BH-6099  Eros, 2000 A.D.
[aka 'The Amoral Experiments']
(H.R. Kaye)


CHAPTER ONE 

She opened her eyes. 

The room was filled with a hazy gray mist. The mist obscured the sterile 
white objects in the room, and the young man in white who stood over her 
reclining form seemed to be emerging from the mists of a dream. She tried to 
focus her attention on his face, for there, she reasoned, might be a clue to 
her own poignantly lost identity. If she recognized this man, that 
recognition might release the rest of her memory, and recall for her the 
images of her forgotten past. 

"How do you feel, miss?" he asked. His tone was warm, almost personal, and 
yet there was something very professional about him. His brown eyes were 
serious and unblinking. She thought he looked like an owl staring down from 
his tree branch. This made her laugh. She had never seen him before. 

"The drug hasn't worn off completely," another voice. The voice of a 
middle-aged woman performing a very routine task. 

"She's still under," the man spoke softly, "but not so deep that she can't 
see and hear us. She is conscious enough for what we must do." 

They lifted her from her resting place and carried her from that room into 
another, equally sterile and white, which was also filled with the cool 
metal and porcelain objects. She glimpsed at a tray of metallic instruments 
in a shallow dish as they lowered her onto a narrow cot. The mattress was 
covered with clean fresh linen. They left her on the top cover and stepped 
back to observe her limp form. 

"Yes, you're right," the woman said. "She is conscious." 

The man leaned over and spoke into the girl's ear. "Can you speak?" 

It was useless, but she made an attempt, as much to convince them of the 
futility as for any other reason. She saw and heard them as if they were 
paper cutouts moving now against a smoky gray panel, now a snow-white 
vastness. She managed to utter a tiny, feeble croak. 

"Good!" the woman barked. 

"Yes, very good, indeed," the man, whom she had decided was a doctor, 
chuckled as he turned to a container of instruments. She couldn't see 
exactly which choice he made, but the instrument he withdrew was not a pair 
of scissors or a swab. He handed the shiny object to the lady, who had drawn 
a bedpan of hot water. 

"Shave her," the doctor said. 

She tried to lift herself on one elbow, to protest, but she could not move. 
She could not speak. She closed her eyes and began to weep as the lady 
touched her thighs and gently parted her legs. No tears wet her cheeks. She 
felt as if she had been lost in a frightening dream where no outcry no 
struggle and no escape is permitted. When the icy razor touched her, she 
became rigid. It was difficult to breathe. The nurse pulled the gleaming 
blade gently and evenly through the thick coils of hair, until finally the 
job was finished. Then she moved alongside the girl and began to shave her 
armpits. The clumps of dark pungent hair under the arms took only a few 
seconds to shave. Then, without a word, the nurse went to a basin and began 
washing the razor. 

"Can you speak?" the doctor called to her, his voice droning like the voice 
of a man standing in a deep cavern. He moved toward her through curlicues of 
mist, emerging at the side of the cot naked and pale as a ghost. She could 
not move. 

"All right, nurse! If you will be so kind as to hold the subject's arms, I 
will proceed." 

The nurse moved briskly to the head of the cot and held the girl's arms 
down. Her large bust dangled above the girl's face like a heavy cloud 
formation. 

The doctor mounted her. 

She felt his coarse skin against her and his warm breath quickening against 
her neck. He did something with his hand, and she was consumed by a sudden, 
searing pain. She clenched her fists and cried out, but it was no use. Now 
they weren't interested in whether or not she could speak. The nurse said 
something unintelligible. She felt wet. She wanted to sleep, to get away 
from them, to drift away into a world of peace and quiet where she could 
collect her thoughts and try to remember all the forgotten facts about 
herself. She felt that she would be able to remember her name if only she 
had time. It was on the tip of her tongue. If the pain would vanish for a 
moment, she could close her eyes and disappear. Into the softness. Into her 
dream. As darkness fell over her, she realized that she had already learned 
something about herself. She learned, in the doctor's cool hands, that she 
had been a virgin. 

She awoke in a small but well-furnished room, lying on a soft bed, softer 
than any other bed she had ever slept on. The mist was gone. She lay on her 
back, feeling her damp skin against the cool, starched sheets, staring at 
the ceiling and trying to ignore the dull throb between her legs. Where 
another person would have drifted into the recall particular to waking, she 
only lay quite still and observed the interior of the room. The floor was 
covered with a rich oriental carpet. The walls were papered with literally 
hundreds of photographs of various sizes, and each photo was a shot of 
couples engaged in sexual satisfaction. The door was of some dark, polished 
wood, and very heavy. It was closed. She thought she was going to be sick. 

The door opened and the nurse came in. She was a short, thick woman with 
sandy short hair and a tremendous bust that moved before her like an advance 
guard. A few strands of loose hair had fallen from under her small cap, and 
as she entered, she swiped at this nuisance, speaking as if to an old and 
inferior associate. 

"Awake are you? I'm glad to see it. You know, you were much more difficult 
than the doctor had imagined. You gave us a bad time. I understand that you 
don't know who you are, but that doesn't give you an excuse to be uncivil. 
We ask no more of you than you truly want to give, and all we expect is 
respect and obedience. Now roll over and show me your bottom!" 

This torrent so overcame the girl that she immediately obeyed, turning over 
onto her stomach and watching from the corner of her eye as the nurse drew 
the covers back. 

"There's nothing wrong with you, you little hussy! You're like all the rest 
of them! Spend half your life worrying about the value of a little piece of 
skin, and the other half worrying about the value of a little hole. But 
you're made nicely - I have to say that for you. Be still now. This won't 
hurt a bit." 

With great expertise, the nurse inserted a vaseline-coated thermometer into 
the girl's anus. It was cold, and she trembled a little as the instrument 
penetrated. 

"So damned delicate. You're all so damned delicate. There will come a time, 
my dear, when you will realize how much of your delicacy is physical and how 
much of it is purely imaginary. You'll be a different person then, let me 
tell you. You'll take more than a thermometer in that sweet little hole of 
yours, and take it without so much as batting an eyelid. But no one can tell 
you that now, can they? No, I suppose not. That's the sort of thing you've 
got to learn for yourself!" 

The nurse withdrew the thermometer and took a reading, her lips pursed and 
her eyes lidded as if she were trying to thread a needle. Then she grunted 
and put the instrument away. 

"What do those pictures mean?" the girl asked. 

"Oh those!" the nurse didn't bother to look at them. "They don't mean 
anything. You can see, can't you? That's all they are, just pictures of 
people together." 

"But why?" 

"You're just full of the wrong questions, my dear," the nurse snorted. "For 
a young lady who can't remember her name or who she is, you are 
extraordinarily preoccupied with irrelevant matters. What's wrong with you, 
anyway?" 

The girl's eyes brightened, and she turned onto her back, leaning up to look 
at the nurse. 

"Do you know who I am? Please tell me, if you do. Have I been in an 
accident?" 

The nurse wrote something on a chart and turned to leave the room. She 
stopped at the door and said over her shoulder in a contemptuous tone, 
"There isn't anything accidental about this, my dear." 

Then she was alone. 

The pain subsided and she could relax a little. She pulled the covers up to 
conceal her ripe breasts. If she could remember a name, a phone number, an 
address... but there was nothing! Nothing beside the mist, white and 
billowy, like clouds, but there! A man and a woman! Pale bodies, hair, eyes, 
vague outlines and daubs of improbable color, like a child's painting of a 
couple walking in the clouds. 

Her mother and father? 

She and her husband? Her son? 

Her son and her daughter? But no, that was impossible. She was too young. 
She didn't know how old she was but she knew it would be along time before 
she became middle-aged. The nurse was old enough to be her mother. If she 
had one. 

Suddenly she sat up and threw back the cover. Her legs were quite long and 
slim, and her ankles were thin and the calves nicely rounded, athletic. Her 
thighs, covered with peach-colored downy little hairs, were firm and 
blemishless. 

Her sex looked strange because it was the first time she had seen it without 
its crown of oak-grained hair. The flesh was white as the inside of a 
turnip. She cautiously parted her labia until the clitoris was visible. It 
seemed unusually large, but then she couldn't remember seeing it before, or 
anyone's for that matter, and it was pink as salmon. The pain was gone 
entirely. She placed the soft tip of her forefinger on the pink button and 
began to caress it. Delicious sensations tingled into her thighs, and her 
stomach suddenly felt hollow, deep and empty, and she craved for it to be 
filled. Perhaps feeding time was near. She thought of food and realized that 
food was not what she desired. It had something to do with her clitoris... 
and the doctor! 

But she hated him! 

Her mind filled with contradictions, she was forced to lie down once more 
and close her eyes. The radiating warm glow between her legs made her 
drowsy. 

If she hated the doctor, why did this wonderful arousal bring him to mind? 
And why had her clitoris seemed so strange when she could remember quite 
well the beautiful clump of oak-colored hair, which was now gone? Could it 
be that she had never bothered to examine her clitoris? Impossible, or was 
it? 

It occurred to her that a good exercise for regaining her memory would be to 
call up absolutely everything which she could remember with ease, and then 
go on from there. 

The doctor had been naked. She saw first the fleshy expanse of stomach, so 
near her eyes, then his chest and the meager sprinkle of curly black hairs. 
Had she looked at his face then? No, because he moved between her feet, and 
his knee came up onto the cot, then his other knee. Everything had been so 
dreamy. She was floating, with the nurse's breasts in her face and his knees 
pushing her legs apart, so far apart she could feel the tendons on either 
side of her sex pulling taut. Then his face against hers. He was warm. His 
breath had been like warm water pouring over her breasts and neck. The pain 
didn't come right away. First there had been the sensation of a blunt 
instrument pushing against her, then dampness, then his hand down there, and 
with one lunge he sent a shock of pain up her body, and she wanted to get 
away but couldn't. The pain was joined by another feeling. A wonderful, 
almost ecstatic rushing that swept the pain into it and carried her deeper 
and deeper until she broke open and felt her soul pouring out in a bright 
dazzling gush, as if a thousand dams had burst deep inside her being. 

Before the doctor there was whiteness, antiseptic odors, and a sense of 
confusion. Like trying to remember the sensation of coming and going at the 
same time. 

She struggled with her mind until it became obvious that she was getting 
nowhere. Then, on an urge, she leaped from her bed and went to examine the 
photographs on the walls. 

Most of them were in color, although the persons involved were not always 
the same. She was mildly surprised that the frank portrayals did not cause 
her any embarrassment. She had to admit they were exciting, but she felt no 
guilt. Why was she conscious of this? Could she do nothing without the 
questions appearing? She shrugged her shoulders and moved along the wall, 
occasionally touching one of the photos with her forefinger. Then she saw 
someone she thought she knew. It was a picture of a young girl on her knees 
in the middle of a bed. Between her legs lay a middle-aged man with a full 
beard and a thick shock of brown hair. His hands held the outside of her 
legs and his mouth was buried in the grotto of the girl's sex. She had her 
eyes closed and her head thrown back. She looked like she was laughing. 

She examined the photo carefully. Yes, she was certain that she knew this 
brazen girl. And the man, he too seemed familiar. Was he a friend? Was she 
related to this girl who permitted herself to be photographed in those 
circumstances? 

"Well, I'm happy to see that you've awakened, miss. For a few hours I 
worried that I had given you too much anesthetic. But I see now that you're 
fine. Are you hungry?" 

It was the doctor. He had slipped in without calling her attention. She 
turned to him, moving instinctively back until she was up against the wall. 
She was painfully aware of her nudity. "What do you want?" she stammered. 

"Now don't be nervous, miss. I won't hurt you. I'm here to help you, you 
know. You haven't been well. You will make a complete recovery if you 
cooperate." 

"What's wrong with me? Where am I? What is my name?" 

The young doctor laughed and folded his arms, striking a pose of amusement 
and condescension. "Why don't you get back into bed, and then I'll see if I 
can answer some of those questions for you. All right?" 

She scurried across the room and climbed into bed, careful to pull the cover 
up to her chin. The doctor sat on the side of the bed and looked down at 
her. She could not tell whether he was genuinely sympathetic or a very good 
actor. 

"First of all," he began, "there is nothing wrong with you, really. Of 
course you must know how relative that sort of thing is. It isn't a matter 
of right or wrong, really. It's a question of environment and adjustment. So 
nothing is wrong with you, technically. As for where you are... you are in 
The International Institute for Rehabilitation." 

She blinked her eyes and tried to make sense of the doctor's speech. 
"Rehabilitation? Why are you rehabilitating me if there is nothing wrong? 
Why can't I remember anything? Amnesia is an injury, isn't it? That's what 
is wrong with me. I can't remember anything." 

"I know some people who would gladly trade with you," he laughed again. In 
spite of her negative feelings toward the man, she found him rather 
handsome, in a rough sort of way, and there could be no doubt that his 
physical nearness did exciting things for her. 

"Tell me my name, if you know so much!" she snapped. 

"What would you like it to be?" 

"Are you trying to tell me you don't know what my name is?" 

"That is true," he said softly... "I don't know. And you don't know either. 
So why don't you choose a pretty name for yourself, and then I can stop 
calling you miss." 

"There is nothing wrong with me. Yet you keep me here in this place for 
rehabilitation, and I don't know my name or where I'm from. I don't even 
know how I got here. One of us is crazy, and it isn't me. I'm only an 
amnesiac, remember? I can still think, and I can think well enough to know 
that you aren't on the level. I'm walking out of this room, and I'm going to 
find some clothes and then I'm getting the hell out of here. Just try and 
stop me!" 

She got out of bed and went directly to the door. It was locked. She leaned 
against it for a moment, then she turned and faced the doctor, a dark look 
of resignation on her delicate features. 

The doctor had removed his shirt. 

She saw the dark curly hairs. 

Her knees grew weak. 

"We don't make any mistakes," he said matter-of-factly. "And we are never in 
doubt as to what kind of treatment will be administered to the patient. In 
this case, you are the patient and I am the doctor. You are about to receive 
your second treatment. I like to think of it as physical therapy. You may 
think of it any way you like. It doesn't matter, because you'll participate 
in it one way or another." 

He sat up and unbuckled his belt. Then he slipped out of his shoes and 
stepped out of his trousers. Without looking up, he removed his jockey 
shorts. She felt faint. 

"Stay away from me!" she whispered hoarsely. 

"Not a chance, miss. I'm going to cure you, or I'm going to kill you. The 
decision is yours." He advanced toward her a few paces and she shrank back 
against the door. 

"How did I get here?" she cried. "You kidnapped me, didn't you? You and that 
fat old bitch pretending to be your nurse! I know this isn't a hospital. 
Stay away from me!" 

"Do you want to be drugged again?" he asked. He was almost within reach of 
her now. 

"No." 

"You haven't forgotten that the door is locked?" 

"No." 

"Then use your head, miss. It will be far more pleasant if you don't resist. 
That is the first lesson, the first plateau. You must condition yourself 
never to resist. Never! Now get over here and get back onto the bed." 

She felt dizzy. She couldn't speak. Almost like a dumb beast, she watched 
him take her hand and lead her to the bed. He seated her and pushed her 
gently onto her back. Then he knelt down on the floor, positioned her knees 
on either side of his shoulders, and began to kiss the soft insides of her 
legs. She was immobilized. With his fingers he kneaded her tender flesh, 
working up gradually toward her crotch, until soon his fingertips massaged 
the dimples on each side of her sex. He was building a slow flame inside 
her, and, unwilled, the memory of her first encounter with him came into her 
mind, a promise of what might be again. She found herself suddenly yearning 
to feel once more that delirious abandon and sweet pain which had been the 
fruit of their first coupling. Her breath quickened. The doctor's eyes were 
narrow and stormy. He drew himself onto the bed, quickly pulling her legs up 
over his shoulders and leaning over her so her knees pressed against her 
ears. Then he penetrated her, slowly, an inch at a time, until she felt 
completely filled with the heavy bludgeon of his sex. This time there was no 
pain. Only the tingling, then the breathless, bottomless ecstasy that came 
on her without warning, as she felt him shoot his hot, thick streams that 
seemed to scald her insides. 

When he had dressed again he stood by the door preparing to leave. His face 
was once more professional. "The nurse will be in with a tray for you in an 
hour or so. After you've eaten she will escort you to the pool and help you 
bathe. Then it will be time for your walk around the grounds. After you have 
returned to your room and had your medication, I will be in before you go to 
sleep. I trust you will be easy on Mrs. Hatchett. She is really a gentle 
woman." 

She lay in the soft pools of her exhaustion for some time, caught in that 
world of false clarity between sleep and consciousness. Many images came to 
her while she was in this state, but only a few were distinct. She saw again 
the mysterious couple walking in a park. And the doctor and Mrs. Hatchett 
were there, poking and examining her with their cool hands. The clearest 
image was that of the girl in the snapshot. She saw her again and felt that 
she knew her. The girl, in fact, seemed very familiar. She wondered what it 
would feel like to sit up like that with a man under her bottom. And how 
would it feel with his tongue up inside her? It might feel nice, she 
thought. Then she went to sleep. 

Mrs. Hatchett was in a decidedly better mood when she brought the tray 
around. In spite of the girl's reluctance to cooperate, the hot odors were 
overpowering and she began to eat without the slightest hesitation. Mrs. 
Hatchett sat on the side of the bed silently observing, and when the girl 
had finished, she took the tray and left without a word. She returned, 
however, almost immediately. Under one pudgy arm was a heavy bath towel and 
a bar of plain white soap. 

"Time for your wash now, dear." she said pleasantly. 

"I need a bath!" the girl said. She slipped out of bed without bothering to 
cover herself. Mrs. Hatchett handed her the towel, clucking approval after 
she had wrapped it around her hips. 

"Just follow me, and we'll be there in no time." she said. "I think we'll 
wait until you've finished your bath before showing you around the grounds. 
How does that sound?" 

"I don't care either way," the girl said. "I just want to clean myself. I 
would like to talk, too, if you feel kind enough to tell me a few things." 

Almost imperceptibly, a hard film formed over Mrs. Hatchett's round 
features. "I will certainly tell you everything I am permitted to tell," she 
said. "I can't do more than that. It depends on what you want to know." 

They left the room and went into the hallway. It looked exactly the way a 
hospital corridor should, and this surprised the girl somewhat. Had they 
been telling her the truth after all? 

Only one of the many doors leading off the corridor was open. She glanced 
into the room as they passed but she saw only the usual examination table, 
white porcelain containers and metal trays of instruments. The room had an 
antiseptic odor. 

"I must have a name," she said to Mrs. Hatchett as they passed through a 
door into a large enclosed pool area. One other person was already there. A 
young, very attractive brunette girl swimming and splashing happily at the 
far end of the pool. She was unescorted. 

"What a beautiful creature!" the girl exclaimed. 

"Yes, that is Matilda Butterworth. She is in the last stage of her cure. 
Everyone remarks about how well adjusted she has become. If you like, I can 
introduce you." 

"I'd like that," the girl said. "She seems near my own age, and it would be 
nice to know another patient. Someone I could trust." 

Mrs. Hatchett ignored the barbed remark, and lifting her voice she called 
across the pool to the girl. 

"Matilda? Matilda! Will you come here right away please. There is someone I 
would like you to meet." 

Matilda turned and saw the couple standing across the pool. She jumped as 
high as possible in the water and waved, and she began to swim toward them. 

