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Robert Ames was growing concerned. Angelica Lopez had disappeared behind the
inner office door of the clinic over an hour ago. With perfect hindsight he
realized they could have left some notes back at the office or told someone at
the Post outlining the story they were following.

It had all seemed so unreal that night a few weeks ago. He and his curvy
girlfriend had just finished making love, passionate and satisfying as always,
when she looked over at him with a strange expression in dark eyes.

"Darling, if I agreed to marry you, would you want me to quit my job and stay
home to do nothing but keep house and make little brown babies for you?"

"Mi Amor! How can you ask such a thing? You know I love you and want to marry
you, but why would I want you to give up your career at the Post? You're a
superb reporter; a rising star there; that would be so stupid. As for having
kids, sure I'd like us to have two or three later on, but not for you to be
nothing but a housekeeper and mother."

"That's a politically correct answer, Robert," she grinned, "But are you sure?
Suppose I could be turned into a horny, submissive little slut who wanted
nothing more than to please you. Wouldn't you like to have a baby-making fuck
toy?"

"I'd rather have a woman."

"I think I believe you, darling," Angelica replied, her eyes glowing with
admiration that was almost love. "But not all men, maybe not many men, are like
that. Do you remember Emma Parks?"

"Uh...I think so. She's that school chum of yours? On the fast track at BBD&R.
Didn't we attend her wedding a year or two ago? Yes, quite pretty. Why do you
ask? You haven't mentioned her for some time."

"I had lost track of her. I heard she left BBD&R soon after she got married.
Well, a couple of weeks ago I ran into her at that big new suburban hyper-mart.
Remember when I got the box of paper for our printer? I hardly recognized her
when I saw her in the ladies room. She was sitting beside a stroller with a
strapping toddler in it as she was nursing a little one. And she was pregnant!

"Wow! She didn't look like the housewife type to me, from what I remember."

"That's just it. She wasn't! She had told me before she married she intended
to continue her career and wasn't sure she even wanted to have children. The
Emma I met yesterday was a totally different woman. All she wanted to talk
about was her babies and her Frank. She seemed more obsessed with him than in
love. Frank said this. Frank did that. Frank likes her being pregnant. I
think she would have told me how wonderfully and how often he makes love to her
and how often he gets her off, if I hadn't stopped her."

"Weird."

"I thought so, but she didn't. She even mentioned several of her friends that
had undergone similar changes in their lives. That was when my reporter's
instincts kicked in. I didn't particularly like what I saw in Emma, but if it
were some kind of perverse social trend, well, it might be worth a feature."

"So that's the mysterious project you have been working on," Robert grinned at
his clever lover.

"Yes, and I think I need your help."

"Leads turn so cold you need help from the sports pages?"

"On the contrary. I found plenty of material for an ordinary feature, but I may
have found something else, too."

"Oh?" Robert replied, his curiosity peeked.

"When I interviewed the women, several mentioned the same gynecologist, a Dr.
James Bock. I think there is something wrong with this picture and with these
women. It's like they were all "fixed" to be submissive, horny little wives,
regardless of their previous personalities."

"Now hold on, Angelica. Women do change their priorities over time. At some
point many women decide it's time to start a family," Robert objected.

"Robert! These are women like me, in their mid twenties, a little early to be
hearing the "biological clock" tick. And why would it strike for all of them at
the same hour? Will you take me seriously enough at least to check out this
Bock clinic while I continue interviewing the women?"

Skeptical at first, Robert himself was soon convinced that indeed, something
strange was going on at Dr. James Bock's clinic. For one thing, it had not
always been the clinic of James Bock. Until about three years ago, it had
belonged to Dr. Janet McGuire, a cracker-jack gynecologist of about 35 who had
developed a downtown practice catering to career women. Then the young James
Bock had shown up just out of medical school for a job interview. He got the
job ... and Dr. McGuire, too. Within days the former heartbreaker was wandering
around her office with dreamy, unfocused eyes. After each "consultation" with
her younger partner, Janet emerged looking even more flushed and dazed. The
women who worked with Janet sniggered, guessing what went on during those
"consultations."

No one was surprised, therefore, when a week or so later Janet let it slip that
she and Dr. Bock were living together. They were puzzled, however, when Janet
started coming in later and later each morning until one day she happily
announced she was pregnant. Seeing the way Janet mooned at James whenever she
was near him, no one needed to ask who had put the baby in the pretty
gynecologist. The staff watched Janet's belly grow beneath maternity dresses
which seemed to get skimpier by the week and her need for "consultations" with a
very self-satisfied Dr. Bock became more frequent. Then the bombshell. Janet
called everyone together to tell them James had decided she should stay home to
"take care of herself until the baby arrived" Consequently she would withdraw
from the practice indefinitely.

Stranger still, Robert learned that in the ensuing months the four women working
at the clinic also became pregnant -- and the order was far from random! Megan,
the youngest nurse had only barely started to show when Suzy the bimbo
receptionist went on maternity leave. Suzy was back to cover for Megan by the
time she was almost too big to walk. Ruth scolded Alice, the office manager,
for letting her husband make her pregnant again "at her age." By the time Alice
returned to work, however, she had to bite her tongue not to ask Ruth who had
put the office manager, a divorced mother of teens, back into maternity
dresses.

"The way you describe Janet and those women is just like the women I'm
interviewing," Angelica remarked when Robert told her about his findings. "The
change is sudden and total. One day they are bright, aggressive career girls,
the next, docile homebodies whose lives revolve around their men and their
bulging bellies. All they talk about is her husbands or boyfriends -- what he
likes, how he wants her to dress, what he thinks, how to please him, and how to
get him into bed more frequently, not that that seems to be a problem. To hear
them talk, they all fuck like bunnies. And none of them use any kind of
contraception. Every woman I talked to had one or two children already and most
were expecting another," Angelica finished, shaking her head.

