The Addicted Natural Ch. 14

"Willie, how many glasses of wine did you have last night?"

"I don't know," she replied dully. "I lost count. Three, at least."

"No, Willie. You're wrong. You only had one. Listen to me now, while I refresh your memory. You can remember clearly seeing me pour it, just after I pulled the cork from the bottle. You can see it in your mind. You take a drink, just a small one, and you cough because you aren't used to it. Then you sip again. Just a small sip, because you don't know how the alcohol might affect you. And that's a good thing, because as you continue to sip from that one and only glass of wine, you started feeling funny, didn't you."

"Yes. Dee told me I was drunk. I felt dizzy, and I couldn't seem to make my words sound right."

"Yes, and you felt happy, too, didn't you?" She nodded immediately and a small smile crossed her lips. "And now you know how you will feel after drinking just one glass of wine. Other people can drink several glasses before they feel that way, but now you know that you cannot. Alcohol affects you much more quickly than it does other people. That's the way it always will be. Always. And if you ever drink two glasses, you will find it almost impossible to speak coherently, and it will be very, very hard to walk because you will be so dizzy."

"I'd better not try it. No more than one for me. I got pretty drunk on one."

I nodded, satisfied with how my first session was going. I spent the next ten minutes laying the groundwork for future trance inductions, telling her that when I commanded that she look into my eyes, she would do so immediately and without conscious thought; and that she would instantly become relaxed and sleepy, totally open and receptive to the trance she knew would follow. I also intoned the litany about the watch; how she would fight the instantaneous and rapidly growing affects of it, and how her inevitable, complete and total surrender to it would be one of the sweetest things she would ever experience.

We'd see how effective all this had been while we were out on our "date" tonight. I finished by telling her that the things that were discussed here in this "room below" were emotions and thoughts that always were, and always would be; and so no memory of this place would follow her back to her wonderful room. I then had her climb the steps back up, close the trap door and replace the rug. Sure enough, when I questioned her about where she had been, she couldn't tell me. Satisfied, I woke her up.

She yawned and stretched, just like Dee and Brenda did when they awoke from trance, and I couldn't help but believe that they'd told her about THAT, too. I couldn't keep my eyes off her chest. Her nipples are extremely prominent on her small breasts, and they seemed to be pointing accusingly at me. Willie herself only blushed, started to cross her arms in front of her chest, and thought better of it.

"That was WONDERFUL!" she exclaimed, grinning broadly. "I can't WAIT to tell the girls about it!" She thought a moment and frowned a little. "I can do that, can't I? Do you mind if I tell them?"

"Turnabout's fair play," I said, smiling.

But when I opened the office door, I was surprised to find Brenda waiting for me. "Is anything wrong?" I asked her.

"No," she said in a small voice, and I thought: Aha! Poor Brenda's been neglected.

"Freddy," she said in her sexy-little-girl voice. "It's been two days. I know you've been busy with everything that's been going on, but could you please ...."

"Get Dee and meet me in the den," I ordered. She smiled, turned, and ran off down the hall. "Willie, you go into Dee's room ... I guess it's your room now, too ... and wait there. The girls will only be a few minutes."

"What's wrong?" she asked, confused and uncertain.

"Nothing. Brenda needs her hypnosis, that's all. It's been a couple days, and she ...."

"She's addicted!" Willie said, her eyes wide. "She told me that would happen! She NEEDS it!"

I smiled. "Yes."

Deep in thought, nibbling on the corner of her lower lip, she walked away toward the second bedroom.

I found Dee and Brenda occupying the love seat in the den, sitting quietly next to each other. I still had the pocket watch in my side pocket, and without preliminary, I pulled it out and held it in front of them. Four beautiful eyes, two brown and two green, were instantly locked onto the thing. I swung it gently and told them how tired and sleepy they were. It was all over in thirty seconds, and they had somehow wound up with Dee sprawled across Brenda's lap while my wife's head was tilted against the seat's back, her mouth slightly agape, in a deep, deep asleep. I'd been about to seek them out for this very purpose when Brenda suggested it. It was necessary.

I had only taken them to the "lower room" together once. I rarely did it at all anymore, as I've mentioned before, but now it didn't really seem important in Dee's case, since I'd found out that she was so very suggestible in any kind of trance. I spoke to them as if I were speaking to an individual, which, I'd found out, is easier than it sounds. I was simply careful not to use their names. And now, when they were in their deepest places, I told them that Willie had had only one glass of wine the night before, and that her drunkenness seemed, in their minds, to prove that she was a Natural. When the little lie was in place, I brought them back up and awakened them.

