by Chan Nei
"Sometimes the best place to hide a secret is in plain sight" Rachel observed. "It makes it more unbelievable. She certainly thought so."
Claire stood up. "You'll have to answer to Dr. Don if you're wrong. Speaking of whom, we have an appointment with the Doc and Miss Prymm. She wants to show me off to him."
"Lucky you." Rachel teased as she got up as well. "We better hurry. Unlike you, I can't be late. Or early. The last time I served Sir, I was a minute early and he made me act like a human paper towel holder. I was standing still as a statue all afternoon with a roll of paper towels between my hands."
"I bet you were early on purpose." Claire laughed. Rachel stuck out her tongue in reply.
Meanwhile, Gina went home; mad at herself for letting Rachel and Claire treat her like such an idiot. There was nothing to do at home, though, but update her Facebook page with lies to impress her old high school friends.
"High school." Gina mused. "Those were the days!"
She wondered if her high school days going to be the best years of her life. Back then she had lots of boys chasing her around. Dan was just the most persistent of the bunch, keeping after her every day after graduation. She was saving herself for the right guy as he mother had told her to do, which was so hard because she desperately wanted to experiment in that way. She thought about sex a lot and what it would be like, conjuring fantasies from what she had seen in movies and romance novels. She dreamt of vamping herself up in lots of makeup and skimpy clothes to go out and claim some guy or girl for her pleasure. Some nights she embraced her bed sheets like a lover and imagine her locked in phantom caresses and kisses. She felt bad the day after. She felt slutty and she had always been told being slutty was wrong.
Reality did not measure up to fantasy. A few too many bottles of beer had impaired her inhibition and judgment enough for Dan to be her "first." A false positive from a pregnancy test made her say "yes" when he proposed. She didn't even have a baby to show for fooling around. It turned out that Dan was pretty lousy when it came to sex. His technique was getting what he wanted and then flopping over on his back to sleep. Gina had never had an orgasm with him. The only ones she had in this marriage had been all self-induced. She often dreamt what it must feel like to cum at the same time with a man. It had a way of dominating her thoughts. Sometimes it was so hard to concentrate on anything else, especially before her period. She tried to cleanse her thoughts. They were wrong, she told herself, they were slutty. But it was so hard to keep them from coming back.
After getting home from the coffee shop, Gina detoured from her computer to the kitchen for a glass of wine. She sipped cheap merlot, staring absently through the kitchen screen door, past the patio and into the back yard where Jake, their gardener—and a hot young stud—was laying down some spring mulch. Gina's eyes focused on the working man, watching the liquid flexing of his strong tanned arms as he labored. She bet he was all muscle, with a chest like iron, not fat and flabby like beer was making Dan. She found herself wondering what he would like if she got up close to him. Then she found herself fantasizing about unbuttoning his shirt and sliding her hands around his waist, pulling herself tightly against him....
The ringing phone snapped Gina out of her daydream. She answered. It was Dan. He was going to be out late with friends again and he told Gina not to wait up for him.
"Dan is always taking me for granted. I should bone Jake right now! That would teach Dan a lesson!" Gina growled as she slammed down the phone. It was an empty threat and she knew it. She still believed marriage was a sacred vow and she had pledged to stand by Dan in good times and bad, yada, yada, yada. Still, she wondered what it would be like to be with someone else, in that way, just once to see if she was missing anything. She wondered what it would be like to do something wild and racy like the heroines did in those romance novels she liked to read.
"Ow!" Gina cried as she felt a pinch on the back of her neck. "What the hell was that? A bee?"
Gina felt a sense of overwhelming drowsiness. Her eyelids started to droop. She figured this was the wine's depressing effect overwhelming the stimulant of her earlier coffee. She staggered over to the couch for a nap. Before Gina could lie down, the room disappeared, leaving her in a void of blankness, an endless world of white as a pitch-man might inhabit in a laundry commercial. She spun around in her new surroundings, but not words came out, only two numbers, one and zero. She tried to seal her lips but her mouth spoke of its own accord.
"One, zero, zero, one, one, one, zero, one..."
She seemed to go on forever doing this but she tempered her anxiety by telling herself she was dreaming.
Finally, Gina spoke something else besides ones and zeros. "Test subject 3, Gina Bracco. Age 20. Fantasy: polymorous relationships."
Gina blinked and she found herself standing in her living room again. Her mind was cloudy but not from alcohol. She still felt as if she were dreaming, existing in a world both familiar and yet unreal. Her motions were sluggish as if she were moving through water. The colors of the objects around her were hazy as if her visions had become slightly blurred.
Gina laughed. "This is the most realistic dream I've ever had. Maybe I can do something fun. Like flying."
