The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Beth was knocked back a full step when her visitor slammed into her, Dinah crushing her with her arms, sobbing into her chest; while their legs became all tangled, which threatened to topple them like an uprooted tree. And Dinah’s breasts! Those huge, spongy breasts, smashing into her own like massive loaves of warm, underdone, doughy bread! And what the hell was she wearing? She was practically naked, outdoors in the warm, dry night, with houses all around them! Just another average evening in Los Angeles, she thought.

“Dinah … what’s the matter, honey? Hush, now. Tell me how you got here. Where did you come from?”

“He brought me.”

“Who?”

“HIM!” and she turned and pointed toward the empty street. “Oh! He’s gone!”

“Your husband? I’m sorry, I can’t his name. Is he the one who brought you?”

“Ivan? No, no. Ivan’s back in that house. I think I heard him scream, but it might have been someone else. And they gave me a shot. And that man climbed through the window. But I was handcuffed to the bed. And I was naked; because I wouldn’t escape if I was naked. And some kid kept coughing. And all I could hear was music.” And she started singing:

“Are you going to Scarborough Faire? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.”

Halfway through this, Beth started trying to interrupt. “What? Hold on! Hang on a minute! Honey, stop! Listen! STOP!” And finally, the singing halted, though Beth had to it, the girl could certainly carry a tune. She looked around, but fortunately didn’t see any neighbors. “Come inside. And not another word until we’re sitting down together!” She pulled Dinah through the entranceway and shut the door; then she clutched her visitor’s left hand and led her through the foyer, into the living room, and down onto the couch; pausing only long enough to snatch up the remote control, aim it at the TV and press “Off.”

Dinah was crying again. “Why do I always sound so stupid? I HATE it when I sound stupid! And that’s been, like, all the time, lately!”

“Stop that!” Beth onished. “You are not stupid. You are intelligent and pretty and …. No! I’m not going to get off-track again! Now, just answer my questions! What did you mean ‘they gave you a shot?’” She studied Dinah’s face. “Oh! Your pupils are like little tiny dots! What did they give you?”

“I told you! They gave me a shot!” she held out her right arm, palm up, and pointed to a small mark on her inner arm. “Right here. And there was a drop of blood. And I thought it was going to get bigger, but it didn’t. And it hurt, but then it stopped. And Lada said she was going to send me to Thailand. But they couldn’t let me escape, so they took off all my clothes, because you can’t escape if you don’t have any clothes on. Everybody knows that!”

“Holy shit! You’re high as kite!”

“Holy shit! I’m high as a kite!” And she giggled.

Beth leaned forward and put her face in her hands. “What am I going to do?” she asked the room.

But, sensing her friend’s distress, Dinah leaned into her and tried unsuccessfully to wrap her arms around her slumped figure. “Don’t be sad, Beth! I’m okay! Do you want to play with my breasts?”

She sat abruptly and faced her. “What?!”

“For the last few weeks, every guy I meet has stared at my breasts … just the way you’ve been doing. And then, they play with them. And I let them. All of them. Every single one of them. And then they do it to me. Have sex with me, I mean.” She lowered her voice confidentially. “To tell you the truth, it feels pretty good.” She giggled again, then sobered. “Well … most of the time. Anyway, I know you’re a lesbian; and since you’re looking at them the way all the guys do, I figured maybe you want to play with them, too.” She had a sudden thought. “Hey, what happened to Tina? I forgot to ask. You two were ….” And she stopped, looking questioningly at Beth, who had moved away a few inches, and was regarding her companion with a combination of surprise, guilt, shock and horror. “Oh, nuts! I’ve done it again, haven’t I? I’ve said something stupid!”

Beth turned once again, facing the room, and she sat back hard on the couch. “How … How many times have you let men have sex with you in the past three weeks? Other than your husband, I mean?”

“Oh, Ivan and I don’t … uh … do it. But as for all the other guys … um ….” She started using her fingers to tick off the sexual encounters one-at-a-time. But when she started in on the fingers of the other hand, Beth hastily interrupted her math.

“But never with your husband?”

“Oh, don’t worry about Ivan! He’s doing okay! He has a lover. Lada.”

“The woman who injected you with heroin, stripped you naked and told you she was sending you to Thailand!?”

“Um … You make it sound sort of sinister. Do you really think it was heroin? Wow! She said it was only half a dose. I’m really drunk, though!” She tried to open her eyes wider. “And sleepy!”

“Holy fuckin’ shit! What am I going to do?” Thankfully, Dinah didn’t interrupt. “First things first. Do I take you to a hospital?” She paused again. “Maybe I should text Jimmy.”

“Jimmy!” Dinah squealed. “Ooo! Can you call him? Could I talk to him?”

Beth checked her watch. “He’s probably doing his show. This is the last one, too. He’s coming home tomorrow!”

“Oh, I’d love to see him again! He emails me almost every day!”

Beth regarded her. “What?”

“Well, not me. He emails Ivan. There are attachments, and I get to listen to them.”

“Uh … Jimmy emails your husband, Ivan? Every day?”

“Yes. At least, I think so. I’ve been watching the video attachments every day.”

Fearing the worst, Beth tried to pick her words carefully. “And … what’s in those attachments? Is Jimmy just standing there talking, or what?”

“No … the video shows … um … drops of water … falling … onto a … still … pond.”

She paused. Too long. Beth realized that she had her eyes closed. She reached out and touched Dinah on the arm. “Hey, kid! Stick with me!”

Dinah jerked a little and opened her eyes. “Sorry! What was the question?”

“What does Jimmy tell you in those video attachments he sends you? Or rather, sends to your husband for you to watch?”

“Oh. Um … I don’t know. I … uh ….”

“Fall asleep. You go to sleep, don’t you?” Beth tried hard not to make it an accusation.

“Uh … yes?” She studied her friend. “Beth, did I do something wrong? You look angry! Please don’t be angry with me! Whatever I did, I didn’t mean to ….”

Beth quickly gathered the girl into her arms. “No, of course you didn’t make me angry. It’s just that … uh … I’ve decided not to Jimmy right now. He’ll be back tomorrow, anyway. And I’ll have LOTS to talk about with him then!” The girl in her arms began crying quietly, so she gently increased the pressure of the hug. “I’ve got you, Dinah! You’re safe now!”