Stretching and yawning, they got up and came to me, hugging me and asking sexily if they could please me. I laughed, kissed them both and declined the invitation, telling them they only had five hours to shop and buy Willie a new wardrobe before she and I left on our date. I handed Brenda the credit card and told her there was no limit, and I wished them fun. Dee rushed out to tell Willie to get ready, but Brenda hesitated.

"You changed me," she said with a slightly accusing smile.

"What?"

"I'm different. While I was hypnotized, you changed something. I can always tell, but I can never figure out what it is."

I regarded her thoughtfully, but couldn't think of anything to say.

"I'm not criticizing you, darling. To tell you the truth, I like it. You're always reminding me who the Master really is. I love you, Freddy."

"I love you too." I took her in my arms again.

"But I'm right about Willie, aren't I?"

"About what?"

"She's one of us! She really is. There shouldn't have been any doubt about it after last night."

"What happened last night?"

"The wine! She only had one glass, and she was drunk as a skunk! And now, you've hypnotized her. I was right, wasn't I? She IS a Natural, isn't she?"

"Yes, dear," I said softly, and smiled into the top of her head as I hugged her to me.

TELEPHONE CONVERSATION, JULY 20th, 2:20 PM

"Hello; this is Doctor Fielding."

"This Frederick Fielding?"

"Yes. Who's this?"

"This is Sheriff Randy Tatum."

(Pause) "I thought Jim Jacobson was sheriff."

"Wrong county, son. You was campin' out at the national park couple nights ago."

"Oh. Yes. You're calling about the man who was killed. Terrible thing. He was dead when I got to him. I was just cutting up the tree, trying to see if there were any survivors ...."

"Actually, I'm lookin' for the little bit of fluff that was with him."

"The what?"

"Girl. There was a girl. Accordin' to the guys at the hospital, YOU paid for her ambulance. YOU paid for her treatment."

"Yeah. Well, my wife ... she's the sort that takes in stray cats, you know? She sort of ... got involved. The girl looked like she needed help, so my wife insisted."

"Accordin' to witnesses, you had TWO women with you. Those witnesses definitely remember, 'cause they were dressed sorta skimpy."

"They'd gone to bed."

"Yeah, well, one of 'em was pregnant."

(Pause) "That's what wives do, Sheriff. They get pregnant."

"And the other one?"

"She's not."

"Don't get too smart on me, son."

(Pause) "She's my wife's cousin, Sheriff. What the hell does this have to do with a tree falling on a guy?"

"Nothin', nothin'. I'm just doin' the paperwork. Don't get your shorts in bunch." (Pause) "Now, about this bit of fluff: Wilhelmina Wharton" (he pronounced her first name with a long second "i"). "Where is she now? I need to talk to her."

"I don't know. We were going to bring her home; bring her here, that is, just to make sure she was okay; but she insisted we drop her off at the bus station; the one just a few blocks from the hospital."

"She ain't there with you?"

"No. Like I said. We dropped her off at the bus station. My wife gave her a hundred bucks. (Pause) I DO know that that wasn't her real name, though. Wharton, I mean. She just gave it to the officials because she knew it had been HIS name; the guy the tree fell on, I mean. She'd been with him, and I guess she didn't want people to talk, so she told them they were married."

"They wasn't married?"

"No. I .... Well, I don't like to spread rumors, but ... well, apparently, she was a ... a working girl."

"A fuckin' WHORE?!"

"Um ... Well, yes."

"A God damn fuckin' cunt whore? Workin' in MY county?"

"Um ...."

"Did you say you was a doctor?"

"Uh ... yes. I'm a professor of literature, here at the university."

"Oh. Not a real doctor."

(Pause) "No. Not a real doctor."

"They say she was a albino."

"What? Oh, the girl. Yes. Yes, she is."

"They're not white, ya' know."

"What?"

"White. You can't have a white person albino. It's a known fact. That means she was a colored girl. Fuckin' freak."

"Well, actually ...."

"A known fact, I tell ya'!"

"Uh ...."

"Makes my skin crawl. And now, I gotta find her ...."

"Find her?"