As she drew near, the girl looked up at Mrs. Hatchett and her companion. For 
a moment, something passed across her dark eyes that sent an inexplainable 
shiver through the other's body. 

"Hello!" she said, pulling herself dripping onto the cement at Mrs. 
Hatchett's feet. 

"Matilda, this is a new girl who will be with us for some time. During 
recreation tomorrow I expect you to take her under your wing and fill her in 
on what is expected of her around here." 

Both girls were nude, for Mrs. Hatchett had plucked the bath towel away. The 
girl saw Matilda openly gazing at her nakedness. 

"You have a truly lovely body, miss." Matilda whispered. Then she turned to 
Mrs. Hatchett and asked, "Has her treatment begun?" 

"Only from the doctor, so you can see that you have been chosen as her 
companion, until we decide she is ready for another." 

"Will you please stop talking about me as if I weren't here?" the girl said. 
"And if you don't intend to tell me my name, at least let me make one up, so 
you both can stop calling me miss, I detest it!" 

Matilda laughed aloud at this outburst, but Mrs. Hatchett's expression was 
unchanged. She said, "Choose a name, if you want. That's what Matilda did." 

"Yes, I thought Matilda and Butterworth were two beautiful words, so I made 
a name of them. The sounds remind me of butterflies. Don't you think so?" 
she asked. 

The girl was silent. 

"Well, hurry up and pick a name for yourself," Mrs. Hatchett barked. "I'm 
also tired of you not having one. Anything would be easier than calling you 
miss all the time. What will your new name be?" 

"I like... I like the name, Lavinia," she said. 

"Oh, what a sensual name!" Matilda gasped and clasped her hands like a small 
child. 

"Lavinia what?" Mrs. Hatchett asked. 

"Just Lavinia," she said. "That's enough, since it isn't real anyway." 

Mrs. Hatchett snorted. "Very well, Lavinia, but the doctor may insist on a 
last name, also. I will speak with him about it. Now take this towel and bar 
of soap and go into the shower rooms and clean yourself. You are permitted 
to swim for an hour with Matilda. You mustn't leave this area until the 
doctor or I return for you. Matilda, you are held responsible." 

Matilda nodded curtly to Mrs. Hatchett, then the old nurse turned on her 
heel and stalked away. As soon as she disappeared through the door, Matilda 
grabbed Lavinia's hand and pulled her toward the shower rooms. 

"Come on, Lavinia, I'll show you the showers, and we can talk. I'll even 
help you bathe so we will have more time in the pool." 

The two girls went into the shower rooms and Lavinia picked a shower stall 
and turned the jets of water on. The place was as clean and antiseptic as 
the main building had been. She thrust her body under the spray, and Matilda 
stepped in behind her, pulling the curtain with what Lavinia thought was a 
rather dramatic gesture. 

"Here, give me the soap, and I'll wash your back for you," Matilda said. 
"How long have you been here?" 

Lavinia handed her the soap. "I don't know, really. Two or three days at 
most. I was drugged for a long time, and I can't remember anything. Do you 
know why I'm here?" 

"You are here for the same reason I am here," Matilda said. "Whatever that 
may be. A crime of some sort I suppose. The drug they gave you is a memory 
dissolver. It destroys most of your past. In the beginning I couldn't 
remember a thing, but now I often get flashes of my past. You know, faces, 
places, things I did, or dreamed I did, things like that. It's better not to 
try too hard, because the chemical is permanent, and you will never remember 
even a small part of everything." 

Matilda had rubbed a thick creamy lather up between her hands, and she 
applied this liberally to Lavinia's thin neck, and her back and shoulders. 

"But we must have done something to be here!" Lavinia exclaimed. 

"Why do you say that?" Matilda asked. "Why is it people are so eager to 
assume they're guilty, and the guilt justifies whatever may be done to them 
in the name of justice? You must overcome that guilt, Lavinia, because it's 
one thing you must do before they let you out of here." 

"We're all guilty of something!" Lavinia exclaimed. 

"Nonsense! Here, turn around and let me wash your breasts." 

Matilda's frankness put Lavinia on edge, but she consented. Matilda's hands 
were very soft, and her fingers were very long and tender... almost pliant. 
She cupped Lavinia's breasts and began to massage them. Lavinia flushed 
deeply as she realized her nipples were hardening. 

"Are you embarrassed?" Matilda whispered. Her voice teased. 

"Well, it isn't everyday a girl washes my breasts for me," Lavinia said. 

Suddenly, Matilda uttered a tiny gasp, then threw her long willowy arms 
around Lavinia's shoulders and their breasts came together in a crush of 
damp flesh. Lavinia was startled. She did not move. Matilda pressed her lips 
into the tiny dimple in Lavinia's neck, filling it with kisses as a chalice 
is filled with strong wine. 

"Oh, Lavinia! You are so lovely!" Matilda said. "And we grow old so soon. We 
have to enjoy ourselves as much as possible, before it's too late. Let me 
kiss your lips!" 

Lavinia instinctively pulled away from the amorous Matilda, but her back met 
the cold wet wall of the shower. Matilda pressed all of her body against 
that of the frightened girl. She kissed her on the mouth. 

"Please, please -" Lavinia babbled. 

Matilda answered her with a grinding movement of her pelvis. Then she began 
to slide down Lavinia's body, touching her, kissing her breasts, her 
stomach, her abdomen. Lavinia struggled but they were both slippery with 
soap, and she was trapped against the wall. She could not stop Matilda from 
kissing her in a most private, sensitive spot. Matilda's tongue sent shivers 
through Lavinia's body, and the besieged girl finally relented, giving in to 
the delicious sensations Matilda generated between her legs. Matilda was 
almost furious in her passion. She cupped Lavinia's buttocks and pulled her 
as close as possible, lapping madly now at the soft wet sex. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

On the following day, Lavinia and Matilda were turned into a small courtyard 
which lay within the physical confines of the institute. 

"Did you get into trouble yesterday?" Matilda asked. She was wearing a 
simple white frock which contrasted sharply with her shining black hair and 
dark eyes. Lavinia thought the effect quite stunning, but she refused to 
acknowledge this to Matilda. 

"The doctor was displeased," she said, a small pout on her lips, "because 
his orders were disobeyed. We stayed in the shower too long, and we 
shouldn't have. Mrs. Hatchett didn't mind, or at least she didn't get as 
angry as I had expected. Didn't they say anything to you?" 

"No. Only to tell me to make certain I showed you around this afternoon. 
What did the doctor do when he came in last night?" 

Lavinia had hoped that Matilda would ask this, because she had many 
questions for which she had no answers, and being obviously more 
experienced, Matilda might well be able to help her. 

"He did a remarkable thing," Lavinia said, "and I wanted to ask you about 
it, but I didn't know if I could or not." 

"Don't be silly girl!" Matilda laughed. "You should know, after what 
happened, that you can ask me anything. I would never lie to you, Lavinia." 

Lavinia sat down on a small wooden bench - one of many dotting the path 
which wound among the carefully landscaped grounds. Matilda sat beside her 
and held her hand. 

"You can tell me anything, Lavinia. I swear it!" 

At first the words came haltingly, but soon, inspired by Matilda's apparent 
receptiveness, the story bubbled out of Lavinia as if it had been a secret 
kept too long. 

"Well, after telling me not to disobey orders again, he sat down on the bed 
and put his hand on my knee. I had the cover pulled up to my neck, but I 
felt the pressure of his hand anyway, and it must have made me blush, 
because he asked me if I was embarrassed, and I said no. So he moved his 
hand up along my leg until it rested on my... my sex, and he left it there 
while he talked. 

"He said I was a lovely girl, and that he thought of me as one of his 
favorite patients. I told him, in answer to his question, that I had decided 
on Lavinia as my new name, and that I didn't want a last name. He said it 
would be all right for now, but that later, when I was cured and ready for 
release, I would have to choose a last name. I suppose he's right. If I get 
a job on the outside, I must have a last name for the payroll, and all that 
sort of thing. So you will have to help me choose one for myself. 

"He asked me if I like you, and then he asked me what we had done together, 
and I told him we had only showered together." 

"You should have told him all of it!" Matilda interrupted, "He would have 
enjoyed hearing it, I'm sure. And it wouldn't have prejudiced him against 
either of us. I can assure you of that." 

"Very well, I'll tell him the next time he asks, if he does. After I told 
him about us, he slowly pulled the cover down to my ankles, and he looked at 
my body for a long time, without saying a word. He was breathing kind of 
funny. You know, like he was tired, or like a man who is excited about 
something very important. Then he took my breasts in his hands and massaged 
them for a time." 

"How long?" Matilda asked. 

"Oh, a few minutes." 

"Until your nipples were hard?" 

"Yes, and for a long time afterwards. I didn't say anything to him, because 
I had expected something like that. He's done it to me twice before, so I 
wasn't surprised. Then he asked me how I felt. I said, I feel warm and 
tingly all over, and that answer seemed to please him, because he smiled and 
said he liked me very much, and that I should be well in no time at all. 
Then he took his fingers and softly parted the lips of my sex. He had been a 
little rough with me the two times before, but last night he was very 
gentle. He bent over and for a second I thought he only wanted to look up 
into me, but he didn't stop bending over until his lips and tongue were 
touching me." 

"The way I touched you in the shower?" Matilda asked. Her voice was a husky 
whisper. 

"Yes, exactly like that!" Lavinia answered. "And he pulled himself onto the 
bed and did it for a long time. He only stopped once, and that was to tell 
me to hold my legs further apart, and to lift them up into the air. He did 
it until I came, then he kissed my breasts and asked me if I liked what he 
had done." 

"And what did you tell him?" Matilda leaned forward eagerly to hear 
Lavinia's answer. 

"It was a silly question," Lavinia said, "because my reactions made my 
feelings quite obvious. I couldn't have lied to him. I think he just wanted 
me to say it out loud." 

"Did you like it more with him than with me?" 

"I don't know, Matilda. It was nice with both of you. I just can't say which 
was better." 

Matilda brushed her lips against Lavinia's. Her hand touched Lavinia's 
thigh. "Then I must do it for you again, because I want to know which of us 
is better - me or the doctor. You will let me do it to you again, won't 
you?" 

At that moment someone spoke to them from the path. 

"Hello, girls!" 

"Oh, hello, Mr. Rimmer!" Matilda said half-heartedly. 

The man was in his early forties, judging from appearance, and Lavinia 
thought him rather distinguished. He had fair features, blue eyes, and gray 
temples. He wore a neat but old-fashioned suit and carried a knobby cane 
over his shoulder. His eyes twinkled as he came forward and, perhaps rudely, 
squeezed himself between the two girls. 

"And what is your name, young lady, if I may ask?" 

"Lavinia." 

"And tell me, what has this naughty Matilda been telling you about our 
wonderful home here? Has she frightened you into bad dreams yet?" 

"Why no, she hasn't." Lavinia said. She could see that Matilda was slightly 
bored by the gentleman's presence, but she didn't want to begin her stay in 
the institution by alienating other patients. 

"I'm surprised!" Mr. Rimmer exclaimed. "She was once the spokesman for all 
discontented patients - and quite a thorn in the good doctor's side - I 
might add. But I suppose you really have changed, haven't you, Matilda?" 

"All because of the cure, Mr. Rimmer, you know that," Matilda attempted a 
polite chuckle. "I am told that I won't have to be here much longer, because 
I'm almost well. Have you received a report on your own case yet?" 

"Not recently," Mr. Rimmer lowered his voice and spoke in tones of 
philosophical deliberation. "But in my case - my personal case I mean - it 
really doesn't upset me too much that I've been here for five years. Unusual 
as it is. You know very well how much I love this place. I don't care if I'm 
ever cured! If all they've told us about the outside world is true, well, 
that doesn't sound like such a pleasant place now, does it? I ask you!" 

"To some it does," Matilda said rather wistfully. 

"Oh, I'd love to hear about it!" Lavinia said. 

"You will, believe me!" Matilda said. "Your classes will begin tomorrow, and 
the ones that aren't about physical health are concerned with how to live in 
the outside world. At first, the outside won't sound like a very good place 
to be, as Mr. Rimmer says, but later, as your cure progresses, it will sound 
more and more desirable. When you are completely cured, you won't be able to 
consider going anywhere else. It takes longer to cure some people, that's 
all. And that is why Mr. Rimmer has been here for five years, and still 
doesn't want to leave. It is taking longer to cure him than is usual. But he 
will be cured, eventually. Everyone is." 

"Do you have any idea why you haven't been cured yet, Mr. Rimmer?" 

"Well, I suppose I do," Mr. Rimmer nodded his head like a horse champing 
against the bit. "I seem to suffer from an obsession. A very deep-seated 
obsession which is difficult for the doctor to tear out." 

"Difficult because you don't want it torn out!" Matilda said. It sounded 
like an accusation, but Mr. Rimmer was apparently unaffected, for he went on 
talking as if he hadn't heard Matilda at all. 

"What is your obsession?" Lavinia asked. 

"My, but you are a curious little dear, aren't you?" Mr. Rimmer's face 
brightened and he touched Lavinia's elbow with his palm. "It would be much 
more pleasant if I could demonstrate my obsession," he said. "The best 
experiences, in my opinion, always lose something when translated into 
speech. Yes indeed, you must permit me to show you." 

"Mr. Rimmer -" Matilda tried to interrupt, but so curious and intent was 
Lavinia that she didn't notice the interruption, and Mr. Rimmer chose to 
ignore it, as he had ignored Matilda's previous remark. 

"Certainly you may show me, if you want." Lavinia said. 

Mr. Rimmer took Lavinia's arm and together they rose from the bench. 

"Come with me, my dear, and let us go behind this large shrub for a minute 
or so. It isn't that my obsession is a secret from Matilda, but I prefer to 
demonstrate only to one person at a time. An aberration which I would be 
glad to see destroyed by the cure, even if I do want to retain the primary 
sickness. So you see, I'm not a complete maniac." 

Lavinia was reluctant, but out of politeness she allowed Mr. Rimmer to take 
her arm and lead her behind the shrubbery. As soon as they were concealed 
from the pathway, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto the 
lawn, not roughly, but insistently, and before the expression of surprise 
faded from Lavinia's lovely face, the man had crawled down alongside her, 
pushed her garment up to her hips, forced her slim legs apart, and buried 
his face in the soft warmth of her sex. The sensation was not unpleasant, 
but it had taken place so quickly that Lavinia was quite breathless. She 
didn't want to offend Mr. Rimmer, since, after all, he might even be 
dangerous. But she hoped he would hurry so she could continue her walk with 
Matilda. 

"Take your time, Lavinia!" Matilda's voice penetrated the shrubbery. "I'll 
wait for you, until the old fool's finished." 

Relieved, Lavinia allowed herself to relax as much as possible. Mr. Rimmer 
sensed the tension leaving the girl's body and this caused him to renew his 
efforts. He inserted his palms under Lavinia's firm buttocks and, elevating 
them, neatly thrust his tongue into the sweet brown mole of her anus. 

Lavinia gasped. 

Lavinia was in her room with the doctor. 

"And then what did Mr. Rimmer do?" he was asking. 

"It's like remembering a dream," Lavinia said. "I think I may have been in 
shock these last few days. Is that possible?" 

"I suppose it is," the doctor said. "But why do you feel that way? Have you 
been disoriented in some way? I ask you these questions because I am, you 
know, your doctor, and if you are to be cured, I must understand exactly 
where your mind is, at all times." 

"But if I must be cured, then I am sick. Isn't that right? Why is everyone 
so reluctant to admit that I'm sick? I don't understand!" 

The doctor folded his hands and studied them for a moment. He and Lavinia 
were sitting on the edge of the bed, their knees almost touching. "It's true 
that you must be cured, but as for being sick, that's all rattier relative, 
don't you think? You are being cured here inasmuch as we are preparing you 
for life in the outside world. At the moment you are not prepared. If I let 
you go, you would be mad in a matter of days. The world has changed rapidly 
in the last few years, and for some people the strain proved too much. You 
are one of those people." 

"Are you saying I had a nervous breakdown, and the only way you could bring 
me out was by erasing my memory? Oh yes, I know about the drug! Matilda told 
me all about it. An extravagant method of stabilizing your patients, don't 
you think?" 

The doctor's face became soft, as if the possible truth of Lavinia's 
accusation forced him to speak to her on another - more intimate - level. 

"Look, Lavinia, I said we don't make mistakes here, and I was truthful when 
I said it. I've dealt with a number of men and women like you, and although 
it is an extravagant method, it is absolutely necessary. There is no other 
way. We have had to discover this the hard way. In the beginning we tried 
other ways, but none of them was successful." 

Lavinia experienced a warmth that flushed her face and made her skin tingle. 
The doctor's seeming amiability and kindness were the first signs of 
humanity she had seen in the authority of the institute. She caught herself 
feeling grateful for this, but she refused to acknowledge the feeling. It 
was an artificial response to an artificial situation, and she had no desire 
to compromise her sense of outrage at waking up in the hospital without a 
name, not to mention the sexual attack on her person, and the subsequent 
attempts to augment the shroud of mystery that clouded everything. 

"Do I have a choice, doctor?" 

The doctor looked surprised. "A choice? What kind of choice do you mean?" 

"I mean, can I decide I don't want treatment, and I don't want to attend 
classes. Can I sign myself out of here?" 

"You know better than that," he sighed and stood up, beginning to unbutton 
his shirt. He had never looked more professional. 

"I see," Lavinia said. "What are you going to do now? Proceed with the 
treatment?" 

He had removed his shirt and trousers. He turned and faced her, his crotch 
on a level with her chin. 

"Yes, treatment goes on, everyday, in every way possible, and you must come 
not to resent it, because treatment alone will get you out of this place." 

The doctor turned and went to the door, and without opening it he called 
out, "You can come in now." 

Lavinia was amazed to see the door open and Matilda enter. She was clothed 
in a bedsheet which she removed immediately. She tossed the sheet on the bed 
and bent over and kissed Lavinia's startled mouth. 

"Hello, darling," she whispered. 

"Matilda! What are you?... " 

"Matilda has been assigned to you as your companion. Mrs. Hatchett informed 
you of that, didn't she?" 

"Yes, but -" Lavinia stammered. 

"But what? Is there something about the arrangement that you don't 
understand?" 

Lavinia looked at the beautiful Matilda and wondered exactly what role she 
played in the cure intended for the doctor's new patient. 

"I thought you were my companion because, because you wanted to be." 

"Oh, you poor dear!" Matilda seated herself beside Lavinia and caressed her 
hair. "That is part of your sickness, Lavinia. You must destroy every shred 
of selfishness in your personality. Our bodies are instruments, don't you 
see?" 

"Do you mean you could have done those things with anyone they assigned to 
you?" 

"Absolutely!" the doctor said. "Matilda has been very helpful to us. She has 
worked as companion to two others before you. Both the girls are now living 
and functioning perfectly in the outside world. Someday Matilda too will be 
released. She has a special problem, but we've been making progress. It's 
getting late, so shall we get on with the treatment, Matilda?" 

Lavinia cowered on the bed. It wasn't the fear of what they were going to do 
that terrified her. It was the realization that Matilda was, after all, not 
truly her companion. She, too, worked for them. She felt a great loss. It 
was a desperate feeling. She had lost the thing which was most important. A 
friend she could have shared confidences with. Now, there was no one. 