“I’m being a horrible burden on you. I don’t know where to go or what to do. I don’t even have my purse. Should I try to call home? Do you think Ivan would even go back there? Oh, of course he would … he’d never leave his computer.”

“You aren’t going anywhere tonight!” Beth declared. “You’re staying right her with me. Jimmy’s ship docks tomorrow morning, and we’ll let him have his say first. Then, we’ll decide whether to go to the cops or the FBI or the DEA or whatever other letters of the alphabet might apply.”

“And what about Paper Man?”

“Paper Man?”

“The man that made me walk out of that house blindfolded. He was dressed in a gray paper suit.”

“Blindfolded?”

“And handcuffed, too! He told me that he didn’t want me to see whatever had happened outside that room I was in, and he wanted to make sure I wouldn’t take the blindfold off accidently. I was completely helpless, but he didn’t try to play with my breasts at all, the way all the other men do. And in the car, he showed me the bulletproof vest he wears under the paper suit.”

“What in the world!?” She thought about it a moment. “From the way he acted, maybe he’s one of the good guys. But how on earth did he know to bring you here?” Again, she was silent for a full minute. “Do you think you could find the house where they gave you that injection?”

“No way. I was asleep, both in our car on the way there, and Paper Man’s car coming here. It’s a house in the hills somewhere.”

“Yeah. That narrows it down to about a gazillion square miles.” She heaved a big sigh. “Come on, let’s find you something to wear to bed.”

“Can you sleep with me? Please, Beth! Don’t make me be alone tonight!”

“Of course I’ll stay with you. Come on.”

For seemingly the hundredth time, Beth glanced at the clock, idly wondering if it had changed since the last glimpse. Three-fourteen. She had propped two spare pillows behind her head because the view of the dark ceiling had become uninspiring. Beside her, Dinah made a funny little sound and snuggled harder into her body, this time throwing her right leg over Beth’s and grinding herself (including her crotch) into Beth’s right side.

The girl was nude. As Beth was rummaging through a dresser, trying to find a nightshirt she thought would go over those monstrous breasts and still be comfortable enough to sleep in, Dinah had stripped off the short robe and crawled in under the covers. Almost immediately, she was out like a light; and when Beth had tried to rouse her enough to put something on her, she had protested almost pathetically, and even started crying. Beth relented. It had only been nine-o’clock, but she thought her unexpected guest needed her presence; so, she had gone around the house, turning off lights and locking the doors, especially considering the fact that there were seemingly malevolent presences afoot in the strange night.

She had returned from the chores to find the girl crying because she thought she was alone; but she quieted quickly, and started a series of sleepy nocturnal cuddling exercises that bordered on both the infantile and the obscene. Beth often slept nude, but she sure didn’t that night! She’d been wearing an old sweatshirt and pants set that should have been discarded long ago, but was kept because it was the most comfortable thing she owned; and she’d thrown it on as she was drying herself from the shower when she heard the knock on the door. She was wearing it still because she didn’t think she could disentangle herself from her friend’s embrace without dealing with more tears.

Her mind was pirouetting like a dervish. What in the names of all the saints had happened to this waif of a girl? She snickered at that. The waif with the giant gazoombas. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? The poor girl had needed help; and instead, men had used her, changed her, drugged her, enslaved her. Beth cried when she thought about it too hard. She kept coming back to the same word. Evil. Something evil was at play here. Could Jimmy really be involved? Was it even possible? Had she misread the man to such an enormous degree? He was the one who was there when she needed him … who listened when she wanted someone to hear her … who held her when she cried … who helped and cared and always lent a hand. Of all the men she had known in her entire life, even her father (especially her father), Jimmy was the best.

This poor girl! This poor, sexy, flirtatious, desirable, erotic, sensuous, stimulating ….

A soft, warm hand had just worked its way under the bottom of the sweatshirt, and was now sliding up one side of her belly toward her left breast.

“Dinah?” she asked the dark, still night. “What the hell are you doing, Dinah?”

“It isn’t fair,” her companion pouted.

“What isn’t fair? How long have you been awake?”

“I just woke up. I want to be close to you.” Dinah still sounded like she was pouting.

“We couldn’t possibly be any closer than this.”

“Oh, yes we could!”

“Dinah. You don’t know what you’re doing to me!”

“Oh, but I do! Men look at me, and they need me! I see it in their eyes! They want me and have to have me! And I give myself to them because I need to … I don’t know … satisfy that need. I’m using the same word in a sentence too many times, huh? But it’s true! I need to satisfy their need! I HAVE to! But Beth, it isn’t fair! Because I don’t love them! None of them! Not Ivan … not anybody! Don’t you understand now? I don’t love them, but I have this need to satisfy them. But I see the same look in your eyes. And I DO love YOU! For the first time … for the very first time … someone I love needs me that way! And you won’t let me!”

Beth scooted a little to her left, then rolled to her right, bringing them together face-to-face. Dinah, startled, tried to slide her right hand to Beth’s breast, but found their two chests mashed into each other; so, she skimmed the soft, smooth flesh of her side, and eventually her back, and she hugged greedily; her leg still over her hostess, her pussy rubbing directly into a lissome hip. Their noses were touching.

“Now, listen to me!” Beth said seriously, their lips almost making . “The reason I’m not mmff!”

Dinah was kissing her. Surprised, Beth couldn’t react for five glorious seconds. Finally, she pulled back enough to break the . “Stop that! Listen to me! We can’t mmff!” Beth brought her left hand to her companion’s right shoulder and shoved. “Dinah!”

“Beth! Your lips are so soft! Your hands! Your body! Everything is so soft!”

“Dinah, we need to tal … mmff!”

Rats! She had let her guard down for a second. She would have to push on the shoulder again. Right now. Well, maybe just a second more. No, now! She shoved again, and the kiss broke. They were both panting. At least one of them was shivering in her need, but Beth couldn’t, for the moment, figure out who.

“Dinah, stop! You’re being manipulated! You’re being controlled!”