That was the conversation which had led Robert here with Angelica. It had been
her idea to make an appointment with Dr. Bock to find out just what was going on
at this odd clinic. She had assumed the name of Angelica Carlisle and posed as
a married woman who was planning on starting a family and wanted to get a check
up. She had returned from her visit yesterday subdued and to Robert's surprise,
did not want to make love that night. She hadn't said much about what happened,
just that the doctor wanted to see her today with her "husband." So here he
was.

As Robert watched the traffic in and out of the same door that his Angelica had
gone through, he had more and more cause to worry. Each woman when she entered
seemed cool, even bored with the chore. But each one emerged a half hour or so
later flushed, glowing, and rather out of it.

At last the door open and a tall black woman stepped out. "Mr. Carlisle?" She
held the door and waited until Robert entered the dimly lit room. Only as his
eyes adjusted could he take in the sight. She was magnificent! She towered
over him and only partly due to the five inch heals she wore. The smock came
down only inches below her crotch showing off those long smooth chocolate legs
that riveted Robert's eyes. Until ... he noticed the abundant breasts
displayed more than concealed by the plunging neckline of this parody of medical
garb.

Stunned by the sexy nurse, Robert almost didn't hear her close the door and say,
"Please sit down make yourself comfortable, Mr. Carlisle." He did sit, but he
wasn't comfortable. The low couch to which she ushered him afforded him too
clear a view up under her smock as she sat down in the chair opposite him. "Or
should I call you Mr. Ames?"

"But my name is ..." he stammered, not able to think too clearly.

"Robert Ames and your girlfriend is Angelica Lopez." the nurse said matter of
factly. "I am Amaka and we need to talk."

"But .... How did you ..."

"Why Angelica told Dr. Bock everything during her visit yesterday.

"Impossible!" he barked with more conviction than he felt.

"Pretty slick, the way you found out about us and conned your girlfriend into
coming here, by the way. We usually work only on referral. Would you like to
see how we put her under? She put up quite a fight!" Amaka grinned, not
waiting for an answer.

The smiling nurse touched the control of a video screen that sprang to life. "I
first just try to put them at ease," the nurse explained. The image showed
Angelica in this same room, talking with Amaka. They laughed together, seeming
to share a joke, probably at the expense of men from the mischief in their eyes.
Then as Amaka spoke she unobtrusively pulled a pendant from a drawer and held it
idly in her hand. The two women continued to talk, but, to his horror, Robert
saw Angelica's eyes become fastened on the pendant. Slowly her expression faded
to blank as Amaka twirled the shiny object.

Amaka turned on the audio so Robert could hear their idle chatter as she watched
Angelica seem to be quietly nodding off. Angelica's eyelids drooped and her
head bowed forward. Her arms grew limp at her sides. Pressing her advantage,
the nurse brought the twirling pendant closer to Angelica's face and began to
swing it back and forth before her eyes, softly saying, "Isn't this the cutest
thing? Look how it sparkles. I find it so relaxing just to look at it. So
relaxing... It makes me want to lean back and relax. Just lean back for me,
now. That's it. There's no hurry... You don't have to be anywhere... We can just
relax and talk... Relax for me..."

"Your girlfriend was a pretty tough cookie," Amaka broke in. "By this point
most other women are gone. I have to admit she surprised me.." The video scene
jumped forward.

Abruptly, Angelica sat up straight, opened her eyes wide, and grinned
triumphantly. "Pretty much what I expected, I guess," Angelica exclaimed.
"Though I am surprised people can still be hypnotized by that old 'gaze into my
pendant' routine. I knew you must be using some
kind of mind control to brainwash your little Stepford wives."

If Amaka was surprised, she didn't show it. "Actually, that was just the
initial preparation, to get you in a receptive frame of mind. The real
brainwashing comes later and takes a lot longer. After all, we going to
introduce some pretty drastic changes in your personality."

"Thanks, sister, but I don't need to know the whole process. I've got plenty
for a story that will send you and this Dr. Bock, if he really is a doctor,
scurrying to another state if you don't go to prison." Angelica jousted.

"Oh, but I insist you stay to experience the whole thing, although you may
change your mind about writing a news report about us," Amaka smirked.

"Like hell!" said Angelica, her eyes flashing in anger. "You think I'm an idiot?
I'm not going to sit here and let you pull your little scam on me. I'm out
here!"

Angelica stood up, but the nurse, a good deal bigger and stronger than she,
caught her off-balance and pushed her back down into a seated position, this
time with the black woman half lying on top of her. "Get off me you witch!"
Angelica yelled, struggling to get away. "Dammit, get off!"

Amaka rolled a little to the right to capture one of
the smaller girl's arms. Angelica kept yelling abuse while Amaka was eerily
silent and determined. Presently, the nurse succeeded in catching and
immobilizing Angelica's remaining free arm. The nurse now had her right arm
behind Angelica's back. With her right hand she gripped Angelica's right wrist,
so that now both the smaller girl's arms were immobilized while Amaka's left
hand was free. She used it to bring the pendant before her struggling captive's
wide, desperate eyes.

"OK," Amaka said soothingly. "You put up a really good fight, but it must have
really tired you out. It's time for you to be a good little girl and take a
little nap." She began to twirl the pendant. "Come on, baby. You may think you
were only pretending to go under before, but you were sinking, girl. Now you
are starting to feel sleepy again. You were so close before. It will be so
easy now to go to sleep for me. That's right, you're so drowsy. Come on, relax
for me. Close those pretty eyes for Amaka. You can't fight it, you know...
You're going to sleep for me... Sleep for me... Sleep for me..."

Oh, no, Robert thought, pride in his girlfriend turning to fear as he watched
Angelica begin to succumb to Amaka's hypnotic words. Then he say her snap back.
"Bullshit!" Angelica spat in a voice that was half angry defiance and half
desperate fear but seemed to lack conviction. She screwed her eyes shut to block
out the view of the pendant and kept struggling to get free.

"Oh, don't be like that," Amaka coaxed. Angelica kept struggling furiously,
using all he strength. Amaka's hypnotic suggestions kept getting interrupted in
mid-
command as she had to shift position to maintain control of the twisting,
squirming smaller girl. At one moment Robert thought Angelica would succeed in
getting loose, but the nurse had the advantages of strength, size, and being on
top. She could not keep up her desperate effort for long. Angelica was
breathing hard and seemed to be tiring. She could no longer squirm constantly,
but struggled and rested, struggled and rested.

