses the women were giggling so much several of the other patrons looked askance. The friends were having so much fun, they paid no attention. When they got to Amaka's house around 3:00 PM, both women were tipsy, but they knew just what they were about. As soon as the door closed Diana grabbed Amaka and kissed her hard. Amaka responded, pulling Diana into a tighter embrace. "I've been dying to get my hands on you all day," Diana whispered, nibbling Amaka's ear.

"Not more than I've wanted you" Amaka replied, stroking Diana's buttocks. "I hardly know where to start."

"How about here," Diana replied, starting to unbutton Amaka's blouse. Several mutual orgasms later the two friends cuddled close and fell asleep.

Amaka was awakened by a kiss from Diana. "Oh, Love, I am so happy and I owe it all to you. You've given me everything I ever wanted in a man and your friendship, too"

"Is friendship all you want from me?" Amaka teased, stroking one of Diana's large tits.

"You know what I mean," Diana replied, too serene to be teased. "I have Steve, adorable Steve who makes my heart `go pitter patter ...'"

"The best man you've ever had wrapped around your finger." Amaka smiled.

"And Wonder Woman is getting about as much sex as any mortal man can provide,"

"And since she isn't `giving herself' to anyone, she keeps her super powers." Amaka continued.

"Yes. But I've got a couple of ideas to improve things." Diana grinned

"What?" her friend replied.

"I think I know what to do about Wonder Woman's problem with Steve's stamina.

"I don't know honey. James has done about all that is physically possible there," Amaka cautioned.

"True, but why should Steve be so selfish with Wonder Woman. He has friends like that hunky Bruce Wayne or that cute reporter, Clark Kent. He could invite them over an share!"

Amaka clapped her hands in glee. "That's great! What's you r second idea?"

"Well, I've been thinking it would be sexy to let Steve get us pregnant."

"What?" Amaka asked, a look of surprise and concern crossing her face.

"Not me and you, silly. James is taking good enough care of YOU," Diana chuckled, reaching over to pat the cute little paunch below Amaka's waist. "Me and Wonder Woman."

The end

comments to Homer Vargas



The Examination Ch. 04



Examination of a NAG

Sometimes Kate Harridan thought *Milly* was the cause of her headaches, the way her administrative assistant went on and on, urging her boss to see a doctor about the trivial ailment. Milly ought to have been working for Kate long enough to know by now she *always* got headaches when she was under stress. And Lord knows she had cause enough for stress. Just moving the headquarters of NAG (National Association of Grrrls), the organization Kate had founded, from San Francisco to Washington was stressful enough. Then the disasters began.

The movers had hardly finished putting all the ficuses in place when the Finger scandal broke. Carol Finger, yes, Senator Finger herself, was caught in a sexual liaison with one of her hunky interns. "Sexual liaison" hell, the Senator was getting her lights fucked out daily if not more often. Truth be told, Carol Finger had never been a credit to the World's Greatest Deliberative Body, but she was on NAG's Board of Directors and the organization had to back her up. Always ready with a faux feminist rationale for her erratic positions on issues, Carol compiled an amazingly inconsistent and self-serving voting record.

The disclosure that Senator Finger was having sex with a boy half her age was bad enough. Worse was the grainy photo obtained by the other party showing the plump, middle-aged woman draped over an arm chair, short red skirt up around her waist and red panties down around her ankles, being skewered to her obvious delight by a muscular blond. The President's picture above the desk smiled down in apparent approbation, or was it envy?

The Senator made everything ten time worse, however, at the news conference she gave to announce her resignation from the Senate. Kate had read the transcript and seen the video enough times to have the gut-wrenching performance memorized. The rhetorical low points were burned into her memory.

"Hell, yes, I'm having sex with this gorgeous boy and I sure don't intend to apologize for it," the Senator declared. "That's the difference between men and real Grrrls. I do *not* beg forgiveness from my husband and family and this has definitely *not* made my marriage to the wimp stronger. In fact, I'm going to divorce his ass! And for all you school marms of whatever profession that `can't understand how a woman of `my age' can take up with a twenty year old stud-muffin, let me spell it out for you. 

S-E-X. 

Is that clear enough? Let me be more specific. 

T-E-N _ I-N-C-H _ C-O-C-K. 

Need more? How about, 

T-H-R-E-E _ I-N-C-H _ D-I-A-M-E-T-E-R? 

I've got the boy putting the wood to me like I haven't gotten it in years and damned if I'm going to give him up."

"Take it from me, Grrrls, get your self one of these," she proclaimed lustily, reaching over to fondle the erection of the handsome young man standing beside her, smiling even though he was a little dim to fully comprehend what was going on. "Stop grinding up the contraband Viagra in the old fart's oatmeal at night. It's not doing either of you any good," she admonished. "Loose some lard ladies, get those titties a silicone upgrade if they need it, buy yourself a few hot little minis, and wiggle your ass down to the nearest sports bar. I guarantee within a week you'll be getting your pussy plowed or I'll let you have Arnold for a night."

"If you are lucky, you might even find a plowman who can remember which morning to take out the garbage, but don't hold your breath. Remember, Grrrls, there's just one thing a man's good for. If he's well equipped between his legs, don't worry about what he's got between his ears."

"There is, however, one particularly disgusting canard out there, that I must most emphatically deny. I did *not* let my fuck toy `get me pregnant.' I got this," Carol paused for effect and lifted her obscenely short skirt to display a telling bulge in her panties, "Because *I* threw away the pills. *I* decided on the best dates. *I* locked him in the hotel room and kept the pillows under my ass. *I* made sure he gave me frequent re-fills of jizz all weekend long. I'm having this baby because *I* guided his big cock into me and made him shoved it farther down into my fertile womb than he ever had before. Arnold, the dear, just supplied the semen, one thing he can do very well." Arnold grinned, suspecting the nice woman had said something good about him again.

Ex-Senator Finger had gone on for twenty minutes in that vein. It had been a public relations catastrophe ending with the horrific finale. "Therefore I am resigning my seat in the United States Senate. Not because I am ashamed of myself, but because there isn't a man there who can fuck worth a damn -- and the women aren't much better. I don't have time to listen to windbags when I could be on my back getting a prong where it belongs. And so adieu and fuck yieu!" she concluded giving the middle finger salute for the nation's television cameras.

The furor over l'affaire Finger had barely died down when NAG was embarrassed to learn that Wonder Woman was out of service. For some time it had been damned hard to get in touch with her. The reason was another embarrassment. The Army's main contact with the superheroine, Diana Prince, was spending every free hour shacked up with Col Steve Trevor and had the little round tummy to prove it.

When the lovebirds could at last be prevailed upon to call in Wonder Woman, it was revealed just why the superheroine had been keeping out of sight. Although the Amazonian Princess wasn't telling who had done the deed, America's first line of defense had irresponsibly let some man put a bun in her oven and her doctor didn't allow her to travel. Consequently, the US military had to deal with a rogue faction of the Ruritanian Defense Force without the assistance of its superheroine. It was close run thing.

Finally, although it was not a crisis, Kate became increasingly aware of the subtly hostile atmosphere to NAG's agenda in the Washington social milieu. Kate had expected to find Washington full of sour women -- hard-bitten lawyers, disgruntled NGO executives, and angry consultants -- eager to become NAGs. Instead, every time she turned around Kate heard another story of a professional woman who suddenly quit her job to become a happy little sex kitten for her boyfriend and promptly got herself knocked up or one who suddenly had to give up her career when she "accidentally" let her husband make her pregnant again. Hundreds of women with children already in college were waddling around again in maternity dresses or were back to washing diapers. Some were doing both. Olivia Fuentes in NAGs Research department confirmed that the birth rate among upper middle class women ages 30-45 in the Washington metropolitan area was almost double the national average and was still shooting up.

The queen bee of these "New Feminists," as she dubbed them, was Angelica Lopez, the new editor of the Post's "Style" section. And Angelica made no secret whom she considered to be the "Old Feminists." Angelica was an odd bird, Kate thought. Admittedly she had a strong claim to being a feminist. She was a successful young woman with a six figure income and a handsome, slavish husband whom she kept home to look after the house -- and the kids. That was the odd part. Angelica had five children under four and was pregnant again. She filled "Style" with stories about having sex and having babies. Thousands of readers adored Angelica, but unfortunately, had rather less supportive husbands than their icon. So when their bellies started getting big, they were the ones who stayed home to care for the little shoot.

No, Kate didn't come by her headaches gratis. She had to admit, though, that Milly might have a point. Her assistant did seem so happy and full of life since her visit to Dr. Bock. Maybe it was a good thing NAG had selected him. Several women doctors had bid for the contract to be NAG's Preferred Provider of gynecological and (Ha!) obstetric services, but Bock's price was just too good. Moreover, Carol Finger and Milly, who had been on the selection committee, had returned singing the praises of the Bock Clinic. Grudgingly, Kate told the eager AA to make an appointment for her the next week.

This made Milly very happy. Although she knew Kate would not understand the recent changes in her life, much less approve of them, Milly was convinced somehow that the visit to Dr. Bock had been a turning point. Although she could not remember much about what happened there, since her appointment Milly had blossomed socially. To be more exact, were Milly not such a little lady, one would say she had turned into a cock hound! 

Like many women who discover the joys of sex a little tardily, Milly focused on the basics, seeking to make up for lost time. Candles at dinner were an unnecessary expense and wine, however useful for getting a guy into bed, interfered with good performance once she had him there. Experience had taught her that a big plate of pasta before the main event and Gatorade, kept by the bedside for pit stops, were all that was needed for the kind of strenuous lovemaking she demanded.

Milly was not yet much into romance. Her idea of a "long term" relationship was a guy who would pick her up at work on Friday afternoon and would still be performing to spec Monday morning when she reluctantly made him climb off and go home so she could get ready for work. Sadly, Milly had not yet found the man she was looking for, so she made do with a team. A major league manager planning his pitching rotation for the playoffs had nothing on Milly's strategizing her boyfriend schedule according to her moods and social occasions.