“That doesn’t make any sense. Controlled by who?” Dinah paused. “Whom?” She shrugged and started kissing the inside of Beth’s wrist and hand, which were the only parts of her body that could be reached. When Beth reacted by snatching back her hand, Dinah seized the opportunity by swiveling her head back and capturing Beth’s lips again.

Beth could only give in for the second and laugh. She started to say: “You little ….” But when she formed her mouth into an “o” to say “You,” Dinah filled it with her tongue. That was sneaky, infuriating, and absolutely hilarious; and Beth laughed all the harder. Eventually, Dinah ed in; and, needing breath, they broke apart, gasping, giggling and chortling.

Beth found her voice first. “Dinah, please, please, please listen to me! I want you! I ache for you! But I won’t let this happen until you listen!”

Dinah kissed her gently. “You …” kiss “… are being …” kiss “… silly.” kiss “I …” kiss “… love …” kiss “… you.” kiss

Beth allowed it. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you! And I think I love you, too! But there’s every reason to believe that you’re being brainwashed or something!”

Dinah seemed slightly shocked. “Brainwashed? Who do you think is doing that?”

“Jimmy, of course.”

“Jimmy?” She shook her head slightly. “But why? For what possible purpose?”

Beth heaved a sigh. “Dinah, you let your husband turn you into some kind of wet dream! Then, you allowed yourself to be seduced by every man around you! And finally, you let yourself be taken to a strange house, doped to the gills; and you were obviously about to be sold into sexual servitude in another country!”

Dinah frowned, her brow furrowed in thought. “Wow.” She let another five seconds go by. “That’s certainly dramatic.” She shrugged, kissed Beth briefly again, and said: “I still really love you. Can I give myself to you now?”

“Can’t you see? I’m taking advantage of you!”

Dinah was in the process of kissing her again, but started laughing instead.

Beth was really starting to get pissed off! Yes, she could see the humor about which was the kissor and which was the kissee, but that wasn’t the point! “You little minx! If you would just mmff!”

Alright, Beth thought. If the hussy wants to be kissed, I’ll damn well kiss her! How do you like THAT, you little … oooo, that’s nice! No! I’ll show you! You want your breasts petted? How about this!? Oh, Christ, they’re soft! Your body is so supple! So smooth! No! I won’t give in! You want to please me so fucking much? I’ll just grab your wrist and put your hand down hereooohshit! That feels so good! Oh, God! Yes! Like that! Holy crap, I’m about to cum already!

She rolled away from the girl who was actively attacking her with acquiescence and compliance, and she stripped out of her trusty sweatsuit before reentering the fray. From that point on, Dinah simply did as she was directed: touching, petting, stroking, sucking, licking, squeezing. Beth decided to be the best teacher she could be. Oh, what an exemplary student! What an outstanding, wonderful, extraordinary sexually submissive plaything Dinah was going to make! Every solitary characteristic that a dominant lesbian could ever dream of, rolled into a single, beautiful package! She could simply move her student’s face between her legs … um … like so, and her lapping tongue, which never seemed to tire or lose its enthusiasm, would … uh … just a little to the left … yes … right there … yes … just like that … Oh, God, don’t stop … don’t stop … don’t ….

She had never cum so hard in her life! Never! It had never, ever been like this! Oh! Too much! She had reached that point in her orgasm where the pleasure was beginning to overwhelm, to feel almost like shock. “Stop!” she ordered, and Dinah immediately did so. “Crawl up here like you were before we started. Do it now!”

“Yes, Mistress,” her companion said distinctly, and she scooted up the bed to lie face to face again.

Beth waited until her breathing had settled a little. “Why did you call me that?”

“That’s what Tina called you when you were up on the stage in Jimmy’s performance. You were whipping some man with a piece of satin ribbon. When she said that to you, I thought it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard!”

“I need to clean you up,” Beth said, smiling. “Your face is covered in my juices.”

“Can we leave it that way for a while? Please? The way it smells … the way it tastes … reminds me that I can please you.”

Beth smiled. “In the past three weeks, tell me about a time when you wished that a man had kept going when he stopped doing something to you.”

Dinah thought only for a moment. “Yesterday morning, a man came to our door when Ivan wasn’t home. I’d met him the previous evening, but I never learned his name. He put handcuffs on me, and then he took me. He was forceful, but gentle. I wished he had used me longer.”

Beth got up, despite the disappointed groan from her companion. “Stay!” she ordered, pointing a warning finger, as if she was talking to a well-trained dog. She turned on a bedside lamp, then busied herself setting a couple small folding tables near the foot of the bed. She found two candles in holders, placed one on each, and lit them with a match. Finally, she left the room and came back with a piece of green satin ribbon that was about three feet long. She turned off the lamp and leaned against the foot of the bed. “Come here to me,” she commanded firmly; and Dinah sprang from the bed and did so.

“I was wrapping a birthday present to my niece yesterday,” Beth explained, evidently clarifying where the ribbon had come from. As she said this, she positioned Dinah’s wrists, crossed behind her back, and she tied them with the ribbon. Then, she turned her companion’s bound form so that she was facing away from the bed. Beth’s legs were spread, and Dinah was pulled back into her, so that she felt breasts smashing softly into her back, her Mistress’ arms wrapped around her from behind. Dinah found that her bound hands were perfectly lined up with Beth’s pussy; and when she began idly playing with it, using her fingertips, she was overjoyed to find that Beth permitted it.

“Spread your legs,” Beth said gently. After the bright lamp was extinguished, it took Dinah’s eyes a long time to adjust; but as they slowly did so, she found that Beth had opened a closet door on the far side of the room, and that there was a full-length mirror now facing them. Slowly, slowly, it came into focus. The candles’ glow lit Dinah from either side, and Beth was hidden in shadows behind her. The only thing visible was Dinah; just Dinah, with lewdly spread legs and a pair of arms coming from around her, so that a pair of hands (that was not her own) had free reign to do anything anything anything to her. And they proceeded to do exactly that.

Beth was an expert, and in no time at all, she had her bedmate on the bitter edge of ecstasy; and she kept her at that precipice for a full thirty minutes, whispering harsh warnings and loving encouragement, until finally, finally she allowed Dinah’s body to be eclipsed, overwhelmed and drowned in orgasm, all while her senses were filled with Beth’s taste and smell and voice and touch.