"One of the lessons you must learn while you are with us, Lavinia," the 
doctor said softly, "is that it is wrong to care more for one person than 
another. Any healthy body offers the ultimate pleasure. There is no logical 
reason for preference." The doctor took Lavinia's trembling arms and forced 
her onto her back. He sat beside her and leaned one arm on her breasts 
while, with his free hand, he pulled her right leg away from the left. 
Matilda hopped onto the bed and, drawing her knees up between Lavinia's 
spread thighs, bent forward and kissed her on the shaven mound of her sex. 

"Try to forget the person down there," the doctor whispered. "It is just 
you, and this pleasure comes from a place inside of you. There is nothing 
wrong or abnormal about it. You must understand this." 

Matilda pressed her lips against Lavinia as if she were kissing a flower, 
taking the soft petals into her mouth and caressing them with her tongue. 
Somewhere in Lavinia's mind, a small fire began to burn. She was unaware of 
when they changed places, but suddenly, Matilda was pressing down on her 
crushing her with the soft, sweet-smelling breasts, holding her arms while 
the doctor licked hungrily at her arched thighs. His tongue was a frenzied 
thing as it drenched her sex, the dimples on each side, her bottom, the 
firmness of her tensed thighs. She was exploding, but the explosion was 
Matilda's not his, and it was wrong that he was the one who clutched her and 
lapped up her delirium. 

There were three teachers in the institute. Two men and one woman. The woman 
was Mrs. Hatchett, surprisingly enough. In her class they were taught how to 
keep their bodies clean, how to douche, and how to master the use of every 
conceivable birth control apparatus. They came to class wearing their simple 
shifts and removed them as soon as the last patient was inside. When the 
bell rang for the next class, they dressed and went down the hall to the 
next room. 

Of the two men, Lavinia thought Mr. Pritchard was the nicest. She liked him 
because he, too, was a patient, and one could feel a kind of sympathy 
generated by the little man's movements and the way he spoke. He blushed 
constantly. He taught them every known method of fornication, including all 
the positions and all the various fantasies that went with these positions. 
He instructed them by using a large screen upon which photographs of the 
separate positions were shown. Homosexuality and various neurotic pastimes 
were not excluded. 

The third teacher she liked less than Pritchard, but more than Mrs. 
Hatchett, who was often foul-mouthed. Mr. Burgess was a tall, 
broad-shouldered man who looked more like an insurance company executive 
than a teacher. He taught them the advanced methods of artificial 
stimulation and how to use their mouths for the satisfaction of their 
partners. Occasionally, he called a girl up from the group of patients to 
demonstrate the particulars. And occasionally he called a man. 

For the first week of classes, Lavinia went trembling to Burgess's room. She 
knew it was only a matter of time until he called her name, to demonstrate 
the particulars, he would say. 

Halfway through the class on sucking he turned, almost casually and said, 
"Come up here for a moment, won't you Miss Lavinia? We shall have a 
demonstration of the finer points on this one. To demonstrate the 
particulars." 

She saw him smile as he noticed the hardening of her nipples. She could 
hardly breathe. But to have concealed her breasts with her hands would have 
been a kind of submission, and with great willpower she fought off the 
nearly overwhelming urge. When she stood before the class at Mr. Burgess's 
side, her whole body was glowing. He unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants 
and stepped out of them. Then, without looking at her, he first slapped her 
playfully on the buttocks, and he cupped her right breast in his hand and 
gently squeezed, worrying the hard little nipple with his thumb and 
forefinger. Tears were in her eyes. 

"This will be a quick demonstration," he said, "for we have a lot of ground 
to cover today. Miss Lavinia, if you will please get onto your knees - there 
is a pad here for that purpose - and follow my instructions." 

Numb, Lavinia knelt down before Mr. Burgess's rather infamous organ, her 
back to the class. 

"No, Lavinia, turn sideways please. The members of the class must be able to 
observe your face and my penis. That is the purpose of this demonstration. 
Don't be shy now." 

Someone snickered. 

Lavinia turned by walking a few tiny steps on her knees. One knee was off 
the pad but she did not dare to move. It was very uncomfortable. 

"Now, Miss Lavinia, as I lecture on sucking, you will physically enact my 
descriptions. Do you understand? I said, do you understand?" 

"Y... Yes!" Lavinia whispered. 

"Very good! Now, in executing the first step of the act, you take, without 
using your hands, the right half of the penis head in your mouth, gently, 
Miss Lavinia, seeing that your lips cover exactly the half, without touching 
it with your teeth, and then, using your tongue as a friction, you begin to 
suck. Slowly, Lavinia, with rhythm! That, ladies and gentlemen, is the 
important key. Rhythm! That's very good, Lavinia. We will go into the next 
step now, which is, to repeat the act, gently, and with rhythm, on the other 
half, that's right, of the penis head. Gently, Miss Lavinia. You're doing 
fine now. Yes, very good on the rhythm, dear. Now before it's too late, the 
next step, please, which is actually sucking the whole appendage, and this 
is done by, as you know, taking as much of the entire organ as possible into 
the mouth, moving the head sensually, up and down. No teeth. Rhythmically, 
down, up, down, up, yes, yes, ahhh, that does it, Miss Lavinia, that was 
fine. Fine. You may return to your desk now. And thank you." 

She wanted to faint. 

Without waiting for the class to terminate, she ran to the closet, put her 
dress on and, not bothering to take her notebook, ran out of the class and 
back to her room. She did not go to the cafeteria for dinner that night. 

There was one snapshot on her wall to which her attention invariably 
wandered. It was the shot depicting a man lying on his back in bed and a 
young girl squatting on his face. Her buttocks looked quite tense, she 
thought. She could see the girl's profile. She thought the girl was sort of 
pretty, but the man's face could not be seen. The only distinguishing 
characteristic of his to appear in the photograph was his erection. It was 
gargantuan! She guess it to be almost eight inches long and very, very thick 
indeed. The woman's arm was at her back, and her hand held the shaft on the 
enormous dark penis, her fingers small and white against it. With her left 
hand she groped her breast. Her eyes were closed, and her head was thrown 
back, her lips parted as if she might be moaning. The whole snapshot aroused 
a strange feeling in Lavinia, as if she had seen it before, prior to that 
first day. 

Other figures in the snapshots also looked familiar, but she could identify 
no one. Some of the positions excited her, and others didn't. For instance, 
the one of the two boys left her cold. She did not have a negative response 
when looking at it, but it did nothing for her emotionally. 

Much to her surprise, no one came that evening to ask about her bad conduct 
in Mr. Burgess's class. Nor did she receive the regular visit from the 
doctor and Matilda. She went to sleep puzzled - and vaguely hostile. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The next morning Mrs. Hatchett was in the room when Lavinia awoke. She 
seemed to be dusting and tidying up, but Lavinia thought for a moment that 
there was an aura of furtiveness about the woman. She decided, however, that 
this was ridiculous, for it was Lavinia who was the patient, or prisoner, 
and Mrs. Hatchett was in a superior enough position to do anything she 
wanted - commit any violation of privacy - without having to hide or feel 
guilty for it. 

"Is the doctor angry with me?" Lavinia asked upon dressing. 

"No," Mrs. Hatchett said. "Why do you ask?" 

"Well I'm very upset and I'm not only upset with the doctor, I'm upset with 
that girl you assigned to me, that Matilda! She helped your fine doctor rape 
me in here the other night. That's the kind of place you're running here. I 
think there is something very strange about this place, and when I get my 
memory back, I'll know what it is, and I will know what it is that you 
people are up to." 

"Do you hate the doctor?" Mrs. Hatchett inquired. 

"I don't hate him. I just think he's a cruel, insensitive man, that's all. 
And as far as Matilda, she is no more than a silly little bitch who will go 
along with the doctor regardless of what abomination he commits." 

"Well, if that's the way you feel," Mrs. Hatchett said amiably, "Perhaps we 
can get you another companion, or if you like, we just won't bother. It's 
really up to you, you know. The doctor says he thinks you are approaching 
the first level of your cure, and if things go all right the next few days, 
you will be given more privileges." 

"Sure," Lavinia mocked. "And what are these new privileges? Will I be told 
who I am? Some privilege, eh?" 

"You're a cheeky one, aren't you?" Mrs. Hatchett laughed. "I'm also 
instructed to tell you that you will not have to attend your regular classes 
anymore. It will be necessary only for you to report to Mr. Burgess's class 
directly each morning, and he will keep you for the day.' Lavinia paled and 
felt a sinking sensation at the bottom of her stomach. 

"But, but, why? I mean, why Burgess? Don't I need all the others, the doctor 
said... 

"The doctor thinks you need Mr. Burgess," Mrs. Hatchett said firmly, "and I 
happen to agree with him. You run along now to your class and don't be late. 
I think Mr. Burgess has something for you again today." 

Lavinia did not miss noticing the note of triumph in Mrs. Hatchett's voice, 
nor did she overlook the fact that Mrs. Hatchett said "again" when referring 
to whatever it was Mr. Burgess had for her. So, they did know, and this was 
the action they were going to take. She hoped against evidence that Burgess 
would not again, on the very next day, subject her to more of what she had 
already had. 

Lavinia walked out the corridor, through an exit and cut across the square 
of green grass that separated her wing of the building, (for she thought of 
it as "her" wing) and entered the building where Mr. Burgess held his 
classes on oral endeavor. 

"Hello, Lavinia, darling." 

Lavinia stopped, but did not speak. It was Matilda coming down the hall who 
had called to her. Her hair sparkled from a fresh shampooing, and she wore a 
neat blouse and white pleated skirt. She was beautiful, and Lavinia could 
not ignore the catching in her breast at the sight of the lovely, beaming 
girl. 

"I'm surprised you can still pretend to be my friend," Lavinia said. "After 
what you helped that quack doctor do to me." 

Matilda paused and her pain was visible in the moistening of her deep, dark 
eyes. Lavinia could see that the girl was seriously disturbed by Lavinia's 
rebuttal. She hadn't meant to hurt her. 

"But don't you see, Lavinia," she murmured, "It's all for your own good. I 
want you to get well. We're all a little sick in this place. All of us! If 
we v| weren't, we wouldn't be here. We would be out in I the world where we 
belong, enjoying ourselves and! living normal lives. Please try to 
understand!" 

At that moment the bell rang and Lavinia turned and walked into Mr. 
Burgess's classroom. She was glad for the opportunity to abandon the 
conversation. As she took her seat, however, this sense of gladness 
dissipated. She was positive she had heard several snickers from the other 
students as she took her place, and Mr. Burgess gave her a j; long, 
inscrutable glance as she came through the door. 

"Well, Lavinia, I'm pleased to see you have returned." 

Another chorus of giggles. 

Lavinia pulled her skirt down and forced a smile. "Thank you," she said. 

"Now, class!" Mr. Burgess rapped the blackboard with his pointer. "If you 
were good students yesterday and took notes, and paid proper attention, you 
will recall that we were involved in discussing and, primarily, in observing 
the various methods of oral stimulation as applied by the female to the 
male. Today, you will see demonstrated the same general type of lovemaking, 
applied by the male to the female. As you can see, for this particular 
demonstration, I have asked the janitors to bring in a mattress. Shall we 
proceed?" 

Pencils poised over notebooks, eyes swiveled unanimously toward Mr. Burgess, 
who was, in his most dignified and scholarly manner, removing his clothes. 
Lavinia felt a vague uneasiness turning into a desperate need to leave the 
room. But she had promised herself that she would not conduct herself in Mr. 
Burgess's class again as she had done previously. She had a startling 
intuition about what was to happen next. 

"Miss Lavinia, since I used you to demonstrate during the last part of this 
lecture, I believe I'll use you again today. After all, it's only fair. Will 
you please come up to the front of the room and disrobe? It will be a 
pleasure for all of us to see again that perfectly sound and marvelous 
physique of yours." 

Lavinia could feel her cheeks pulsing as she rose and went to the head of 
the class. She unbuttoned her blouse as she walked, and as she undressed, 
Mr. Burgess placed her clothes in a neat pile beside his own, on the top of 
his desk. 

"Now Lavinia, if you will please lie down on your back on this mattress, I 
will begin." 

Lavinia stretched out, her eyes directed overhead at the ceiling. 

"Now, class, this is the first position." He lay on his stomach with his 
shoulders between Lavinia's legs. She glanced down over the mounds of her 
pert breasts at him, but quickly averted her eyes when he gave her a 
reassuring wink. 

"The male gently eases the female's legs apart with his hands, and at this 
point - it is optional of course - he may caress her thighs if he desires, 
or if she expresses a taste for it, beginning with the palm placed as high 
up and as close to the vagina as possible, and stroking downward toward the 
knee. This increases circulation and stimulates the female. Now, taking the 
forefinger of each hand, the male parts the soft outer lips of the labia, 
exposing the pink. At this point he will locate by sight the clitoris, which 
should be slightly swollen and agitated with expectation, just as Lavinia's 
is. Then he places his mouth over the vagina and, thrusting his tongue deep 
into the passage, strokes upward until he touches the clitoris. After a few 
passes, he will then concentrate on stimulation of the clitoris. When the 
female begins to respond by panting, or writhing, he will lift her legs, 
holding them apart and up, and consummate the act with vigor and lust. 
Observe!" 

He began to stroke Lavinia's thighs, warming her, and when she felt her 
blood coursing through her legs, he gently parted the lips of her damp 
little pussy and pressed his mouth against her. She gasped and her back 
arched instinctively as she thrust her hips forward, grinding her cunt 
against Mr. Burgess's ardent mouth. His tongue cut deep swathes through her 
nerves. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists as he found the hard nut 
of her clitoris and twiddled it vigorously with his tongue. She could feel 
her whole body going limp. Opening up, her pussy grew wider, deeper, and her 
anus opened like a curious eye. Improvising, Mr. Burgess drove his finger 
into it and caressed the tight, sensitive passage. She could feel breath 
ripped from her throat. A warm electric tingle crept into her thighs, her 
legs, and her buttocks, issuing from the center of Mr. Burgess's attention. 
It was delicious. He gripped her knees and thrust her legs high into the 
air, parting them simultaneously so her wet cunt opened even wider, and 
inside her anus his finger gained another inch of territory. His tongue 
drove her mad. He licked the soft, palpitating vagina walls, the inner and 
outer labia, and he sucked down on her clitoris until she felt it would 
explode. Then it did! She cried out as he thrust her legs up at right angles 
and began to lick furiously, as if lapping the pools of come from the well 
of her cunt. Her orgasm was a bolt of lightning that struck her again and 
again at the base of her spine. She writhed and threw her hips at him, 
squirming deliriously, until finally she collapsed, spent and gasping for 
breath on the mattress. 

When the class had been dismissed, Mr. Burgess told her to get up. 

"Tell me, Lavinia," he said. "Was it good?" 

Lavinia dropped her head. "Yes," she whispered. 

"Why are you embarrassed?" 

"I don't, I don't really know, Mr. Burgess. It's just that, well, somehow, I 
have the feeling that we shouldn't have done this before other people. Do 
you know what I mean?" 

"I know exactly what you mean, my dear," he said, wiping the juices from his 
mouth with a handkerchief. "And I think that may well be why you are here 
with us." 

"Do you mean, I'm sick, because I feel that way?" 

"Well, I'm no specialist, you understand. You would have to speak to your 
doctor about that. But I am inclined to say this is the case. You will note 
a marked difference in your reaction of yesterday, and today, do you not?" 

Lavinia started to dress. Mr. Burgess remained naked, seated in his swivel 
chair. 

"I was frightened and humiliated when I was asked to make oral love with you 
yesterday. I don't know why." 

"And today?" 

"Today, too, but, not nearly so strong, and it disappeared after we'd 
begun." 

"Well, Lavinia, what do you think this means?" 

"I'm afraid I don't know, Mr. Burgess. If I'm sick, does it mean I'm getting 
better?" 

"In a way," Mr. Burgess laughed. "But perhaps not the way you mean it. There 
is no doubt, you see, in anyone's mind, except your own, that you are sick. 
The fact that we can discuss this openly is an indication that you may not 
be sick for long. What I meant was this, you felt ashamed and humiliated 
primarily because you were asked to do something which would give pleasure 
only to another, not yourself. You were enlisted to aid me in achieving my 
orgasm, and that was that. You felt shame and remorse, not because of any 
inherent filthiness in the physical task, but because you were about to do 
that which offered you no positive reward. But today, when the shoe was on 
the other foot - as they say in certain uncultured circles - when it was I 
who did the deed for you without recompense, why then, it seemed much more 
palatable, easier to accept. Do you see?" 

Lavinia was embarrassed. She lowered her face, her cheeks reddening. There 
was no way she could convince herself that the crux of Mr. Burgess's 
argument was not true. She felt selfish - almost stingy and insensitive. Mr. 
Burgess, after all, it seemed, was not so bad. In fact, she suddenly felt a 
nice warm feeling for him. 

"How, how can I say, I'm sorry," she said. "I don't like to think I go 
around insulting people." 

"What do you want to do about it?" Mr. Burgess asked. He was still nude and 
he stood now before her with his arms folded across his chest. 

Lavinia felt very strange. 

"I, I'd like to do... to do something for you!" she stammered. 

"Yes, yes, go on, Lavinia. I know it isn't easy to be healthy, but we can 
try. We must try!" 

"Oh Mr. Burgess, I want to suck you!" she heard herself blurt the words. Mr. 
Burgess smiled. 

The classroom was empty. 

"Please do," he said. "I have a genuine regard for you, Lavinia. I would 
consider it an honor, your voluntary attentions." 

Caught up in her sudden admiration for Mr. Burgess, she fell to her knees on 
the mattress and threw her arms around his waist. His cock grew hard 
immediately, the soft red knob pressing against her chin. She cradled the 
heavy sack of his scrotum in her hands and began to lick the meaty shaft, 
swabbing it with short, wet licks, until it grew even harder and longer. She 
lifted its weight in her free hand and felt her head swoon. It was hot and 
throbbing. She took the end of the shaft into her mouth, so thick it was 
that it stretched her lips, and clutched his buttocks with her hands. He 
moved his prick in and out of her mouth with a slow, rhythmic regularity. 
She closed her eyes. His hands wound into her hair and held her head firmly. 
When he began to quiver, and the first premonitory tremblings seized his 
massive cock, she brazenly thrust her finger into his asshole a second 
before her mouth filled with his warm, thick come. She swallowed three or 
four times, pulled her head away, and coughed. 

Mr. Burgess pushed her down on the mattress and in a flash he had wedged the 
head of his prick between the damp lips of her cunt. She instinctively threw 
her legs around him and squealed with delight as the entire length of his 
huge organ drove into her, forcing the muscled walls of her vagina apart and 
filling her to bursting, until she was conscious of nothing but that 
gargantuan member filling her like a baseball bat inside the elastic skin of 
a prophylactic. Fireballs burst in her crotch. Her head exploded in a smear 
of colored lights, and Mr. Burgess heaved himself into her, fucking with all 
his energy. 

He supported her bottom with his left hand, supported his weight on his head 
on the mattress, and gripping the root of his submerged cock with his right 
hand, he whipped up a fine hot froth in the depths of her convulsing snatch. 
She raked his chest with her teeth, clawed his back, kicked him and moaned 
ecstatically, as he drove her relentlessly from one orgasm to another. Her 
body rocked with the apocalyptic detonations of her nerves. She was still 
shaking and speechless, while he helped her dress and shuttled her back to 
her room. 