Angelica's furious movements had left her ass shifted forward on the couch
almost to the edge, her short skirt rucked up and her legs slightly parted. In
a fluid movement Amaka took advantage of this vulnerability, rolling back to her
left and pushing her thigh between Angelica's legs to press down on the smaller
girl's mound. She began to rock rhythmically against her.

Angelica's eyes snapped open in shock. "What are you DOING?" she squealed.

"Distracting you, honey," said Amaka with a smile. "I'm using sex to break your
concentration and wear down your resistance and will power. Haven't you done
the same a hundred times to your boyfriends? Mmm, I think I feel you responding
to me already, you hot little thing. You want me, don't you? You want Amaka to
make you hot and make you sleepy. Come on and go to sleep for me. Go under for
me, and I'll make you soooo happy. Relax and enjoy it. Don't fight it. Give in."
Her voice became dreamy and seductive. "Surrender to me, honey. You know you
want to... Sleep for me... You can't help yourself... You can't fight the
pendant anymore... It makes you want me ... want me to own you... Come on,
baby, give up... Give in to the sound of my voice and the feel of my body
against you... Let me make you feel good... Let me fuck you to sleep... Sleep
for me..."

Robert's pulse was racing as he witnessed his girlfriend's seduction but took
heart to see Angelica change tactics. Now she squeezed her eyes tightly shut,
as if trying not to let in even a glimpse of the sparking jewel that was sapping
her remaining will.

Amaka bumped her captive's nose with the pendant and taunted her, "Oh, come on,
honey. Be a good little girl and take your medicine. Open those cute little eyes
one more time and take one last look at my pretty pendant. One more look and
it'll be all over. One more look and you won't have to fight me any more Come
on. Just a little peek, a tiny peek at my pretty toy. You know you want to."

As she said this, Amaka gently put the pendant down on the couch, as if it were
no longer needed, but continued to pretend holding the pendant "Come on, my
sweet and open those dark eyes and look at it, so pretty, so pretty." Robert's
heart fell again as he saw Amaka's trick. She was making Angelica want to keep
her eyes shut, and Angelica was falling for it.

And all the while on that screen Amaka kept rocking her thigh against her
victim's pubic mound, and Angelica's hips now seemed to be keeping time with
her. He knew how easily Angelica became excited from direct stimulation of her
sex.

The weakening girl now seemed to have hardly any fight left in her. Her face
held none of the anger it had so plainly shown before, the remaining expression
having become a mixture of fear, frustration, and almost pleading. But still she
kept her eyes tight shut and seemed determined not to surrender, to that fatal
imaginary pendant that now seemed to be hypnotizing her only from its memory in
her mind.

Amaka waved a hand toward the television. "Well, at this point I really thought
I had her, but she was amazing. I have to admit, your girlfriend is the biggest
challenge I've ever faced."

On the screen Angelica seemed to be tapping some inner reserve of strength. A
moment ago she looked at the edge of surrender, but now she was fighting back
again, if not physically. She had stopped writhing about, evidently having
realized that it was pointless and was only tiring her more quickly, but there
was renewed determination in her face. "Let me GO, you bitch. It isn't going to
work on me."

"Sure it's going to work on you," the Amaka on tape said with chilling
certainty. "It works on any woman, my pet. You're already responding to me. I
can feel your pussy's wetness on my thigh. You're getting completely turned on,
and it's silly to deny it. You know it, I know it. And of course I've already
made you close your eyes."

Angelica quickly jerked her eyes open. "Gotcha!" said Amaka. "And guess what? I
don't need a pendant to put you under, honey. That's just a prop, a device to
distract the conscious mind and keep it focused on something else while I entrap
your subconscious. I can accomplish that a lot of ways, with a flashing light,
with rhythmic sounds. I can control a weak-willed person with just my eyes.
But my favorite technique to make my target helpless even before I hypnotize
them, is massage.

And what's the best kind of massage, a massage of your sex. You can put
somebody under and they never know what hit them. You know what I mean, don't
you? Most women do. Sex is out weapon, a powerful weapon, a drug. Nothing's
more distracting than sex. Nothing else turns the mind to jelly so quickly.
What is seduction but hypnosis? Women have been hypnotizing men with sex for
years, and it was so natural that most of them never even realized what they
were doing!

But believe me, I know what I'm doing, and that's why you're about to go under,
baby. Ooh, just feel you, you're so wet. I've got you right where I want you,
and that's the only part of you still squirming. Come on now, you little minx.
Relax for me. Stop trying to fight it. That's it... I feel you giving in now...
That's it... Just relax for me... Just let go completely for me... Oh, baby, I
feel you getting weaker... Just a little more now... Breathe in... Breathe
out... Feel me against you... Feel me arousing you... I'm going to make you
come, and then you can sleep... You'll have to sleep... Get ready to come for
me... Relax for me... Relax... Now get ready to come and go sleep... Are you
ready? Yes you are... You're really gone now... You're going under... You're
going... You're..."

As Angelica's resistance waned Amaka was able to force one of her muscular legs
between Angelica's slim thighs. Now Amaka was able to move it up and down, not
just rocking against her prey's mound but rubbing and caressing her weakest
spot.

"Have you ever seen how they hypnotize an alligator?" Amaka asked Robert.
"That's what finally put her under." Robert watched as Amaka began running her
free hand lightly over Angelica's body, brushing her breasts, her stomach, her
side, her mons, while her leg kept up its stroking between the girl's thighs.

Robert watched this in open-mouthed amazement. The nurse had clearly lost her
mind. Did she seriously think that Florida alligator wrestling was a real
hypnosis technique? Or even if it was, that it could possibly work on his strong
willed girlfriend?