Much later, Beth snipped the ribbon with a small pair of scissors, and they sat in a steaming bath together, talking. Then, they went back to bed and talked some more. They found that they had dozed for two hours, because it was light outside; and they kissed and touched even more, though they didn’t let themselves progress to climax; they simply wanted to be held by the other and feel her caresses.

Dinah told the story of her breast surgery and the search for clothing that fit. Would she have to go through that shopping trip all over again? And what would she use for money? Beth told the tale of Tina (whose fiancé was now recovering at home while she cared for him). And she spoke of “Beth’s curse.” Had she just jinxed it? Now that she was in love again, was it all destined to end in tragedy?

It was after nine o’clock, and they rose and started breakfast. One of Beth’s nightshirts actually fit Dinah … sort of. There was a can of eight biscuits in the refrigerator, which they baked in the air fryer; and they took out butter and rummaged in the fridge for an assortment of jams and jellies. Beth made coffee, and there was a fresh half gallon of two-percent milk for Dinah. They talked and held hands and wondered if they had time to go back to bed before Jimmy got home.

The doorbell rang. Oh, crap! Beth suddenly realized that she had no plan … and more to the immediate point, no weapon. She had thought no further ahead than talking to Jimmy! She looked beseechingly at her lover, but there was really nothing to say. How could any of Dinah’s adversaries have known to come here? But then, of course, how had the guy that brought her last night known? She opened a kitchen drawer and took out a meat tenderizer mallet.

“Stay here. If you hear me scream, run out the back door and don’t stop running. Ever. Understand?”

Dinah returned her stern look patiently. “No. I love you, and I’m not going to leave you.”

“Aw, shit!” Beth went to the front door and looked through the peephole. There was a short, dark-haired man in a tan uniform that declared “Hobart Electric Service” above the shirt pocket. A van bearing the same name was parked in front of their house.

She opened the door. “Can I help you?”

There was a round glass device in his hand and a tall toolbox at his feet. “Gotta change the meter. Where’s your circuit breaker box?”

“It’s Sunday,” Beth observed.

He smiled broadly and gave a fist-pump. “Double-time-and-a-half, baby!”

“Uh … alright. It’s in the garage. Come through here.”

He carried his meter and tool chest inside, then set the kit down as she turned to relock the door. But as she turned again to face him, he was holding a massive handgun pointing at her chest.

“If you scream, I will shoot you. That would be a bummer. But then, even worse, I’d have to shoot your girlfriend; and that would really, really upset me. Of course, you won’t care about that, because you’ll be dead. But please, have a little consideration for my feelings.”

Holy cow, that gun was big! “Please. Take me. Leave her alone. Please.”

“Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.” He reached out and took the mallet. “Come on. Let’s go. And raise your hands, please.” He motioned with the barrel of the pistol.

She put her hands at shoulder-height and walked back into the kitchen, hoping that Dinah had heard them and taken her advice to run out the back door. But, of course, she had not; and she was standing beside her chair as they came in.

“Oh! It’s Paper Man! Hi!”

“Hi yourself. Good to see you again, Dinah. Wow, you sort of look freshly-fucked. Have you two been having fun?”

Dinah looked down at the floor and blushed a deep pink. But she was smiling shyly.

“Come here, honey,” he ordered. He kept the gun leveled at Beth. As Dinah got to him, he reached into his back pocket and extracted a pair of handcuffs, which he handed to her. “ these? I want you to put one side of these on your lover’s left wrist. Do that now, please.”

“Can’t you let her go and just take me?”

“Sorry, we’ve already played that game. Come on, baby! We don’t have much time before Sir Galahad gets here!”

Dinah took the cuffs and began puzzling through the process with Beth’s wrist. “Oh! I see how they work!” she declared excitedly. Beth gave her a slightly exasperated look, but stood still while the cuff was being applied.

“And now, into the living room!” the man announced triumphantly. Leaving the electric meter on the kitchen table and carrying the tool kit in his spare hand, he followed them into the next room and pointed. “Do you see that water pipe leading to the radiator? The other end of the cuffs goes there. The beautiful Miss Beth will have to sit on the floor. You can get her a pillow or something to make her more comfortable; but do that later. Hook her up, please.”

Beth’s mind was going a mile a minute trying to figure out something, anything that might shift the situation to her advantage, but the way Paper Man’s sharp, confident eyes kept going to her face, it was obvious that he was anticipating her every action. She sat heavily on the floor next to the hot water pipe he had indicated and she allowed Dinah to attach the other end of the handcuffs. The pipe itself, of course, was cold, since they weren’t using the heat that time of the year.

“Make sure the cuff around your wrist is tight, please,” the man told her. “If you … uh … accidently get loose, people are going to die needlessly.”

Beth tried to muster up a look of hate in her eyes and clicked the cuff a little tighter; then, she gave it a couple quick jerks, making the pipe clang loudly, to show that she was, indeed, firmly attached. The man nodded and smiled. “Did I see biscuits in there? I’m starving! Can I get you a cup of coffee, Beth?” When he received only icy silence in response, he turned. “How about you, Dinah?”

“I didn’t get to finish my milk.”

“I’ll get it for you. Oh … and if you give your pretty paramour anything she can use against me while I’m out of the room, I’ll kill her. You love her too much to do something like that, don’t you, doll?” And he turned and walked into the kitchen. He was gone a full five minutes, and when he came back in the room, he found that Dinah had pulled two throw pillows from the couch and put them together on the floor next to the radiator. They were seated together now, side by side, with Dinah leaning heavily into Beth, her arms around her. He walked over to them. “Here’s you milk.”

Dinah sat up. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He moved an easy chair several feet, and sat. “This jelly is delicious. I see it’s homemade. Who made it?”

“Beth’s Aunt Elsie in Montana. She has a plum tree in her back yard,” Dinah answered. She set the empty glass down next to the wall. Beth gave her a frustrated look that made him laugh.

“Do either of you like puzzles?” he asked. He got no response. “I do. Gotta tell you though, this was a tough one. Just to wrap things up, I’d like you to tell me one thing, Dinah. Are you in love with Jimmy Rankstrom?”

