This story comes from two reader suggestions. One wanted to hear about other victims of the Lazenby scheme. Another felt the storyline was diverging too much from the original chapters.
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Melanie and Zane's Story
Melanie Rossignol was by herself in their apartment this morning. Husband Matthew had left for a round of golf at least an hour ago, so now she was alone with her thoughts. She felt a bit stiff this morning, even after a long, hot shower, and she didn't need to guess the reason.
The previous evening had been spent with a couple she knew very well now, Sandra and Ben Weston. It had been a strenuous and satisfying workout. She smiled as she thought about it.
Melanie and Sandra were friends from Mrs. Rubins' de-programming sessions. The woman was applying a whole range of strategies in an attempt to rid them of the pervasive influence of hypnosis and subtle Neuro-Linguistic Programming. These two techniques had been repeatedly used on them by Professor Natalia Lazenby to subjugate them for the sexual demands of others.
Mrs. Rubins would have been very disappointed if she knew what her proteges had been up to last evening. They had partied privately in the very sexy clothing which the de-programmer was trying to eliminate from their wardrobes.
Sandie had hypnotized her husband Ben when he was reluctant to continue with a game of strip Blackjack. Then she and Melanie had engaged him in an hour of rampant threesome. Poor Ben, used for sex like that.
This morning Mel's mind was freewheeling through her past and present lives. About four years ago, she and her then-boyfriend, Zane Black had attended a different sort of party at Professor Gerhard Lazenby's home, an impressive gathering of graduate students, professors, and wealthy university alumni.
Her life had changed dramatically since that night, unlikely to be the same again. Melanie knew she was a very different person now, and that she had lost her love match Zane along the way.
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It started innocently enough that fateful evening.
"Have you noticed Zane lately?" Melanie had asked a couple of the other grad students. "I haven't seen him for at least a half hour."
"No, but I'll watch for him. It's a big place. Maybe he's in another room somewhere?" one suggested.
"I don't see The Professor either," another noted. "Maybe he's helping her with something?" said another.
Zane was missing for another half hour or so before he wandered back in to join the large gathering in the reception room of the rambling old mansion. He had a rather dazed look about him when Melanie found her way through the crowd to his side.
"Where were you for the past hour?" she hissed. "We came together and then you just disappeared."
"The Professor was showing me around the main floor here," he stammered. "Huge place. I wanted to see their exercise room when she mentioned it. You know, they have all the home gym stuff in there."
"You look like you had a work-out there yourself," Melanie observed. "You're sweating and your shirt is half out. You're a mess. Just look at you!"
Zane ran his hand across his damp forehead and looked down at his clothing. Yes, his shirt was all askew and something else was wrong too. His trousers were belted but his zipper was down. He quickly turned from Melanie to get himself back together, all the while wondering why this had happened.
There was no way to explain how he looked, and why he felt so strange at that moment. He felt a bit shaky, weak in the knees, like he had just expended a great deal of energy. It was the way he felt after sex with Melanie.
He didn't realize that a tour of the exercise room was standard Natalia Lazenby practice to check out male grad students' ability to orgasm. She had Zane marked as a candidate to serve her and some alumni in the coming academic year. In there she'd given him oral and he had delivered.
Apparently, he passed his try-out with flying colours because he went on to become another one of the Lazenbys' victims of sexual hypnosis and abuse. But more about that story later.
A few days after the graduate-alumni party, Melanie had been summoned for an appointment with Psychology Department Head, Gerhard Lazenby. He was much-admired, nicknamed Old Lazenby or more commonly, Good Old Lazenby by his students. Indeed, he had a very personal and friendly way with young people, a disguise for his real intentions. This affable white-haired man was actually very dangerous.
"Hi Melanie. Please have a seat. I'm about to have a cup of tea. I hope you'll join me? Ah, good!" said the proverbial spider to the fly, for Lazenby was about to draw her into his web of deceit.
"Did you enjoy the party last weekend?" he inquired, and when she nodded affirmatively, he continued. "We enjoy having our grads in from time-to-time for drinks and to mingle. We like our alumni to see you as they once were themselves, young people with ambition but not much money."
"That's certainly true. My boyfriend Zane and I have to watch every penny. Books and tuition eat a big hole in the money I earned last summer from waiting tables."
"You have high hopes, and I want to help you with the funds to make it come true. That's where our alumni come in. One couple has offered to give you ten thousand dollars for the coming academic year."
Old Lazenby stopped talking so Melanie had some time for this offer to sink into her brain. He waited to see her face change once she registered what he had said.
He knew that it happened every time.
"Ten thousand dollars for me! Really! How generous! And what do I have to do to get it?" Melanie was almost incredulous.
"A few things. You'll become a teaching assistant in one of our undergraduate courses- perhaps a seminar group leader or a marker for my wife. And, you'll meet from time-to-time with your alumni donors to update them on your progress, your current academic interests, and so on."
"That sounds easy enough. And when would this all start?"
"As soon as you complete the necessary paperwork. My wife handles your application form and I give it approval. Simple as that."
"No interview or anything?"
"Not exactly. You must meet with The Professor, so she can go over the application and the financial agreement with you. I believe she's home right now. If you're interested, I'll call her and we can set up an appointment."
"Great! Call her."