She flung open the front door and concentrated on taking flight but nothing happened. Then a strange thought entered her head. "I must go see Dr. Dunlop." Even if the name was unfamiliar, she knew she was referring to the older guy who had moved into the neighborhood.
Gina decided this sudden urge to see the man was some dream plot concocted by her sub consciousness. Maybe she had seen the doctor around or had heard of him. Maybe this thought of him had migrated out of her latent memory into her dream. She saw no reason to resist the sudden urge to see him. Maybe he was some manifestation of a desire for a father figure or some psychological shit like that.
Gina came to the doctor's door and rang the bell. When it opened, she saw something that made her wonder if her subconscious mind had a strange sense of humor. Rachel answered the door, painted heavily in makeup and completely naked except for a slinky pink thong, with a tiny pink bow in the middle, and matching pink high heels.
"Hello Gina." She said in a dreamy voice. "Come join the fun."
Before Gina could answer, Rachel turned and went into the house, her hips swaying slowly and seductively.
"What the hell is this?" Gina wondered aloud. "This is some crazy fantasy. I mean, Rachel is good looking but I'd never do her. Why couldn't Jake be in this dream?" She entered the house to find more strangeness within. Claire was there, also wearing little more than a g-string and acting strangely. She was in the middle of an overtly suggestive dance, wagging her ass and slapping her butt cheeks. An older man was sitting in a chair with his eyes locked on Claire's butt. Gina figured this must be the mysterious doctor. Also watching was a good figured, middle aged woman that Gina did not know but who was also barely dressed in just stockings and high heels.
Gina laughed. "This is definitely the craziest dream I've ever had. I am only seeing Rachel and Claire acting so crazy because of what they said at the coffee shop." She told herself and then shouted, "Work it, Claire, work it!"
The man frowned slightly and lifted his hand as if to say "hush". At that gesture, Gina found she lost the ability to speak.
"Uh oh. This can't be good." She thought. She tried to back out of the room but she couldn't move. She was frozen in place where she stood--an unwilling audience to what was going on.
When Claire's performance ended, the Doctor dismissed Rachel and Claire. "Go, girls. You have work to do."
The middle-aged woman beamed in a sumptuous smile. "Excellent work, Doctor. They've adapted to their fantasy lives so well."
The Doctor nodded. "Yes, Esther. The data from my tests has enabled me to improve my neural programming techniques. I need only a one more subject to perfect them."
The woman twisted her nose in annoyance. "Please call me, Miss Prymm. Esther was your adoring lab assistant. I am n
o longer that shrinking violet. Besides, I see no reason why you have to improve your techniques after I turned out so well."
"You were my neural programming breakthrough, Esther...I mean Miss Prymm." The Doctor laughed. "But since you worked on the project, I could never be certain your reaction to the programming was authentic. Hence the need for field tests with subjects who knew nothing of my work. I had to be sure that what happened to you would work outside of the lab. Rest assured, you will always be my greatest and fondest success."
Miss Prymm was slightly mollified. "Is this your final subject?" She asked.
The frozen, speechless Gina knew Miss Prymm was referring to her and being spoken of in the third person gave her unmoving body a tingling, fearful chill. They were going to do something to her!
"Yes. My interest with her is the delivery method." The Doctor replied clinically. "It is very taxing to get subjects to come to me in order to be inducted. This was the first time I deployed a mobile chip to induct a subject remotely at long range."
Miss Prymm chuckled slyly. "Are you sure you are not looking for an excuse to enjoy the fruits of your research?"
The Doctor huffed. "I assure you, Miss Prymm, that everything I do is purely for the advancement of my research."
"And?" Miss Prymm asked with a doubting cocked eyebrow.
"And can I help it if my research has such excellent fringe benefits?" The Doctor conceded with a laugh.
Miss Prymm rose and the Doctor led her to his door. He pulled a cloak from the coat closet and draped it around her shoulders so it would conceal her nudity.
"Don't wear her out." Miss Prymm told him. "We have her in mind for someone special."
Gina was well aware that she was the anonymous "her" Miss Prymm was referring to. She tried desperately to move or protest but her body would not yield in its resistance to her commands.
After Miss Prymm left, the Doctor walked past Gina and gestured for her to follow him. Suddenly, Gina lurched forward and followed him, unable to take any direction but the one he led--toward his bedroom!
"Dear Gina." The Doctor said when they arrived beside a large opulent bed frame of oak. "I've come to know you so well."
"Really?" Gina replied, finding she could talk again. "I don't know you at all. Certainly not enough to dream about you!"
"I know enough to know what you secretly desire." The Doctor's voice was deep and gravelly. It reverberated over and around her like a lover's touch.
Gina sighed as she drank in its delightful sensation. If it made her feel this good, she could come to like this dream, weird as it was.
The Doctor took her shoulders. "I know what you have hungered for." He told her, his voice becoming softer.