Primus inter pares was Horse, the Washington Wizards' center who was hung like a ... well, the eponymous farm animal. Carlos was a dance instructor whose introduction of the movements of Salsa, Cumbia, and the Meringue into his frenetic lovemaking more than compensated for his small stature. Wentworth was a pleasant looking banker, rich as sin, and not too bad in the sack. He had his uses. The sleeper of the group was Albert who worked at National Science Foundation. He was terribly bright and didn't look so goofy now that Milly had convinced him to get contact lenses. Albert was still a bit of a nerd, but Milly decided must have a Ph.D. in the geography of erogenous zones and had perhaps done some post-doctoral work in cunnilingus. He could get her off so well with his fingers and his mouth, Milly only fucked him to be a good sport ... and because his prick was almost as big as Horse's.

Amaka was also happy to get Milly's call that Ms Harridan would be coming for a visit and immediately informed James. "You handle her honey. After all, she *is* a feminist." Emboldened by James's confidence in her, Amaka did a little research on her patient-to -be. Although Kate had written several books, the locus classicus of her anti-male ideology was, "Forget It!" This screed was mainly famous for Kate's aphorism, that "a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle."

When Amaka saw Kate's scowling face, she knew this was not going to be easy. She decided that the best approach would be a respectful, businesslike tone. "Since you're a new patient, Ms Harridan, I'll need to get some preliminary information."

"I assumed that that was the purpose of having me fill out the form," Kate icily replied.

"You're quite right," Amaka assured her, wanting to get her into at least a semi-cooperative mood as quickly as she could. "All the basic, standard information is on the form, and of course I won't waste your time asking you to repeat it. All I need to do now is get some more details medical history, and because so many questions are contingent on other questions, it's a lot faster and more efficient to do that in an interview."

Kate seemed to accept this common sense explanation, if reluctantly. She nodded and said, "Very well."

"OK, glancing over what you put down, it looks like the only medical problem you've had in the past several years has been headaches, is that right?"

"That's correct."

"No history of sinus trouble? Good eyesight? Has there been a change in your symptoms recently?"

Kate answered the first two questions with a quick negative shake of her head. "The headaches have been getting worse in the past few weeks. Well, I'm not sure they're worse, just more frequent."

"I see. And has anything changed recently about your habits or your diet or your environment at home or at work?"

"I keep telling my secretary it's stress, and I have certainly had to deal with a good many problems recently. Unfortunately, stress is unavoidable in my work."

"Do you anything to relax?"

"I don't have much time for relaxing." Kate's expression changed from sourness and impatience to one of passionate zeal. "I don't know if you're aware of how much ground the feminist movement has lost in the past few decades. It's all we can do, those of us who still care about it, to keep things from sliding back into the dark ages."

"The real crisis is that we women have ourselves given up the fight. A lot of us have convinced ourselves that full-fledged feminism is extremist rather than simply right. Some even take delight in being sex objects, living their lives as if they were in some male fantasy. I don't suppose you've read Andrea Dworkin?"

Amaka had in fact read some Dworkin, but she shook her head, not wanting to extend the discussion if she could avoid it. But Kate seemed to be on a roll.

"Well, you should read Dworkin; she's a very important writer. But even Dworkin is too tolerant for my tastes. Men have subjugated women for years, using them for sexual pleasure and to make babies and to clean up after them. And look at so-called women's magazines! What are they about? Babies, sex, and how to have a pretty house! We're subjugating ourselves! Every time a woman has sex, she's cooperating with the oppressor!"

This was not going the way Amaka had intended. She had meant to gradually steer the discussion around to the need to relax, then either to the use of tranquilizers or self- hypnosis, which would give her the opening she needed to start this woman's conditioning. But she couldn't help saying, "I've heard that Andrea Dworkin says that any sex involving penetration is inherently sexist. Is that what you mean?"

Kate shook her head emphatically. "No, Dworkin has that completely wrong. That's a detail, mere symbolism. It isn't how you have sex, it's having sex at all. Any kind of sex subjugates women to men!"

Amaka looked at her with real curiosity. "Well, what if there aren't any men involved? What if it's just two gir -- two women? How can that o--"

Kate cut her off impatiently. "That's still sex, isn't it? Do you think that makes any difference to a man? Men love the idea of lesbian sex! They like it as much as they do male-female sex. Maybe more!"

Amaka opened her mouth to say something, but decided better of it. Reminding herself that this was not going anywhere useful, so she decided to revert to her original plan. "You make a very good point," she said, hoping agreement would avoid extending the argument. "You're absolutely right. Your work is very important. Vital. And I'm sure your headaches are interfering with your work, so we had better do something about them."

"Yes," Kate agreed, putting her palm to her forehead and seeming to sag slightly.

"Are you getting a headache now?" Amaka asked.

"Yes," Kate said. "I guess I got a little too intense." She looked up sharply. "But it's important! Ow!"

Amaka stood up and moved behind the woman. She began massaging Kate's shoulder's while trying to make it seem like an examination. The woman's shoulder muscles felt like taut steel cables. "Ms Harridan," Amaka said, "I believe that hypertension of the striated muscles might be at the root of your sensitivity to stress. I would like to examine your staticodynamic ligomusculature more thoroughly. Please remove your outer clothing and lie down on the examining table."

Kate looked sourly doubtful. "I had assumed the doctor would examine me."

"And I'm sure he will," Amaka said with a second unstated meaning. "But I assure you that I'm a qualified medical professional, although I'm sure I don't have to tell you that, since you would not underrate the nursing profession simply because it is traditionally female."

Kate seemed horrified by the very suggestion and quickly said, "Oh, of course not. I, I simply was concerned about the time. But perhaps you're right." Efficiently, and without the slightest sign of either shame or delight about the process, she stripped to cotton briefs. No doubt all her bras were burned years ago, Amaka told herself.

"OK, now if you'll just lie down here. No, face down, please. All right, now tell me if I hurt you."

But of course she had no intention of hurting. Amaka massaged the woman's shoulders, her back, her legs and arms, alternately gently and firmly, all the while trying to make it seem like an examination despite the pleasure she was sure she was provoking. Occasionally she allowed her large uniform-covered breasts to brush against her patient's bare skin as if by accident, and she let the tips of her fingers brush a few times against the sides of the woman's breasts. Kate showed no suspicion of what Amaka was up to, but she did show signs of responding and trying to conceal it. Amaka grinned inwardly, wondered if this woman ever had a massage before. Probably not the sort of thing a tight ass like her would go in for. May that was why she was reacting so well to this one.

When Amaka shifted her attention to the surprisingly cute little ass, though, she provoked a more negative reaction. "What are you doing?" Kate suddenly demanded.

Sounding professional, Amaka said, "I'm sorry if I startled you. Headaches can originate in primary or secondary muscle tension anywhere in the body, but especially near the head and spine, and in particular with the larger muscles, such as the gluteus maximus, here. I notice you seem to be particularly tense around the base of the spine, and I really should examine the whole pelvic area for my report."

Kate reluctantly let her press and feel her way around, and after a while the ass muscles no longer clinched up when she touched them.

"How's your headache?" Amaka asked.

"Why, it's gone!" Kate sounded genuinely surprised.

"Good. Sometimes the physiological manipulation necessary for the examination is itself therapeutic." Damn, she thought, she was starting to sound like what's her name on ER. "In fact, I believe it would help establish a treatment modality that I could report to the doctor if I tried one additional thing."

Amaka looked around for some oil but couldn't find any. "I'll be right back," she said as she hastened out of the room.

Kate lay there feeling better and almost relaxed. Perhaps her initial skepticism of this nurse had been based upon some residual sexism. After all, it pervaded society, and patriarchal values were passed on as much by mothers as by fathers -- that was the insidiousness of it. She should have thought to mention that in explaining how even lesbian sex could be oppressive of women, in that it reflected the patriarchal socioeconomic system. Marx had been, in his typical male way, wrong. It was not religion but sex that was the opiate of the masses, especially the female masses, and as with any seemingly pleasurable addictive drug it was best avoided.

The nurse came back with some sort of bottle. "This is a therapeutic lubricating oil," she explained. "It will help me perform a palpatative examination of the deeper musculature." Amaka neglected to mention that the oil had several tranquilizers that would be absorbed through the skin mixed with it. Since her close call with that tough Ms. Lopez, Amaka took no chances. Slowly, she began to smooth the cool liquid on Kate's back. 




The Examination Ch. 04



Kate had found the initial examination pleasurable, almost embarrassingly so, but when the nurse's oiled fingers began sliding over her, pressing gently here and there, then stroking so lightly it was barely a touch, it felt incredible, like nothing, well, like nothing she'd experienced in many years. It made it hard to think. Perhaps she should make her stop, but that was silly, this was simply a medical examination, even if it was a kind she wasn't familiar with.

"Excuse me, but I don't want to get oil on your panties," the nurse said, and Kate felt them being pulled down to expose her posterior. The sensation of the slippery hands examining her bare bottom was shocking to Kate, but she strove to avoid showing any sign of it. Only when an oiled finger feeling about her tailbone slipped briefly down between her cheeks did she start to say something. It was over too quickly, before she could object, although not before it had given her a strange and strangely pleasurable, frisson.

"Now please turn over," the nurse instructed, and Kate did so. The nurse put more oil on her hands and proceeded to examine Kate's shoulders, neck, and sides. Amaka moved to stand at the head of the examining table. Kate felt the nurse's gentle fingers trail lightly across the muscles of her face and forehead, then to the sides of her neck and her shoulders, then back to the face. She felt much better and more relaxed, but she noticed that her nipples seemed to be standing up. Much as she hated to admit it, Kate knew she was becoming aroused.