"The doc here ... he was elected the coroner, 'cause he's the only doc in town ... well, he tells me that that old boy in the pop-up, he had the HIV. Can't have those HIV bugs spreadin' around my county! He did it to that whore, so now she's got it. Do it once, 'ya got it."

"Well, actually, according to the CDC ...."

"I don't give a Goddamn about the fuckin' DDC! It's a known fact, I tell 'ya. I read it on the internet!"

(Pause) "Well, actually, Sheriff, I can assure you that the girl is no longer in your county."

"What makes you say that?"

"All she could talk about was getting back home to South Carolina. Take it from me, she's on her way there now. She may already be there."

"'Ya' think?"

"I'm certain of it. She couldn't wait to get back there."

(Pause) "Well .... Ain't no skin off my teeth if the fuckin' cunt whore spreads her Goddamn HIV bugs in South Carolina."

THE NIGHT SHE'LL REMEMBER FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE

"What can you see?" I asked her. "Can you see the sunset?"

"Oh yes, Frederick. It's beautiful! And I can tell there are buildings down below us, but I can't distinguish them individually." She let her eyes linger on the scene outside the window of the revolving restaurant. Her clipped Caribbean-British accent just added to the exotic atmosphere of the evening.

She was achingly beautiful. The girls had stopped at a make-up counter in one of the mall's classiest department stores, and the woman in charge had taken Willie as her greatest challenge. The result was a blend of very subtle shades for her eyelids, lashes and lips that somehow seemed to add several years to her age. They had all come home giggling and laughing as Willie tried valiantly to negotiate the walkway in high heels, the first time she'd ever worn them. Now, she was clad in a long dress of emerald silk that whispered across her skin with every movement, but that left her shoulders provocatively bare. Her snow white hair was piled atop her head, accentuating her long, graceful neck. Men all over the restaurant were trying in vain to keep their eyes on their own dates.

When the wine steward came, I ordered a bottle of Krug Reserve. He asked to see Willie's ID, and when I explained that this was her 21st birthday, and that she'd forgotten her purse, he informed me that he'd take my word for it (rather than lose the additional tip from a $350 bottle of Champagne, I guessed). Willie expressed reservations about getting "a little tipsy like last night," but she obediently tasted the wine, giggling at the bubbles tickling her nose. She never even picked up her menu, and I asked if I could order for her. Anything except a Buddy Burger, she answered with a twinkle in her eye, and I ordered steak and lobster tail for two. We chit-chatted throughout the meal, and she slowly became more candid and less reticent as she slowly consumed her one glass of wine.

"People are staring at me because I'm different," she said, blushing and looking down at her lap.

I cast a quick glance around the room and caught at least two men and a woman openly staring at our table, though they all quickly looked away when I made eye contact. "They're staring at you because they're rude," I told her flatly; "and because the men are covetous and the women jealous. You're an extremely beautiful and enticing young woman. You're just going to have to get used to the idea that men want you."

"But only YOU are going to have me," she said in a small voice, looking up at me.

I regarded her seriously. "Yes," I said at last. "I am going to have you. Are you afraid?"

She took a slightly ragged breath. "Yes, a little. In another hour, I won't be a virgin anymore." She met my gaze. "You look so ... calm and in control."

"To tell you the truth, I'm nervous as a cat. I've never taken a girl's virginity before. I don't want to hurt you."

"Brenda says it's going to hurt. She says the first time always hurts at least a little. But she says that when it's over, I'm going to be hopelessly, madly, endlessly in love with you." She blushed even more hotly and couldn't meet my eyes. "Brenda says I'm in love with you already, and I think Brenda's ALWAYS right. I DO feel something for you. Do you think it's love?"

This thing about Brenda always being right was starting to be a little disconcerting. "There have been men who have devoted almost their entire lives to poetically defining the word 'love,'" I told her. "I can't answer your question. I think that maybe the definition is very, very personal, and it often changes from person to person."

She sipped her Champagne and nibbled her lower lip. "Do you think Brenda and Dee are okay alone?"

I laughed. "Oh, yes. I got them some fresh batteries and gave them permission to open the blue gym bag."

"The blue ...?"

"You'll find out about it in due course."

She bit her lip some more. "Frederick?"

"Yes?"