Matilda was waiting for her. 

"Hello, Lavinia," she said softly. "I hope you don't mind my being here." 

"No, I don't. In fact, I'm glad you're here," she said. "I'm not angry at 
you anymore, nor am I angry with the doctor. Although I still think his 
methods are a little crude. I think I may have just made a breakthrough in 
Mr. Burgess's class. I feel - well - I feel different." 

"How?" 

"I feel... less ashamed, less self-conscious about my body... about sex." 

"That's definitely a breakthrough," Matilda said. "It may please you to know 
that, as crude as the doctor may seem, he anticipated this." 

"This?" 

"He anticipated your breakthrough. If that is what it was." 

"You mean, he planned it!" 

"No, Lavinia, anticipated. I swear it." 

"Well I'm not going to worry about whether or not I'm being manipulated," 
Lavinia said cheerfully. "I feel too good to worry about anything. If I'm 
sick, I'll get well and leave here. If I'm not, then I'm a prisoner and 
there's nothing I can do about it. It isn't such a bad place to be anyway." 

"You do sound improved," Matilda smiled, flashing her lovely dimples. She 
was wearing a very short skirt and a halter tied in a bow above her navel. 
"In anticipation of this change in your behavior," she went on, "The doctor 
has arranged for me to sleep with you tonight." 

"Oh?" Lavinia looked surprised. 

"You don't have to do anything, if you don't want to," Matilda said. 

"Right now all I want to do is bathe." 

They went to the large auditorium where the pool was situated, and Matilda 
watched as Lavinia swam. Mr. Rimmer waved to them from across the pool. They 
laughed and returned his gesture. When Lavinia finished swimming, they both 
went to the shower rooms and took cold, stinging showers. Afterwards they 
returned to Lavinia's room. 

"Matilda, do you remember anything about the world outside? I mean, does the 
drug erase your memory of that forever?" 

"I've heard other patients say that parts of the past, which have been 
erased by the drug, begin to come back in bits, and sooner or later - after 
the complete recovery perhaps -you will remember everything." 

"Do you know why you're here?" 

"Yes, the same reason you're here, and Mr. Rimmer, and everyone else." 

"Why?" 

"Because the strain of living outside was too much for us. We flipped." 

"And this school of amorals we're attending is supposed to bring us back to 
our senses?" 

"That's about it." 

"But, I feel like I'm in my senses now. I don't feel crazy." 

"I don't either, but I've seen two girls who escaped and came back foaming 
at the mouth and twitching like spastics. They had been outside for two days 
and nights. They thought they were in their right senses when they left, 
too." 

"I don't even know what city we're in," Lavinia said. The two girls were 
lying side by side on the bed, dressed in the towels they had used to dry 
themselves. 

"Oh, I can tell you that!" Matilda said. "We're in the middle of Los 
Angeles. This institute has been here for years, if we can believe Mrs. 
Hatchett. That's what she says, anyway." 

"Los Angeles," Lavinia mused. "It doesn't mean a thing to me. I've heard the 
name, of course, and I know it's a big place, like London or Bombay, but it 
doesn't mean any more to me than those places." 

"The memory eraser does a good job," Matilda said. 

"Did you hear about what happened with me in Mr. Burgess's class on Oral?" 

"Yes, and I know what happened this afternoon. Word gets around fast in the 
institute, you know. I think you may be getting out of here soon, Lavinia, 
it's really a good sign. From what I can gather, we're supposed to one day 
be able to indulge in any sort of sexual act with any person and feel 
absolutely no shame or guilt. No, that isn't quite right, but something like 
that, anyway." 

"It all sounds very strange to me," Lavinia said. "The first time I had any 
kind of sexual experience with anyone in this place, I was appalled. The 
only experiences that seemed different, that seemed to mean something, were 
with Mr. Burgess, today, and those times with you." 

Matilda smiled, showing her dimples. Her eyes were warm. She touched 
Lavinia's soft cheek with her fingertips and caressed her lips. 

"It's very nice to hear that from you," she said. "It's true that I was 
assigned to you, and that I've been assigned to other patients, but I really 
enjoy being with you, Lavinia, and I feel that it really means something 
when we make love. Can I kiss you, now?" 

Lavinia nodded her head affirmatively and turned onto her side to face 
Matilda. Matilda began to stroke Lavinia's hair and their lips met, 
brushingly at first and then firmly. Lavinia instinctively thrust her leg 
between her friend's thighs, pressing gently against her damp pussy. Matilda 
sighed, clamping the leg between her thighs and to rubbing herself against 
it, softly moaning. 

Her hand found one of Lavinia's breasts and massaged the globe Until it was 
warm and tingling. The nipple grew hard. Lavinia reached around the girl's 
slim body and caressed her small, hard buttocks. The flesh trembled a little 
and Matilda rubbed herself even harder on Lavinia's leg. 

"Oh, Matilda!" Lavinia gasped. "Is this wrong? Can this be wrong? Are we 
doing this because we are sick, or because we are getting well?" 

"It doesn't matter now," Matilda said. "We are doing it, and it is 
wonderful." 

Lavinia pushed herself away from the girl, turned so their heads would be at 
opposite ends of the bed, and, parting Matilda's white thighs, she buried 
her own ardent mouth against that dark-haired, dripping, nether mouth, the 
lips fitting together. Not to be left behind, Matilda eased Lavinia's long, 
silky legs apart and began to lick her creamy thighs. Then she lapped at the 
shaven mound of Lavinia's cunt, rubbing her tongue through the crease, until 
the outer labia opened and then the tender pink inner labia were exposed, 
the hard bud of her clitoris floating in a tiny sea of gauzy lubricant. Her 
forefinger found Lavinia's puckered little anus and slipped inside, to 
massage the muscular lining. Lavinia strove to drive her tongue as deeply as 
possible into Matilda's wet, quivering cunt, as if by submerging herself in 
that whirlpool of perspiring, perfumed and ardent flesh, she might find a 
key that would make obvious her purpose in the institute. A key that would 
show her who she was, and what she must learn in order to achieve her 
release. She entered into this incident with Matilda - at least as willingly 
as ever before - but somehow her ardor seemed to be, of its own volition, 
increasing heavily with each touch. Each deliciously damp swab of Matilda's 
tongue strove to touch the recesses of her vagina, fastening onto her 
palpitating clitoris, moaning, until the electric vibrations reached out 
through the channels of Lavinia's body like a thousand-haired nerve. A kind 
of luminous mist seemed to settle over the room, radiant, emanating from 
their naked flesh. Lavinia came first. It exploded in her loins violently - 
a series of detonations that surged through her entire being, until she was 
bodiless and swept sunward on waves of energy. She bucked and moaned and 
gnashed her teeth under Matilda's insistent licks. The hot thrusts of her 
tongue shot into Lavinia's come-spewing hole. Lavinia, throughout the 
orgasm, was careful not to lose contact with Matilda's own damp, furry 
little pussy. The musky thighs clamped her head, and when Lavinia had 
squirted herself dry she rolled over, forcing Matilda onto her back. 
Matilda's face was pale, her eyes enlarged and the whites showing. Her mouth 
hung open in a kind of shock as Lavinia grasped her ankles and thrust them 
up high, to spread her legs and elevate the thighs away from the luscious 
cunt that literally yawned open now. It was pink and glistening, and Lavinia 
lapped and drooled over it like a ravening dog. She licked as deeply into it 
as she could pushing her lips between the cunt lips, sucking, blowing, 
pausing only occasionally sinking her teeth into the firm flesh of Matilda's 
buttocks. Her tongue found Matilda's anus also, sinking there, lapping it, 
then back to the pussy, as Matilda wound her hands violently into Lavinia's 
hair and began to shriek. Twitching, her stomach visibly convulsing, her 
legs held of her own accord now straight out pointed to the ceiling, she 
writhed and flopped on the bed, babbling Lavinia's name over and over, 
coming in long, hot, steaming spurts that shuddered her flesh and left her 
near unconsciousness. As she lay gasping for air and recuperation, Lavinia 
pulled herself over the exhausted Matilda, thigh to thigh, and began to 
nibble and nuzzle her taut breasts, taking first one globe into her mouth, 
then the other, biting gently on the nipples until Matilda moaned and 
twitched uncontrollably. Her own pelvis moved rhythmically in the slow 
motions of luxurious intercourse, until Matilda's long, willowy legs went 
around her waist and she began to hump wildly. Her teeth raking Lavinia's 
delicate neck and breasts now, Lavinia strained against her, fucking, until 
simultaneously they were seized by another orgasm that left them drained, 
spent, and unconscious. 

The next morning, when Lavinia awoke, Matilda was gone, and the doctor sat 
beside her on the bed. 

"Good morning, Lavinia," he said cheerfully. 

"Good morning, doctor." Strangely enough, Lavinia felt almost none of her 
old animosity toward the doctor. He even looked physically different to her. 
His face, which before she had seen as completely professional, touched 
perhaps with a dark light of cruelty, now seemed to her to be gentle and 
almost commonplace. 

"It is nice to see that you're getting better," he said. "I had a wonderful 
report from Mr. Burgess, and he thinks it won't be long now before you can 
have a pass." 

A pass?" she asked curiously. "Yes, I neglected to tell you during your 
initial briefing that some patients are given passes toward the end of their 
treatment, and these passes allow them to go outside, into the city, often 
for as long as forty-eight hours. Of course, it will be a time yet before 
you are given one of these passes, but I think it won't be too long. How do 
you feel?" 

Lavinia, quite unselfconsciously, sat up on the edge of the bed, her legs 
crossed and her hands folded in her lap. 

"I feel good, doctor, but I'm still very confused. I think often about who I 
am, where I came from, and I try to remember what it was like on the 
outside, but I can't remember a thing. It's as if I was born here." 

"In a way, you were, because your memory was temporarily erased, to aid in 
your cure. You can only trouble yourself attempting to recall the past 
because, for you, it doesn't exist, and won't until I've given you the 
antidote for the memory eraser. You shouldn't trouble yourself about it. It 
will come, in time - all of it." 

"What's it like on the outside? Do you go there often?" 

"I live here in the institute, but occasionally my business draws me 
outside. And of course I keep up with the news and scientific advances 
through television and periodicals. I go to lectures when I can." 

"Does Matilda have pass privileges?" 

"No, she doesn't. Matilda is a strange case, she may never be completely 
cured. I do think, however, that she will be able to go back outside soon - 
as soon as she learns to control the part of her mind that has so far 
resisted treatment." 

"I don't understand!" 

"What I try to do here with all the patients is reeducate them until they've 
gained a firm grasp on their real desires, and can stop conducting 
themselves as certain social conventions require. It's a matter of learning 
to separate your genuine desires and emotions from the desires that spring 
from cultural influence. The world is full of people who never, never know 
themselves, because all their thoughts and desires which are contradictory 
to the demands of culture are repressed, pushed back down, in order for the 
person to fit into the patterns that society demands. I attempt to teach my 
patients to be completely spontaneous, primarily as far as sex is concerned. 
It isn't as easy as it sounds. Let me show you." 

The doctor eased himself next to Lavinia and placed his hand on the soft 
inner thigh of her leg. His hand was warm. 

"What do you feel now?" he asked. "Be honest." 

"I feel... I feel partially excited, partially suspicious." 

"And what are you suspicious of?" 

"I don't know if you really want to touch me, because I'm a woman, or 
because it's part of a scientific procedure you're using." 

"What if I said for both reasons?" 

"I don't know." 

"Please lie down, Lavinia. Will you?" he said softly. "You have a choice, 
but I want you to do it." 

Lavinia reclined on the bed. 

The doctor moved his hand and let it rest on her cunt. His fingers caressed 
the mound of her sex, growing back now since the shaving, and he parted her 
lips. 

She closed her eyes. She heard him slide from the bed and onto his knees. 
His hands gripped her ankles and pushed them up until the soles her feet 
rested on his shoulders. His palms pressed against her thighs, holding the 
mouth of her cunt open in a curious smile. His tongue touched her ankle, 
traced a wet line up her calf to her thigh. His lips pressed against her and 
he sucked until blood rose to the surface of her skin. Then, higher up, he 
made another love bruise, and a third in the dimple next to her salivating 
pussy. His mouth settled on her cunt, covering it entirely, his tongue 
pushing the lips wider, first the outer and then the inner lips. Slipping 
deep between the muscles of her vaginal wall, he created a slight suction 
which she could feel pulling up behind her navel. The froth formed on his 
chin. He extended his arms and held her legs straight up now. Her bottom and 
all the soft parts were bared to his taste. He tickled her asshole with his 
tongue, entered and withdrew almost immediately, and entered again, caught 
there for a moment by constriction of her sphincter. He drove it into her 
cunt and lapped her into a froth, chewing her thighs until she moaned and 
gasped. Suddenly he stopped. 

"Do you want me to finish, Lavinia?" 

Her eyes were glassy. "Yes!" she hissed. 

"No." 

She sat up suddenly and grabbed for him, but he pulled back. Then he stood 
up and unzipped his fly, allowing his thick, soft cock to fall out, 
advancing again. "It has to work both ways, Lavinia," he said. "Both parties 
have to be genuinely aroused. Both parties have to want satisfaction." 

Lavinia lunged forward, threw her arms around the doctor's waist and pulled 
him close, hungrily sucking his limp dick into her mouth. She rubbed it in a 
swift circular motion with her tongue until it began to swell. Her hands 
worked frantically to lower the man's pants and underwear, and finally her 
finger plunged into his anus, past the second joint. He trembled and thrust 
his hips forward, his cock full now, pounding with blood, the grainy, 
swollen glans like a giant strawberry which she strove to suck the juice 
from. She slid her head down to take as much of the delicious cock into her 
mouth as possible. Her lips brushed his tightly coiled pubic hairs. He 
reached down between her legs and found the hard knot of her clitoris and 
rubbed it until a warm simmering flame shot up through her body. She became 
nearly hysterical, her loins foaming with come. He groaned and erupted into 
her mouth great steaming, pasty globs of come which she swallowed as if 
relishing a heady wine. 

When they had rested, the doctor took Lavinia to the bathing room and they 
bathed. He asked her if she would like to see a part of the institution 
which most patients were forbidden to see. 

"Why are you offering me the opportunity?" she asked. 

"Because I think you are making great improvement," he said. "And I believe 
you may be closer to health than I had imagined. It could be important for 
you now to have your perspective widened a little -to give you a better idea 
of where you are." 

Having dressed again, they walked out of the wing and across one of the 
green courtyards. They were heading toward a separate unit which Lavinia had 
seen before. The building's windows were very high from the ground, and 
there was only one door leading in and out. A white-jacketed attendant stood 
before the door. He inclined his head to the doctor and admitted them. 

The inside of the building was gray and green tile and concrete. There was a 
long hallway illuminated with fluorescent lights which filled the building 
with a low, almost malevolent hum. On each side of the hall were green steel 
doors with barred and screened windows. The doors were numbered, and on a 
small plate on the face of each door were several names, along with a list 
of medical terms which meant nothing to the girl. 

"Go on and look inside one of the rooms," the doctor said. 

Lavinia was seized by a nameless fear. She would rather not look inside, 
because she was afraid of what she already knew to be there. But the doctor 
put his hand insistently against her back and nudged her forward. It was 
possible to see inside only by pressing her eye next to the screen and 
peering between the closely spaced bars. 

In the first room, a man and a woman lay on the floor, both in late middle 
age, both naked. He lay on his back and she lay on top of him. His mouth was 
buried in the cleft between her legs, his straining cock caught between her 
lips. Their bodies trembled violently. The padded walls and floor of the 
cell were covered with excrement and vomit. Lavinia was horror-struck. 

"They've been like that for almost a year," the doctor said. "We've given 
them insulin and electric shock several times, and for a day or two 
afterwards, they sit quietly staring at each other. Then they go to it 
again. Orgasm is never reached. They don't talk. Sometimes they are willing 
to pause to eat, but generally they have to be pried apart and fed 
intravenously." 

Lavinia was pale. She backed away from the vile scene and, allowing the 
doctor to take her hand, proceeded to the next window. 

It was Mr. Rimmer. 

Mr. Rimmer stood in a corner of his cell, bent forward at the waist, holding 
his legs apart and striving valiantly to touch his anus with his tongue. 
Sweat glistened on his forehead. He groaned in miserable frustration. 

"He's had to come here three times now. He gets better and he gets worse. Go 
on and look at the next one." In the next cell three women were kept. They 
were all nearly Lavinia's age. One stood while the two others knelt before 
her, taking turns licking her cunt. They giggled hysterically. As soon as 
one placed her ardent mouth against the foaming cunt, another would grab her 
hair and pull her away, taking her place only to be pulled away in turn. 

"They aren't doing this because they want to," the doctor said. "It's 
because they're afraid not to. They don't know what else they can do. 
They're all very sick, Lavinia, in spite of what the Freedom League may say, 
and in spite of all the efforts certain groups expend trying to set them 
free and have me kicked out of the medical association." 

"Will they ever be cured?" Lavinia asked. 

"Perhaps, some of them. Others will never be cured." 

"How terrible." 

"Yes, it's terrible, but there are even more terrible ways to live. Would 
you believe me, Lavinia, if I told you that most of the people in this 
institution - not these, but others like you and Matilda - are saner than 
the majority of people who are outside and free?" 

"I... I don't think I understand," Lavinia said. 

"The culture has changed rapidly in the past ten years, Lavinia. The change 
was radical, and most people were affected seriously by it. Most adjusted, 
but unfortunately, the cost of adjustment was sanity. Those who couldn't 
adjust, or who were too sane to adjust, cracked, and many of them are here 
under my care." 

That night, lying in bed with a book, Lavinia heard a knock on the door. 

"Come in." 

It was Matilda. She seemed drawn, weary. 

"Matilda, what's wrong? You look terrible." 

Matilda came and sat on the bed beside the alarmed Lavinia. 

"I'm so upset," she said. Tears glistened in her eyes. "I'm so sick of this 
place. I want to leave, Lavinia. I've been here a long time, and the doctor 
keeps telling me I'm getting well, and that I'll be able to leave soon, but 
the time drags on and on, and I get older, and the world is passing me by 
out there. I don't know what to do!" 

Lavinia put her arm around Matilda's quaking shoulders and said, "The doctor 
said a very strange thing to me today, and I've been thinking about it. It 
doesn't make sense." 

"Nothing makes sense anymore," Matilda wept. 

"He said we're all saner than the people on the outside. Do you remember 
what it's like on the outside?" 

"No, I don't, but if I could find out where he keeps that antidote serum I'd 
take it and find out. I want to know. I don't care how crazy it makes me. I 
want to go outside again." 

"I want to know what it's like out there, too," Lavinia said, "and it seems 
to me that if we are sane, as the doctor says, there's no reason why we 
couldn't go outside and see for ourselves what it's like." 

Matilda stopped sobbing and stared moistly at Lavinia. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Just what I said. We could sneak around the buildings until we find the 
antidote, and then we could escape." 

"Escape!" Matilda's eyes widened. 

"Yes, we could sneak out of here if we were careful. He trusts us, doesn't 
he? There must be a way." 

"What a fantastic idea!" Matilda giggled. 

"The worst that could happen is that we might be brought back here, and 
since this is the only place any of us can remember, what difference does it 
make?" 

"But we don't know what's out there." 