But to his surprise, he saw that Angelica was very obviously responding. Even
through her thin blouse it was clear that her nipples were hugely erect. Her
hips rocked a little in time with Amaka's expert leg strokes on her pussy. She
gave out a few involuntary sounds of pleasure. Still the brave, determined girl
still seemed to be resisting, her muscles tense. But gradually, little by
little, the tension was going out of her. It might not be hypnosis, but it was
having a devastating effect.

Robert saw Amaka shift a little to put her lips near Angelica's ear. Evidently
realizing that her prey was falling under her control at least sexually, she was
going to resume her attempt to hypnotize her. "Relax for me," she commanded in a
seductive whisper. "Relax now... You can't
hold out any longer... Give up... Don't fight it... Surrender... You can't
resist... Relax for me..."

But instead of relaxing at the sultry sound, Angelica had stiffened.

She's still fighting, thought Robert with amazement and pride. But then he
realized what was really happening.

Robert had learned how vulnerable Angelica's ears were. He could always send
her into a blind rut by blowing in her ear. He hoped Amaka would misunderstand
her reaction, that she would think her approach had somehow backfired, not
realize she'd discovered a major weakness in his girlfriend.

On the tape Amaka seemed puzzled by the girl's reaction, but she put her mouth
to the girl's ear once again. "Come on," she breathed, "Go to sleep for me.
Come on! Let me fuck you to sleep. I'm going to ffffffuck you to sssssleep."

Like a man watching his team go down to defeat, Robert felt a sinking despair.
That last sentence was Angelica's undoing, not because of the words but the
whispered sibilant syllables, Amaka's breath rushing into her ear. It was too
much! Angelica let out a loud, high-pitched, helpless whimper of utter sexual
surrender.

"Ohhh, what is this?" said the nurse with a note of triumph in her voice. Amaka
put her face to the side of Angelica's head. It was impossible to see on the
television monitor exactly what was going on, but she was either blowing into
the ear or tonguing it. Either way, the effect on Angelica was electric.
Twitching and jerking violently, Angelica gasped and moaned with unresisting
pleasure. Her eyes were half-open and dazed.

Still ministering to the ear, Amaka began to speak again, this time in a rough,
loud whisper, not just saying but blowing hypnotic words into Angelica's
defenseless mind. "I've got you now, honey. I know what turns you on. There's
no point fighting any longer. Give in. Tell me you want it Say it. Sssssssay
it..."

Angelica's whimper sounded like a very weak "no..."

"Give in to me... Ssssssssurender... SSSSSSSSssay it."

Robert wasn't sure he heard it, but while one of the weak and incoherent sounds
coming out of his quivering fiancee seemed to be "...no..." another sounded like
"...please..."

"I've got you, baby! Don't fight me .. You can't fight.. Go to sleep for me...
Go to sleep for me when I make you come... You're going to come so good for me
now... You're going to come for me and go to sleep and then I'm going to make
you come again and again until you're nothing but my little toy. Won't that be
fun? Now ssssssurrender to me. Come for me and ssssssleep."

Amaka's leg was now making rapid little circles on Angelica's pussy, and
Angelica's hips were bucking against it in spasms. The smaller girl's voice was
coming in chokes, sobs, and whimpers of ecstasy. Then Angelica's body bucked
violently. She held her breath, her face twisted in the throes of orgasm, and
then she finally let out a whimpered but unmistakable "Yes!"

"Hell of a girl, Robert," Amaka admitted. "I've never seen such a tough bitch.
If she knew what she was doing, she could turn any man inside out. No wonder
you figured you needed some help with her. Well, from here on, let's just hit
the high points,"

Robert groaned inwardly as the scene changed again. It was really over.
Angelica was under, no longer faking but totally in the power of the beautiful
black nurse. Amaka pulled the entranced and unresisting Angelica to a standing
position and began to undress her. In a moment Angelica's pert breasts were in
view and the nurse was expertly fondling them with one hand and kissing her ear
while the other hand went into Angelica's panties. Moments later Robert saw
Angelica shudder and cum again so hard that she would have collapsed if Amaka
hadn't held her.

"That little girlfriend of yours is hot! I can't make many women come that way,
just with my hands. Most need this ..." she continued. The scene changed
again. Angelica was laid out on an examining table with her legs in stirrups.
It would have been uncomfortable except it was obvious Angelica was totally
unaware of anything except Amaka's head between her legs. Angelica's head
thrashed from side to side in what appeared to be an almost continuous orgasm.

"James likes to have me warm up the women before he has them. It saves time and
I'm sure they enjoy it more that way, too," Amaka joked. The next scene was the
one Robert had been dreading. Sure enough there was his girlfriend with her
legs wrapped around the waist of a handsome man wearing nothing but a
stethoscope around his neck. Thankfully, Amaka had turned off the audio so
Robert could not actually hear Angelica screaming in ecstasy, though she clearly
was. Transfixed, Robert watched Angelica mindlessly meet the doctor, thrust for
thrust until at last it was obvious that he, too, lost control. With a final
wrenching spasm, the man blasted his sperm into a quivering Angelica. The hot
jism triggered its own final response in her shaken body. She arched, grew
momentarily rigid, then fell back onto the table, limp and unconscious.

"This is the boring part, but it's what really does the job. All the rest is
just preparing her mind to accept the programming," Amaka explained as the scene
shifted again to show Angelica apparently peacefully asleep with something like
headphones over her ears and another apparatus around her crotch. No, not
exactly asleep peacefully, Robert noticed. Angelica was slowly writhing. "The
electronic stimulator is keeping her highly aroused. The desire for sex
prevents her from forming any defense as she hears the conditioning tape. When
she responds properly to certain cues during the "lessons" it reward her by
making her come. When we're finished with her, there is a tight link between
pleasing her man and her own sexual pleasure."

Amaka switched off the video and directed her attention to Robert. "Since we
weren't sure just what you'd want, we pretty much gave her the standard
treatment," Amaka said, matter of factly.

"You did what?"

"We installed the personality traits that most men ask for." Amaka explained.
"In the first place, unquestioned love and devotion to you. She now thinks you
are little short of a god and knows she is very, very fortunate to be your
woman. Therefore, she is not going to cross you in any way that might
jeopardize that relationship. This means that she wants to make you a happy
man, if you know what I mean," Amaka grinned.