The nurse said something Kate didn't catch. She realized that her eyes were closed and she opened them. The nurse was leaning over her, her face upside down from this angle, some sort of shiny amulet hanging from her neck and swinging slightly.

"I want you to relax as much as you can, Ms Harridan. Based on the what I've seen so far, I believe it's very likely that your headaches are a consequence of general musculoskeletal hypertonality. It should respond well to treatment if we know its full extent."

The skillful hands ranged more freely over Kate's body as the amulet swung over her face, capturing her attention. Gradually Amaka moved to stand beside Kate's head, one hand continuing to explore her upper body and the other straying lower and lower in its gentle, pleasurable examination of the abdomen.

Kate felt herself drifting into almost a dream state, aware that she shouldn't fall asleep in the examining room but too relaxed -- more relaxed than she had been in years, she thought -- to really care. In fact, the nurse kept telling her to relax, and she kept feeling herself do so more and more.

Almost in a daze she heard the nurse say, "Now, I need to check some interior muscle tension, so don't be startled. This will only take a moment." And she felt a lubricated finger slip gently into her vagina. The pleasurable shock was intense and it was all Kate could do not to cry out or arch her back. The finger moved around inside her, setting off little rockets of delight. Then it began to pump in and out of her while the nurse kept telling her to relax, relax, go to sleep for her, go to sleep, listen only to her voice ...

A weak thought that had for some time been in the back of Kate's mind, one she had been refusing to listen to, suddenly shouted its way into her consciousness. This wasn't any damned medical examination. There was no medical reason for finger fucking. This was a seduction attempt. This so-called nurse was trying to have sex with her, and a lesser woman than Kate Harridan would have fallen into her trap!

"What the hell are you doing!" she spat out, trying to sit up.

The nurse, still standing beside her, looked a little surprised by the attempt at resistance, but her hand didn't miss a stroke and Kate realized to her horror that she half-wanted her to continue.

Amaka leaned over her, keeping Kate from rising, murmuring soothing instructions to relax and as the pleasure between her legs increased, Kate felt the tenseness draining out of her again against her will.

"Stop ... it!" Kate insisted, weakly trying to close her legs and push away the hand that was robbing her of her will. "I know what you're doing and it isn't going to work!"

"Isn't it?" Amaka asked sweetly. "I believe you've overlooked something about sex. Just because men like sex doesn't mean it's bad for women. In fact, it's a source of female power. I'm using it on you right now, and it's pretty effective, wouldn't you say?"

"No, no That's lipstick feminism crap! All bullshit!" Kate replied foggily. She was still trying to push the nurse's hand away from her, but she was at a disadvantage half-lying in this position. Every time she managed to force the nurse's hand away with both of hers, Amaka simply writhed her oiled hand free and went back to what she was doing. Covering herself with her hands didn't work either, because the nurse simply shifted the focus of her attack to Kate's sensitive inner thighs or sides or breasts, and Kate was by now so turned on that almost any contact with those skilled fingers sent involuntary thrills through her.

This is crazy! Kate told herself. Why can't I fight this? I've had enough men think they could seduce me, hoping to bag a feminist as a trophy, and those stupid bastards never came close. What's this woman doing to me? Why can't I control myself? Her mind seemed sluggish, unable to think. She felt the nurse's lips encircle one of her nipples and begin to suckle, the hot tongue flicking across and around the hard bud. She couldn't keep from whimpering from unwanted but undeniable pleasure, and she began relaxing back onto the table.

"Don't fight me, baby. You're too hot to fight. You need to relax and have a good come!" As her struggles gradually weakened and eyes began to drift closed Kate began to figure it out. Amaka wasn't just seducing her. All that talk about relaxing, that sparkling, waving amulet, it had to be hypnosis. She was being seduced and hypnotized at the same time, with the one reinforcing the other and making them both incredibly hard to fight.

That meant she was in much greater danger than she'd realized. This wasn't just some horny lesbian after sex as she'd thought. This was someone who wanted to take complete control of her, to reduce her to some kind of sex slave or worse. She couldn't let that happen, she had to fight it. If she didn't fight it, who knew what might happen?

Was this what had happened to Milly? Had Milly been brainwashed at this place? And Carol Finger! That explained her disgusting transformation. Now Kate wasn't just angry or upset, she ought to be scared, but somehow she wasn't.

She tried again to fend her off her seducer, struggling. This time she almost succeeded in sitting up.

Amaka wrapped her arms around her and began whispering in her ear. "You can't get away now, you're too far gone, honey, so horny. Now relax for me, relax now..."

Kate felt herself responding to the suggestions and said, "No!" She twisted around, trying to get away. Amaka was still breathing in her ear, "You can't resist me. Give in. You want to give in. You want to come too bad. Close your eyes, now. Sleep for me. Sleep..."

Kate continued to squirm against her attacker, trying to get away, trying not to listen, but her sense of touch, made hypersensitive by the massage, made the struggling contact more and more erotic. When she fought to keep her eyes open despite the hypnotic suggestions she felt her sexual arousal grow irresistibly, and when she tried to concentrate on controlling her sexual instincts her eyelids refused to stay open.

Little by little she felt herself relaxing back onto the examining table. She ordered her body to obey her, to throw off this female collaborator with the forces of patriarchy, but her body had already sold out to the pleasurable sensations Amaka could produce.

Amaka's hands were once again exploring her body, forcing her to respond against her will.

Kate felt helplessly half angry, partly frustrated, but more and more she felt another sensation, an undeniable sensation, not quite a buzzing but something rather like it, that seemed to pervade the whole area between her legs and fuzzy mound just before it. Amaka's hands were there, making her feel this way.

As the sensation grew it drove before it all her other thoughts and feelings. She heard herself gasping for breath, felt her hips bucking violently against the table, felt her vaginal muscles, all her muscles, suddenly contract and squeeze tight and her breathing stop for an instant, and then the first orgasm she had had since high school, since before she joined the movement, came flooding over her like a hot tidal wave, like a wall of lava, like nothing she could even imagine, and she felt her little remaining will slipping away and her whole self, mind and body, fall under the power of the beautiful black woman.

Two hours later Amaka was smiling as a dazed but dreamily smiling Kate Harridan stood up to go, still a little shaky. "I'm so happy it turned out those headaches were just stress related, Ms Harridan. If you just listen every day to the tapes and take the pills Dr. Bock put in you bag, you'll be pleased with the change." Amaka instructed, not adding that she knew someone else who would be even more pleased.

*****

Milly did not expect an immediate transformation; instead she just smiled at the slow improvements she began to notice in Kate's demeanor and wardrobe. Week by week the hem of her boss's skirts crept up until they were a really impressive six or eight inches above the large woman's knees. The severe bun gave way to tight curls with sexy highlights. Some criticized the large loopy earrings that appeared in Kate's newly pierced ears and other thought the bangles were not serious enough for the head of NAG. High heel strap sandals and brightly painted toe nails also signaled that something was afoot. Kate's blouses got frillier and when they became translucent, Milly noted that Kate's respectable boobies were on display in some eye-catching bras whose colors matched those of the blouses.

For a few days Milly feared that Kate was getting dolled up with an eye to making passes at her or some of the other women at NAG. In an organization like theirs, several were of that persuasion. Even before Kate's transformation, Ethel Parker in Accounting had lusted for the shapely head of NAG. The slim woman was always attracted by opposites. She had dreamed of removing Kate's thick jacket and heavy blouse and getting her bony fingers on that overflowing set of jugs. She yearned to pull down one of those wool skirts and peel off the opaque pantyhose to get her henna curls between Kate's plump legs. The very thought of the effort required to get Kate naked almost exhausted her, but Ethel reckoned there was enough Kate underneath all those clothes to be worth it. Now that Kate was sporting mini skirts with stockings and revealing blouses, Ethel was shivering with lust.

Ethel's desire for Kate was apparent to Milly who knew she would have to be alert. Nothing untoward must developed before she could get the predatory redhead some professional help from Dr. Bock. Her worries about Kate, however, vanished when Milly saw how much her boss enjoyed flirting with and teasing the bicycle delivery boys. The President of NAG became a real hit the young men as she bent over to sign for packages, making sure her skirt hiked up almost to her crotch and setting her titties to bob tantalizingly. She didn't seem to mind when the same boy returned to have her sign two or three times for the same item.

Milly would have been equally amused had she been able to observe the daily vignettes that had developed at Kate's apartment. One morning soon after Kate started dressing a little more like a woman, she got a single, almost deferential little wolf whistle from a worker at the construction site across the street. Kate flashed him a grin and rewarded him with an extra swing of her hips as she slid her shapely ass into the little Neon. The next day several pairs of masculine eyes awaited Kate's emergence from her building. The sight of a healthily built lady with a skirt cut closer to her waist than her knees and whose hips rolled provocatively as she undulated toward her automobile, did not disappoint them. A whole flute section of whistles and trills registered the men's approval.

Fortunately, Kate was punctual so she caused little disruption to the construction schedule when every morning at exactly 7:25 all activity stopped. Seventy five men waited to see what bit of exaggerated exhibitionism the hot broad across the street had in store for them that day. Whatever it was always drew a chorus of approving hoots and cheers. Kate loved the effect she had on all those burly men. Of course all those burly men had quite an effect on Kate, too. During her drive to work she had quite a tingle between her legs that forced her to steer with one hand much of the time. By her arrival at the office the first few days, her panties were too soaked to be worn. She coped by donning `Lite Days' and changing the pad first thing.

Although Kate's headaches were gone, Milly noted that her boss still was not entirely well. She seemed distracted and had difficulty concentrating. Milly smiled, remembering how antsy she had felt before she met Horse. Several times when Milly walked into Kate's office unexpectedly, she glimpsed Kate quickly withdrawing her hand from between her legs. She decided Kate was ready for the proffered help.