"Am I going to start having sex with Brenda and Dee?" She didn't give me time enough to answer. "I don't think I've every really thought about doing that before. I'm not sure I want to. I mean, I like them; I like them a lot. But I'm not sure I could ever really LOVE another woman. Not enough to have sex with one, I mean." I was trying to think up a response when she rushed on. "But you could MAKE me love them, couldn't you? You could hypnotize me and MAKE me want to have sex with them, couldn't you? You could MAKE me love them and want to please them and want to just sort of ... of ... surrender to them, the way I'm about to surrender to you, couldn't you? And you could make me WANT them, the way I want ... I want ...." She searched my eyes. "Oh, Frederick, if you don't take me downstairs to our room and ... and ... get ON with it, I think I'm going to scream!"

I threw back me head and laughed out loud at this little speech, while she picked up her wine glass and downed the remaining ounce. I got up and helped her from her chair, tipped the waiter (including giving him the remaining half bottle of Champagne to split with the chef), put the tab on the room bill, and led my young virgin away toward the slaughter.

In the room, she quickly snatched up a small overnight case and sprinted to the bathroom, where she spent ten long minutes barricaded in preparation for the mating ritual. She emerged wearing a short, blue teddy with no panties. Her hair was down now, straight, shiny and very white. The makeup was gone, and she looked so young that I once again couldn't help but question the legality of this plan. But, oh my goodness, she was desirable! My cock felt as if it was about to burst. I had an almost overwhelming, animalistic urge to grab her, throw her down on the bed and take her immediately ... take her HARD! I took a ragged breath and tried desperately to calm down.

She couldn't force herself to look up at me. "I don't know what to do," she said in a small voice. "I asked Brenda and Dee, but they just laughed and told me that it would just come naturally. But I don't think ... I mean ... I'm not sure how to act naturally. I mean ... all I want to do is please you, but I don't know HOW!"

"It's going to be alright, Willie."

She was quiet for a long moment. I finally stopped drinking in the sight of her and took a step forward, opening my arms to her. "Come here." She rushed to me and flung herself into my arms, shaking with anticipation. I just held her for a long minute.

"Do you think it's going to hurt a lot?"

"I can use hypnosis, and you won't feel the pain," I suggested.

"NO!" she almost screamed, pulling back slightly. It made me jump a little. "Don't!" she urged. "I WANT to feel it! I want to feel everything a woman is suppose to feel! Please?"

I hugged her some more and finally used a forefinger to lift her chin so that our eyes were aligned. "Okay," I told her calmly. "You're about to feel everything. Are you ready?" She seemed incapable of answering, so I simply lowered my lips to hers.

The kiss went on and on and on. Her hands hung limp for several seconds, then went to my chest; then around my body, though it must have put her in an uncomfortable posture, arched slightly backwards as her body plastered itself against mine. Finally, of their apparent own free will, the arms snaked around my neck, one hand running its fingers into my hair.

I opened my mouth, and when she did not immediately follow suit, I began stabbing playfully at the lips with my tongue. Finally, they parted and I began teasing her tongue with my own. She began rubbing her slender body against mine.

And as for MY hands: well, they were not so indecisive by a long shot. I stroked her sides for awhile, and then slid them down beneath the hem of the teddy, where they began stroking her bare buttocks; then they slid effortlessly up her back, under the flimsy garment, up and down her bare sides, and finally one of them made its way around front to play with one of those magnificent nipples. I pinched gently at it, tweaked it a few times, and began rolling it lightly between my thumb and forefinger. She shuddered violently and made a small noise into my mouth.

I broke the kiss and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, she swayed softly, and she was gasping for breath. I waited patiently until her breathing had steadied somewhat, and finally she opened her eyes and looked questioningly into mine. "Look into my eyes, Willie. Deep, deep, deep into my eyes. Relax. Relax for me. Deep into my eyes and relax."

The beautiful blue orbs widened with shocked curiosity for a moment. "Are you ... are you going to ...?"

"Relax. Listen to my voice and relax in my arms."

"Oh!" she exclaimed weakly. She seemed to be taken completely by surprise with this. Even so, I felt her body relax perceptibly in my arms. "Don't you want to ...?" Her eyes suddenly drooped and then struggled to open again. They were still locked onto my own. "Oh .... It's going to happen, isn't it?" The eyes drooped again; forced themselves open. "I'm ... I'm going to be addicted .... I'm going to be like Brenda .... Addicted forever ...." Her knees would no longer support her body, and she sagged in my arms. "Yours ... forever ...."