"Of course we didn't want pleasing you to be a chore for poor Angelica, so we
increased her libido by a factor of six or seven. Roughly, if before she was
*willing* to have sex several time a week, now she'll *need* it several times a
day. But there is no reason to be concerned," Amaka added hastily, seeing
Robert blanch, "Even if she wants more than you can provide, leaving her a
little frustrated won't do her any harm. She'll just be that much hotter when
you do put it to her. Besides, she would never think of nagging you or
demanding sex no matter how horny she gets. I don't guarantee that she won't
try to seduce you, though," Amaka added with a feminine smirk. "We fixed her
really to enjoy sex with you. She will turn on like a light bulb if you so much
as brush her tits or ass and you will find you can climax her with your fingers
in almost no time. Apparently she already enjoys cunnilingus considerably."

"We also minimized any tendency to jealousy. Although she really will not
*like* it if you choose to have other women, she'll put up with it as a minor
foible of her otherwise wonderful lover. We could, if you wish, add a
preference for threesomes, but few of our clients ask for that. Likewise, if
you intend to share her around, we probably ought to program that specifically,
although you can most likely get her to do it a few times without it.
Similarly, we did not include any special enjoyment of anal sex. We find men of
your socioeconomic group generally don't go for it, though it's up to you"

"You might want to consider letting us turn her on to girl-girl sex." Amaka
continued, sounding like a new car salesman discussing options. "Some men think
that creates competition for them, but it doesn't really. It can be quite
convenient, for example, to have your girlfriend fall for one of your mistresses
and then get them together. Believe me, fucking a pussy that has been properly
warmed up by another woman's mouth can be HOT!"

"Not to overlook the most important feature, you'll be pleased to find Angelica
is really keen to start making babies for you. In fact, the poor kid is just a
little paranoid about being twenty five already without having even one child
when so many of her friends have had two or three. I strongly recommend you put
a bun in that cute little oven as soon as possible. Finding herself slowed down
by a big belly and engorged tits will help stabilize the other personality
changes we've introduced. If you keep her long enough, she will probably want
to give you six or seven children, although I understand that she earns big
bucks at the newspaper so you may not want to keep her off the job that much
time. Again, don't worry about what *she* wants. Keep her pregnant all the
time or let her eat her heart out for more babies; she'll adore you the same."

"Well, that about covers it. I trust you will be pleased with your new and
'improved' girlfriend, soon to be wife, right? Amaka smiled. "In return, we
ask only that you not pursue the news report she was working on. Angelica has,
of course, totally forgotten it."

For several long seconds Robert just stared at the beautiful black woman as he
tried to absorb everything he had seen and heard. At last he drew a deep
breath, "Well, I guess I do have to thank you, Ms ...uh ... Amaka," he said at
last, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But giving up the story on this hellish
clinic is the *last* thing I'll do. You have just provided me with enough
material to nail you good! I've got some killer quotes; too bad we can't use
all of them in a family newspaper, even post Zipper-gate."

If Robert expected the sexy nurse to be taken aback, he was surprised. "I've
got to hand it to James," Amaka said, smiling and shaking her head in amazement.
"He said you'd react this way. Angelica told him that you were not at all a
machista, but after a few session on the tapes a woman's judgment about the man
in her life is unreliable to say the least. Most of James's patients will swear
that their husbands or boyfriends are ardent feminists. They'll swear it even
when he brings his mistress home to screw while she's off giving birth to his
baby. After all, the women believe anything their men tell them. Guys know
that the only way to get into a girls pants nowadays is to play the enlightened
'man of the Millennium,' so that's what they do. But you seem to be the real
McCoy," Amaka said, her eyes wide in amazement

"You're damned right I am, and you are going to undo all the vile tampering with
Angelica and give me back the tough-minded, independent woman I love." Robert
demanded. "If you don't, I'll go to the district attorney and in addition to
being out of business, you'll face charges for kidnapping and sexual abuse."

"Astounding!" Amaka sighed but continued. "I don't think going to the
authorities would be a good idea, Robert. We got there first. Perhaps you
remember the DA dumped his over-forty wife for that frisky little blonde
prosecutor in his office? Well, the silly bitch began to take herself too
seriously. As a trophy wife, she wasn't working out as expected. She continued
screwing around with the junior prosecutors and some of the cops, hardly ever
fucked the old boy, and absolutely refused to let him get her pregnant."

"Well, fortunately, Dr. Bock heard about the DA's problem and we got her here
for an appointment. Now Miss ex-hot shot lawyer is happy as a kitten, staying
home nursing the DA's first baby and expecting a second. As for the Chief of
Police, he is overjoyed with our services. He has his wife at home started on
producing a second family for him while down at the station three of the
prettiest policewomen are out on maternity leave."

"I don't care who else gets burned, when this hits the news, you're out of
business, Robert said.

"You're no doubt right, so we'll make sure this never does 'hit the news.'
Angelica can be made to forget, has in fact already forgotten. I so hoped you
would play along in exchange for control of most men's fantasy woman. But as
James predicted, you're just not the kind of man to control a woman. Of course,
that makes it easy for a woman to control you," she smiled confidently.

"Oh, no," Robert said. "I'm wise to the pendant gambit. The only way you
managed to finally get Angelica was to dominate her physically!" Robert stood up
and grinned mirthlessly down at the nurse, returning smirk for smirk. "You're a
big girl, but I don't really think you'd have any chance of overpowering me, do
you?"

"Oh, I might," she said sweetly. "You'd probably beat me in a fair fight, but I
don't fight fair."

"Fair or not, you've met your match. I'm blowing the lid off your operation and
I'm getting my fiancee back, and there's not a goddam thing you can do to stop
me."

"Oh, my, I guess we should have known that a bright man like you could not be
put under so easily" Amaka smiled disarmingly. "How foolish to think that big
sexy woman could seduce a man like you, even if she does have big ... soft ...
round ... titties that are so hard to take your eyes off of." the nurse cooed
"And you are far to clever to allow a woman to arose you by letting you peek up
between her legs. You could never be distracted by wondering if your adversary
is wearing panties or not, could you?