One day soon afterward Kate returned from lunch to find a package on her desk. "Milly, what is this doing here?," she asked.

"I ... er ... it's ... uhh ... something I got for you, ma'am. I thought you might you need it."

Puzzled, Kate opened the package. "Milly! This looks like a ..." she gasped, looking at the long cylindrical object.

"The batteries go in there," Milly said shyly, pointing and trying to keep everything matter of fact. "I put in a fresh set of Eveready Energizers."

Kate turned beet red and ordered Milly out of the office. Disgusted, she thrust the object into the bottom drawer. Try as she might, though, she couldn't get it out of her mind. She had already changed pads once that afternoon; it was hard to wait for five o'clock to go home. She didn't make it. About 4:30, Kate told Milly to hold all her calls and a soft hum interspersed with muffled moans and sighs began emanating from Kate's office. Milly was still hearing them when she left for her night with Horse. Next morning, she found a more serene Kate asleep on the couch in her office. Milly made a note to send out for more Energizers.

A few days later Milly got the call she had been expecting. "Yes, sir, I gave it to her." ... "I think so, sir. She took it home and she's been coming in late." ... "If you say, sir."

With some trepidation, Milly spoke into the intercom. "A Mr. William Jenkins on the line for you, ma'am." ... "He didn't say, ma'am."

"What do *you* want, Bill?" Kate demanded sourly. There was no reason to feign civility. Bill Jenkins was President of NARM (National Association of Real Men). His organization of male chauvinist pigs was opposed to everything NAG stood for. The fact that Bill had dumped her at Berkeley for that skinny blonde bimbo had nothing to do with her distaste for the man.

"Ahw, don't be that way, Katie," Bill pleaded, perhaps forgetting how she *hated* being called "Katie." "I thought it was time NAG and NARM buried the hatchet, you know, start to work together as partners.

"Partners? In what, for heaven's name?"

"Go out to dinner with me tonight and let me explain." he entreated.. "Please?"

Kate was about to hang up on the asshole, but something made her hesitate. Perhaps it would be droll to hear how Bill Jenkins thought the organizations he and Kate headed could be "partners." "Pick you up at 8:30?" he asked.

Kate surprised herself with the pains she took to look her best. She had been wondering when she would wear that rather daring little red leather mini she had picked up a few days ago on a whim. Well, why not? Let the bastard look, for all he good it would do him. He had always been a leg man. In fact, why not *tease* him a little? Make the old goat regret fucking that blonde who had a waist twice hers by now, Kate would wager. A deliciously wicked thought crossed her mind. Did she really need a bra? Her tits were big girls; they could take care of themselves. The stupid Bill Jenkins had passed up many a happy night pleasuring these babies just because that slutty blonde minx opened her legs for him the first time they were alone together, Kate thought with disgust.

Kate considered going without panties, too -- that would give him an eyeful -- but rejected the idea. For some reason she was *pretty* damp down there tonight. She didn't want to soil her skirt. The red fishnet stockings would be a nice touch. Four inch heels were good enough for the office, but she decided on the fire-engine red five-inch pumps for tonight. Finally she dabbed on "Midnight Assignation." Marie? Hadn't that been the bitch's name?

Kate couldn't understand the way Bill squired her into the restaurant, seeming to treat the occasion as a date rather than a business meeting. She tried to turn the conversation to professional matters but found it difficult over the arucula and radiccio salad, broiled lobster, and a fruity Australian white wine. Bill repeatedly deflected her questions with witty stories that kept Kate tittering. The pig was a great raconteur; always had been, now that she thought of it. Letting him refill her wine glass that third time could have been a mistake; it didn't get her any closer to understanding his ideas of partnership.

She had even less success on the dimly lit dance floor. Kate had forgotten how much fun it was to be whirled and twirled around by a man who really knew those old steps that few people did nowadays. When the music turned slower and she felt his hands caress her buttocks, it just felt so natural to melt into his arms and let him hold her close. Snuggling her head against his shoulder didn't really mean anything romantic; it was just a social ritual. But it was certainly not conducive to serious talk about institutional partnership.

No, Kate realized, if she was going to find out what Bill had in mind for NAG and NARM collaboration, she would just have to go back to his house with him as he suggested. If she had not been having so much fun, Kate would have been really annoyed at all this beating around the bush. In the car with his arm around her was the same. Would this bear of a man ever get serious? Why did he want to have a liqueur on the couch before he would out with it? It was very nice of him to tell her how pretty she looked, but what did that have to with his idea of partnership? And flattering though it was that Bill though she had pretty legs and wanted to see more of them, pushing her dress up like that was quite naughty, though it did make Kate laugh.

Well, that she had a great set of jugs was no news to Kate! She guessed there was no real harm in letting him unbutton her blouse to admire them better. In fact, it had its practical advantage. If Bill had been kissing her man melters, as he was now, through the material of her blouse, what a dry cleaning bill she would have! 

Men! They could go to the moon and explore continents but needed help with the zipper of a woman skirt! She hated to think of the commotion if she hadn't been clever enough to leave the bra at home. Oh, that was nice. Having her titties kissed while a hand wormed it way into her panties was a lot more exciting now than she remembered from the back seat of Bill's automobile in college. My Goodness! Bill Jenkins had learned a few things about women in the last twenty years, Kate reflected. She was sure he would never have know how to put his mouth down *there* in college! Uhh! "A few things?" My god, a lot! When had he pushed aside her panties? He had his tongue in her ... UUU! ... He was going to make her ... AAAH ... yes, she was about to ...




The Examination Ch. 04



"Ahiyouuuuu!" Kate wailed as she came.

After that, the exact sequence of events was a bit fuzzy, but they included Kate tottering upstairs a few orgasms later in just her panties and heels. Bill's hand on her shapely ass provided the needed guidance. Somehow the panties, too, disappeared and Kate found herself lying on her back, red spikes pointed to the ceiling with a naked Bill Jenkins looming over her. His prick was about halfway into her very wet pussy and sinking deeper! Kate knew she was about to orgasm again.

Moments later another inhuman shriek pierced the midnight calm.

"Oh shit!" Bill thought Of all the times for his home security alarm to malfunction, why *now*? He scrambled down to the basement to turn the infernal contraption off as quickly as possible without disturbing the aroused woman lying naked in his bed, but when he returned, he saw the spell was broken. With fire in her eyes Kate was down in the living room with her panties back on, pulling up her skirt and searching for her blouse.

"You son of a bitch!" Kate hissed. "You deceitful, low life, treacherous scoundrel. Why waste abuse on a snake like you? Take me home this instant!"

Kate Harridan when she was riled, brooked no dissent. A chastened Bill Jenkins meekly opened the car door for the fuming woman. She slammed it closed herself. "But Katie ..." he tried to explain as he slid into the driver's side.

"Shut up! I don't want a peep out of you!" Kate glowered. There was nothing Bill could do but start the car and point it in the direction of Kate's apartment. To break the silence he slipped a cassette in the tape player.

Kate was furious, as wrought up as she ever remembered being. As with most women, when she was angry with herself, she projected her ire outward. What a creep! How could Bill Jenkins think she would fall for that romantic evening routine? Bill Jenkins playing the gentleman! What a laugh! Bill Jenkins was no gentleman. He was a rogue, a cad. The machista pig's idea of a good night with a woman was probably to throw the bitch down on a hardwood floor and fuck her senseless.

Kate bet he'd done it enough times, too, starting with that dumb blonde in college. Bill sure had the equipment for it. Kate eyed the bulge in his pants knowingly. Silly women didn't stand a chance with men like Bill. Just like that college floozy, they would glimpse a prong like Bill's and get so horny they couldn't keep their legs together. Any man with a prick the size of Bill Jenkins's was dangerous. Kate had never seen a package that size in a pair of pants. Bill probably had women falling over him, hot little numbers half his age that welcomed him into their warm wet fuck holes in a trice. Gad how she hated him!

"O.K., Katie. Here we are." Bill said at last. "And I really am sorry about ..."

"I thought I told you not to speak!" Kate snapped. Bill waked beside her to the door in silence.

"Well!" Kate growled as she turned her key in the lock.

"Well, what?" Bill asked uncomprehendingly.

"After your disgusting behavior tonight, do you think you can just dump me on my door stoop like a sack of potatoes? Get your sorry ass in here. I want to get laid!"

It was Zen, Kate later reflected dreamily later as she drifted down from a third orgasm and snuggled closer to her now sleeping partner. Once she stopped searching, the meaning became crystal clear. Bill had his huge part`n'er and damned if it didn't feel good!

*****

The next few weeks saw a general relaxation of discipline around NAG headquarters. The President, frankly, was not setting a good example, often ducking out on Thursday afternoons for a long weekend with her new silver-haired beau and sometimes not straggling back until noon on Monday.

Fortunately, Kate had loyal staff that stepped into the breech. NAG's head of Security, La Toya Ruston, put the fear of god into the unruly young men in their fancy cars who were causing havoc, queuing up for their dates every afternoon. Olivia Fuentes in Research tried to keep up a semblance of a media program. Victoria Chung of Personnel relentlessly docked the pay of girls who couldn't wait until quitting time to get started on their evening trysts.

One would have expected Milly to help hold the fort, but Milly was facing one of life's big decisions. A little queasiness one morning brought something to mind she had not thought about for a while. She had been having such a great time these last four months, but she realized that since visiting the Clinic, she had been forgetting to re-fill her prescription for contraceptives. With the exception of Wentworth who was always responsible, she hadn't had much protection. When she got going with Carlos or Albert or especially with Horse, she just didn't have the heart to insist that they stop to put on a condom and she sure as hell didn't spoil the moment by making them pull out before they came. Olivia would have made a more exact calculation. Milly's was rough. Let's see ... three men, twice a week each for four months, average, say, four times a night times maybe three oz. per come ... Hum. About two gallons of semen by her reckoning. Yep, she was probably pregnant.