"We'll find out," Lavinia said. "I want to know. If I don't like it, I'll 
come back." 

"Do you really think we can do it?" 

"We could try." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

During the next day Lavinia and Matilda walked through as much of the 
institute as they were allowed, and found nothing that resembled a likely 
storage place for the antidote. They tried speaking casually about the drug 
to several attendants, but no one was cooperative. At the end of the day 
they were very depressed. 

"I'm going anyway," Matilda said while they were in the shower. 

"It's a big risk, Matilda. I want to go, too, but I don't know. Without 
memory of our previous lives out there, we can't have any idea what to 
expect. But if you really think you want to do it, I'll go with you!" 
Lavinia decided finally. 

"Oh Lavinia, I love you!" Matilda laughed and threw her arms around 
Lavinia's shoulders. 

Actually, it was easy. 

Matilda sneaked into Lavinia's room in the middle of the night and together 
they went down the corridor, on tiptoe, and out into the green yard. The 
moon was high and its light bathed the wall and the trees beyond. They could 
see the spires of high buildings in the distance, and hear the mumble of 
cars. It took them a few minutes to find a low place in the wall and a tree 
up which they could climb to drop over. And be free. 

When they dropped to the ground on the other side they were exultant with 
their deed. They wanted to sing and laugh, but dared not until they had 
walked a mile or so along the path that led toward the city. Then they 
shrieked hysterically with joy and danced and skipped along the road for 
over an hour, until they were very near the city. A car passed them on the 
road - and then another. They reached a paved street. Ahead was an open 
diner, then a cluster of residences, and beyond, the teeming neon lights. 

Lavinia was pleased to see, through the glass of the diner window, that the 
simple white frocks she and Matilda wore were not so unstylish as to attract 
unwanted attention. Two girls sat at the counter wearing colored slipovers 
cut along parallel lines. Their clothes would not give them away, and they 
had all night - until morning - when the doctor would discover they were 
gone and doubtless send out an alarm for them. 

"Oh, it's wonderful to be free!" Matilda exclaimed. "What shall we do?" 

"I was thinking the same thing," Lavinia said. "We don't have any money. 
Maybe we can just walk around the streets and see what happens." 

"I suppose we don't have any choice," Matilda sighed. 

Then a car pulled off the road and a young masculine face peered out the 
window on the passenger side. 

"You girls want to go to a party?" 

The boy was a few years younger than the two escapees. They approached the 
car, and Lavinia bent down to look inside at the driver. The person behind 
the wheel was a girl - about the same age as the boy. She was nude from the 
waist up. 

"What kind of party?" Lavinia asked timidly. 

The blond youth laughed incredulously. "What do you mean, what kind of 
party? What kinds of parties are there? We're rounding up people who want to 
go to a party. Lots of other people are there and anything you want to 
smoke, drink or eat, too! How about it?" 

"Let's go," Matilda whispered. 

"Well, why not?" Lavinia dared bravely. 

The boy reached into the back and opened the back door. 

When Lavinia and Matilda had seated themselves, the girl glanced over her 
shoulder and said "Hello." She pulled back onto the street. 

"It's a real shame," she said, "that prices at the fornicatoriums have gone 
up! It isn't right that people of our class should be denied their 
facilities. But, oh well, we make do with what we have, and if you ask me, 
we come as often and as well as anyone." 

"That's right," the boy said. "I think it's better to have private parties, 
anyway. I know it's a little weird, but when those old ladies at the 
fornicatoriums start pawing me, it makes me feel creepy. I hate to come on 
like a freak about it, but that's how I feel, and I'd much rather have a 
party like the one we're having tonight, rather than pay to go into one of 
those lousy fornicatoriums." 

Lavinia wanted to ask what a fornicatorium was, but she thought better of 
displaying her ignorance. Besides, the name told enough. 

"We shouldn't let them know we aren't familiar with all this," Matilda 
echoed Lavinia's thought into her ear. 

"Say!" the girl spoke to Lavinia, whose eyes she had caught in the mirror. 
"What's your scene?" 

"I... I'm sorry," Lavinia stammered. "What do you mean?" 

"You know, scene, baby," the boy blurted good-naturedly. "What do you like 
to do, and to what kind of people." 

"Oh, just everything, I guess," Lavinia tried to play it safe. 

"Beautiful!" the girl said. "And what about you sweetie?" 

"I feel the same way," Matilda said. 

"That's terrific! We need people like you to round the party out. We'll be 
at my place soon and then the fun can really begin. Why don't you give them 
a little aphro now, Johnny, so they'll be good and warm by the time we 
arrive." 

Johnny reached into the glove compartment and handed two capsules into the 
back seat. "Go ahead and take them," he said. "It's prime stuff, smuggled in 
from the East. It's rhinoceros horn, not like that cheap synthetic crap you 
get in the local corner drug store." 

Lavinia felt a little nervous, but, rather than cause a disturbance, she 
took the capsule and swallowed it. Matilda did the same. 

The girl turned off on a shady street lined with identical five-story 
apartment buildings, and at the second parking lot, she shut the car down. 
"Let's go!" she said. 

They got out of the car and went into an elevator on the inside of the 
lobby. The elevator jerked them up with a steady swishing sound. Lavinia 
felt warm and tingly. Her breasts were swelling taut and she itched between 
her legs. 

The boy smiled at her and, reaching out, touched the tip of his forefinger 
against one of her nipples, visible through the cloth. The sensation was 
extravagant. Immediately, she felt aroused. Her cunt was lubricated. She 
wanted to be touched all over. 

The blonde slipped her arm around Matilda, and with her right hand, she 
patted the little mound of Matilda's crotch. Matilda flushed immediately and 
pulled the girl close, so that their stomachs were pressed together. 

"The aphro is working nicely, isn't it?" the blonde asked. 

"I'll say!" Matilda hissed. 

Then the elevator stopped and the door slid open onto a red-carpeted 
hallway. A moment later they were passing through the door of an apartment. 

The lights were blue, red, and green, and in one corner a strobe flickered. 
Ten or twelve unclothed persons sat about the floor smoking from a communal 
pipe. Most of them were quite young. They looked up with glazed eyes as the 
foursome entered. 

"We've come back with some new blood," the boy called. 

A chorus of cheers went up from the group. 

"Let's get started now!" someone called from the corner. 

The girl turned to Lavinia, and without hesitation, she began to undo the 
snaps on her frock. The garment fell to the floor. The boy did the same with 
Matilda, and then fell to his knees and buried his face between her legs. 
Matilda glanced at Lavinia with an expression on her face that said, "Well 
here we are. Let's enjoy ourselves." 

"Come on, baby," the blonde girl whispered into Lavinia's ear, "he down on 
the floor and let me start you." 

Lavinia lay down on the carpet with the strobe flashing in her eyes, her 
bare back and bottom prickled by the weave of the carpet. 

"Your pussy is beautiful!" the girl sighed as she slipped down between 
Lavinia's trembling thighs. She pushed her legs apart and began to lap at 
the tender thigh flesh. She slipped one hand under Lavinia's round buttocks 
and lifted her slightly, then pushed her finger into Lavinia's anus. The 
aphrodisiac capsule had softened Lavinia's reflexes and involuntary muscles, 
and she was so relaxed that the finger went all the way in. It felt like a 
huge thick cock up her ass. The girl began to lick her pussy, sucking the 
labia until they began to swell. Then she found the clitoris and rolled it 
under her tongue. Lavinia could not have fought down the drug-intensified 
sensations, even had she desired to do so. The girl's tongue was a warm 
blade of honey that seeped into her loins and-, kindled a deep glow in her. 
Lavinia held her legs up and stretched them apart to bare the soft pink 
insides of her cunt to the probing tongue. The finger moved rhythmically in 
the tight passage of her asshole. 

Matilda lay on her back now, with the grunting blond youth astride her 
loveliness. Her long, willowy legs were wrapped around his back and her arms 
twined around his muscled shoulders. Her mouth fastened to the youth's neck. 
He pumped into her with long, certain strokes, each probe eliciting a long 
sigh from the drugged girl. Suddenly she threw her head back grinning and 
laughing hysterically, as the juices broke and flowed through her in her 
first orgasm. The youth did not slacken his pace, but drove her on into a 
long shuddering orgasm that made her whole body writhe and twitch 
spasmodically. 

A delicately limbed youth with moist, brown eyes and long, black hair knelt 
between the boy's legs, licking his buttocks and finely haired thighs. 

Lavinia came. It was like a series of small explosions at the base of her 
spine, but she found - much to her surprise - that the spectacular orgasm 
did not sate the lust fired by the aphrodisiac. 

"Oh, make me come now, please!" the girl said. She pulled herself up and 
squatted down over Lavinia's face. The tightly coiled blonde pubis pressed 
against Lavinia's lips. Lavinia hungrily thrust her tongue into the wet cunt 
and sucked with all her strength, running her tongue fervently over the hard 
clitoris. The girl moaned and ground her hips in a fast, circular motion, 
her hands winding in Lavinia's hair. 

A large, smooth-muscled black youth approached the blonde girl from behind, 
squatted over Lavinia's stomach and grabbed the girl around the waist with 
his left arm. With his right arm he guided the glans of his big thick cock 
into the blonde's anus. She laughed for joy when she felt the prod, and she 
adjusted her hip motions to push against that prick that tantalized her from 
behind. With his right hand, after positioning the prick in the girl's 
behind, he massaged Lavinia's fiery cunt. She spread her legs to receive the 
delicious sensations. The blonde was coming. She pressed down against 
Lavinia's mouth, quaking and jerking with the explosion. When she was 
finished, she rolled off Lavinia and lay quietly to catch her breath. The 
black man pressed his lips against Lavinia's mouth and she felt the hot 
slithering of his tongue in her throat. Then he was sucking her breasts. It 
felt wonderful. 

"Oh fuck me! Fuck me!" she babbled. 

He slid down, gripped her legs and positioned them over his shoulders, and 
came forward and pushed her knees back beside her head. His cock was thicker 
than Lavinia's wrist. He wedged the heavy yellow glans between the fiery 
lips of her cunt and began to nudge it in with short stabbing pushes. She 
felt as if she were being split open, but the feeling was not a bad one. 
With a final effort the youth drove his cock all the way to his nuts. A 
lance of fire shot through Lavinia's ardent flesh. She pushed her buttocks 
up and locked her ankles behind the man's neck. Her right hand found the 
heavy, tight sack of his nuts and she rubbed them gently, as he gave her 
stroke after stroke of pure pleasure. Again, she came. It seemed that each 
orgasm she achieved only whetted her appetite for more. 

"Let me suck that big marvelous dick!" she whispered passionately in the 
youth's ear. 

He withdrew and rolled onto his back. Lavinia scrambled down and placed 
herself between his ebony thighs. She licked his smooth black skin until it 
gleamed with the moistness of her saliva. Then she slithered her tongue into 
his asshole and flicked it in and out until he was quivering with 
anticipation. In the back of her mind she was slightly appalled at her own 
actions, but the drug was her primary motivating force, and the drug 
demanded more and more. She ceased her ministrations in the man's asshole 
and carefully eased his tight purple scrotum into her mouth, lovingly 
caressing the hard, large nuts with her tongue. He moaned and touched her 
lips with his fingertips. She released the nuts, and with the tip of her 
tongue, she traced long wet lines up the length of his hard, black dick, 
stopping before her tongue touched the swollen glans. She did this several 
times, noticing that each teasing lick made the huge prick expand until 
finally it stood up in her vision like an enormous glistening totem pole. No 
longer able to contain her passions, she knelt and licked the taut glans 
furiously, over and over, until with a cry she had to suck the thing into 
her mouth. It was delicious! It was so large she could feel her mouth 
stretching to take its circumference, and she could manage to get only three 
or four inches beyond the head. She sucked as if she was trying to drain him 
through his pores. Then she felt someone touch her behind. A woman's soft, 
damp hands spreading her cheeks, then the blunt end of a cock pressed 
against her anus, broke through, and sank deep inside her. She looked over 
her shoulder and saw the redheaded girl, no more than fifteen or sixteen, 
with a rubber dildo strapped around her waist. Another girl - a brunette - 
lay on her back under this girl with the dildo, and she pressed her face 
between Lavinia's legs, lapping at the dripping pot of her cunt, 
occasionally switching to the flaming cunt of the girl who stabbed into 
Lavinia's asshole again and again. 

The blonde who had originally made it with Lavinia reappeared. She sat on 
the black youth's face, receiving his marvelous tongue in her renewed pussy, 
bending forward and licking Lavinia's neck and shoulders. Lavinia came so 
long, so hard, that she began to grow dizzy. Her head was swimming. She 
wasn't certain what had happened, but then she was detached from the group, 
lying on her back, and the redhead lay on top of her, the dildo crammed into 
her snatch, licking Lavinia's breasts and driving the rubber cock as deep as 
any real cock had ever been. Lavinia was hysterical. She wound her legs 
around the girl's buttocks and humped her with all the energy she could 
muster. 

The drug was at its most intense level now, and Lavinia was a blind fury 
bent on indulging herself in every extravagance permitted by the structure 
of her body. She clung to the redhead, her teeth clenched on the firm neck. 
Her legs wrapped around the grunting girl's waist, and with all her strength 
she could throw herself against the dildo that went in and out like a hot 
poker. She couldn't get enough. She rolled onto her side and pushed the 
redhead onto her back, pressing one hand against the girl's fat, inflamed 
breasts, and with heir other hand snatching the dildo away. She held the 
staff in her right hand and leaned across the girl's waist to pinion her, 
although obviously no force was necessary, and with the fingers of her left 
hand she parted the swollen, frothy lips of the cunt, nestled in a wild 
sporran of curly red hair, and plunged the dildo between the lips of the 
gaping crease. Thick, gauzy lubricant oozed up around the shaft, making 
Lavinia's hand sticky. She twirled the instrument and moved it in and out 
rapidly. The redhead shrieked and quivered as Lavinia drove her through 
orgasm after orgasm. When she was erupting with ecstasy, Lavinia removed the 
dildo and slipped it deep into her own foaming pussy, then buried her face 
between the redhead's hot thighs. She sucked the wet cunt lips into her 
mouth and thrust her tongue deep, licking and sucking at the tender juices 
of her clitoris. She drove the dildo as deeply as possible and began to 
spread the lining of her vulva with it. She could feel her come squirting 
and streaming down her legs thick and pasty. The blond boy who had called to 
them from the car was suddenly on his hands and knees lapping at the rivers 
of come glutting Lavinia's thighs. Matilda knelt behind the boy and lapped 
at the crease of his shiny buttocks, her hand clutching and masturbating his 
rampant cock. 

Couples Uttered the floor, then threesomes and foursomes, all lathering 
naked, rutting and rolling with each other, copulating frantically, then 
changing partners to suck or be sucked, without preference, seeking only 
more ardent flesh to bend or yield to, lusting after the incredible gorging 
excess, rather than any simple essence of the act. 

Lavinia and Matilda were like prisoners inside the hard shells of their 
lust. They knew that, had they not taken the chemical, they would not have 
entered thus into this affair; yet, the drug aroused their sexual heat and 
inclination to such a pitch that there was no choice but to vent those 
passions, as often and as fast as possible, until the passion and the drug 
were spent. 

They came together once, in the sweating glistening tangle of moaning and 
jerking flesh, their mouths fused, tasting the mingled juices of each 
other's mouth, holding their sleek, warmed bodies, caressing, until each had 
found with her mouth the other's tingling sex. Lying quietly in a corner, 
before being drawn back into multiple actions, they came long and sweetly, 
trembling and licking each other like impassioned beasts. 

Lavinia found herself with a new dildo in her hand, dangling the straps and 
buckles intended to hold it in place. The blonde girl assisted her until the 
straps were right and the hard rubber prick stood up before her, fully ten 
inches in length, and greased with cold cream. Then she saw the girl's 
brother, bent forward, resting his weight on his hands. Matilda held his 
boyish pink cheeks apart, pulling the anus open. As Lavinia gripped the 
dildo and started toward the youth, someone deposited a glob of petroleum 
jelly directly on his asshole. The shaft went in smoothly as he screwed his 
hips toward it. She had penetrated him with about half the length of the 
instrument. 

She was like that when the door splintered and seven tall, muscled men in 
blue uniforms charged in. The people leaped to their feet and started for 
the doors. Everyone was screaming. Lavinia caught a glimpse of Matilda just 
as an officer sprayed her face with something from a small pressure can, and 
she sank down in a faint. Then Lavinia, too, was overcome by the gas, and 
she sank into a world of darkness and sleep. 

When Lavinia awoke, she was sitting on a hard bench in a cool, gray room. 
Matilda sat beside her. They were both still naked and their bodies were 
bruised from the orgy they had participated in. Lavinia looked at Matilda. 
The poor girl was a real mess, and Lavinia suspected that she, herself, 
didn't look much better. The antiseptic room they were in was cold, and she 
wrapped her arms around her shoulders, shivering. 

"I feel terrible!" Lavinia whimpered. 

"I'm sorry!" Matilda sobbed. "I'm sorry we escaped. I'm sorry for 
everything." 

"What are they going to do to us?" Lavinia asked. 

"I have no idea. I wish the doctor were here. I wish I were back at the 
hospital." 

"So do I!" Lavinia said, and she meant it. 

They sat in the cold, bleak room for what seemed an eternity. They didn't 
know how long, but they were hungry, cold and miserable. 

Then the door opened and two men, middle-aged, slightly balding, in dark 
green suits, entered. 

"Don't bother getting up, girls." 

"Are we under arrest?" Matilda asked plaintively. 

"I'm afraid so," the tallest of the men spoke as they seated themselves on 
benches across from the two apprehensive girls. 

"But why?" Lavinia blurted. 

"For having a party out of a licensed party club, of course," the shorter 
man said softly, "and without a special license for home parties." 

"License? I don't understand?" 

"Aren't you girls patients in that institute on the outskirts of town?" 

The girls were silent. 

"It won't do you any good to deny it," the tall man laughed. "We've already 
sent your photos to the doctor in charge and he has affirmed that you are 
escapees. In a way you're very lucky. You can't be punished by a civil court 
as long as you're under psychiatric care. The doctor said he would be here 
to pick you up shortly. In the event that you didn't know our city's ruling 
on criminal acts committed by escaped patients, I'm afraid the court insists 
that people like you are kept under observation for at least two years after 
the date of the crime, regardless of how sane you may become within that 
period." 

The men asked Lavinia and Matilda to sign a paper stating that they had 
participated in a party at a residence in the city, without permission from 
city officials. They signed the document and sighed with relief after their 
interrogators were gone. 

"I don't care if they make me stay at the hospital for ten years!" Lavinia 
said. 

"I'd be glad to spend the rest of my life there!" Matilda concurred with 
Lavinia's feelings. "They're crazier out here than they are at the 
institute. I certainly will be glad to get back!" 

The doctor arrived for them in the early evening. They were photographed 
again, and fingerprints were taken. The doctor apologized to the chief of 
police and promised to take preventive measures, to see that no one escaped 
from the institute, ever again. 

Lavinia and Matilda were rushed into the doctor's car and seated in the 
back. Mrs. Hatchett sat in the front with the doctor. As they drove through 
the city everyone was silent, but as they left the tall buildings and cut 
onto the road which would take them back to the institute the doctor spoke, 
not unkindly. 

