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Ben Drills Sandie
Sandra Weston lay in bed beside her sleeping husband the night of the professors' sentencing. She'd been through more than a bottle of wine and was feeling no pain. It had been a busy night in Zane's hotel room with Melanie, and her half-drunken brain was replaying it all.
The whole besotted evening had been wrong on every level. Another threesome involving her friend Melanie; sex with a man she had only just met; home late, drunk, and argumentative. Terrible yes, but it had been very satisfying, with so much sex that she finally felt sated.
She couldn't help but think about it now, even though she was struggling with an alcohol overload.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, Zane! Give it to me! " she heard herself crying out earlier.
"You're a hot one. I'll do you all night!"
"Oh no you won't. There's me too!" Melanie complained.
"Oh yeah! Pound me harder, Zane! Do It, do it!" Sandie heard herself again.
Even in her half- drunken thoughts, Sandie Weston loved sex. She tossed and turned in her sleep as she writhed on the end of Zane's cock, once again feeling it to her depths. He was marvellous in bed, just like Marty- a thoroughly trained and practiced Lazenby graduate. Just like her and Melanie. All four of them were programmed for sex, and Sandie had experienced a great deal of it last night with her girlfriend and Zane.
"I'll come on top of you now, Zane," echoed through Sandie's mind. "I want to ride that fat cock!"
"I'll get it on my phone. Let's hear it, you two!" Melanie ordered as her girlfriend slid down the length of his rod. "Who's the best at sex? We all have a turn!"
That was followed by a flurry of moaning and foul curses as Zane and Sandie tore into each other's eager bodies. No love here, only porn, recorded on Melanie's cellphone. This was the decadent level to which The Professor's sex puppets had descended that night of carnal pleasure in Zane's hotel room.
Sandie envisioned herself bouncing vigorously, crouched with a foot on either side of Zane's body. Juices were flowing from her pussy while sweat streamed across her contorted face. Now she was squeezing her own tits and pulling at her nipples until they projected in swollen points. She was alive, driving for an orgasm, calling out for more and more!
"That feels so good! You're the best, Zane! Do me. Do me!"
"Let's all drink to that!" Melanie had called, and they stopped to pass the bottle yet again.
Then he was behind her, lodged deep in her sopping vagina and pounding with all his might. Sandie clenched him with her internal muscles every bit as hard as he grabbed her hips. Even in her disturbed thoughts she could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She lived for this now- couldn't get enough of it- and Zane was good. So good!
But her thoughts were changing as her sodden brain began moving into sleep mode. She looked to one side and there stood the other victims she'd met at the trial and sentencing. They were watching, getting impatient for their turn in this sex contest that Melanie was recording.
Sandie eyed their naked bodies, staring at them to see who she'd have next. That tall, blonde one- Milo, Marco, something like that- he was really hung. She'd be sure to try him out. And that sexy brunette- Suzanne was it? Sandie felt so high that she'd take them all on tonight.
Her head was beginning to spin faster now. Behind the waiting graduates, Sandie could see three other people watching her with Zane. The Professor, Old Lazenby, and June Hendricks were grinning and pointing at the two of them as if to say, "We taught them everything they know." And they had. Under hypnosis, Sandie, Zane, and Melanie had unwittingly become sexual robots, driven on by an intense need to come.
The mental pictures were blurring now, spinning even faster as Zane plunged in and out while Sandie rocked back against him. The Lazenbys and June were pushing their way to the front of the crowd, coming close beside the rutting pair. Old Lazenby was grabbing for her shining body, while June tried to pull Zane away from Sandie's hips. The Professor stood back, a wicked grin on her face, laughing like a demented fiend.
The devilish laughter echoed through Sandie's dulled brain. Were they coming for her again? Would she never be rid of this evil? Would they follow her for the rest of her life? How could she.... And then it all went black as she slid down into a drunken stupor. Sleep was her only solace.
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There's only so much that a man can take from his wife, and Ben Weston had reached that limit.
Last night Sandie came home late. She was drunk and it was clear that she had been fucked. She'd been with her wild friend Melanie Rossignol and another Lazenby hypnosis victim, Zane Black, at the courtroom. Martin Benning was there with them and from his place along the side wall, Ben had noticed that his wife sat very close to his friend Marty. They whispered to one another occasionally and seemed unaware of him there watching. Later she left with Melanie and Zane.
So, who had it been last night? With whom had Sandie been so intimate that she reeked of sex? Zane was Ben's most likely candidate. He was prepared to drop any suspicion of Marty because he had left by himself, and Sandie had pointing to Zane and Melanie to indicate she was going with them. Little did Ben know that she would be gone until 11:00, before returning drunk and used.
Sandie wasn't talking. As she lay in bed asleep beside him, her face was pale and her breathing very deep. She didn't budge as he rose from the bed and walked into the kitchen to make himself a morning coffee. Though he had just awoken, Ben's mind was already working hard, trying to understand who and why. Especially 'the why'- now that he had narrowed 'the who' down to Zane.
Why would Sandie get drunk and have sex with another man? Was it the bad influence of her new friend Melanie? After all, the two had been eager to play strip Blackjack recently when she came over for the evening.
He recalled the three of them being almost naked, but strangely had no recollection after that. He didn't know that Sandie had hypnotized him for a heated threesome with Melanie. If anyone, Sandie was the bad influence.
Then Ben reached a decision. He was fed up with Sandie and wouldn't take it anymore. She had been denying him for months, while spending a great deal of time with other Lazenby victims- Marty, Melanie, and now this Zane. He already felt left out, and now Sandie was very likely engaging in sex with Zane.
Ben knew that he had to get away from the situation. That he had to leave his wife for a while- maybe for a long while- to think about whether they could stay together. He couldn't go on the way things were now. Ben could make no sense out of the way Sandie was acting toward him and behaving with others. There was no sex for him, but evidently plenty of it for this Zane, whom she hardly knew!
He finished his morning coffee and returned to the bedroom to dress for another day in uniform. Although he wasn't being quiet, his wife didn't stir. She'd come home seven hours earlier, at 11:00, so he knew she wasn't likely still drunk.
She'd have an awful hangover when she finally did wake up. He smiled at the thought. "Just what the bitch deserves!" he thought. Then he left.
Ben drove to the station on autopilot, his mind totally preoccupied with his marital problem. Should he confront her about last night, or should he just come home after work to pick up some of his things? After he left, where could he go to stay?
Could he talk to someone to help him through this awful mess? Maybe a friend? Maybe Marty? Yes, he'd talk to his friend about staying there for a while. And their marital counsellor Miriam- maybe she could help him out too?
By the time Ben reached the station he'd decided what to do. He knew that Sandie would be at the university that afternoon, meeting with her new academic advisor, Professor Byrd. If he got back to the apartment early enough, he could grab his clothes and things, and then be on his way.
He'd call Marty about staying with him for a while. Ben hoped his friend could help him understand what was up with Sandie. Marty spent a lot of time with her, so he might have some insight, Ben reasoned.
It was good to have a friend like Marty. A guy who had helped him crack the Lazenby case by going into their mansion wearing a microphone. He'd done that knowing that The Professor and June Hendricks were going to use him sexually, two women almost as old as his own mother.
Ben felt that he could rely on Marty to help him out again. He'd been a Lazenby victim too. Maybe he understood Sandie better than her own husband could? Little did he know what his friend and his wife had been doing together so often in recent weeks.
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It was Ben Weston on the phone, and Marty found it odd that he was calling mid-morning.