Waiting until the baby was born was not the best way to assign paternity she knew; it weakened her bargaining position. The decision was too serious for "eeney, meeney, miney, moh." A more objective method was required and the answer was pretty obvious. Wentworth had even more money than Horse and was a lot more malleable. Of course Milly expected his lawyers to try to push him into a stingy pre-nuptial agreement, but she and Wenny would pay a visit to Dr. Bock to talk about the baby and she was sure Amaka could give her fiancee enough backbone to stand up to a few lawyers. Besides, Wentworth would need Amaka's help to "remember" that night he had begged Milly not to make him use a condom and not to wonder why their baby was a lot darker than either he or Milly.

Horse, Carlos and Albert were not too happy when Milly informed them she would not be able to see them quite so frequently once she was married. They were mollified, however, when she promised to introduce them to some of her friends. The ones she had in mind were taking work far too seriously, anyway, and needed a little more fun in their lives. Milly scheduled appointments with Dr. Bock for Olivia, Victoria, and La Toya.

*****

The group wedding of Kate and three NAG officers was the socio-political event of the season. Angelica Lopez headlined the "Style" spread "We're All `New Feminists' Now." The photo caption said it all, "...from left to right the party was composed of Mr. Charles, "Horse" Jones and his bride, Victoria Chung Jones; Mr. Carlos Valdez and bride La Toya Ruston Valdez; Mr. Albert Wu and bride Olivia Fuentes Wu; and Mr. William Jenkins, President of NARM and bride Catherine Harridan Jenkins, President of NAG. Accompanying the party were Mr. Wentworth Stokes and wife Mildred Stokes with infant; and Dr. James Bock of the Board of Directors of NARM and companion, Ms. Amaka Ebe"

The touching photograph showed a delicate Victoria with her dark, straight hair and almond eyes smiling up blissfully as the huge basketball player looked down on her in adoration. Heaven help the man who so much as *looked* the wrong way at his darling Vickie. No bantam rooster could have been more proud than Carlos at the side of the broadly grinning black woman who may have doubled his weight. Olivia and Albert were oblivious to the camera, lost in each others eyes. Kate in her surprisingly short bridal gown beamed as Bill held her around the waist like a prized possession. It was only a fluke of the camera angle that enabled a close observer of each bride's belly to note that someone had jumped the gun by several months on starting a family.

The photographer had not thought it seemly for a family newspaper to include the adjacent tableau, notwithstanding its considerable human interest. There a thin fiery redhead stood grinning, very proud and very pregnant, in the middle of the other four Wizards starters who were looking quizzically at each other.

The End

* * *

Comments, please, to:

Homer Vargas

I wish to acknowledge inspiration from "Downing Street" and someone else who does not wish to be acknowledged without blaming them for the execution. I also wish to thank "Gary Grant," who ought to be writing himself, and who will recognize his input.



The Examination Ch. 05



Although this story is somewhat self contained, it basically ties up loose ends from earlier stories, of the "Examination" series. So far as I know my own mind, it will be the last of the "Examination" stories (although a wave of adulation could turn my head). If you have not read the others, you will probably want to postpone this one until you have read, preferably in order, "The Examination," "On Further Examination," "Wonder Woman's Examination," and "Examination of a NAG".

Personal Examination by Homer Vargas

Dr. James Bock moped about the clinic, making everyone feel even worse than they did anyway. All the women had loved Janet. Long after she withdrew from the practice to bear and care for her and James's four children, she remained a mother hen to the women of clinic staff. No one could understand why Janet allowed herself to become obese; it seemed beyond even James's ability to control. Thin before her first pregnancy, she added more and more weight as James Jr., Clive, Sophia, and Susana arrived in quick succession. With increasing weight came less activity leading to still more weight gain.

A heart attack, unexpected, massive, definitive had taken her. James's sadness affected Amaka most of all. As her culture and human feeling directed, she had stepped in to see to James's and Janet's children. The house Mamma kept for her and her brood was small, but Mamma's heart was large and she smothered the little orphans with affection. They would be OK. It was James that worried Amaka.

The relation between a man and woman is mysterious, Amaka thought. "Good" marriages sometimes are hell from the inside. Men and women cling to partners that "everyone" knows are wrong for them, bound by love, desire, custom, who knows what? Amaka did not pretend to know what had gone on between James and Janet. I was another universe from the one she and James inhabited. In theirs, James was her master, as he was Janet's, but they were also friends, business partners, lovers and parents of her children. Amaka felt herself married to James even though he had gone home to Janet every night and was married to neither. James made love to Amaka at the office frequently, usually more than once daily, more frequently, Amaka believed, than he made love to Janet, especially after she grew fat. In a way it was like the culture of her childhood homeland in which James had Janet as his Senior wife and she was his Junior. wife. The passion had gone from his relationship with Janet, only love, duty, or whatever it was that bound him, lingered.

Amaka was, therefore, surprised that Janet's death had so devastated James. Only with immense will did he attend to clients, leaving Amaka to do virtually all of the seduction and conditioning of the women who continued to be sent to the clinic in increasing numbers. Certainly it affected their love making. The joy, the passion on the infrequent occasions was gone. Amaka felt James had transferred to her the obligatory sex he had with his deceased partner.

James stopped having sex with the other women of the clinic completely. It hurt them all, but especially Suzie and Megan, the youngest women who needed it the most. Amaka made a few adjustments in James's conditioning of them so that they could at least find some release in sex with each other, but she could not erase their desire for James himself.

This could not go on. It would not be easy. She might not succeed. But she had to try.

When James halfheartedly suggested sex with her in the office the next Friday evening, Amaka for the first time said no. She waited to see if he would take her. If he wished, he could fill her with an overpowering desire that would make refusal unthinkable. He could make her body move at his pleasure even if her mind remained unconvinced. His did neither, but only looked at her, puzzled.

"Pick me up at my house Saturday night at 8:00, darling. I've made plans for dinner. It's rather formal." Again Amaka waited to see if he would go along. If he didn't want to, he could just make her forget all about the arrangements. She had guessed right.

"OK. Why not?" James grinned almost shyly. It was the first smile of any kind Amaka had seen since Janet's death.

Saturday was a busy day. A lot was riding on this night, the happiness not only of her and James, but of many others. James could make many things right, or, if she failed, leave dozens of people, himself included, in misery. Amaka was glad she was a woman. She had the insight and, she hoped, the charms to make it happen.

Amaka had concluded that James felt guilty about Janet's death, but perhaps even more about her life. He had used his powers, not maliciously, but irresponsibly. He had only just stumbled onto his strange ability when he met Janet. She was the first woman whose life he had remade. Although Janet must have loved James over and above his power over her and though she had lived for the children she had given him, her life had been wrenched too far from her own goals. James probably never thought he would fall in love with the woman whose life he had turned upside down. James could give her unbelievable pleasure, but he could not make her totally happy. Now he never could.

Most of James clients were probably happier for his interventions in their lives, but there were a few who had also suffered from James's use of his powers. Amaka suspected that Janet's death had reminded James of his culpability in those cases, too. He needed to face what he had done, but he had to get beyond it without hating himself. That was her task. 

The element of surprise would be important. Fortunately, James knew Amaka only as a beautiful, if exotic, black woman who had fallen somewhat accidentally into his power. Typically for a man, he had not been too curious about the woman who had shared her body with him for the last four years. It was time he learned some things.

"I want him to fall in love me, Mamma," Amaka explained.

"He already loves you, child."

"That's what he thinks, too, but not totally. I want it all. Give me juju, Mamma."

"It's dangerous girl. Juju can make you evil and manipulative."

"No, Mamma. Just give me the good juju"

"Juju isn't good or bad, Amaka. It draws its power from what is in your heart. If your motives are even a little bad, the juju will turn evil and that evil will be multiplied many fold."

"I have to try, Mamma."

"Oh, Amaka! Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, Mamma."

"Amaka you are my first born daughter. I can't believe anything bad of you. If you want to use juju, I will do as you say." 

Mamma went to the corner and pulled a key from her bosom to unlock the ancient chest. Carefully she withdrew several small carved wooden objects. Amaka knew what she had to do and had brought out candles, arranging them in an ellipse with a mat in the center.  Amaka stripped and lay naked, perfectly still on the mat, waiting. Mamma went round the ring of candles, lighting each and repeating a chant. Then she danced around the circle of burning tapers, rolling her ample hips and singing softly, before stepping across the invisible threshold. With great precision, Mamma passed one and another of the idols over Amaka's body. The final one she passed three times around each breast and three times around Amaka's mound, intoning the age-old ritual. When she finished Amaka was deeply entranced.

Mamma smiled down at her sleeping daughter, the mother of her four grandchildren, still her little girl. "Time to get up, honey. Let's do something with that hair. You need some practical juju, too."

It hurt when Mamma knotted her hair into scores of tight plaits. Into each she wove in a piece or two of tinsel. It was a five hour job, but when she finished, both women were pleased with the results. Amaka went to her bath and soaked a long while, allowing the oils and unguents to be absorbed by her soft skin. When she emerged, she shown.

Naked, Amaka went to her closet and removed a garment from a back shelf where it had remained for years, awaiting such an occasion. The noble fabric responded to the touch of an iron and became as new. Amaka slipped on a diaphanous blue brassiere and a pair of navy thong panties and began to dress. Carefully she wound the Ukmoh around her shapely hips and drew the top in the same fabric over her breasts and shoulders. It took several adjustments to get the scalloped hem even with her ankle bones as Mamma had taught her. Mamma helped coil the matching Ubaletu around her shining black plaits and fluffed it until it added four or five inches to her height. Amaka examined herself in the mirror approvingly while Mamma looked on with pride. The craft of five hundred generations of African women had perfected this look. She would be irresistible

Mamma opened the door for James and ushered him to the living room to wait. Perhaps she was unaware of the psychology of making a man a little impatient before Amaka made a dramatic entrance. James was just slightly startled when Amaka greeted him from the doorway, "Good evening, darling."