"'Course not." Robert agreed, but his eyes drifted down and fixed between
Amaka's delightful thighs.

"Of course she might be able to get you horny, but even if you did become
aroused, your prick beginning to stiffen as I see yours is, you would still be
able to resist my commands. Even with a raging hard-on, a strong-minded man
like you would not just start taking orders from a woman. You may be horny, you
may be thinking how nice it would be if I fucked you. You might want me to lay
you back on that couch where you are sitting and lower my juicy cunt over your
hard erect penis, but you can still control your self, can't you?

"Uhh hu," Robert agreed, nodding his head without blinking or taking his eyes
off Amaka's breasts.

"A flashing locket hanging between my boobies would not put *you* into a trance.
Even if you obey my command to continue looking at my big soft tits so that the
locket can continue to flash in you eyes, flashing, flashing so that it is
difficult to think about anything but my titties and the locket, your will power
would remain strong. Sex can't make you so docile you will obey everything I
tell you, can it, Robert?" Amaka asked as she came and stood in front of the
helpless man.

"No," Robert said robotically and he gazed up at the black woman who now towered
over him, his eyes fixed on the twirling locket Amaka deployed.

"No, Robert, you will not do everything I say just because your will is slipping
away from you. You're not falling into my power, because lust has made you too
weak to resist my commands. You will obey me because you are a little boy at a
doctor's office and I am your nurse. You are embarrassed to have gotten a
hardon looking at your sexy nurse, but that's just natural. You can't help
wanting me so you are going to do everything I tell you, aren't you, Robert?"
Amaka asked with a reassuring smile.

Robert smiled back and nodded.

"That's a good boy. Now since this is your first time to visit me, I want you
to take off all your clothes. Will you do that for me, Robert?"

"Yes, ma'am," Robert replied, falling seamlessly into the little-boy role in
which Amaka had cast him. With only a little embarrassment, Robert began to
remove his shirt and pants.

"Would you like me to help you, sweetie?" Amaka inquired as she unsnapped his
boxers and let them fall to the floor.

"Yes, Ma'am," Robert replied politely.

"Oh, my, Robert, you are a *big* little boy, aren't you? Amaka asked as she
took his erect penis and began to stroke it. "This must feel very good for a
big boy like you. Do you like what I'm doing to you Robert?

Robert could only grin in agreement.

"Of course you do," Amaka said, slipping into baby talk. "A big boy likes to
have a woman's hand on his thing-y, Robert. If you want me to keep playing with
your thing-y and making you feel really good like this, you'd better let me put
you down on this couch. ... Uh huh, like that. Are you comfortable, sweetie?

Robert couldn't answer, The delicate strokes of Amaka's hand felt too good.

"This is your penis, Robert. I know you like me to play with your penis. It
makes you feel so peaceful, so relaxed. All you want is for me to keep doing
it. So peaceful, so relaxed but sort of sleepy, right? You'd like to go to
sleep, Robert, cuddle up with me and suck on my big titties and drift off to
sleep. I would be so easy if you weren't so horny. Would you like me to help
you not to be horny? I could make you feel good so you can go to sleep, deeply
to sleep. Do you want me to make you feel good?"

Robert's eyes were closed, clearly lost in the powerful arousal Amaka induced.
He was totally unaware when the his beautiful seductress dropped her skimpy
garment and clambered onto the couch with him. He made no effort to resist --
how could he? -- when the smiling woman took his cock and guided it into her
dripping cunt. Robert's mind was elsewhere, suffocated beneath a warm, thick,
erotic blanket when Amaka began purposefully to ride up and down on his rigid
cock. The last fragments of his will were spirited away by her soft sing-song
voice. "Oh, Robert, baby, you want to come so bad, don't you. You need to come
so like a big boy you can sleep. I can make you come, Robert, make you sleep.
Just relax and let me fuck you ... fuck you to sleep ... fuck you to sleep ...
fuck you ... to ... sle.e.e.e.p."

As the beautiful black dominatrix's voice fell to a whisper Robert began to
moan, softly then louder and louder until he bellowed in incoherent surrender.
Amaka felt his balls erupt with cum as spasm after spasm of orgasm skewered his
mind and will. His body fell limp; his mind opened, becoming a blank page, a
page waiting to be written upon. Amaka smiled to herself, knowing the author
was ready and not far away.

Reluctantly Amaka pulled her sperm-drenched cunt from around the softening cock
of the sated and entranced young reporter. As she arose, she saw she had an
audience. James and Angelica were standing in the door. James's eyes were
bright with admiration for his beautiful and talented lover. Angelica was
disheveled but she wore the radiant, spacey expression a session with James
always produced in women. The young journalist had let James hastily pull on
her panties, but the soaked crotch and the semen leaking down her leg showed
just why she looked so happy.

"Entertain yourself, my dear," James instructed and Angelica's eyes grew dim.
He directed her to a recliner where the young woman lay back and thrust her hand
into her panties. Soon her soft moans indicated she needed no more of his
attention.

"Good work, darling," he said as he approached and kissed Amaka who was still
admiring her unconscious victim. "Look at that face. I've never seen a man
with a grin like that. You must have fucked him down to his reptile brain!"
James laughed.

"You did pretty well with Miss Salamander yourself," Amaka chuckled and kissed
him back, pressing her body hard against his muscular frame. "So, what do I get
as a reward?" she whispered smokily, breaking the kiss.

"Reward? I thought you worked for me from sheer devotion!" James teased.

"You know what I'm devoted to," Amaka growled, fondling his prick which
responded as she hoped.

"Well, we don't have any other clients this evening." James agreed. "Put him on
the machines and we'll have some time to kill." Quickly Amaka lowered the
earphone-like device over Robert's head and made an adjustment to a dial. Then
she fastened the other apparatus over his groin. "Going to give him a 'seven?'"
James asked.

