Student Bodies Ch. 08: Ben Drills Sandie

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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.

****

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.

****

It was Ben Weston on the phone, and Marty found it odd that he was calling mid-morning.

"No Ben, I don't know anything about Sandie last night. I left right after the sentencing, and she was still with Melanie. I haven't seen her since last Monday in fact. Why?"

"She came in late last night. Never called me. Drunk and smelling of sex. I think Zane was fucking her!"

"Ohhh.... Jeez, Ben.... That's too bad. You're sure?... What are you going to do?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. No mistaking it. She reeked of sex!"

"That's awful, man... to have your wife doing something like that to you."

As if Marty had any right to be chastising Zane for plugging Sandie when he was doing it himself.

"Marty.... I'm wondering if I could stay with you for a bit? I'm moving out."

"Moving out? Why not talk to her about it first, then decide?"

"No, she'll just feed me some bullshit about being a victim. It seems like everybody is siding with her on this, and she'll use it as an excuse. I don't want to hear it again. No. I'm leaving- today."

"Sure Ben. I just have one bed... and the sofa...."

"Your sofa would be fine, Marty. Maybe you can help me figure out what the Hell is up with her?"

"Probably not, but we'll see. I'm at the university this afternoon. When are you coming?"

"How's five o'clock? We can grab a burger or something after I unload my clothes and things."

"OK. I'll be there at 5:00. You're sure about this, are you? It's a big step, and I don't think I can be much help to you on this."

He knew that he couldn't be since he was already screwing Sandie too.

"I need to get away, man. I just don't want to get into anything with her until I've had some distance to think it over. Don't try to talk me out of it."

" OK. Come at 5:00 then."

Afterward Marty thought about the call. Yes, it was very likely that Sandie had been with Zane last night. They'd done that themselves a few times, and she sometimes seemed insatiable. He had no idea of how frequently the two of them had sex because Sandie had hypnotized him several times.

Marty knew that there were times after they'd been together talking that he was exhausted- like he'd run a half-marathon. Sometimes he felt the same as when he'd been at The Professor's home to discuss his thesis. He had begun to wonder if Sandie was somehow controlling him for sex, just like Natalia.

He realized that having Ben come to stay with him would probably be very awkward. What if something happened to alert his friend that he'd been fucking his wife too? Sure, it probably was Zane last night, but he wasn't the only one who was in her recently.

Marty had secrets he'd need to hide from Ben, far more secrets than he knew about. If he kept meeting with Sandie, it could blow up right in his face. And Ben was a cop- he wasn't stupid. He'd been the one who busted the Lazenbys, something nobody else had figured out in the six years that they'd run their wicked scheme. Marty knew that he'd have to be very careful.

That afternoon, Marty spotted Sandie in the Psychology department. She was sitting in one of the chairs outside Byrd's office, and he figured that she must have an appointment with him about her research. He rushed over to catch her before she went inside.

"Oh... hi Marty. What's up?" she said without much enthusiasm.

"How are you feeling? Ben says you came in drunk last night."

"You were talking to Ben! Where'd you see him? He's at work today."

"He called me. Listen Sandie. He's really pissed with you, and is going to move out...."

"What! Why?...."

"Says you were screwing Zane last night. Were you?" Marty whispered.

"Uhh.... OK.... I was.... How'd he know?" Sandie admitted.

"He could smell you. It's hard to fool a cop...."

"Oh Jeez!... And he's leaving?"

"Yeah. Asked to move in with me...."

"Oh no! Then he'll find out about us too!"

"I couldn't refuse him. He's a friend...."

"Oh my god.... What are we going to do?"

"What are YOU going to do? I'm just going to keep my mouth shut and listen to him complain about you, I'm sure."

"Damn, Marty.... I don't know what to do!" she hissed. "Things are right of control now."

"Now!... They've been out of control for a long time. Or don't you know that?"

Then they both heard Professor Byrd's voice: "Sandra, you can come in now."

"When is he coming to your place? Did he say?" she whispered.

"Today. At 5:00."

"Be careful what you say to him. Please, Marty. It'll only make this worse!"

"Sandra, I'll see you now," came the professor's office, louder this time.

"I'll be careful. I promise, Sandie," Marty assured her, then headed down the hallway to meet his own advisor.

****

"Good afternoon, Sandra. Ready to discuss your research today? You don't look very well."

"Don't feel it either. Things aren't so good for me lately."

"Uh-oh.... That's too bad. Would you rather we just leave this work for another day?"

"Well.... No. I have everything done. It'll help take my mind off things for a bit."

"I know that the trial sentencing was yesterday. Is that upsetting you now?"

"Actually no. They all got what they deserved. It's just that... well... some of us went out after and we celebrated too much. I'm suffering for it today."

