How do victims rebound from criminal abuse? Do the acts committed against them leave lasting marks? Can they go on with life as they knew it?
Sandra Weston, Martin Benning, and Melanie Rossignol were three of a dozen young graduate students sexually used by their professors and university alumni. Natalia Lazenby had hypnotized them in an evil sex-for-bursaries scheme set up by her husband, Old Lazenby. They are at the centre of this tale, along with Ben Weston, Sandie's mate, the rookie cop who cracked the case.
In recent weeks, Sandie had been spending plenty of time with Martin Benning. There were hours of sex, driven by the animal instincts which had been embedded by Natalia Lazenby's hypnotic powers. They understood that a strong connection had been forged between them by their common experience.
Between trysts, they were talking about their future at the university. Marty was resuming his doctoral thesis work. But Sandie was reluctant to return after the way two of her trusted professors had deceived and used her. They were discussing this as they sat across the table from each other in the edge-of-campus coffee shop.
"Look, Sandie, if you don't go back, you're giving in. The Lazenbys win. Go back to school, and you thumb your nose at them."
"Maybe, but I couldn't go back there. It would be too much like researching for The Professor again."
"I understand that. But here's a thought. My research is still about Neuro-Linguistic Programing, but now I do it as someone who was taken in. Been there, done that, right? It gives me a different approach. Could you do that sort of thing?"
"Not sure if it would work with my old topic, Multiple Personalities? Anyway, I don't want to go over all that!"
Marty wasn't about to give up yet.
"The Rubins' de-programming sessions are cool. Could you do something with that, researching it as someone who's part of the process?"
"Hmmm.... Now that's interesting, Marty. A study of de-programing as experienced by a participant. Things like: what was done; how I felt about it; and, how it has affected me. Yes.... Maybe you're on to something there."
"I'm sure they'd fix you up with a good advisor. The university is doing everything they can to make us happy. I think that strange-looking guy, Professor Byrd, has worked with people escaping cults."
"I like your idea, Marty! I know Ben really wants me back at school. Thinks it would be good for me. Hey, you've been a great help. Thanks!"
Sandie smiled at Marty and reached across the table to take his hand. She squeezed it tightly and trained her eyes on his. She held onto it for a long time, not saying anything, just gazing into his soul. Then she spoke slowly, almost hypnotically.
"You help me so much, Marty.... You understand me.... We've been through so much.... We're the same."
"Yes, Sandie," he replied in a flat tone. "We are.... We really are."
She could tell that he was falling under her power once again, so she continued.
"We should talk now.... At your place.... Let's go talk."
"Yes, Sandie.... I want to talk.... At my place.... Let's go."
"Your keys, Marty.... I'll drive.... Let's go now.... Take my arm."
"Take my keys.... Yes.... To my place," he mumbled robotically as they got up to leave the coffee shop, Sandie locking his arm to steer him out the door.
They were on their way to one more spirited 'talk' session in Marty's bed. Sandie was craving another one of those mind-blowing orgasms which she had experienced so often with the Lazenbys and June Hendricks while hypnotized. It seemed that her past had imprinted her subconscious mind so deeply that it now ruled her.
Her friend knew how to deliver just what she wanted.
****
Sandie sped to Marty's apartment, telegraphing her intentions by resting her open palm on his upper thigh most of the time. In case there was any doubt, when she parked and turned the key, she cupped his balls through his jeans and squeezed. Sandie smiled as he turned, gazing into his eyes intently.
"I need to fuck.... I need it bad, Marty!"
"I need it too.... Come upstairs now."
"You understand me.... The Professor did this."
"Yes.... I need it too."
They went quickly to his apartment and straight to his bedroom. Sandie pulled off her jeans and sweater, revealing the sexy underthings which Natalia had picked out for her. A push-up half-bra gathered everything from her chest and presented it with part of her now-extended nipples on display. Her tiny thong barely covered her shaved mound, and from behind there was one string between her legs and another around her waist.
She turned slowly to model for Marty.
"You like?" she teased.
"Oh yeah!... Where'd you get that?"
"An evil woman chose it for me," Sandie joked, able to acknowledge The Professor's part in her new sexuality.
"Where's the clasp?" was all Marty could say, as he fumbled to undo the bra.
"Let's try the sofa today instead of your bed all the time," Sandie teased, for this was the fourth time they'd been together in the past few weeks.
Very quickly they reverted to their imprinted states- Sandie was his sex toy and Marty her sex machine. There was something deep in their subconscious that embraced these roles so avidly. She lay on her back spread wide and beckoned with a crooked finger for him to come into her. He didn't think twice, eager to again enjoy this petite, blonde beauty with whom he was so closely bonded.