A brilliant warmth blossomed throughout Gina, especially at her cunt and chest. It intoxicated her, dulling any anxiety. Somehow what he was doing, what he was saying, and how he was saying it, was making her trust him, like someone she had known forever. She now had the urge to know what he said he knew, believing it held some deep importance for her. "What?" She whispered.
"You hunger to sleep with another." He told her, each syllable like a drumbeat. "Another man. Other men. Women."
The revelation coming from him, in this way, was shocking to Gina. She felt a sudden rush that seemed ready to jolt her awake. She was sure she was just about to wake up from this and not a minute too soon.
Before she could rouse herself, the Doctor's lips were planting soft kisses around her cheek and jaw, with the tenderness of rose petals. These were the kind of kisses she had yearned so desperately for through her teen and adult years. The heat she was feeling in her body spread through her veins like a streams of gasoline catching fire. She found herself craning back her neck to offer it to his mouth.
"It's only a dream..." She told herself as she began to unbutton her blouse, as justification for what she was doing.
The Doctor paused his kiss shower to whisper as he nuzzled the long cleft of the deep cleavage, "You want to let yourself go, to me, to others."
He was not only speaking to Gina but to something within her, something that was stirring. It was a force that had long been imprisoned in the darkest parts of her soul and now sensed the opportunity for release. It was an amalgam of all the slutty urges that had secretly captivated her but that she buried deep within her because she believed them to be wrong, to be deviant, to be the manifestations of a sick mind. She suspected this internal force was escaping her control and if she did not act, it would rise from within her and consume her. But she was lost in the rhythm of the Doctor's voice, the soothing gentleness of his touch. Any mental defense she might have marshaled was duped by her belief that his was all part of a dream. This gave her a liberty from consequences that freed her to do anything she would never do when awake. She chose to surrender to the oncoming storm of urges. She gasped and swooned. Hurriedly, she threw off her blouse while he tugged open his shirt.
"You want to give yourself over and over and over." He hummed sending a cascade of electric pleasure rippling through her.
As if in obedience to a command, she undid her bra and let it fall from her. "Over and over and over." She mused in response. She thought not at all what she was doing but simply enjoyed the sense of how she felt. The Doctor's mouth locked around her freed breast and his hot, wet tongue danced over a hardened nipple. His hands played over her wet pussy. She responded in kind, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants, using her palm to stroke his thick and full manhood.
"Over and over and over..." She moaned like a broken record.
The Doctor pushed her onto the bed and was on top of her. Gina was used to the missionary position. It was the only one she knew because it was the only one Dan used. With Dan, it was like being crushed under a beached whale as he gratified himself without any thought of her pleasure. The Doctor was different. He was more…comforting, more courteous. His hands were cupped around the back of her head, gently holding it as a rest as his fingers flexed in her silky hair. Kisses rained from his mouth over her lips and cheeks. His light bites fell about her neck and jaw. He leaned on his forearms to keep only enough weight to establish his dominance but not to oppress. Though older his chest was still iron hard and he rubbed it over the nipples of her bobbing breasts. She was slick so he entered her easily, thrusting in such a way that his long shaft slid across her clit.
Wrapped in the cocoon of the Doctor's lovemaking, Gina felt as if the solidity of her body was dissolving and she was becoming pure energy. This man she had never known had shown more passion and greater skill in demonstrating it in these few moments all the time she had spent with her husband. It was sex the way she always imagined it would be...even better.
The Doctor's thrusting became faster and his voice reduced to the grunts of a beast. Gina's own breath became labored with deeper and deeper sighs. Gina arched her back, instinctively raising her waist to his so that their pubic hair ground together like sand paper. She wasn't long beneath the Doctor when she could see as well as feel her being elevated to climax by each push. As she moved upward, show gave voice to her pleasure in increasingly dirty language. "Oh my god, do me! Oh my god, fuck me, fuck me harder! Make me your slut! Make me your whore!" These were not meaningless exclamations of ecstasy. She meant every word with her heart and soul. Nor did she feel any real affection for the man fucking her. She loved what he was doing to her. She loved the sex.
Gina had always thought that good sex would be transformational experience. Now that she was finally enjoying it, she found it transformational part but not in the way she had always anticipated. It was not the conduit toward deeper understanding and love of her partner. Far from it. She loved the way her veins seemed to pump with powerful energy, how her heart found a deeper voice with which to beat. She loved how heat radiated from her erogenous zones, ricocheting throughout her flesh. She loved how she all these feelings coalesced like a ticking time bomb on shortly to explode and send her to a new, higher plane of being. Sex
was a tangible being to her now, a supernatural being, a god that she yearned to worship with her body. She gave away all rationality, restraint and shame to feel its embrace. There was nothing she wouldn't do, nothing to serve it and feel this way, over and over and over.