"Well girls, did you enjoy your little vacation?" 

Mrs. Hatchett laughed. 

"No, not at all!" Lavinia said. 

"Not a bit of it? Are you certain?" 

"Oh, the party had its moments," Matilda admitted. 

"I suppose I can admit that," Lavinia said. 

"Did you recognize anyone or anything in the city?" 

"No," the girls answered. 

"Good, it proves that the mind eraser we used on you when you came into our 
care functions properly. It often wears off in time. You see, you were both 
born and raised in that city." 

The girls were astonished. 

"Tell me," the doctor went on. "Do either of you have any idea what we're 
trying to do at the institute, and why we're trying to do it?" 

"As far as I know," Matilda said. "We were committed because of sexual 
aberrance in our conduct, and you are trying to get us back into shape 
again, so we can live on the outside." 

"Well, that's not exactly correct," he smiled at them in his mirror. "You 
just had a taste of the city, and life on the outside. What do you think 
about it? Are you anxious to get back out there with those people?" 

"No!" Lavinia blurted. "I don't ever want to get back on the outside. 
They're all mad. I don't care if I spend the rest of my life at the 
institute!" 

Indeed, they were grateful when they drove through the iron gate which 
opened onto the grounds, and the familiar buildings came into view. Nor did 
they mind when Mrs. Hatchett took them to the pool and made them scrub 
themselves thoroughly, before she sent them to the cafeteria to eat. When 
they were finishing their meal, the doctor came into the cafeteria and 
approached their table. 

"Well, girls, may I sit?" He seated himself and looked at them with open 
admiration for some time. 

"You know, I have to admit, I was tickled when I found that the two of you 
had escaped. For more than one reason, however. I was glad because you had 
demonstrated the kind of spunk it takes to become completely cured. And I 
was glad, too, because I knew you would be apprehended, and that would mean 
the two of you had to stay here another year. I want you around. I think I 
can use you." 

"Use us?" Matilda asked. "Do you mean to work here at the institute?" 

"No. I mean to go into the city with release papers and carry on my work. 
This isn't the place to discuss it with you, but if you will both spend the 
night in your room, Lavinia, I will be in to speak with you tonight." 

"That would be fine!" Lavinia said. 

After the meal, Lavinia and Matilda returned to the pool for the simple 
pleasure of luxuriating in the water. Then, wearing only their bath towels, 
they went back to Lavinia's room and stretched out on the bed to rest. 

The doctor entered the room only a few minutes later. 

"Well, you certainly look peaceful after your little ordeal," he said 
cheerfully. 

"We're glad to get back," Matilda said. 

He seated himself on the edge of the bed. 

"I want to get right to the point, girls," he said. "I believe I can explain 
many things, and answer a lot of your questions at the same time. 

"When I first started this institute it was merely to treat patients with 
sex problems. While I labored here I found that I was cut off, to a certain 
extent, from the outside world, and in that position I was able to watch the 
social morality go through a few surprising changes. Because of 
psychoanalysis people slowly became aware of the fact that sex is nothing to 
be ashamed of or to feel guilty about. From that point they became more and 
more liberal, until, as it stands today, marriage is old-fashioned, and the 
losers in this society are those who are incapable, for one reason or 
another, of indulging in any variety of sexual intercourse. Words like, 
homosexual, heterosexual, and bisexual have lost their meaning. Now there is 
only sex, but ironically enough, the same sort of bigoted attitudes exist as 
they did in the early 1900's. Now, any person who refuses, for whatever 
reason, to participate in any kind of sex, with any stranger who 
propositions them, is considered a pervert, a social outcast." 

"Wow! Do you mean, if someone declines say, a proposition by Mr. Rimmer, 
they would be considered perverted?" 

"They have recourse to legal action if someone refuses," the doctor said. 

"But, that's fantastic!" Matilda gasped. "Does everyone always feel like 
cooperating?" 

"My contention is that they don't!" the doctor said. "Somewhere along the 
line, it became such a social blemish to be a prude that people found 
themselves going along with invitations to sex when they felt no honest 
motivation. And as a result, the very spontaneity that was prized so highly 
became lost." 

"I still don't understand!" Lavinia said. "If they are sick like that on the 
outside, and we were committed here because for one reason or another we 
could not exist under those conditions. Then what is it that you are trying 
to do with us here at the institute? Are you trying to adjust us to their 
phony morality, or what?" 

"No. I understand your dilemma, Lavinia. And you must listen carefully to 
understand exactly what my position is. You see, I, too, believe that any 
person should be able to indulge any sexual fantasy that does not physically 
or psychologically harm an unwilling partner, or partners... but where I 
differ with the social methods of today is here... inasmuch as I believe sex 
acts should be spontaneous, and that there is certainly nothing wrong with 
refusing to participate. It is the individual's prerogative, as to whether 
or not he will or won't." 

"That sounds very natural to me," Matilda said. "But it doesn't explain why 
you are here, and why you are trying to bring these patients back to that 
natural spontaneity. If you do, they will be just as eccentric on the 
outside as they were before they came here." 

"That's right," the doctor said. "And that brings us to the point where I 
must ask you - as I have each patient who approaches good mental health - if 
you would like to assist me in my war against society's crippling ideas 
about sexual freedom. I want you to go on with me, through the rest of your 
cure, and then, when the year is up, I want you to go back into the city and 
spread the idea, to anyone and everyone possible. If you're apprehended, you 
will be pronounced mentally unfit and sentenced to return here to the 
institute. A fate not quite as terrible as they seem to think, as you well 
know. If you prefer not to go along with me in my crusade, then I will, 
through use of chemicals and thorough psychotherapy, adjust you to life as 
it is on the outside. That is, I will make you more or less like everyone 
else." 

"There's no doubt in my mind," Lavinia said, "about what I want, after our 
experience in the city. I want to be myself, regardless of how common or 
uncommon I may be, and I want to be naturally spontaneous in my sex life. I 
don't want to be like everyone else, simply because they are the majority. 
The majority of any population has always reflected that population's lowest 
and least sophisticated tendencies." 

"I'm with Lavinia," Matilda said. "I don't want to be chemically adjusted to 
anything, except my real principles and motivations. No, thank you. I'll 
take my chances working for you, doctor, and damn the majority of boobs out 
there in that awful city. And, as for being spontaneous... " 

She leaned across the bed and put her arms around the doctor's neck and gave 
him a long, wet kiss. His hands found the towel wrapped around her lithe 
young body and pulled it away, freeing her marvelous, taut breasts. His 
hands closed over the globes and massaged them affectionately as Matilda 
closed her eyes and moaned a little. 

"Do you mind if I join in this little party?" Lavinia said coquettishly. 

"Please do," the doctor said. He stood up and removed his clothes, then 
stretched out on the bed between them. 

"Come, Lavinia," Matilda whispered. "Let's give our fine doctor some real 
pleasure!" 

The two girls slid down to the doctor's feet, each gripping him by an ankle, 
and they began to kiss and lick his calves, licking their way slowly past 
his knees and onto the firm white muscles of his thighs. Here they began, 
giggling, to suck bruises on his legs, caressing him all the while, until 
his breath came ragged and heavy. His large cock was upright and so hard it 
was quivering. Matilda reached it first, closing her long thin fingers 
around it and caressing it until the red, grainy meatus was covered with a 
gauzy lubricant. Then Matilda reached it and licked the shiny drop away. 
Another drop appeared. Lavinia flicked it off with her tongue. The doctor's 
nuts were swollen. Matilda pressed her lips against his tight scrotum and 
tenderly sucked, sucking also the hard knot under his scrotum. Lavinia took 
the taut glans between her lips and began to suck the doctor slowly, 
rhythmically, simultaneously working her finger into his tight asshole. 

"My turn, my turn!" Matilda laughed. 

Lavinia removed herself from the end of the doctor's hard prick so Matilda 
could get it into her mouth. She closed her dark, thick-lashed eyes and 
sucked over half the erect organ, as the doctor began to twitch and moan. 
Lavinia probed deeply with her finger into the man's widening anus. He 
spread his legs and lifted them slightly to make himself more accessible to 
the delightful succubi who worked avidly at pleasing him. 

It was while Lavinia watched Matilda go down on him that she saw, from the 
corner of her eye, one of the photographs on her wall. She had looked at all 
these photos on numerous occasions, but suddenly, something clicked, and she 
felt as if a great fist had fallen on her. 

She watched the photo of the woman sitting on the man's face, her head 
thrown back, an expression of ecstasy on her delicate features. 

The woman was Lavinia! 

She gasped and sat bolt upright. 

Matilda and the doctor paused and stared at her, then at the wall where her 
eyes were focused. 

"What is it, darling?" Matilda asked. 

"That girl, that girl in the photograph," she whispered, "it's me!" 

"Of course!" Matilda laughed. "Couldn't you tell before? I knew the second I 
saw it. It looks just like you. It's a very good photograph." 

The doctor smiled and placed his hand on Lavinia's shoulder. 

"This makes me very happy, Lavinia. You are healthier even than I had 
supposed. You see, when you were brought here by the civil authorities, the 
charges against you were to the effect that, although you readily entered 
into intercourse, you insisted on being eaten, and upon eating, and nothing 
else. For some reason you valued your virginity to the point of becoming 
obsessed with keeping it. Many of your partners went along with this 
eccentricity because you were so lovely. They didn't care, as long as you 
were willing to at least have oral sex with them. But eventually you 
encountered a group who requested your participation, in every way, and when 
you volunteered your mouth and said it was absolutely the only part of you 
they could have, they called the authorities and turned you in for unsocial 
attitudes and unhealthy conduct. Then you were brought here for your cure. 
The woman is you, all right, and the reason you didn't recognize her sooner 
is because of the drug, and partially because you didn't want to remember." 

Lavinia blushed. 

"I still like sucking," she said. "But I don't know why, if there has to be 
a reason. If it's all true - and I don't really doubt you - about my past, 
then I must be getting better, because I like the rest of it, too." 

"I wouldn't say you were just getting better," the doctor said. "I'd say you 
are nearly cured." 

"And me?" Matilda asked. "What about me?" 

"You were too good," the doctor said. "And I must admit, one of the rarest 
cases ever admitted to the institute. In the beginning, Matilda, when you 
were an adolescent, you had a fear of displeasing people. As a result, when 
you were asked to participate with someone - even someone who repulsed you 
physically - you couldn't refuse. Later, your affliction became more 
pronounced, and you began to anticipate people's desires - or so you 
thought. A glance from the stranger on the street corner was enough to make 
you offer yourself, spontaneously, for their satisfaction. Even this would 
have been acceptable, had you not gone off the deep end and imagined that 
absolutely everyone needed you. You drove yourself mad trying to make love 
to everyone you knew, everyone you saw. You were in that state when you 
arrived here at the institution." 

"Well, I don't remember being that sick," Matilda said slowly, "and I 
certainly don't feel that way now. It's all so confusing. How does one find 
out how a person is supposed to feel about sex. About his sex practices? 
What example do we have?" 

"You have the example of your desires," the doctor said. "Your genuine 
desires, which should be listened to and obeyed, not the desires you were 
told you should have by the cultural faddists of our day. Now, everyone 
knows there is nothing wrong with any sexual act that takes place between 
willing persons, and this isn't the problem anymore, a fact for which we 
should all be grateful. But the problem is that everyone is so afraid of his 
own hungers, that laws were passed to make everyone react uniformly to those 
hungers, to make them common, you see, because at bottom most people still 
felt ashamed of their own natural desires." 

"How do you intend to go about changing this?" Lavinia asked. "That is what 
you have in mind, isn't it?" 

"I feel it my duty to do whatever I can to remedy the situation," the doctor 
said. "And I want to do it by making test cases. When you girls are 
completely adjusted, not to the outside environment, but to your own inner 
environment, then I would like very much to see you go back outside and 
conduct yourselves as naturally as possible. When the court cases come up, 
as they undoubtedly will, I will be there along with certain lawyers from an 
underground society, to try and get this thing carried into the higher 
courts, and perhaps establish a court precedent for dealing with these 
matters. Do you understand, now?" 

"I think I see the picture," Lavinia said. 

"I have only one question," Matilda said. "You cannot deny that everyone has 
certain fantasies, sexual fantasies which are extremely difficult to act 
out, because there are few people willing to participate in the acting out 
of these fantasies. If a person is to know himself sexually, shouldn't he 
exhaust all these fantasies, to find which are really satisfactory in 
reality, and which are tasteful only as fantasies?" 

"A very astute question," the doctor said, obviously a little surprised to 
hear it from Matilda. "And by asking it, you have anticipated the next 
section of your training, or your cure, I suppose I should say. However, I 
find it difficult to think of you as sick, with all those mindless morons on 
the outside for comparison. Anyway, the next part of your treatment, and you 
may enter it together if you like, is what we call dream testing. We have 
here with us, because of the nature of this institution, all sorts of people 
with all sorts of afflictions, many of whom will never be cured, but who 
have enough intelligence to see the beauty of what we're trying to do here, 
and who have offered, out of their own selfish reasons of course, to 
participate in this dream testing. This is how it works. Each morning for a 
month you will, immediately upon waking, report your dreams of the previous 
night into a recording device which will be installed in your room. After a 
month of collecting this data, you will be moved to another room in the 
dream testing laboratories, and there your dreams, your sexual fantasies, 
will be made real. After a certain amount of this acting out, you will find 
which of your fantasies are really satisfying, and which fall down when put 
into practice. The ones that satisfy, if not harmful to others, you will 
retain as a part of your natural sexual makeup, the others you will be able 
to forget, as you realize that they are not really satisfying." 

"How well does it work?" Lavinia asked. 

"Surprisingly well," the doctor said, "given the basic instability of a 
thing like that, I've had some amazing results. For instance, there was a 
fellow obsessed with being spanked violently by a female dwarf. He had 
recurring dreams about it, and spent most of his conscious hours daydreaming 
about it. He tried to find short women, children, anyone who might be able 
to help him act this out, but was unsuccessful. Then one day the vice squad 
busted a lesbian dwarf over in the lower section of the city. She was a 
sadist. She was brought here, and after discussing the situation with her, 
she immediately agreed to participate in dream testing this fellow's 
obsession. He was left naked in a bare room, while we watched through a 
special mirror. The lesbian dwarf entered the room clad in black leather and 
glossy buckles - the whole bit. She hit him three times with a riding quirt 
before he lost his temper and took the whip away from her. He hit her 
several times with it before we could get into the room and subdue him. He 
never had the fantasy again, and as a matter of fact, the dwarf seemed to be 
a great deal more settled afterwards. She's still with us, as a result of a 
whole epidemic of neuroses which may never be weeded out, but the man is 
free now, and one of my best students. He's been in court three times, and 
three times we've gotten him off. We're slowly but surely building up a 
great bulk of cases to use as a lever in the big one. If we can ever get one 
controversial enough to get it into the headlines - if we can ever break the 
supreme court, we've got our foot in the door, and from then on, it's back 
to sanity for the populace." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

A week passed during which nothing happened at the institution. Then one day 
Matilda entered Lavinia's room with all her gear in a suitcase. 

"Matilda! How are you? What is that you have there?" 

"My belongings, of course," Matilda laughed. "The doctor told me the time 
had come to move in with you permanently." 

The girls embraced and laughed and went out to the cafeteria for lunch. They 
hadn't been to classes since their escape and return to the institution, and 
they were glad to be free of the routine. 

When they returned to the room, they found a tape recorder had been 
installed under the bed, with the microphone on a hook on the bedstand. 

"Well, well, it looks like dream testing is in full swing at last!" Lavinia 
exclaimed. "Actually, I hadn't expected it to happen this soon. I have to 
admit it makes me feel strange. I've had some pretty weird dreams, and I 
don't know what it would be like to act them out in reality." 

"You'll find out," Matilda said. 

"Well, before it begins, let's make our minds up to enjoy ourselves as much 
as possible in conventional methods, before we're embroiled in our dreams. 
Chances are very good that we won't be the same after this dream testing 
thing." 

"How conventional is my cunt?" Matilda said saucily as she lay back on the 
bed and removed her one piece garment. They had stopped off at the bathing 
pool after lunch and their bodies were still fresh and damp from the cool 
water. 

"You really have a nice figure," Lavinia said. "I think it's beautiful. I've 
thought so since that first day when Mrs. Hatchett took me to the pool and 
you were there swimming." 

"I'd like to be ravaged, right now," Matilda said huskily. "While I'm lying 
here, without having to do a thing in reciprocation." 

Lavinia, naked also, went to the bed and sat down beside Matilda. She placed 
the palm of her hand on her flat abdomen. Then she leaned forward and 
carefully touched the tip of her tongue to the soft nipples of Matilda's 
breasts. The nipples became hard and erect immediately. 

"Do you want to make love?" Matilda said. "The doctor is right. You 
shouldn't if you don't want to." 

"I always want to make love to you, Matilda," Lavinia said. "Regardless of 
how I feel. You feel like being ravaged, and I feel like ravaging you. It's 
perfect this time. Just be quiet now and let me take you." 

Matilda closed her eyes and reclined on the pillow. Her long, smooth thighs 
trembled a little as Lavinia touched them on their soft inner sides with her 
fingertips. Their lips touched, lightly at first, then more ardently, and 
Lavinia pushed her wet tongue deep into Matilda's mouth. Matilda groaned and 
sucked at the tongue, pulling it down almost into her throat. Lavinia's hand 
cupped the thickly haired mound between Matilda's legs, and she felt the 
thin lips of the pink labia plop open delicately. Her finger eased them even 
wider apart and settled on the cool pink knot of her hard clitoris. Matilda 
moved her legs a little and moaned again. Lavinia began to probe deeply into 
the well of Matilda's cunt with her forefinger, working the hot pussy into a 
foamy lather. Matilda arched her back slightly and thrust her hips up. Then 
Lavinia took the full taut globe of a breast into her mouth and sucked until 
the ripe meaty fruit of the tit filled her mouth, and Matilda was squealing 
with delight. Her vaginal muscles closed tightly around Lavinia's furious 
finger. 

"Oh, I don't want to be ravaged anymore, I don't want to just lie here!" 
Matilda cried. "I want you, Lavinia. I want to make love with you. I want to 
feel your mouth on my cunt, your tongue, your hands, and I want to taste 
that softness between your legs. I want to lick you and suck you until you 
come!" 

Quickly, Lavinia swiveled around and buried her face in Matilda's fuming 
crotch. Matilda cried out and tightened her thighs around Lavinia. 

Lavinia parted the gauzy wet labia with her tongue and thrust into the 
tightening well. She clutched Matilda's soft buttocks and with her fingertip 
found the round indentation of the anus. Matilda penetrated her almost 
simultaneously, and her mouth was a warm glow between Lavinia's legs. The 
two girls were rocked into a dreamy swoon that lasted until they were 
asleep. 

The next morning - and for many mornings after that - they woke and repeated 
into the recorder all the dreams they could remember from the night before. 
The first few mornings were like a slightly embarrassing game, serving to 
assist them in combating boredom. But eventually reciting their dreams 
became a commonplace thing, part of each morning's ritual, and they soon 
forgot the original significance of this new practice. 

After living in the same room for some weeks, the doctor suddenly ordered 
them to remove themselves to a new room in another wing of the building. 