"I've done that occasionally myself, so I can guess how you feel," Professor Byrd laughed, but Sandie only grimaced, so he added, "Sorry. I shouldn't laugh about it."

"My husband was upset with me because I came in too late and I was quite inebriated," she understated.

"Oh, I'm sure he'll get over it."

"I sure hope so because I would be even more lost without him there," Sandie said sadly.

Something had occurred to Sandie when Marty had told her that Ben knew she had been having sex with Zane. She remembered how her husband had first figured out the Lazenby case. She had been talking and moving in her sleep, re-enacting sex with Old Lazenby.

Sandie couldn't help but think that she might have done the same thing in bed last night. Had Ben heard her talking about Zane in her sleep? Maybe that's why he so quickly decided to leave her?

"Sandra, I think we should just leave this until another day. Or would you like to talk some more first? I know you've been through some very bad times, and I don't want to push too hard with your return to school."

"No... this is what I need to take my mind off what happened. It's just.... It's just that it changed me. I'm not the same person I used to be.... Everything is different now."

"Excuse me if I'm overstepping, but do you have a counsellor? I read that the university was going to do that. And I know that you're part of a de-programming group with Mrs. Rubins. How's that working out so far?"

Professor Byrd was sympathetic, and he was trying to be helpful, but Sandie could tell that he felt very awkward and uncomfortable. She wanted to change the topic and get back to the reason she came to his office today- to discuss her research.

"Yes, I have a personal counsellor, Doctor Greatash, and we have a marriage counsellor too, Miriam. I'll be seeing my own counsellor tomorrow, in fact. Well... Mrs. Rubins is Mrs. Rubins. She's sometimes forceful, and sometimes she steps back. I don't think she's done anything for me yet, but I'll keep going to see her."

"Would you like to start there today? It's part of your research, evaluating the effects of her de-programming efforts. We could work with that for now and leave our discussion of Ted Patrick's methods until next week."

"Yes, that would be OK. I feel scattered today, so I wouldn't be any good with a formal academic talk anyway. Let's talk about the de-programming."

"Good. So tell me why you think Mrs. Rubins hasn't done anything for you yet, as you said?"

"She tries hard and we all like her, even though she's sometimes a bit harsh. We know she only wants to help us, but I don't really think that it's working yet. Maybe it never will?"

"Ah, but you must remain hopeful. Go on."

"OK, an example. She used negative reinforcement to get us to stop wearing sexy clothing. The Professor used to take us shopping with the money the alumni left us each time. She'd persuade us to buy revealing things, sexy things to wear when we'd go to her place or be with alumni. It's embarrassing...."

"And she wants to stop this by making you feel bad about it."

"Right. Had us dress up like that and called us sluts. Got the others to insult us along with her."

"Ouch!" the Professor winced. "Now that is harsh! It's definitely negative reinforcement. Sort of like the scientist shocking the rat every time it presses the food bar- it very quickly stops eating. But.... Well, I don't want to be the one to evaluate what she's doing there. Is it working for you?"

"Definitely not. My friend and I- she's in the same group- we mock the de-programming by wearing that stuff whenever we meet privately for tea. And we laugh about it."

"Sounds like you're actively resisting it! You two must be very strong-willed."

"Maybe so, but we know we're different now than we were before Lazenbys' hypnosis and persuasive talk. We're not the same anymore!" Sandie asserted very emotionally.

"Of course. You feel very strongly about that, don't you? You're rebelling about Mrs. Rubins' approach."

"That part of it anyway. I've come to know my friend very well, and I think we both are more determined than we used to be. And more driven."

Sandie was getting closer to the heart of her problem than she had with anyone up to this point. She hadn't admitted this truth to her other professionals before, and here she was on the verge of opening up to her academic advisor. It was just that he was such a good listener, and she knew that he wasn't following some plan to change her. He was just listening.

"Determined? Driven? In what ways? Or do you want to tell me."

"Sexually!" she blurted out. "They programmed us for sex, and now that's what we want!"

As soon as she said the words, Sandie regretted it. Professor Byrd seemed at a loss about what to say next.

"Sorry, Professor. I shouldn't have said that. You're not my therapist."

"No, but I guess it is all part of your response to Mrs. Rubins' de-programming," he recovered. "And it seems apparent that whatever the Lazenbys did has become so deeply ingrained that it will be difficult for her to root out. It's like the Id and the Ego in Freud. Those people heightened your desire, while dulling your conscience. Normally one holds the other in check, but it's hard to restrain yourself now."

"Exactly! Is there any hope for us?" Sandie asked sadly.

"De-programming can take a long, long time, so don't give up on it yet. Prisoners of war and cult escapees, these people see professionals for years, and even then, they have relapses. Nightmares, or violent responses to sharp noises like gunfire, things like that. It sounds like you and your friend, no doubt the other victims too, have been changed very much from repeated experiences. But there is hope. Stay with it, Sandra."