James was stunned. Amaka had been working for him over four years. He had been fucking her exactly as long, although they had been making love for a shorter period. He had seen her daily. He had seen her in cute mini skirts, in elegant tailored suits, in the short, sexy smocks she wore around the office, in hot pants and bikinis, and of course in nothing at all. Now as looked at her as if he had never seen her before. Never.

Could this be the woman he worked with every day? Standing before him was a princess or a queen. An empress or a goddess! James could not take his eyes off the vision that had addressed him. Speech was impossible. His eyes caressed her from head to foot. The garment she wore was a deep yet somehow brilliant blue, a blue of sky that can only be seen from high mountains at twilight. Unsurprisingly, in that crepuscular background, gold studs and inlays sparkled like the first stars in the firmament when the sum has not yet yielded his dominion to night. A headdress of the same resplendent cloth adorned her head. The light caught and thrown back by the inlays made it a diadem.

James scarcely heard as Mamma told the elegant couple to have fun, that the children would be fine and ushered them out. As she closed the door, she said silent prayer to Ussa, et Fillis, and the Holy Spirit.

Amaka took James's arm and allowed him to escort her to the car, open the door for her, and see that she was seated. Hardly daring to look at his beautiful companion, James was heading in the direction of the city before he remembered to ask where they were going. Amaka told him to drive to the river front. James was puzzled, knowing there were no restaurants in that area. Nevertheless, he let Amaka direct him to park and lead him to the wharf.

A long ramp led to a brightly lighted deck of a dinner cruse ship. Amaka had timed their arrival well and only minutes later the vessel weighed anchor and eased into the deeper waters of mid river, quickly leaving behind the built-up parts of the city. Cocktails and canapes soon gave way to a full dinner with dozens of other couples.

James and Amaka didn't talk much over dinner; James because he couldn't; Amaka because it wasn't necessary. As he gazed at her, holding her hand, not able to get his fill of looking, the words and images of the classic music video came back to him. Like Whitney Houston, Amaka could say, "I'm every woman; it's all in me." It was an epiphany; it was time to dance.

The band struck up a Latin beat and James and Amaka took center stage on the floor. As the combo pumped out the Salsas and Meringues of Carlos Vives and Niche, James marveled at his partner. Of course her dancing was superb. But Amaka put a wiggle in her hips and a subtle contortion into the movements of her belly that reminded everyone of the Afro-Caribbean origins of this music.

The panting couples were taking a break from hard driving techno-rock when the ship reached its southernmost point and swung round, allowing those on both sides to view the long incline up on the Virginia side towards Mt. Vernon, brilliantly illuminated for the benefit of the dinner dancers.

On the way back, the orchestra wisely switched to ballads of the `60s and `70s that put everyone in a mellower mood. As the liner pulled to within sight of the Washington Monument, the music had drifted farther back to Hoagie Carmichael and Cole Porter. James was holding Amaka very close and they swayed, almost asleep in each other's arms, to the magical old lyrics.

It was well past midnight when the last of the happy couples descended the gangplank, most looking more at each other than at where they were going. James thought Amaka had never felt softer, had never fit more perfectly into his arms, as if she had always been there. If, that is, the world had even *existed* before this moment. Was this not the first night of a newly created Earth, a terrestrial paradise that might be lost, but never again equaled? James dreaded for this night to end. Reluctantly he pointed the car toward Amaka's house in upper Northeast.

"Not that way, darling," she smiled.

James looked at the lovely woman at his side, not knowing how to believe his good fortune. He started to ask her something, but Amaka stopped his lips with a kiss.

"Home, James," she ordered.

Amaka seemed to have no shyness, walking into the stately home James had shared with Janet. Without having to ask, she led James to the bedroom. She allowed him to watch as she removed the Ubaletu and shook her plaits free. He stared in fascination as she untied the Ukmoh and let it drop to the floor. He didn't have to wait long before she shed the bra and panties and began undressing him.

They made love. James had believed he had made love to Amaka many times. He now realized that he had been wrong. They had only had loving, tender sex. It had been wonderful sex, but nothing like this. "James, James, oh my love, Oh James, James" Amaka sobbed between orgasms.

James could only repeat her name like a mantra, "Amaka, Amaka, Amaka, Amaka" his voice, too, broken with feeling as he thrust himself deep into the woman clinging to him. "One flesh." The old Biblical phrase flashed into James's mind. It had always struck him as material and crude. Now he knew it was but a literal description of what his and Amaka's bodies sought -- coupling, joining, fusion, a melting together, a perfect union.

A terrible tenderness came over James as he felt Amaka drift off to sleep. She lay cradled in his arms, so perfectly trusting, snuggling closer as her breathing grew soft. Did any man deserve this trust; did he; could he earn it? He never wanted her to leave his side. As James drowsily held the now sleeping woman, he realized that not only had he and Amaka never made love before, they had never slept together. "Sleep together." It was much so much more than a euphemism for having sex. It was a totally different way of making love, one in which the elbows and the backs of the legs, the knees and the shoulder blades, could participate for hour after hour, long after the genitals no longer touched.

The last thing James remembered before going to sleep was Amaka's hair tickling his nose. He could have flicked it aside, but decided he would rather just fold her more tightly into the crook of his body. The first thing he saw in the next morning was Amaka's smiling face. Compared to this moment, he had never been happy before. Tears filled his eyes. "I love you so much, Amaka."

"And I love you," she replied. "You are a good man, James, worthy of a woman's love. You must believe that and not keep torturing yourself over Janet."

"But I ..." Amaka stifled his protest with a kiss.

"Whatever you did, Love, is done. Janet left you four children whom she loved above anything. The best thing you can do is give them their daddy back. Look,"

Amaka clapped her hands and two by two the children filed in. Amaka's children, being used to constant coming and goings since they were babies, were more outgoing than Janet's. Ifi led James Jr. by the hand even though he was several months her senior. Efe tugged at the shy Clive. Little Jerome and Sophia were already best friends and playmates and followed their brothers and sisters in without coaxing. Mamma entered last holding the babies, Leroy and Susana.

As James looked from one to the other, he was consumed by love for them all. He knew that he had to remake a life for them as well as for the wonderful creature lying at his side.

"They're all *here*" James stated, somewhat foolishly, but Amaka understood what he meant.

"Of course, darling. Mamma brought them last night. This is their home. It's our home. They have a wonderful Mamma, but they need a mother and a father."

It took a few days to work out the sleeping arrangements and a routine to get everyone bathed and fed in the mornings and still permit James and Amaka to get to the clinic by 10:00 AM or so. The nature of the practice changed. James and Amaka became even more equal partners. Now they never took a client just because his or her partner wanted a subservient sex maniac. They interviewed the couple carefully and made the adjustments necessary, usually to both.

Amaka did not need to tell James what to do about the ex-clients. Over many weeks and months he made calls, tracking down people and getting them into the clinic for business, but within a year things were falling into place.

*****

It had not been easy to locate Kathy Black. James was appalled at finding her in a housing project struggling to support six children by four different men. When they heard her story, however, Kate and Bill Jenkins of NAP (National Association of People) had no trouble deciding they wanted Kathy to head up their legal staff. Kathy was surprised how old Bill Atturbury had changed and after making him court her assiduously for several months agreed to marry him.

Bill Atturbury could have been their grandfather, but Pauline, Carlitos, Chun and Chan , and Malcolm Jr. couldn't have been more delighted. He read them stories, and played horsy, and could make an elephant sound that never failed to set them giggling hilariously. This was so much more fun than running a conglomerate that Bill turned his remaining interests over to Trent. He took Pauline and Carlitos to pre-school and even found changing the diapers of Susana and Martin Luther hugely satisfying.

As much as he adored these children, however, Bill begged Kathy to let him get her pregnant so they could have a baby of their own. Kathy told him he must be out of his mind. It could have been cause for a row, but they loved each other too much to argue over numbers. Eventually Kathy compromised on three.

*****

When James called, Angelica supposed that he had decided it was time to give her another child. She was puzzled when, instead, he asked her to send Robert to the clinic for another visit. Wonderful "after sales service," she laughed to herself in the days and nights that followed. Angelica loved the “improvements” in Robert. He was as sweet as ever, but seemed somehow more imaginative in his lovemaking. He no longer just waited around to please his ever-horny wife, but took more initiative, fucking her at times and in places that Angelica wouldn't have thought of. Angelica would have to thank James personally when she saw him next.

Another motive for seeing James intervened. "What's going on, James? I've missed my period." Angelica demanded, more than a little annoyed.

"Do you need to ask what that means?" James replied, amused.

"It's not funny, James" Angelica snapped. "Why treat me like that? I never deny you. I enjoy letting you get me pregnant. There was no reason to get me down to the clinic, impregnate me and then make me forget the whole thing!"




The Examination Ch. 05



"You haven't been to the clinic, Angelica and I didn't get you pregnant.”

"Then who did?"

"How should I know?" James teased. "Have you been sleeping around?"

"No, you bastard, only with ..." She stopped and rapidly counted the days. She had been ovulating soon after Robert's visit to James's clinic. A look of consternation spread over her face. "But that's impossible."

"I reversed Robert's vasectomy, Angelica, and told him about our now defunct arrangement. I'm sure Robert will be very happy to find he's going to be a father for the first time."

"My god! I'm as horny as ever. So from now on I'll have to take precautions?"

"That's up to you, but don't expect too much help from Robert. Under the circumstances I can bet he will be wanting to make up for lost time."

*****

Malcolm Foster was mad as hell. He had been waiting in this damned doctor's office for forty five minutes. He could be out on the street dealing. This delay was costing him money, over $1500, but it couldn't be helped. He wasn't here of his own free will.