“Yes.” There had been no hesitation. Beth regarded her with startled astonishment.

He nodded. “And … are you in love with her?” He waved a messy butterknife at her companion.

“Yes.” Again, no hesitancy.

“How about your husband?”

Immediately: “No.” But then, she hesitated, thinking. “A few weeks ago, I WANTED to be in love with him; but I didn’t know, you see. I’d never been in love before. I didn’t realize what love was. Now, I do.”

He sat back and contemplated this. “I’ve never been in love, either. Always seemed to make a huge mess of things. Still … if love ever happened to me, I’d like to think it would be someone like you.”

“Thank you,” Dinah said softly. That made him chuckle.

They heard a sound at the front door; obviously a key unlocking it. “Wow! That was quick! No traffic on a Sunday morning, of course.” He held a finger to his lips. “Keep quiet, ladies! We’re almost done; and maybe no one has to die.”

Ah. Beth saw it now. The man had moved the chair in such a way that no matter which path Jimmy chose … the foyer or the kitchen … he wouldn’t be seen until Jimmy was already in the room.

“Beth? There’s an electrician’s van parked in front! What’s going on …?”

Too late. He was in the center of the room, looking down at the two women; and from the direction of Beth’s eyes, he knew there was somebody behind him. Jimmy’s eyes seemed to take in the pertinent details: the girls, the fact that one of them was restrained, their expressions … everything. Steeling himself for the worst, he raised both of his hands to shoulder height and turned slowly around to face whoever was behind him. And he staggered back a step in shock.

“Sammy, what the fuck!?” he said loudly, trying desperately to decipher an enigma that had appeared completely out of the blue. Jimmy didn’t know anything at all about handguns; but this thing was some sort of revolver that was pointed not at him, but in the direction of the girls. He could see the blunt, bulbous shape of each bullet in either side of the cylinder. And more to the point, given Sammy’s psychotic nature, the psychologist was certain beyond any doubt that his patient was capable of killing.

He sought blindly for something to say. “Sammy, I swear to God that I never meant to harm you in any way. I’ve only tried my best to help you with what been ailing you. But whatever I’ve done wrong, no matter what this is, it can’t have anything to do with them.” He waved a hand toward the girls without turning to look. “Just let them go, and we’ll talk.”

“Shit. You three all sing the same goddam tune! No, I am not letting the girls go. And yes, we will talk about this. My immediate concern is that you, doc, could fucking snap me in two like a friggin’ twig! And so, real easy like, we gotta take care of that little problem first.” He held up a small key. “Don’t drop this.” He tossed it, and Jimmy snatched it neatly out of midair. “Now,” the man said calmy. “Go over there, sit down beside them, unlock the cuff from the pipe, snake it around said pipe, and put it on your right wrist. Do it now. Play your part, and we’ll all walk away from this.”

Jimmy thought about that for a full three seconds. That’s all it took. No way out … at least for now. He turned and took a step toward the girls, only to jerk to a stunned halt, staring fixedly and unabashedly at Dinah’s chest. “My God, Dinah! Oh, my God! What have you done? No … what did HE do? HE did it! I swear I didn’t ….”

“Doc!” Sammy interrupted. “We’ll talk about that later! Finish the task at hand, doc!”

His expression somewhere between rage and shame, Jimmy sat heavily beside Beth and began working with the little key. Eventually, he had his right wrist chained to Beth’s left; the chain itself behind the water pipe that stretched along the floorboard. Without further coaching, he flipped the key back toward the man in the chair, but his aim was off, and the missile flew wide. Sammy ignored it, always keeping his eyes glued to Jimmy, and the little key hit the wall somewhere behind him and clattered to the floor.

“Show me that the cuffs are tight,” the man said calmly.

Jimmy gave his cuff a couple harsh tugs.

“Ouch!” Beth squawked.

“Sorry,” Jimmy murmured.

Sammy nodded, satisfied, and he set the handgun on a side table, stood and walked to the tall toolkit. From it, he extracted a laptop computer, which he set on a coffee table; then, he worked with it for several seconds. Nodding, he picked it up and set it in front of the three people seated on the floor.

At first, neither Jimmy nor Beth could figure out what they were looking at. The computer’s screen showed a sharp image; but it was, at first, unrecognizable. At last, they both saw: it was a droplet of water, forming on a twig at the top of the screen; then the drop let go and fell into a still pool of water below, with a distinctive “poink,” and rings radiated out in all directions on the smooth surface. And then, another droplet formed and fell; and another.

“Deeper and deeper and deeper still,” Jimmy’s distinctive voice said clearly through the computer’s little internal speakers. “You are so deep now. Please repeat that.”

“I am so deep now,” Dinah said. Both Jimmy and Beth turned to look at her, but their companion had her eyes closed.

“Let us start with our mantra,” Jimmy’s voice continued from the laptop. “Your breasts are something that other people need. You need to let people see and touch them.”

“My breasts are something that other people need,” Dinah said softly, smiling. “I need to let people see and touch them.”

“People need your body. You need to fill that need.”

“People need my body. I need to fill that need.”

“When a man is inside you, you belong to him.”

“When a man is inside me, I belong to him.”

“How could you!?” Beth screamed.

“That’s not me,” her companion said levelly.

“Jimmy, you have a very distinctive voice!”

“That is my voice,” Jimmy answered, “but it’s not me!” He grimaced and put his free hand to his forehead. “Aw, crap! Actuarial tables!”

“Aaaand, he finally figures it out!” Sammy said, tapping a key on the computer to stop the video.

Beth was looking between each of them. “Figure WHAT out?” She glanced imploringly at Dinah, who only sat there, apparently asleep, with a goofy smile on her face; and then back at the man she shared the house with. “Jimmy, what are you two talking about?”

Jimmy lightly struck the side of his head with a fist. “I’m a dumb, stupid idiot! Shit! Why didn’t I see it!?”

“See what?”