Mrs. Hatchett led the girls across the grounds, carrying their belongings 
into the new wing. The hallway was filled with numerous aides and young 
doctors and nurses scurrying here and there, peering into rooms through the 
small special mirrors in the doors. Matilda and Lavinia did not have a 
chance to take a peek inside for themselves, but they were extremely 
curious, and Mrs. Hatchett had to call them away from the closed doors many 
times, urging them on down the hallway to their new room. 

The new room was much larger than their original compartment, complete with 
two full beds, carpet, and drapes. A record player, and a small bookcase was 
near a window facing the grounds. 

"Well!" Lavinia remarked. "If this is dream testing, it's for me. This is 
the most comfortable place by far that we've ever had in this place." 

"It certainly is," Matilda said playfully, bouncing on the bed. "Won't we 
have fun with the doctor when he comes in to play with us? Can you imagine 
what a party the three of us can have on these beds? They're simply huge!" 

"Yes, it's wonderful!" Lavinia said. 

And then the lights went out. 

They heard a key in the door tumble the lock. 

"What's this?" Matilda started. 

A voice, metallic and reedy, yet obviously the doctor's, came over the 
intercom system. 

"Girls, we are beginning your first dream testing session. It's up to you to 
see that all goes well. I want you to take the two capsules you will find on 
the nightstand and swallow them. Then lie down on the bed and wait. In about 
thirty minutes, representations of many of your dream desires will appear to 
you, and we can begin to find out which are suitable in reality and which 
are not. Are you ready?" 

"I'm frightened, a little." Matilda said. 

"There's nothing to be afraid of," the doctor soothed them. "Just take the 
capsules so we can proceed." 

Lavinia went to the nightstand and found the two capsules. She handed one to 
Matilda, who was trembling slightly, and then popped hers into her mouth and 
swallowed it. 

Together, holding hands like children, they stretched out on the bed and 
waited in the dim light. 

Soon, Lavinia felt giddy, almost drunk, but there was no unpleasant physical 
feeling involved in the sensation. The edges of her vision blurred, and she 
breathed heavily. She could hear Matilda's breath coming as ragged as her 
own. The walls of the room were wavering, watery. Was that a panel sliding 
back, revealing a dim square of light and a figure? Yes, it was, or was it 
her imagination, or the drug?" 

"Do you see him?" Matilda whispered nervously. 

"Yes, I do," Lavinia said. 

The man was huge. And naked. He was easily over six feet tall and in spite 
of the darkness in the room, he was darker, his skin shimmering black 
beneath the body oils with which he had been rubbed. Across his cheeks were 
three bright crimson and yellow slashes of paint. His large white eyes 
glared at them. As he drew near the bed they saw how incredibly beautiful he 
was. His velvety muscles rippled under his taut shining black skin. He stood 
at the foot of the bed and looked at their trembling bodies. His cock stood 
upright, stiff and throbbing with his heart beats. His nuts were smooth and 
dark as egg plants. The glistening knob of his slick glans was on a level 
with his navel. Lavinia noted, almost idly, that the circumference of this 
supernormal organ was approximately that of her own wrist. 

"He's beautiful!" Matilda gasped. 

The man reached down casually and gripped Matilda's ankle, pulling her down 
until her legs were off the bed and her round trim buttocks rested at the 
edge. He held her ankle and pulled her leg up and out to the side as far as 
possible, revealing the dimpled cleft of her damp pussy, and with his left 
forefinger he began to probe that depth, sinking his finger in as deep as it 
would go, wriggling it, moving it in and out, until Matilda whimpered and 
bucked her hips in delightful anticipation of the promised release. 

The man sank to his knees and gripped Matilda's other leg at the underside 
of her knee, and pushed them back making her buttocks and cunt most 
formidable. Lavinia watched with fascination. He chuckled deep in his throat 
and slowly lowered his face, his thick pink tongue extended, parting her 
labia, sucking at the dripping vagina and her swollen clitoris until she 
knifed her fingers into the bedding and heaved her hips forward to 
facilitate the man's entry. He cupped her buttocks in his hands, as he would 
have held a drinking gourd, while she held her legs out of the way, his 
mouth surrounding her entire genital area, as he sucked and slurped at the 
juicy cunt. Matilda was trembling violently. Then she began to come. Her 
whole body quivered and spasmed as he drank voraciously from her spewing 
vessel, lapping greedily at the thick outer lips, sucking on her clitoris, 
until she moaned and thrashed with the exaggerated sensations. 

He rose and went to the side of the bed, wound his fingers in Matilda's long 
hair and dragged her back to her original position, then threw one knee 
across and came to rest between the women. 

He placed his hand at the back of Matilda's neck and pushed her face down to 
his erect cock, almost as long as Matilda's forearm from elbow to wrist. The 
heavy yellowish glans was wet with a drop of white lubricant which oozed 
thickly from it, dripping over the shaft like ice cream melting and 
streaming down the sides of a cone. 

Matilda grasped the cock with both hands at the bottom, next to the enormous 
smooth nuts, and took the glans into her mouth. It was so large she felt as 
if she were trying to swallow whole a small crabapple. The sides of her 
cheeks and her lips were distended with the effort. She sucked down on the 
heavy joint until it struck the back of her throat, then withdrew slowly 
licking and savoring. 

Reaching behind him, the man took Lavinia by her neck and pushed her down 
between his legs, settling onto his back as he did and instructing them for 
the first time vocally since his magical entrance. 

"Get my nuts into your mouth," he said. 

Lavinia, on her knees now between the man's legs, watched as he lifted them 
to make available his taut scrotum and the round tight asshole beneath them. 
Matilda lay with her luscious breasts flattened against the man's abdomen, 
clutching his cock, sucking it avidly, her eyes closed and a low crooning 
noise deep in her throat. She appeared to be in ecstasy. The black man had 
his face buried in the creamy white mounds of her buttocks, making loud 
slurping noises. 

Lavinia began to lick a slow neat circle around the man's anus. Then she 
made her tongue stiff and thrust it into his anus as far as it would go, 
fitting her lips around that small hole and sucking the tender inner lining 
out a little so she could massage it with her tongue. He began to pant. She 
lifted the huge sack of his nuts and got them slowly into her mouth, careful 
not to touch them with her teeth. They filled her mouth near bursting, and 
she savored them, sucking lightly, humming and groaning to send the 
vibrations up his spine. A few inches away Matilda's face was bright with an 
inner light, as she ate the gargantuan cock. She saw Matilda's head jerk and 
her throat swallow several times, convulsively, and the thick pasty come 
drool from the corners of her lips. Rather than choke, she pulled away for a 
moment to catch her breath, and at that instant the black man's 
ministrations at her own cunt and asshole broke her, and she began to come 
in long quivering jerks that spasmed through her body. Taking advantage of 
this, Lavinia began to lick the black prick, lapping at the root and 
covering it with her tongue until she had ascended and slipped the heavy 
glans into her mouth. It was sweet and salty at the same time. She sucked 
and ravaged the member with her tongue. Then she felt his hands under her 
arms pulling her up, over him, her legs thrashing as the butt of the 
sweating prick rammed between her legs, missed once, then made contact with 
the soft yawn of her wet cunt. It plunged home with a grunt and shove which, 
for a moment, felt as if it might split her in two, but the short pain 
transformed into an immense pleasure, as he stroked into her again, and she 
realized that she was riding the largest cock she had ever seen. She threw 
her head back and began to laugh ecstatically, feeling the great strength of 
the man drive into her again and again. She came almost immediately, but he 
did not stop. She was filled up with his cock, as if her skin was merely a 
sheath for that tremendous shaft. She felt suddenly Matilda's arms around 
her neck and her sweet mouth against her shoulders and then mouth. Matilda's 
tongue licked her palate and pushed for the back of her throat. Then the 
black man was coming and it was like a molten fountain erupting inside her. 
Her head was swirling. She gasped and lost consciousness. 

When Lavinia awoke a few seconds later, she was lying on the bed next to 
Matilda. The black man stood beside the bed, fumbling with his prick. 
Lavinia saw that he was coating it with a heavy layer of gelatinous 
substance. It was still erect and as hard as stone. He came around the bed 
and indicated with a jerk of his thumb that he wanted Lavinia to get onto 
her hands and knees. She did as she was directed. 

"Matilda, you get on your back between her legs. Use your mouth. On both of 
us." 

Matilda eased herself between Lavinia's legs and lifted her face until her 
mouth pressed against Lavinia's inflamed cunt. 

"Part her cheeks for me," the man said. 

Matilda's soft hands touched the round, full cheeks of Lavinia's ass, 
parting them, at the same time finding Lavinia's damp cunt with her mouth, 
sucking it, her tongue reaching up inside the girl like short, sharp jolts 
of electricity. The man placed one hand against the small of Lavinia's back 
and with the other, he held firmly his thick cock, easing it into the 
lubricated eye of Lavinia's ass. She groaned and buckled as the hard black 
prick sank in, inch by inch, until she felt as if he would split her in half 
with the tremendous organ. But the pain began a slow transformation, 
gradually passing from the unpleasant realm into one of delicious sensation. 
She was caught up between the penetration and the hot swift licks Matilda 
applied to her crotch. As they copulated, Matilda switched rapidly, first 
from Lavinia's pussy to the dangling hard nuts to the greasy shaft of the 
cock, and then back to Lavinia again. Lavinia felt the man's hot breath 
scalding over her shoulders, and his warm hands holding her limp form in 
position as he fucked her in her asshole. She was delirious with the soaring 
sensations, and found herself coming in long, warm streams, just as the 
black man erupted inside her, his hot come like a sudden wash of thick 
paste. Matilda sucked and lapped at the twin flows greedily, lost in her own 
fantasies. 

When the girls awoke, the man was gone and the room was dark. 

The girls were brought meals by Mrs. Hatchett, who spoke little, inquiring 
only after their immediate health, and offering to bring them anything they 
might want for comfort. There was nothing, the girls told her, so hypnotized 
were they by the reality of having their fantasies acted out, and so caught 
up in the anticipation of what the next trip might bring them. In the middle 
of the next day they found out. 

They had finished eating and no sooner had Mrs. Hatchett removed the trays 
than the door opened and another person entered. Unlike the black man, this 
woman was vaguely familiar to both Lavinia and Matilda, who had seen her 
once or twice on the grounds and in the cafeteria. 

She was strikingly beautiful. Tall, slim, voluptuously curved, her thick, 
lank red hair tumbled over her naked white shoulders down to the 
leather-covered swell of her marvelous, girlish ass. Her eyes were cat 
green, and as she stood in the doorway, hands on arrogant hips, staring at 
them, light glinting on the rowels of her silver spurs, twinkling on the 
hard sheen of her tight black leather pants, they felt their blood begin to 
simmer at sight of this lovely creature. But what secret fantasy, indeed was 
she here to make reality for them? In her right hand, casually dangling, was 
a long, coiled, braided leather whip. From the waist up the Amazonian 
redhead was nude, and her large breasts and upper body had been oiled to a 
lustrous sheen. On her sculptured face was a leering, promisingly malevolent 
smile. 

"Hello, darlings," she whispered. 

Lavinia felt a thrill in her loins, and felt also the sudden tenseness that 
settled into Matilda. 

"This is one fantasy," Matilda whispered, "that is fine as a fantasy, but in 
reality, something else altogether. If you don't mind, I'll just excuse 
myself from this one." 

Halfway to the door, clearly intending to slip past the ominous redhead, 
Matilda was frozen by the glare in the woman's eyes. Her back stiffened and 
the muscles in her smooth, pink buttocks grew tense. The redhead chuckled, a 
low, furry sound deep in her throat, and playfully stepped forward, touching 
Matilda's flat abdomen with the cold coils of the whip. Matilda shivered. 
With the flat of her feet, the redhead kicked the door to and stepped 
forward, allowing the whip to uncoil on the floor. Then she reached around 
Matilda, caught the loose end of the whip, held it like a strap against 
Matilda's buttocks, and pulled her forward until their thighs met. The hard 
nipples of their breasts affirmed the jutting crux of their sexes. Matilda 
whimpered. 

"What, what are you going to do?" 

"What I intend to do is unimportant," the redhead said, "it's what you are 
going to do for me that matters. Now, kneel!" 

Matilda dropped to her knees. Her face was on a level with the hard 
leather-covered crotch. 

"Undo my laces," the redhead said. And then, glancing at Lavinia, she 
hissed, "Get over here!" 

"Listen, I don't think this... " Lavinia began, but was interrupted as the 
long whip hissed through the air and cracked like a pistol shot just inches 
from her right breast. 

"Move!" the redhead snapped. 

Lavinia rose from the bed and came to stand beside Matilda. Her hands were 
trembling and her body was bathed in nervous perspiration. 

"What do you want us to do?" she asked. 

"Get down on your knees, behind me," she said. 

Lavinia went behind the arrogant woman and knelt down. Her face was inches 
from the hard, sharply curved swells of the woman's pronounced buttocks. As 
Matilda finished unlacing the front of the leather pants, the redhead hooked 
her thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down. Matilda helped her out of 
them. 

"Now, if you want to get through this little experiment without tasting my 
lash," the redhead smiled, "Just do as you're told." 

Matilda's face was pale. 

Lavinia felt weak. 

"I've got two holes down there," the redhead said matter-of-factly. "Now put 
those pink tongues to work and see how wet you can make them!" 

Saying this, she grabbed Matilda's hair and jerked her face forward, at the 
same time thrusting her hips out and spreading her legs. Matilda's mouth was 
forced against the flaming red pubic mound. 

"Start sucking!" she said. "And you back there, get busy. My asshole's 
hungry for your tongue!" 

Lavinia carefully parted the buttocks and found the round, dark anus. It was 
slightly puckered, but quite clean. She placed her mouth around the tight 
little hole and began to work it open with the tip of her tongue. She could 
feel the redhead stiffening under receipt of this pleasure. She could hear 
the subdued sucking noises Matilda made as she went greedily now after the 
scarlet pussy, sucking the labia into her mouth, lapping the hard, floating 
clitoris with long, thick swipes of her tongue. 

When the girls had delivered a fine massage to the redhead's privates, the 
woman pushed them away and walked to the bed, where she sat down and 
uncoiled the length of the whip. 

"I've changed my mind," she laughed. "It will please me greatly to give you 
a taste of this splendid whip. I won't tear your skin, if you're good little 
girls. I'll just make it sting a little. Now get down on your hands and 
knees, bottoms facing me. 

They did as they were directed. The whip sang through the air like an angry 
serpent, and it was Matilda who winced and cried out, as the braided tip 
snapped against her right cheek. 

Then the whip hissed out again and Lavinia felt the sharp pain, directly in 
the separation of her cheeks. It stung worse than a dozen simultaneous 
hornet bites. She bit her lower lip and shivered. Twice more the whip fell, 
and twice more sharp cries filled the room. They were waiting for the third 
attack when the redhead got up off the bed and came over to where the girls 
were still kneeling. 

"Lavinia," she whispered. "Your friend's bottom is all red and welted. I 
think you should kiss it and lick it for her." 

Lavinia turned and found the poor, mistreated flesh of Matilda's ass near 
her face. Her cheeks were tear-streaked and she still whimpered slightly 
from pain. Three large ugly welts marred the perfect beauty of Matilda's 
bottom, and here Lavinia nuzzled, gently sucking and licking the wounds. 
After a few seconds, it was Matilda's turn. Lavinia enjoyed the cool, 
soothing caress of Matilda's lips and tongue. 

"Now get onto the bed, on your stomachs," the woman instructed. 

As the girls rose to go to the bed they saw their tormentor strapping a 
large hard rubber dildo around her waist, arranging the instrument with a 
series of complicated straps, so it thrust out in a very natural position 
from the clump of red hair at her crotch. 

The girls stretched out on the bed, thankful that at least for the time 
being they were to be spared the whip. The redhead climbed onto the bed and 
positioned herself between Matilda's pale thighs, the shaft of the hard 
black dildo nudging at the dampness of the girl's cunt. 

"Hold it in place for me until I get it in her," the redhead said. 

Lavinia held the dildo with her fingers while the redhead wedged the blunt 
end between the fine lips of Matilda's cunt, then she worked it in slowly, 
easing forward until her thighs were directly against Matilda's buttocks, 
and the rubber cock was submerged to the hilt in the moist pocket of her 
sex. Matilda moaned and wriggled on the shaft, aroused by the depth of the 
penetration, and by the enormous circumference of the tool. 

"You do the work, baby," the redhead said coarsely. "And don't stop until 
you come." 

Matilda began to push herself onto the cock, easing off, pushing on again, 
while the redhead covered her back and neck with passionate kisses. It took 
a very short time for her to begin quivering and jerking in the throes of 
her orgasm. Immediately, the redhead withdrew the cock and turned to face 
Lavinia. 

"Suck it!" she said. 

Lavinia took the wet, dripping rubber cock into her mouth and sucked as if 
it were indeed the living member of a masculine lover. When she had licked 
it clean of Matilda's moistness, the redhead pushed her roughly down onto 
her back and, climbing on top of her, drove the dildo into Lavinia's cunt 
with a swift thrust of her hips. Lavinia gasped and, automatically, her legs 
flew up and embraced the redhead, she threw her arms around the woman's 
shoulders. Their lips met. Lavinia felt the tool driving into her, again and 
again, deeper and deeper. Occasionally the redhead gripped the shaft in one 
hand and swirled it sensually in the tight clutching lining of Lavinia's 
box. Lavinia sucked blood bruises on the woman's neck and breasts as the 
tool carried her over the brink into the depths of a tremendous orgasm that 
showered her with hot, fiery sparks. She barely remembered seeing the woman 
remove the instrument and bury her face between Lavinia's arched thighs. It 
was marvelous. The dildo left her in the middle of a potent orgasm, and 
before the warm waves subsided it was replaced by the redhead's talented 
mouth and tongue. As she sate Lavinia's exploding cunt, she drove her 
forefinger deeply into the quaking girl's anus. Lavinia thought she would 
pass out if she did not stop coming soon. One wave of ecstasy after another 
washed through her. She felt faint. Then the redhead quickly shifted and 
buried her face into the dripping pot of Matilda's inflamed sex. Matilda 
elevated her slender legs and squeezed her eyes shut as the tongue slithered 
hot and foaming between her legs, sucking, lapping her outer labia, her 
thighs, her asshole, then fastening onto her swollen clitoris and sucking 
there until Matilda's crotch burst in a purity of mindless white orgasm. 

The whipping soon became a promise forgotten, and the girls found themselves 
free of the restrictions placed on their emotions by the subservience 
demanded by the whip. The redhead too, free of her role as master, became 
realized in her play with Lavinia and Matilda, until, laughing and giggling 
like schoolgirls, the three embraced on the bed, and it was now the 
redhead's turn to pacifically enjoy the dual ministrations of Lavinia and 
Matilda. They lay on either side of her, Matilda kissing and sucking at the 
redhead's large full nipples, and Lavinia kissing and licking the redhead's 
wonderfully smooth thighs and the pouting little lips of her pussy. 

They worked on the redhead until she lay completely in their power. First 
Matilda made her come, then Lavinia, then Matilda again, switching off until 
the woman was caught in what seemed a permanent throe of orgasm, jerking and 
twitching, her long pale legs quivering and her back arched. She moaned and 
babbled incoherently, caressing their faces and touching the point where 
their mouths fit against her blossoming cunt. When she lay finally exhausted 
and unable to move, the door opened and the doctor came in. He looked 
serious. The two girls sat up and, taking a towel from the bedstand, began 
to wipe themselves. 