"Ohhh.... That feels good!... I love your fat cock."
"Your pussy is amazing!... It's gripping me tight."
"Give it to me now!... Fuck me.... I need it!"
"Anytime.... When you want it."
"I want it.... Now."
Both were firmly locked into their mind-altered states: toy meet machine. Sandie clung to his shoulders, pulling him against her with each thrust of his big cock, meeting every push with an outward heave of her own. His knees were levered in the crease between the sofa cushions, her pussy made more accessible by a cushion beneath her buttocks. Sandie's creamy juices squished each time they came together.
"Try another way, Marty.... I'll bring my legs right up... then really pound me!"
"Whatever you want, Natal... I mean, Sandie."
Marty was so deep into his subconscious brain that he momentarily forgot who he was with! His friend's concentrated stare had overcome all rational thought.
As Marty drove his big rod into Sandie's sopping pussy, he felt alive, doing exactly what he'd been trained for by The Professor. With each hand, he took one of Sandie's feet and moved them apart. Below him, he could see her enveloping organ, a rosy pink with exertion. Higher up, her creamy tits were capped with peaked nipples which she was pulling and twisting in her arousal. Beyond that, was her lovely face and penetrating green eyes.
"Fuck me!... Fuck me harder, Marty," she commanded, and he obeyed.
Both were enjoying this performance, but they were beginning to tire. And the leather sofa had become slippery and uncomfortable with their dripping perspiration.
"On the rug now.... From behind," Sandie called out.
Marty's cock was bursting with his seed, ready for release into his partner. As soon as he fed it back into her, he began sliding to her depths, aided by plentiful lubrication. Sandie gripped the rug between her fingers, prepared for his invading onslaught. Soon, the slap-slap-slap of groin against butt filled the room.
"That's it, Marty.... Harder! Harder!... Fuck me!" Sandie ordered and he willingly complied.
"What a pussy!... What a sweet pussy!" he babbled, starting to lose what little mind he had left at this point.
"More! More, Marty!... More!" she urged, and Marty the Sex Machine shifted into his top gear.
Now they were almost there, climbing, reaching, grasping for what they both needed so much. They didn't realize that they were performing for the Lazenbys, for June Hendricks again. They were behaving exactly as Natalia had programmed them, their subconscious minds on autopilot. Her evil manipulations would not be easily undone.
"Ugh!... Ugh!... Oh, Marty!... Ugh!... Ugh!... Yes.... Yessss....Mmmmppphhhh!!!"
Sandie came first, launching into a series of convulsions which wracked her over-heated body. She clenched the rug, arching her back upward as muscles grabbed, then released. Still, Marty kept pumping into her from behind.
"Oh my god!... Stop Marty!... Stop! Stop!" she ordered, breathlessly.
But he wouldn't. He couldn't. Marty was almost there now himself. A few more thrusts would do it.
His cock erupted like a throttled volcano, blasting his cum up into the deepest recesses of his partner's lithe body. Once... twice... three times... and more, he continued to plunge into her until he had been drained.
By now both were exhausted and crumpled into a damp heap on the carpet to catch their breath.
"Remember, Marty. This is secret," Sandie rasped, and he nodded his head.
"I'll never say a thing to anybody, Sandie.... They'd never understand."
****
Mrs. Rubin's de-programming classes had certainly given Sandie ample opportunity to see how different methods were applied to 'unlearning' imprinted ideas. For example, the trainer had used negative reinforcement, in an attempt to extinguish Natalia Lazenby's cues that her hypnotized grads should wear slutty clothing.
It hadn't worked in Sandie and Melanie Rossignol's cases. They still reveled in wearing their trashiest, sexiest things when they met at each other's homes for tea and more. They'd done so three times already and had become well acquainted with each other's intense inner desires for female flesh.
Some of Mrs. Rubin's sessions were less coercive. At times, she stepped back and focused more on the interaction of the group of seven female victims. She wanted individuals to be supportive of one another. They'd all been through the same thing with the Lazenbys and some alumni, so they understood each other.
Sandie began to see her meetings for de-programming as a research topic. She soon realized that her experiences in the group, coupled with professional research would provide an excellent thesis topic. She discussed it with Mrs. Rubins and she readily agreed, thinking such self-examination would help Sandie shake off Natalia's influence.
So Sandie decided to go back to school. Marty's idea had been excellent, and he had even suggested a new advisor, Professor Byrd. She had her confidant to thank for her renewed sense of direction. Of course, she also appreciated that he had restored her ability to orgasm too!