"No, just a six," Amaka replied. "Angelica says he's a quick recharge. I don't
want to stimulate him too much. If he ejaculates, I'll have to start all over,"
the busy woman replied as she made a final check of the equipment. "There. A
couple of hours of subliminal instruction while in a state of high arousal
should do him. And now," she continued, turning to her companion with a lustful
smirk, "I can think of something much better to do with the time than kill it!"

*****

An hour of so later Amaka awoke from the little nap she always fell into after
she and James fucked. She wondered if it was possible to be awakened just by
the intense sensations of contentment and completeness James always left her
with. That little nap, she was sure, wasn't quite natural. She suspected he
used it to reinforce her conditioning. Still, she had the feeling that *her*
conditioning was not as complete, not as "heavy" as that of James's clients.

Perhaps it was his control of her mind made it impossible for her to feel
jealousy for Janet to whom James went home every night. Amaka knew he still
fucked her. After all, Janet was expecting again. But Amaka felt it was more
out of loyalty than lust. Unlike Amaka, Janet had retained most of the weight
she gained with each pregnancy and now was border line obese. Amaka wondered if
there wasn't a tiny part of Janet's mind that remained unconditioned and that
part was making her unhappy. Amaka had asked James about it one time but James
just shook his head a little sadly.

Amaka had no such problem. James could bend her own will to his, easily enough
of course, but what was there to bend? With James she had an interesting job
for which he paid her very well. He was a handsome man and a marvelous lover.
Unless *everything* was an illusion. Maybe James was really fat and had buck
teeth, Amaka laughed to herself. But she had seen how women reacted to James
when they first saw him, before they were conditioned. No, James really was a
hunk. And finally he had given her two adorable cafe au lait daughters, Ifi and
Efe, and the slightly darker Jerome. What more could a woman want?

Mamma, who took care of the kids, agreed these three were great, but she was on
Amaka's neck again. With Jerome going on six months, Mamma thought it was past
time to get another grandchild on the way. If her employer didn't want to get
her pregnant, Mamma had hinted, Amaka could find some other nice white boy to do
the job Well, Amaka didn't think Mamma would have to grouse much longer. This
was her week to ovulate and Amaka had remained mum when James had neglected to
use a condom the last few times they had fucked. Amaka was pretty sure James
didn't intend to make her pregnant just yet, but what were feminine wiles for,
if not to use against the male of the species? James hadn't been watching the
calendar and she had.

Moving slowly so as not to disturb the beautiful afterglow of sex, Amaka slipped
a hand between her legs. A glob of James's thick come was slowly oozing from
her pussy. No hurry. There was plenty more where that had come from. Without
needing to open her eyes, her other hand reached over to the drawer beside this
bed she and James used for office sex and removed a cervical cap. She felt it
slip comfortably into place. There, that would keep her full.

Amaka had come really hard when James had shot his jizz into her this time. It
was unscientific, but she just felt this was it. Best not to take any chances,
however. She scooted a pillow under her ass to raise the angle of her cervix
and reached for her clit. Another old wives tale, perhaps, but orgasm after
impregnation was said to promote conception. It couldn't hurt and it sure felt
good. Maybe the old wives had been knocked up enough times to know something.
One soft orgasm followed another until she dozed again.

Amaka was awakened again, this time by James's voice from the next room.
Sleeping with her boss was probably part of her job description (or at least a
perk). Sleeping on the job was not. Pulling on her smock, Amaka followed her
lover's voice to the main room. There James was sitting with a fully clothed
and wide awake Angelica Lopez, talking business. Amaka was amazed at the
transformation. The Post's reporter seemed completely normal again, even
feisty. Gone was the docile subservience, the look of lost adoration Amaka had
seen shortly before. Angelica probably knew little of what had gone on the last
few hours.

"It's a big responsibility, Angelica. I'm sure you will handle it well" James
said

"Of course I will. But do you mean he'll do *anything* I tell him?" she
inquired.

"Well, don't test the limits by asking him to jump off a building, but, yes,
just about anything a man's loving girlfriend could ask, he'll do."

"And will he still be OK ... uh, ... you know, ...?"

"In bed?" James smiled reassuringly. "Better than ever! Remember you said he
would never eat you? Well, you'll find now he will not only do it, but he will
do it damned well. And we've improved his stamina, too. He should be good for
at least two or three times per night. I think you're going to be a very happy
woman."

"Sounds perfect. Can I take him home now?"

"Give us this weekend for that final procedure I mentioned," James replied.
"He'll be yours on Sunday night."

"As you say, James." she replied. Turning to her unconscious boyfriend,
Angelica blew him a kiss walked away.

*****

Robert had had a bad day. Percy Cummings, his editor, had not liked Robert's
latest series on the local baseball team. "Damnit Robert, it was full of fluff
about how hard travel days are on their wives and girlfriends. *Men* read the
sports pages and they don't read it for that! You haven't written a decent,
hard-hitting sports story in two months now. What's wrong?"

Robert didn't know what was wrong. He was just glad to be home and in his
kitchen where he could concentrate on making dinner for Angelica. She had
called and promised to be home by 8:30. He had another half hour to get
everything perfect for her. He had set the table and the vichyssoise was ready.
He turned his attention to the Caesar dressing. The oven timer rang just as
Angelica arrived.

Robert's bad day was over! Joy overwhelmed him as he took in sight of his sexy
girlfriend. Always pretty, Angelica had gotten so much hotter in the last
couple of months. The heels, that tailored suit with a skirt that stopped six
inches above her knee, the earrings, the makeup. Angelica had become a babe!
And it hadn't hurt her career at the Post, where the senior editors were all
middle aged men.

"Oh what a nice welcome for a tired working girl," Angelica giggled as Robert
kissed her passionately and squeezed her butt. "Tch Tch! Time enough for that
later, darling. Dinner smells wonderful!"

During the meal Angelica told Robert the good news she had hinted at over the
phone. "They're putting me in charge of Style, page two," she bubbled.
"Apparently the series I did on career women who drop out to have babies and
spend more time with their husbands has been a huge success. I've got to
transcribe some notes, but I think we should celebrate. Don't be long," she
winked as she arose from the table.