Jimmy turned his attention to her. “Melnyk is an AI engineer! Some of the first real applications for Artificial Intelligence were in the insurance industry! Actuarial tables take tens of millions of data entries, manipulate them, and then present the results in an attempt to turn things like deaths and injuries into predictive models. That’s perfect for AI! That’s why AI was created in the first place! But, as we’ve all heard, there are other not-so-nice applications, as well. Like deep fake! And that’s the trap I walked right into like a thoughtless fool! He recorded me! In that room on the ship, he recorded five or six hours of my voice! And he used AI to make my digitized voice say anything he wanted it to say!”

Dinah, eyes still closed, was frowning now. “Oh, no Jimmy. I love you. I’m sure you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“There’s lots more to tell you,” Sammy said patiently. “But not her. What I’ve got to say, she can’t know. Not yet. She’s obviously in some sort of trance from that recording. Can you just … uh … turn her off or something for a few minutes?”

“Turn her off!?” Beth barked.

“Alright … poor choice of words! You know what I mean, don’t you, doc?”

“Why?” Jimmy asked pointedly. “This clearly has something to do with her? Why can’t she hear?”

“Let’s just say it’s because I’m a coward, and leave it at that. I’ll tell you why as soon as I know she isn’t listening.”

Jimmy thought about it, glancing, in turn, at each of them. Finally, he sighed and nodded. Dinah was sitting on the other side of his housemate. “Beth, please put your palm against the side of her face.”

“Are you sure, Jimmy?”

“I’m not sure about anything anymore.”

On the verge of tears, Beth pulled Dinah’s body into a gentle embrace, and then did as he told her. The sleeping girl smiled dreamily and snuggled her face into her lover’s palm.

“Dinah, do you feel Beth’s hand on your face?”

“Ooo. Yes.”

“When Beth takes her hand away, you will fall into a wonderful sleep; and you will dream that you are safe, in bed with the one you love. You will not hear anything until you feel Beth’s hand on your face again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Jimmy. I’ll be in bed with both you and Beth, and I’ll be safe, and I won’t hear anything.”

Beth’s breath caught in her throat, and tears spilled down her cheeks. She took her hand away, and Dinah’s body slumped in her embrace.

“Okay!” Sammy told them, a satisfied look on his face. “I’ll begin with the good news; and I should warn you: this is a bit of a spoiler alert. Dinah’s husband is dead. I killed him. But then, there’s a bunch of even better news! First of all, he wasn’t really her husband. He was already married to the woman he knew as Lada, but whose real name is Rebecca Steinfellow. Or, at least it was before I killed her, too. What poor, pitiful, gullible Ivan didn’t know was that dear Lada/Rebecca had murdered all three of her previous husbands; and that now, it was about to be his turn. Are you with me so far?” He paused, calmly regarding both of the of his audience. They were each blinking up at him in open-mouthed shock.

“Aright, then. On with the bad news. And this is why sleeping beauty is asleep. Both of Dinah’s parents are dead, too. And no, I most certainly did not kill THEM. Trust me, there are a lot of people who better deserve my talents. Like those six people I did away with in that house last night. And yes, doc, I realize that I broke my promise to you. And, I further realized that you are going to vehemently disagree with me when I tell you that I killed them all for you; but frankly, as the quote goes, I don’t give a damn.”

Jimmy was the first to find his voice during the pregnant pause, though all he seemed capable of doing was repeating himself. “Sammy, what the fuck?!”

“Okay,” Sammy said evenly. “Let’s go back to the beginning. Seventeen days ago, after our last session in your office. I had just about decided that you were the first psychological professional that I have ever actually respected; and I further decided that: number one, I wanted to do something for you; and number two, I realized that you wouldn’t see me much longer for the reasons you so clearly elucidated during that visit. I returned to the clinic that night after it closed, I broke in, and I found what I was after … your direct deposit transaction numbers. I found it odd that your boss had cancelled it for that month, but the fact that he is struggling financially is not germane to my story. Anyway, I had the numbers I needed.

“I had accumulated some capital that I gained illegally … once again, the source is not apropos to my tale … and I wanted to give you a little gift before I moved on to greener pastures. But, lo and be-fucking-hold, I found that another deposit had just been made to your . Twenty-thousand dollars! And there was, of course, a transaction number attached to THAT! And oh, what a number it was!” The man got up, walked to them, and handed Jimmy a sheet of paper.

Jimmy stared at it. “I have no idea what I’m looking at.”

“Ah, but YOU, my dear, work in banking,” he said, looking at Beth. “See the four digits I’ve circled?”

Beth scrunched her face in thought. “We never use them. They have something to do with international connections or something.”

Sammy was clearly disappointed. “It’s an NIA code, my dear. National Intelligence. It flags transactions that pertain to money laundering, or ones that might be of interest to other law enforcement agencies. In this case, FBI. And more to the point, egregious capital crimes! Suddenly, doctor, you are worthy of scrutiny from the highest echelons! Or … I should say, you were. I … um … changed the code, along with a note that an error had been corrected. Oh, you’re welcome, by the way.

“But the original entry could be traced … and I just happened to know how to do it. And, oh my fuckin’ God! I couldn’t believe who they flagged it to! Rebecca Steinfellow! I can tell from your expression that you don’t know the name. But she is the rarest of all people! Beth here would probably insist that women can do any job a man can do … but in some cases, that just isn’t so! Point in fact … drumroll, please … serial killers! Men only, baby! The ladies just don’t have it in them! I can see that Beth is skeptical. Do you know anything about the topic, doc?”

Jimmy shrugged and glanced at her. “I think there are a few. There are several cases of women committing multiple murders,” he explained. “But, in almost every case, women kill for dramatically different reasons. Male serial killers commit murders for either sexual gratification or intense psychological compulsion. They kill because they feel that they HAVE to do it. Women kill by choice. They tend to plan their murders, and they virtually always benefit from the act in some way. They kill to gain their freedom, or to stop abusive treatment. Or, more famously, they might kill for money, or position, or influence. They also tend to use dramatically different methods. Instead of guns or knives or strangulation, they use abstract methods, such as arranged accidents, and especially poison.”

“Well,” Sammy continued, “it took me a while, but I finally, finally found another financial link … this one to an insurance company. Routine. Not really worthy of scrutiny. Once upon a time, there was a guy in the FBI who would have seen it … who would have put it all together. Unfortunately for the good guys … but very fortunately for me … he quit in disgust during the last round of budget and personnel cuts. But I saw it! I put it together! The funds weren’t going TO the company … they were going to an employee IN that company!