Everything had started going wrong for Malcolm several months ago when his favorite woman, that horny white bitch named Kathy had been snatched out of his life. He had had made with her. She craved sex and by giving or withholding his woman pleaser, he had made her a virtual sex slave. The oversexed slut had learned to cook for him better than any of his black girlfriends and she had let him make her pregnant twice. Malcolm had been thinking it was time she started working on another little bastard when everything changed. He didn't underhand how she suddenly was able to laugh off his bullying and then get some rich white man screwing her. Even before the old bastard married her, he installed Kathy in a fancy apartment with security that didn't let Malcolm in.

Malcolm though his luck had turned when Horse Jones and the other four Wizards starters showed up at his house one day. He quickly learned his mistake. It was funny, they seemed to know all about him. "Kathy tells me you like white girls," Horse said a little menacingly.

"Sure, Bro'," Malcolm replied nervously. "Them white bitches really likes a nice big piece of black meat."

"And I believe you've said that you like to `get a horny a white woman so addicted to my cock she'll let me make her pregnant,' or word to that effect?" asked "Jumper" Bradford

"Uh ... sure," Malcolm answered truthfully, but growing apprehensive about this line of questioning.

"Well, that real convenient," remarked Rufus Prescott

"Because we've got just the girl for you." continued "Apple" Appleby

"Drop those pants, my friend. Let's see if you've got what it takes to keep a hungry woman satisfied," Jumper ordered. Malcolm was a big man, but no more than any one of these five LARGE black men. He decided to comply. The team made a quick assessment of Malcolm's crotch assets and went into a huddle.

"It's worth asking her, I guess," said Rufus.

"Come in here, Ethel, baby," Apple called. "What do you think?"

A thin redhead in hot pants appeared in the door. Ethel Patterson appraised Malcolm carefully, paying especially close attention to the zone between his legs and then grinned. "I'll take him."

"Looks like you've got yourself a new girlfriend," smiled Horse.

"What are you talking about, man?" Malcolm objected, looking over the woman who was looking him over. "That ain't no woman. that's a scarecrow! Look at her! Hell, I've seen bigger tits on a gnat. And her rear end! There ain't enough meat on her scrawny ass for a man to sink his teeth into." Malcolm protested.

"Sorry you feel that way," Rufus frowned. "We were hoping to find someone to take a very enthusiastic lady off our hands. Coach says she's wearing us out." The others nodded in agreement.

"What's going on?" Ethel objected. "You told me you knew someone who could keep me happy."

"He will, baby. He will," Apple reassured her. "Just be patient.

"You obviously don't know a good thing when it looks you in the eye, my friend," Horse lectured with the full support of his team mates. "I guess you'd better go talk to a friend or ours. Here's the telephone number. Ask for an appointment with Dr. Bock and tell them Horse sent you." Malcolm had understood that he was not free to ignore the suggestion. That's why he was sitting here, in this funny looking room, waiting to see some dumb *women's* doctor.

"You can come in now, Mr. Foster." said a tall beautiful back woman. Malcolm again thought his luck was about to change. This time, he was right.

Several weeks later Malcolm was lying somewhat dazed and exhausted, looking up into the shining eyes of the lithe redhead who straddled him. It always amazed him that a woman who weighed no more than Ethel could *drain* him the way she did. No matter how many times he made her cum, she kept demanding more and more until he was a noodle. "Oh, is that all?" Ethel asked, never able to hide completely her disappointment when Malcolm petered out. "Is my `tweet chocolate popcicle all tired-y poo?" she continued, slipping into baby talk. Malcolm was drifting off. "Tweetie," she asked pensively. "How would `ou wike doing me doggie?"

It was like mentioning food to someone after a big meal. Malcolm groaned. The woman was insatiable! "Oh, baby, I'd love to, but not right *now*."

"Oh, I know `at. Wight now my widdle boy is going to take a wong nappy so tomowow he will be big and twong again," Ethel reassured, obviously referring more to Malcolm's limp cock than to him. "Mamma Ethel means would `ou wike to do her the doggie way all the time for the last month or two?"

Malcolm had been having trouble paying attention. Even when she didn't have him fucked him out, Ethel's baby talk made him sleepy, but the implication of her question suddenly brought him fully awake. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with surprise. If she weren't a proper wife and mother, the expression on Mrs. Ethel Foster's face would have to be called a shit eating grin.

"`At's wight, `ou naughty boy. `Ou put that bid old bwack baby-maker in a bewwey of `ou's bwand new widdle white bwide once too often duwing our honeymoon. Now `ou'll just have to suffer the consequences!" she teased.

Malcolm was too happy to say anything as Ethel looked down at him, as if awaiting his reply. "Ouuuh!" she brightened. "I'll take that as `yes,'" she said and began to hump up and down again on Malcolm's reviving cock.

*****

"Hell, no I'm not paying more than 6 cents a MCF for Bangladeshi gas. If they don't want to sell at that price, tell them *they* can build the damned pipeline!" Trent Atturbury snapped, punching off his cellular so hard it might be damaged. Life was funny , he thought. The last thing he ever expected in life was being saddled with his father's business. Unless it was enjoying the hell out of it! Trent had wanted to be a writer, moving words around on paper. Moving men and money around the world turned out to be much more fun!

The turn of events in Trent's life was almost unbelievable. First his father had gone off the deep end over Kathy, an old girlfriend of his, a welfare mother with a houseful of children. Then Daddy decided to chuck the business and turn everything over to him so he could play daddy to Kathy's kids and a growing number of his own rug rats. The horny old goat had just gotten Kathy pregnant again.

As a condition of giving Trent control of a multi-billion dollar empire, however, Daddy had insisted Trent see some kind of psychologist, a Ms. Amaka Ebe, to "put some spine" in his formerly wishy-washy personality. Well, wishy-washy he was no longer, at least not in the office. Better still, however, through Amaka, Trent had met an incredible woman!

Ayo was a member of Amaka's family. Trent didn't understand exactly what the relationship was. Months ago he had accepted Ayo's advice that their liaison remain a secret among his business colleagues. "I'm not a woman you take out," she had told him with a grin. "I'm a woman to come home to." He knew what she meant. Not that she was black and he was white; he would have killed anyone who made *that* an issue, but the difference in their ages and her girth would have raised some eyebrows. Ayo had the body of a woman who had lived and loved quite a few years longer than Trent. She was built on the "Aunt Jemima" model -- the original, not the Naomi Campbell look-alike.

No one knew it, but Ayo was his other half. Outgoing where Trent was withdrawn, passionate when he was too analytic, patient when he would jump to conclusions, keeping in mind the big picture where he could be lost in detail. Ayo knew nothing about the oil and gas business, but she had saved his company from several big mistakes with her insights.

Most important, Ayo loved Trent. She loved him enough to make him tell her everything. When she asked, "How was work?" she expected, and got, a full, blow by blow recounting. She beamed with pride at Trent's triumphs, grew angry or dismissive of his conflicts, comforted him in occasional failures. Whatever happened, she was on his side, encouraging him, having more faith in him than he sometimes had in himself. Whether in happiness or despair, Ayo always told him he was wonderful and made him believe it by making love to him. hot, heavy, passionate love.

Nothing ever seemed to dampen Ayo's spirits, so when Trent found her crying one evening, he was more than surprised, he was alarmed. He had never needed to comfort her before. It was not easy to take the large woman into his arms, but her consternation made her slip into his embrace. She lay her head on his chest and sobbed. "Oh, Trent, darling, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't intend for it to happen; you've got to believe me. I'm afraid of what you'll say and I'll do it if you tell me to, but it's wrong and I don't want to."

"Ayo, Ayo. What's wrong? What could you possible have done to need my forgiveness? Did you damage something? That Bukara in the living room? Don't be silly. This is now your house as much as mine."

"No Trent, it's not the carpet; it's ... it's everything. I've messed up. I just didn't think it could still happen; I thought I was too old."

"Ayo, honey, you're not making sense. What do you mean you thought you were too old, that you've messed up everything?"

"Our life, Trent. I messed it up by getting pregnant and its yours and I don't want to get an abortion. Please let me keep it. I'll move out and never bother you about it, but please let me keep your baby." Her words poured out in a single breath.

"Oh, Ayo, honey! Trent almost shouted. "This is the most wonderful news you could have given me. I was worried something was wrong with me. You don't know how jealous I've been of James and your niece or whatever she is. They've got four already and she expecting again. Now we are going to have a baby, too."

Ayo looked up at Trent, relief and adoration in her still tear-filled eyes. "You mean it? You want to have a baby? With a big old woman like me? You want to make me fatter?

"You are not `fat,' Ayo. You're round, and every pound you've put on since you were Amaka's age had gone to places men like to see them. If the baby takes after you, we're going to have the handsomest boy or the most gorgeous little girl imaginable. Who have you told?"

"Nobody, I was afraid you'd make me ..."

"You don't know me as well as you think, if you believed I would let you, much less make you abort a baby, even if the baby were not mine. Case closed. Get up and call Amaka to tell her she's going to have a new little cousin."

"What do you mean, `cousin?'" Don't you know, Trent? Amaka's not my niece, she's my daughter. She's going to have a new little brother or sister."

"Ayo, this is so wonderful! Yesterday I was an unattached. though spoken-for male; now I'm going to be a father. And I guess I'm Amaka's father and I've got grandchildren! There's just one more thing I need."

"What are you talking about?" Ayo asked, amused by Trent's strange, expansive ideas of family.

"I need a wife."