Scrubbing the flambe pan took longer than Robert expected so he was still at the
sink when Angelica re-appeared in the kitchen door. Pots and pans were
forgotten when Robert saw his girlfriend in a new pink baby doll pajama.
"Coming to bed, darling?" Angelica lilted and wiggled off, knowing what the
answer would be.

A half hour and several orgasm later Angelica was still in the saddle. She had
Robert on his back with his oh-so-satisfying cock well up inside her. She was
going for another good come or two when she felt his body stiffen. "Slow down,
lover boy!" she cried, but it was too late. She was able to get herself off
just one more time as her horny boyfriend shoot his balls into her hungry cunt.
Angelica looked down into the half-closed eyes of her totally satisfied man. It
was time to tell him she decided.

"I didn't finish giving you all the news, honey."

"Huh?" Robert responded, finding it a little hard to concentrate after the way
Angelica had just fucked him.

"I've been thinking about what you keep asking me, and I've decided yes."

For a moment the words didn't make any sense. Then Robert exploded with joy.
"You will? You'll marry me? Oh, darling, that's wonderful. When? When?"

"Let's do it next month," she said excitedly.

"Next month?" Robert asked, suddenly puzzled. "Isn't that short notice? I
mean, I've been after you to marry me for years. Por que‚ tan pronto?"

"Well, we don't want our families to be upset, do we?" Angelica replied
mysteriously.

"Our families? My parents adore you and your folks like me, too. What's there
to be upset about if we take time to make this a real occasion?"

"Ay! Robertito," Angelica laughed and kissed him. "You are slow, but so
lovable. Do I have to spell it out for you, honey? I went to see Dr. Bock,
today. I'm already two months pregnant!"

Robert thought he had died and gone to heaven. He pulled Angelica down to his
chest and practically devoured her with kisses. As he blathered endearments his
body reacted in a way he didn't realize, but Angelica did.

"Oh, Bobby, you naughty boy!" Angela laughed. She was calling him "Bobby" more
and more often these days Robert vaguely noted. "I think you *like* the idea
letting a pregnant woman fuck you," Angelica grinned, feeling her boyfriend
stiffen inside her again. "Are you going to let me fuck you when I am all
gordita and my belly is all pushed out with the beb‚? Maybe I'll get so big
that once I am on top, you won't be able to get me off. Then I could fuck you
even if you didn't want me to."

Robert was insane with desire as Angelica humped his resurrected prick. "You'd
better like it lover," she admonished, "Because I'm gong to need a lot of
fucking for the next seven months and," she paused for effect just before he was
about to explode, "I'm planning to have muchos bebes."

*****
Epilogue

Six months later Angelica was a happy if uncomfortably pregnant woman. Lying
beside her was her equally happy if tuckered-out husband. She had just
finished having him give it to her doggie style for almost an hour. "Orgasms
are almost as much fun for the baby as for the mother," she had assured him to
keep him going. At last she took pity on him and let him come. He had almost
fallen off her in exhaustion. A good time to talk, she thought.

"Your mother was over this afternoon," Angelica said, not expecting a reply and
not getting one, "So was mine. We got to talking about what to do after la
bebita arrives."

"Oh, yeah," Robert sighed a little recovered. "I've been looking for infant
care providers here and near work, too."

"That's so sweet of you, honey," Angelica said, "But the three of us were
thinking that we just don't like the idea of strangers taking care of the baby,
especially for the first two or three years."

"Oh?" Robert asked sleepily, "Does your mother want to take care of her, or
does mine?"

"Don't be silly, darling." Angelica laughed. "Soon both of them are going to be
far to busy for that. But we do think it should be someone in la familia."

Robert looked up with admiration at his beautiful pregnant wife. "No, honey.
They've just made you Editor of the Style section," he protested. "You can
afford a couple of week of maternity leave, but I can't ask you to take years
out of your career, even to take care of nuestra hijita. It's too big a
sacrifice."

"That's what we were thinking, too, darling," Angelica agreed, taking hold of
Robert's prick and dropping down into her "special" voice. "I was thinking
maybe *you* could take care of her."

Robert started to object, but felt a wave of sweetness roll over him as it often
did when Angelica spoke. When he felt that way, he knew what would happen. She
was going to fuck him and he was going to do anything she asked. It was no use
arguing.

"I mean, your career really isn't going anywhere, Robert," Angelica added
logically. "They've been moving you from one dinky assignment to another. Why
bother? With my promotion we'll have more than enough money. I'll buy us a
real house, a big one. You won't need to work and I know you will be wonderful
at child care. Will you do it, Amorcito, para mi?"

Robert was agreeing. Angelica knew he would. He always did, when she wanted
him to. Robert would be her house-husband and he would be happy doing it;
Angelica would keep him fucked well enough to see to that. Still, she felt a
pang of guilt. She had been careful never actually to lie by saying "our" baby,
but she had let Robert believe the child in her womb was his. Angelica in fact
remembered the afternoon it had been put there during one of her frequent
"checkups" at James's office.

It was part of the deal. James gave her Robert, sweet, docile, and always
available to satisfy her raging need for sex. In return Angelica would give
James babies. This was only the first. She didn't know how many he wanted.
She didn't care. When James looked at her that special way, she wanted more
than anything for him to make her pregnant, wanted him to make her a woman in
the way Robert never could.

Robert, the dear, would never know, of course. Any baby of hers would probably
inherit her dark skin and eyes and James looked a lot like Robert. Her poor
husband was unaware of the little snip James had performed on him that weekend
months ago, so that Angelica would never have an "accident" with Robert.

The monetary guilt passed; Angelica was happy again. She had a wonderful lover
who promised to give her a houseful of babies and a wonderful husband to take
care of them.

"Honey?" Robert asked in a small, resigned voice, as he tenderly stroked
Angelica's swollen tummy, "What did you mean when you said that your mother and
mine would soon be 'too busy' to take care of nuestra bebita?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Angelica replied sweetly. "That's why they came by
here, to tell me the good news. They had just come from Dr. Bock's. They're
both pregnant."