“And then the pieces just all started falling into place. Melnyk, the guy Rebecca had given money to, had not only been on one of your cruises, but he was connected to a family that had a criminal history in Ukraine, and now in Los Angeles. I located him and put a tracker on his car. By the time I traced him to an insurance company other than his own, it was too late. But the paper trail was easy enough to follow. Dear Rebecca, now known to that same crime family by the name Lada, had orchestrated a near-perfect crime, with the assistance of Ivan, hubby number four. I’m not sure how they found sweet, young, innocent Dinah to begin with, but she was the perfect target.

“Six weeks ago, Ivan talked her into a date, then slipped her a roofie and took her virginity. Several days later, he drugged his target again, and he convinced her to take a home pregnancy test, which he somehow persuaded her was positive. He then convinced her to marry him, and they took your cruise specifically because you were the headliner, and you’d gained a reputation as a renown hypnotist. He needed to make sure you put her in a trance several times; and also, that he got his hands on several hours’ worth of voice recordings that he could turn into AI vocabulary sets. Now, the boob-job was just an added side deal. After she had served her purpose, they intended to sell her, and an impressive set of melons would add to her value. And, after having her screw a measurable percentage of the male population of Los Angeles County, they deemed her ready for her new life abroad.

“And oh, by the way, I also found out from Ivan, while he was being so talkative last night, that during one of her hypnotic naps about two weeks ago, he called in the ‘family doctor,’ who gave her a birth control shot, which is apparently good for three months. I thought you might want to know, just for … um … planning purposes.

“Anyway, back to the beginning of our story. While Ivan was marrying this sweet young thing, dear Rebecca had located Dinah’s parents, who were living in the desert, north of Palm Springs, out near Josuah Tree. I don’t know how she did it. The official cause of death was asphyxiation due to the misuse of a camping heater in their bedroom. It was deemed accidental; but I can guar-an-fucking-tee you she murdered them. Ivan had already used his insurance ties to arrange everything for a half-million-dollar policy that paid double for accidental death, and the sole beneficiary was their only daughter. Completely routine. The policy was not with his own agency, obviously. I got my hands on a copy, and I’ve got to it, it sure LOOKS legit; even though I’m absolutely certain that her folks never personally signed it. I’m also willing to bet that Dinah doesn’t receiving that settlement last week, nor does she giving it to her husband.

“Sorry, but that money is probably gone. On my way out of town, I plan to drop by to pay Ivan’s Uncle Vasyl a visit. I doubt that the old man knows yet that I wiped out half of his organization last night; and I’d sort of like to give him the news personally. If I can find Dinah’s lost settlement funds, I’ll try to recover whatever cash I can. But don’t count on it. It’s probably offshore by now.”

Sammy stood, closed the laptop, and put it back into the tall case. “Ivan’s computer and hard drives are in here. This sheet of paper lists all of his s and s. He was more than happy to give them all to me … before he ed.” He made the sign of the cross, then he smiled. “I could crack a joke about him spilling his gut before I did the same thing, but I have better taste than that. Any questions?”

“What did you do with him? Where’s Ivan now?” Jimmy asked through clenched teeth.

“In the desert. There. I told you exactly where all six of them are. See if you … or anybody else … can find them.”

“Who the hell ARE you?” Jimmy asked.

“Ah. You figured that out, at least. No, my name is not Sammy, and I doubt seriously if you will ever figure out my real one. I did enjoy talking to you, though.”

“You need help, whoever you are! You should let someone aid you in finding out what’s wrong with you.”

“I know perfectly well what’s wrong with me. To borrow a title from Jim Thompson, I’ve got a ‘Killer Inside Me.’ Gotta let him out to play from time to time. I think this episode, though, will do me for a goodly long while.” He thought a moment. “Depending on whether or not I manage to find Uncle Vasyl.”

“What ?” Beth asked.

He picked up the pistol and started walking toward the front door. “The key is over there somewhere. Wake up your lover and have her look for it.” He waved back over his shoulder. “So long, doc. It’s been real.”

“Where is he? Darn it, he said he’d be here when we needed him!” Dinah groused.

“Take it easy, lover!” Beth told her gently. “It’s rush hour. You can try to blame someone trapped in traffic all you want, and it won’t do one bit of good!”

“But the test says that your cycle will ….”

“Dinah, stop!” Beth said laughing. “You get excited about the craziest things! If it doesn’t work, we’ll just wait until next month. Our babies don’t have to be exactly six months apart! And anyway, in your delicate position, you’ll give yourself the vapors or whatever.”

“My delicate position!” she laughed. “Ooo!” she put her palms on her midriff. “She moved!”

“Let me feel! Let me feel!”

All four hands rested on her tummy, waiting. “No fair,” Beth groused. “I didn’t get to … Oh! She kicked! I felt her!”

They heard a key in the front door lock. “It’s about time!” Dinah exclaimed. They waited impatiently for him. “You’d better not have your fingers in the icing of that cake!” she hollered.

Jimmy came in licking a fingertip. “What’s the cake for?”

“You really don’t know?” Beth asked.

He looked between the two women blankly. “Uh ….”

“It’s been one year!” Beth announced. “Dinah came to live with us one year ago today!”

“Ah. That is most certainly worthy of celebrating.” He walked up to Dinah and kissed her for a long ten seconds. “Honey, I’m home.”

“You taste like frosting. And I love you, my husband and master.”

“I love you, too.” He looked between the two women. “Okay, how are we going to do this, and why does it have to be right now?”

Dinah held up a package. “It has to be now because this test says that Beth is going to ovulate within the next twelve hours!”

“And we aren’t waiting twelve hours because …?”

“Are all fully board-certified, licensed psychologists so poor at math?” Dinah moaned. “The test is not one hundred percent accurate, so we don’t know the exact time. When it does happen, the egg will only survive between twelve and twenty-four hours. But your sperm will live in her body from three to five days!”

“I am not going to have all those horny little male worm-things wriggling around inside of my chaste, pristine, temple of a body for the next five days!” Beth announced haughtily.