*****

Bloody inconvenient, Col. Steve Trevor thought. Not that he was unhappy that his wife had let him make her pregnant again. He loved seeing Diana, who was so active and trim, gradually slow down and plump up when she was having a baby. He even loved making love to her when she was pregnant, at least he supposed he did. All he could actually remember from their nights together was lying at her side, stroking her swollen belly, gently sucking and kissing her laden tits and sometimes tonguing her to one orgasm after another. But they must make love. Steve Jr., two, Drucilla, one, and Diana's expanding belly was proof of that.

Still it was bloody inconvenient. Why did it have to happen that every time he got Wonder Woman pregnant, Diana turned up pregnant, too?

*****

Paul Graves was surprised to get a call from a Dr. James Bock. It took him a minute to recall the strange doctor who a few years ago had fixed that junior partner in his firm so she would fuck him. Kathy, he seemed to remember her name. She had really been hot, couldn't get enough of him. He had enjoyed her until he got her pregnant and he had moved on. That was about the time that Betty had found out about his affairs. She had walked into Paul's office one afternoon to find his secretary carefully positioned over an arm chair with Paul fucking her like blazes.

Funny, after Betty had divorced him and he was free to screw any woman he wanted to, it turned into a bore. Finding them, telling them the same damned funny stories, taking them to the same restaurants and back to his apartment, fucking them for a few weeks and then getting rid of them -- always the most difficult part. Where was the fun in that?. Sometime he even missed Betty. She was certainly a lot more interesting to talk to that the bimbos he picked up.

This was pretty strange. The doctor suggested they meet at a downtown club. Paul was inclined to say no, but James suggested he had a new woman he wanted to introduce to Paul. What the hell? Paul agreed. He had never been very good at guy-to-guy talk, but he found that after a few beers, it was really easy to open up to Dr. Bock. Paul was telling the doctor things he never had really thought of before -- how tired he was of the meaningless conquests of airheads, how he missed his children, how he even missed having a woman who was his equal, who looked out for his interests, who would tell him he was full of shit when he was, who didn't think his beer belly "was cute."

"I've got just the woman for you" James said.

Perhaps there was some surreptitious signal or perhaps it was Kismet. Just them Paul Graves glanced over towards the entrance of the club and saw her standing there. At first he didn't recognize her. His eyes met hers and his mouth dropped. Slowly she walked toward him. It was Betty, but ... but .... Paul had never seen her like this, at least not for years. She had on a tight-fitting off-white dress cut five or six inches above her knee. The matching heels gave a roll to her hips that drove him crazy. As she drew closer he noticed the kind of large, flashy earrings he had wanted her to wear for years. Since the last time he had seen her, she had lost inches around the waist without reducing her ample hips and eye-popping boobs. If "babe" could be applied to a woman almost fifty, Betty was a babe.

Paul was so struck by seeing Betty again he hadn't noticed she wasn't alone. "Good evening, Paul, James. May I introduce my friend, Arnold."

A tall muscular blonde stuck out his had to shake. "Hi." he smiled.

Paul was struck silent again. As he shook hands with the young man he tried to place the face. He had seen it before. My god! This was the himbo that had appeared on TV with Sen. Finger. Instantly everything was clear. Betty had gotten herself sexy as hell again and now had this hunk fucking her lights out.

"Hello, Arnold. What is your line of endeavor?" Paul said, trying to be civil.

The smile faded from the young man's face and he looked at Betty for help. "Arnold is a handy man," Betty explained. "At least *I* find him very handy. Hope you're keeping well, Paul. Now if you'll excuse us ...." Betty took Arnold's hand and led him away to a corner booth.

"Amaka is bringing your date. I can't imagine what is keeping them," James remarked. Paul wasn't listening. He was staring through the dim light to see what his wife, well, his ex-wife was doing with the young man. They had been kissing for about two minutes non stop and Betty was starting to squirm. Paul thought he could see Betty's short skirt rucked up closer to her crotch as she spread her legs. From her movements it was pretty evident where Arnold's hand had gone and what *it's* line of endeavor was. Presently, several other patrons glanced over at the moans and grunts coming from the couple in the corner booth where a woman in a short white dress appeared to be having an orgasm.

"Ah, here they are," James boomed, not seeming to pay attention to the spectacle over in the corner. Reluctantly Paul turned his attention to James and the two women who had just walked in. One was tall, black, and .very beautiful. The other was a shorter cute blonde about 25.

"Sorry we're late, darling," said the taller woman as she kissed James.

"Paul, this is my wife, Amaka and Megan. Megan works in our office.

"I answer the `phones for Dr. Bock." Megan put in.

Drinks arrived and James inched close to Amaka. The lovers began whispering softly to each other. Paul was left to pretend to listen to Megan's chatter as he tried to see the action in the corner booth. James, Amaka, and Megan were the only people in the club who seemed oblivious to what was going on. Betty had thrown her head back on the seat. Her eyes were closed and sheer ecstasy rippled across her face. Her blouse was open and Arnold's face was buried in her well endowed bosom. If Betty had come with a bra, it was no longer extant. From the way her tits had jiggled as she walked in, Paul was convinced she hadn't worn one. Arnold appeared to be sucking one tit and them the other without removing his hand from between Betty's legs. She was whinnying in rut.

"You wanna dance?" Megan asked her distracted partner. He didn't, of course, but anything was better than the torture of watching his wife, well, his ex wife, getting fondled and finger fucked. The music was some strange mixture of keyboard with lots of electronic rhythm, far too fast. Paul didn't really know what to do out on the floor. The other dancers were just gyrating. Paul tried to gyrate, too, but didn't do it as well as Megan.

Objectively speaking, Megan was a sexy little thing. She had big boobs that bounced in syncopation to the music. Paul didn't understand how she could dance like that in what must have been five inch heels, but supposed she had had lots of practice. The provocative way her hips wiggled ought to have had him plotting how to get her out of that red miniskirt and his prick into her no doubt juicy little cunt. She was pretty, sexy, and not too bright -- just his type. But for some reason Paul felt no attraction to her at all. He would have been worried about his age and hormone levels had he not realized he still had an erection from watching Arnold orgasm his wife, well, his ex-wife.

Because he wasn't good at this ridiculous excuse for dancing, Paul was tiring rapidly just as Megan seemed to be getting warmed up. She was flinging one arm and then the other into the air and letting out intermittent jungle-like cries. Soon every man in the club except James was staring. Even Arnold took a break from working on Betty's twat to look. Betty, too, sat up to see what had caused the interruption in Arnold's wonderful service and grinned at the sight.




The Examination Ch. 05



Recovering rapidly from twenty or more minutes of uninterrupted foreplay, Betty nudged Arnold to lead her to the floor. Arnold was happy to comply as this brought him closer to the wild little blonde. If having trouble keeping up with the contortions of his partner was humbling for Paul, seeing his wife, well, his ex-wife, start performing an only slightly less frenetic version of whatever Megan was doing, was acutely embarrassing. Where the hell had the woman learned to dance like that? When Betty ground her hips and jiggled her tits, she had a lot more to grind and jiggle than the girl.

Perhaps sensing that a riot might break out if the hot little blonde's and her older companion's display of blatant sexuality wasn't curbed, the band switched to a `70s ballad. Megan deflated like an untied balloon, disoriented by the slower 4/6 beat. Paul tried to lead, but Megan was hopeless. Glancing over, Paul saw that Betty was in the same predicament.

"Do you mind?" Paul asked smoothly, dropping Megan's hand and tapping the young man on the shoulder. Neither Arnold or Megan had ever heard of "cutting in" but the maneuver went off without a hitch. Arnold and Megan were left staring at each other, not knowing what to do, as Paul swept off with his wife, well, his ex-wife.

"My god what a spectacle you were making of yourself!" Paul whispered between clenched teeth, hiding his ire from the other dancers behind a broad smile.

"What about yourself, *darling*?" Betty hissed. "You were perfectly ridiculous clomping around to a techno-beat."

"I mean over at the booth! At least she wasn't giving me a blow job in public."

"Don't complain to me. *You* were the one who had the way with the ladies all these years."

"If you'd dressed and looked as hot as you do tonight, I wouldn't have been chasing skirts."

"When did you ever invite me to a place like this, where a woman who looks like a woman is appreciated? The only place you ever took me was to those damned cocktail parties with your corporate clients," Betty shot back. "Well, looks like you have a woman with the proportions you like."

"What do you mean? You've got the proportions I like, babe."

"I mean the little blonde. Looks like her bust size exceeds her age which exceeds her IQ."

The other dancers marveled as the suave gentleman and his elegantly sexy dance partner glided around the floor, unaware of the exchange of vituperation passing between the smiling couple.

"But I'll take that as a compliment, anyway. Thank you." Betty continued, slightly mollified.

"I mean it, babe. I've never seen you looking so good."

"Not having to put up with *you* had given me more time to spend on myself," Betty explained, icily.

"Well, what can I say? Did you had to leave me to become the woman I've always wanted?"

"Why didn't you tell me what you wanted?

"Well, I did, didn't I? I'm sure I told you I liked a woman in heels and earrings and you don't need to be told men like to see a woman's legs."

"You told me how you liked `a woman' to dress. You never told me that you'd love to see `me' dressed that way. I wanted to be your wife, Paul, not your whore. Why didn't you ever send me any of those flowers I kept finding receipts for?" Betty was sobbing softly now and had snuggled into Paul's arms.

"Oh baby! I was so stupid running after sex from all those chicks, but I never loved anyone but you."

"Paul, darling, I want to believe that so much."

"Elizabeth, my love. Please come back to me. Give me a change to prove I love you every day for the rest of my life."

James and Amaka like everyone else in the club were riveted on the couple standing in the middle of the dance floor, no longer moving, crying into each other's arms. Amaka leaned over and kissed James approvingly. Then she noticed Arnold and Megan over in the corner booth. Arnold appeared to be sucking one tit and them the other without removing his hand from between Megan's legs. She was whinnying in rut. Amaka leaned over and kissed James again.

The End

Comments, please, to: Homer Vargas