“Beth! We have to hurry! Take off your clothes and get into bed!”

Beth smirked, stripped the sweatshirt over her head and tossed it toward the hamper. “Tell me again why I have to be naked.”

“It’s only natural that you be that way when you get pregnant!” Dinah insisted as she picked up a package from the drug store and opened the box.

Beth cast a warning glare at Jimmy. “Don’t look!”

“Oh, I’ve seen you that way before.”

“When!?” But she paused, considering, and nodded. “Oh, yeah. On the cruise ship.” She decided to glare at him again. “Pervert!”

“Speaking on behalf of the entire population of pure heterosexuals in this family,” he said, “I’d just like to say that ….”

“Pure perverts, you mean!” Beth finished stripping and lay on her back in the big bed.

“What IS that thing?” Jimmy asked as Dinah started pulling things from the package.

“An insemination kit.”

“They have fucking kits?”

“Yes. And please don’t curse. You need to start practicing civility before the baby gets here.” She paused and smiled. “Before the babies get here.” She came to him and kissed him again. “I want you naked, please.”

He laughed, then sat and took off his shoes and socks. Standing again and unbuttoning his shirt, he glanced at a naked Beth on the bed. “Don’t look!”

Beth laughed at that. “Speaking on behalf of the entire population of pure lesbians in this family, I’d just like to say … that I’m a little curious.”

Jimmy finished. Dinah was pointing toward the bedroom chair, so he sat. “And why are YOU taking off your clothes?”

“I am about to impregnate my lover,” she said happily. “How else would I be?”

She fell to her knees, spread his legs apart, and took his semi-erect penis in her mouth, sucking gently while cupping his balls with her right hand. When she heard his deep, rumbling groan, accompanied by the feeling of his palm on the back of her head, she increased her suction and began stroking him with her other hand.

“Ew! Gross!” Beth said. But when Jimmy glanced in her direction, he saw that she was sitting up, leaning against a couple pillows propped against the headboard. She was clutching a breast in one hand, and was stroking herself between her legs with the other.

The sight took his breath away. “Holy shit!” he muttered; and Dinah increased both the depth of her bobbing mouth on his cock and the speed of her stoking hand. The scene went on. He heard Dinah make some indistinguishable noise around his girth, followed immediately by a distinct moan from Beth on the bed.

“Now, Dinah! Now!” he groaned through gritted teeth.

And she rocked back away from him, snatched something next to her, and bent his dick downward, increasing the speed of her stroking hand to an almost frantic level.

“Yes, Jimmy! Yes! Oh, yes!”

He bent nearly double over her kneeling form, and he held her head gently in his hands as his body spasmed and shook, clenched and strained.

“Oh my gosh! Look at it all!” she screamed. And he felt her hand gently squeezing his balls. He jerked violently as another seizure-like contraction gripped him. “OH! Oh, I almost dropped it!” She started laughing. “We would have had to start all over again!” And that made him laugh, as well, though weakly.

Dinah sprang to her feet and rushed to the dresser, where she started working, apparently with the various parts of the insemination kit.

“Beth! We have five milliliters! We hit the jackpot!”

Jimmy was leaning back in the chair, recovering, his eyes closed. “The mother lode,” he commented; and both girls started giggling.

A minute later, he roused himself enough that he could sit up to watch the action on the bed. Beth was now flat on the back, a pillow beneath her head, while another had been placed below her upper hips, elevating her rear end, her legs spread wide. Dinah, her face only about six inches above her partner’s nether region, was working with both hands.

“Oh! Hey! Uh … That’s too deep, Dinah!” Beth groaned softly. “Ooo. Too deep!”

“Five inches,” Dinah said softly. “I’m just going to give you gentle pressure for a while. Relax. Just try to relax, okay?” Another twenty seconds went by. “Six inches.”

“Oooh! I think you’re pressing against the inside of my stomach!”

“Okay. I bet we’re in your cervix, for sure. I’m going to do it now, Beth.”

“Kiss me first!”

Dinah left the thing sticking out of her and went to her, face-to-face. The kiss lingered. “Thank you, Mistress,” she said softly. “I’ll do whatever you say, for ever and ever.”

“You’ll do that anyway. I love you, my slave. Now, go do what you need to do.”

“Thank you, Mistress!”

Dinah was back to her task. “Here it goes!” There was a long pause. “About halfway, now.”

“I … I think I feel it!”

“Ooo, gosh! You’re overflowing! It’s leaking back out!” Dinah squealed.

“Gross!” Beth muttered. She felt a handful of tissues being pushed against her, and she brought her legs together.

Dinah stood, holding a long, oversized syringe, and she went to the dresser and picked up two other things. “I’m going to go in the bathroom and rinse all this off, in case we have to use it again next month.” And she was gone.

Jimmy rose, walked to the other side of the bed, and stretched out beside Beth on his back. His hands were down by his sides, just as hers were.

“We are naked in bed together,” she said softly. “That was not part of the plan.”

“Don’t be … gross,” he whispered. His eyes were closed.

She shut hers, as well. “Jimmy, do you realize how rare we are?”

“Don’t care.”

“Do you know what percentage of households in the U.S. are polyamory?” she asked.

“Um … you mean with more than one sexual relationship?” He considered. “I have no idea.”

“One half of one percent.” She let that sink in. “Sometimes there are two couples that all share each other. But usually, there are two or more submissive partners that share a dominant one.”

“Uh … okay.”

“But we are two doms that are held together by a sub. That’s almost unheard of.”

He took a moment to think. “She’s a pretty special sub.” But then, several seconds later, he said: “Do you really believe she’s the only thing holding us together?”

Her hand suddenly sought his. “Do you love me, Jimmy?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Well, of course I do. But I respect you even more.” A noise startled them both, and they looked at the foot of the bed at a nude Dinah. She was crying. “How long have you been standing there?” he asked.

“Long enough,” she sniffed. “Move! Both of you!” And she began crawling up the bed between them. She turned toward Beth and snuggled into her; but simultaneously, she wriggled her butt back into Jimmy.

A minute went by. “I’m starving!” he said.

Beth sighed contentedly. “We were going to order in.”

Jimmy stroked Dinah’s back. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Anything but cheeseburgers.”