"Well girls, what do you think of dream testing so far?" he asked. 

"It isn't over, is it?" Matilda replied. 

"I've certainly got a few fantasies that haven't been acted out here, yet," 
Lavinia said. 

"No, you aren't finished with dream testing," the doctor said. "But it's my 
habit to check on you occasionally, to make certain that you don't forget 
the reality of your situation. Can you give me some impressions of what has 
taken place so far?" 

"I haven't been really surprised by anything that has happened," Matilda 
said. "Most of the action relates directly to certain fantasies that I 
always considered common - the black man for instance. And the masochistic 
thing, which turned out a little strangely, seeing as how our pretty little 
redheaded friend ended up in our power, rather than the other way around. 
But I expected things to be a little more bizarre, you know, like you must 
have understood things about us, from your vantage point of analyst, that 
even we do not know, and it is the enactment of those fantasies I looked 
forward to." 

"I feel more or less the same way," Lavinia said. "And I have to confess 
that, although it seemed clear when you explained it, I really don't 
understand now why we're doing this." 

"To find out which of your fantasies are actually palatable to you and which 
are not," the doctor said. "You see, my goal is to orient the patient 
totally with his real sexual nature, or personality, so he will be 
absolutely certain of himself when confronted by the unnatural conditions of 
the outside world. If you were on the street, and someone approached you and 
asked if you'd like to come along with them, to serve as whipping post at a 
party for local sadists, you could honestly say now that, although it may be 
appealing in the abstract, you really don't enjoy being beaten. Isn't that 
true?" 

"I suppose," Lavinia said. "But there's more." 

"Yes, there's more. If you understand yourself and your desires clearly, you 
will have the confidence necessary to face the courts, if my plans come to 
fruition, and to tell them exactly how you feel, and to prove that you are 
not demented or reactionary when they accuse you of these things, as they 
undoubtedly will. I told you I wanted many test cases, to challenge the 
authority that requires citizens to participate in any kind of sexual 
activity. I'm certainly not a moralist, and I don't think any brand of 
psychosexual behavior superior to another, but I maintain that it's only 
natural for one person to prefer one kind of bed play and to be revolted by 
another. It has nothing to do with prudery. It's perfectly all right, for 
instance, for a woman to want sex with other women, or even with animals, 
and for another woman to want sex with one man and one man alone for the 
rest of her life. I draw no moralistic conclusions from my observations. I 
believe anything, and I mean anything, should be permitted between 
consenting adults, that's all." 

The redhead was on her feet, still panting slightly. The doctor smiled at 
her. "Well, Tulia, did it turn out as you expected?" 

"No," she laughed. "I thought I really wanted to remain aloof, in the 
driver's seat, and to wield the whip, but the drug destroyed my defenses, 
and I discovered that what I really wanted was for someone to take that whip 
away from me, and to make love to me, as I am." 

"Very good," the doctor chuckled. "You may go now, Tulia, I think dream 
testing has done what it can for you." 

"Do you mean she too was under influence of the drug?" Lavinia asked. 

"Yes, as was the man who came into your room first. His fantasy was that he 
wanted to rape and debauch white women. He felt extremely guilty about this, 
and consciously rebelled at the thought. Under the drug, he found that rape 
and debauchery was, indeed, what he wanted, and now he knows it is a genuine 
desire, one to be fulfilled whenever possible. He isn't cured by any means, 
but I've gotten him away from guilt, and that's the largest step any man can 
take toward health." 

"How much longer will our dream testing last?" asked Lavinia. 

"About a week," the doctor said. "You will stay together for the next two or 
three days, depending on how the sessions go, and then you will be separated 
for the remainder of the testing period. After that, if all works well, I 
will use the two of you as assistants in treating new patients - until the 
date of your release, that is - and then, off you go into the city." 

"As your missionaries?" Matilda asked. 

"If you don't change your minds," he said. "If you do, then you can go back 
as anything you care to pretend to be." 

The girls were silent. 

The doctor removed from his pocket two large capsules which he handed to 
Matilda and Lavinia. They swallowed them and reclined on the bed to wait. 
Then the doctor left the room. 

The drug, from the very beginning, was obviously not the same chemical they 
had taken at the beginning of the dream test. 

Lavinia at first thought they had been given a placebo, but then she 
realized that what changes had taken place so far were purely physical. She 
felt very conscious of all her organs, the muscles and nerves, and her taut 
skin oozing perspiration. Her body felt pumped, awash with fluids and 
muscular potential. Then the room filled with light. Every object seemed 
sharply outlined against the others, and each had its own natural character. 
The conclusion forced upon her by this observation was that even she, as 
well as Matilda, had her own particular nature, her own unique light and 
substance, and that any request or demand for her to conform or ape any 
other person's standards or philosophy was essentially ludicrous. She felt 
the warmth of Matilda's body next to her, and it occurred to her to ask her 
friend what she was experiencing. 

"Matilda," she said softly, "how do you feel?" 

"It's very strange," Matilda answered. Her voice sounded different than it 
had ever sounded before. 

"What's very strange?" 

"The way I feel about myself." 

"Yes, that's it." Lavinia said. "Can you tell me more? Do you have any ideas 
about, about sex?" 

"Only that I am sexual, and that sexuality is difficult if not impossible to 
define. I see it as a kind of hard core in my body, vague, without true 
outline, but very real, and any definition, any restriction or rule imposed 
upon this core is artificial, and probably harmful. Sex is the physical 
expression of love or kinship with other people, just as the joy we feel or 
love for another person is the metaphysical expression, or the expression of 
the metaphysical. The whole question of what love acts are permissible and 
moral and which aren't is ridiculous. Anything we feel like doing, anything 
we are moved to do is all right. The only way we damage our capacity for 
love is by harboring guilt feelings, that is, by capitulating to the 
standards of others not in our actions but in our reactions - that is, by 
allowing ourselves to feel guilty for not complying inside with the rules 
laid down for outside conduct. But, I seem to be babbling. Does it sound 
clear?" 

"I know exactly what you're talking about." Lavinia said. "It's almost as if 
what I want to say, can't be said with words. You know, suddenly I know what 
love is, I know what sex is, and that's all that matters. All those people 
out there - they know intellectually, but they don't know emotionally, where 
it counts. You don't know anything if all your knowledge is intellectual. 
People who know things like that have heads full of shadows. I can see the 
light in this room and it's always been there. We get depressed, or caught 
up in the web of our crazy thoughts, always categorizing, always defining, 
and it's like building walls in front of our eyes until we can no longer see 
the light. We cloud our own minds. All the alternatives we feel offered to 
us at each second, they're ghosts. There are no alternatives; there is only 
the human animal in time, and anything he does is all right." 

"I love you," Matilda said frankly. 

Lavinia sat up on the bed. 

"I feel... " 

"Yes?" Matilda pressed. "Queer." Lavinia said. 

"Explain yourself." 

"It's called queer, I think, or it was called queer. On the outside, when a 
woman asks another woman to sleep with her, because she prefers women, they 
do it because the law says they cannot do it. I suppose they have reacted 
strongly to prudery and hypocrisy that once held sway over the people of 
this country. But they are just as wrong. No one can legislate and enforce 
the will of the spirit. I think the love, the desire I feel for you, 
Matilda, is very clear in my eyes for the first time. I love you. I prefer 
loving you to loving men, although I enjoy loving men. I see it exactly for 
what it is, and I know I am this way undoubtedly because of a set of 
circumstances in my childhood that made me this way, but I no longer find 
myself able to compare my way with the way of people who did not emerge from 
these circumstances. I love you, and that's it. If someone asked me to make 
love to them and I didn't want to, I would just have to say no." 

"Yes," Matilda bubbled. "I understand!" Tears streaked her cheeks. "I 
understand. What they want and what the doctor wants, it doesn't matter." 

"No, it doesn't matter," Lavinia said. 

Matilda sat up and looked down at Lavinia. Matilda's large eyes were moist 
and sparkling. 

Lavinia saw Matilda for the first time. 

A long, svelte, sleek creature of the fairest sex, her dark black hair 
tumbled in glimmering cascades over the round ivory curves of her trembling 
shoulders, down swirling around the full, feminine globes of her pink 
breasts, dark nippled, the tautness of her girlish abdomen, and the dark 
crux of her thighs where her legs were parted slightly as she leaned forward 
and placed her lips against Lavinia's mouth. 

They embraced. 

The ceiling was a rich blanket of fire dripping around them like small 
glowing stars falling through the air, showering them, or baskets of fiery 
flowers dripping warm succulent petals over the bed. The bed drifted into a 
deep blue field of sky, floating, and the water lapped at the bedposts, and 
the earth heaved far below them driving its dark green fuse up through their 
vibrating bodies as they relaxed side by side. Lavinia took Matilda into her 
arms and covered her salty eyes with kisses, kissing her neck, the hollow 
under her collar bone, her breasts, and licking the hard nipples with her 
tongue as Matilda's hands found Lavinia's breasts and lovingly squeezed 
them. She lowered her face and took one of Lavinia's tender pink nipples 
into her mouth, nursing it softly, her hand slipping between Lavinia's 
thighs, cupping the warm moistness of her sex, her finger parting the damp 
lips, penetrating, slipping fully into the vaginal passage. She caressed the 
soft wet tissue until Lavinia's crotch was glowing with the sweet sensual 
warmth. Then their mouths met again and like two different textures of rich 
honey their tongues flowed together. Their hot yearning breasts pressed 
together. Their thighs moved. Lavinia cupped her hands around the swelling 
cheeks of Matilda's buttocks and pulled her as close as possible. 

"Fuck me, love me, lick me," Matilda moaned. "I want you inside me! I want 
our bodies to be one body, now!" 

Lavinia released Matilda and turning, positioned her head against the warmth 
of Matilda's pulsing thighs. Matilda lifted one leg, resting it on her heel, 
and Lavinia began to lick the soft inner thighs. She kissed the dimples on 
either side of the pale sex, then she kissed the pussy and sucked the labia 
open, bursting into the soft redness there, the slick flesh, the running 
liquid candy of her being that flowed into Lavinia's mouth. She pressed her 
lips around the succulent cunt and sucked until her mouth was filled with 
the sweet taste. 

Matilda, most passionate, gently parted the lips of Lavinia's sex and began 
to lick the clitoris, quickly, with hot steaming strokes of her tongue, 
until a core of electrical energy in Lavinia throbbed with the caresses, and 
she felt herself drawn inexorably toward the explosions of gratification. 
They made it together. Shuddering and weeping for joy as they became one. 

Then the door opened. 

The room was filled with mist. 

The doctor was there, naked, as was Mr. Burgess, the other teachers, Mrs. 
Hatchett, Mr. Rimmer, the black gentleman, the lovely little redhead, 
several others, all naked. All were moving dreamlike through the roseate 
glow that may have been the drug and may not have been anything more than 
the pulsing of the joy the two girls had found in themselves. Lavinia was on 
her back and the black man lowered himself between her legs. It was all 
right now as his massive cock parted the dripping cunt lips and slid up to a 
place deep under her navel it seemed, Lavinia locking her legs around the 
strong hips, her hands clutching the massive strong black back, the man 
pushing into her, retreating, pushing in again, waves of pleasure saturating 
her body. The doctor was squatting on Matilda's breasts. She had his cock in 
her mouth. Her eyes were closed. On the floor, the redhead stood erect, Mr. 
Rimmer kneeling behind her, rimming her tight little asshole, and Mrs. 
Hatchett kneeling before her, her mouth pressed against the flaming crimson 
cunt, her hands massaging the tight arched thighs as she licked the pink 
insides of the pussy. Mr. Burgess lay with another male, a patient, on the 
floor, each lapping at the other's genitalia. The room went around and the 
ceiling glowed. The floor glowed. Did she prefer Matilda? Matilda was 
beautiful, tender, understanding, and so lovely, and as the doctor had said, 
each person had his own real preference. Was it girls for Lavinia? She had 
come to that conclusion, but now, with the powerful black body above her, 
gathering her into his arms, his damp lips nuzzling her neck, her firm 
breasts, she didn't know. She locked her legs as tightly and as high around 
the great back as she could manage, her cunt yawning to swallow the splendid 
staff that forced her labia apart and drove down into her tender depths. It 
was different than the lustful, delicious experience she had had with 
Matilda, but, to her surprise, she found that it was no less enjoyable. The 
marvelous big prick vibrated against the soft lining of her vulva, sending 
shivers of pure mounting delight in crescendos through her body, until she 
felt that a great electric surge shot up through her, charged with ecstasy, 
and she screamed out, "Oh yes, yes, fuck me, shove that big cock into me! I 
love it! I love it! Split me open!" And in that instant she came. A series 
of jarring explosions that left her shaken and tremendously satisfied. 

But, in actuality, she was far from satisfied. The big dark man rolled onto 
his back and sighed. Lavinia threw one leg across his midriff and began to 
lick the tight kinky hairs of his chest. She sucked his nipples, tongued 
them furiously until they were hard as stone. His skin was salty and moist 
and she tried to suck the very juices from it as she kissed down to the 
dimple of his navel. She ran her tongue around the cavity of his navel, at 
the same time gathering his large smooth nuts in her hand and caressing 
them. She fingered gently into his asshole. His cock seemed to grow larger 
as if by magic. It was larger in circumference than her wrist now, and 
almost a full foot long. She clutched the shaft just above the snarl of 
thick hair, squeezing it with her fingers until a shiny drop of pearly 
lubricant formed at the end of the round yellow glans. She lowered her face 
and with the tip of her hot tongue licked the drop of lubricant into her 
mouth, rolled it round savoring it, then swallowed it. She took the glans 
into her mouth and sucked it, gently at first, then more strongly, feeling 
it swell and grow, expanding, hard as rock now, and she pushed her head down 
swallowing as much of the musky prick as she could get into her mouth. He 
held the nape of her neck and eased his hips up. Then he exploded and her 
mouth was filled with a thick warm paste which she swallowed convulsively. 
Still not satiated, Lavinia lay on her side and, clutching the black man's 
strong muscled buttocks she drew him once more into her mouth. This time she 
did not move her head, but rested it on the bed while he stroked into her, 
slowly, rhythmically. As he fucked her mouth, Mrs. Hatchett crawled onto the 
bed and began to lap the come and perspiration from Lavinia's cunt. Lavinia 
parted her legs and afforded the old lady plenty of room for this 
ministration. After the stupendous orgasm she had had on the end of the 
man's giant prick, she was quite sensitive, and the gentle kissing and 
lapping delivered by Mrs. Hatchett was a wonderful sensation soothing, 
moving Lavinia toward a realm of utter satisfaction with the indiscriminate 
attention she was receiving. She wriggled her round, smooth little buttocks 
and elevated her hips slightly so the broad, flat leaf of Mrs. Hatchett's 
tongue could pierce the tender, dripping labia and caress the soft wet vulva 
linings. Her friend, Matilda, sat now on the black man's face, one long pale 
leg on either side of his face, his lips circling her cunt and the sharp 
spade of his tongue furrowing into her. She rocked and moaned back and forth 
as he ate her, his hands clutching her buttery soft cheeks, drawing her down 
onto him, the room filled with his uninhibited slurping and sucking noises. 
Mrs. Hatchett lapped furiously at Lavinia's cunt now, and behind her knelt 
Mr. Rimmer, his hands pulling the fat hams of her ass apart to bare the 
wrinkled purple eye of her anus, into which he drove his tongue like a bear 
probing a thick, oozing honeycomb. Mrs. Hatchett squealed into Lavinia's 
cunt and wriggled her bottom against the attentive Mr. Rimmer. Lying on the 
floor under Mr. Rimmer was Mr. Burgess, his face flushed, his mouth cradling 
the long, skinny scrotum of the old man. The room spun around and a thousand 
colored lights flashed simultaneously in Lavinia, in Matilda's skull, and 
they felt luxuriously, as if they were bathing in a warm milk bath of 
flowing sperm. 

The next morning, when Lavinia and Matilda awoke, the room had been 
thoroughly cleaned and aired. They rose and put their clothes on and left 
the room, walking down the long corridor to the bathing quarters. Neither 
spoke to the other, although they felt as close as they had ever been, and 
Lavinia felt as satisfied as she could remember having felt at any time in 
her life. 

The water was wonderful. Only when they had submerged themselves and had 
swum and splashed about, did they bother speaking, and then it was to deal 
in pleasant inanities about the water, about how they felt physically, and 
how wonderful the new world suddenly seemed. They were both apprehensive 
however, for they knew that the second and most mysterious part of the dream 
testing was to follow. They would be isolated, away from each other, for as 
long as necessary, whatever that meant. 

They embraced playfully several times, like children, and then climbed onto 
the cool porcelain and stretched out to rest. 

When the gong rang, calling the patients to the cafeteria, they rose and 
made their way with a swarm of other patients into the wide, cavernous room, 
filled with tables and steaming trays. The food, although not unusual, 
affected both of them in a very positive way. They ate slowly and chatted 
with Mr. Burgess, who had taken a seat with them. It was curious to note 
that Mr. Burgess also refrained from speaking directly about their 
experience of the night before. He ate and chatted about his classes, the 
other patients, his students, and about life in general. Saying nothing 
specific about any of these subjects, he indicated by the general drift of 
his conversation that he, too, felt unusually pleasant this morning, and 
reflected with his broad smiles and talk the same optimistic attitude shared 
by the girls. 

After the lengthy meal, they deposited their trays on the conveyor belt and 
went back to their room. When they passed through the door, they found the 
doctor waiting for them. He seemed quite serious. 

"Why the grim look?" Lavinia asked. 

"No reason, other than the fact that I always take my work seriously, and 
especially when two of my best pupils are involved." 

"Pupils?" Matilda parroted, a surprised look on her face. 

"Yes, pupils," the doctor said. "You're no longer patients. How does that 
make you feel?" 

"It makes me wonder, frankly, if I was ever mad." Lavinia said. 

"Yes, that's my reaction, too," Matilda said. 

"Well, it's touchy business, saying who is mad and who isn't," the doctor 
chuckled. "As a rule, anyone who doesn't conform to the norm of social 
conduct is considered eccentric, which only means, mildly mad. It's a nice 
way they have of saying something. And when you act in a manner that goes 
completely against the grain of accepted and established standards, then 
you're mad, technically. Of course, we know differently. It's not only very 
possible for a whole society to be mad, that is usually the case, since 
madness is primarily a result of fear, and the majority of people are afraid 
of everything, afraid of their own minds, their own sex, everything, and 
society is made up of a majority of the people. No, you're not mad, but you 
were once seriously maladjusted, and as a result of your own belief that 
something was wrong with you, you thought yourselves mad, and, therefore, 
perhaps you were, a little. I've taught you, I believe, that people who feel 
guilty for their natural instincts are mad, and that people who conduct 
themselves as they wish, in a manner that does not physically threaten 
others, are healthy. Regardless of what they want to do." 

"Does that mean that we will not go through the individual dream testing?" 
Matilda asked. 

"No," the doctor said. "The individual dream testing is the most important 
part of the training. You're no longer under cure; it's simply training now. 
What will take place is this. You will be in separate rooms. After you've 
settled in and familiarized yourselves with your surroundings, I will 
administer to each of you a drug which is manufactured here on the premises. 
The drug will destroy your ability to distinguish between reality and 
fantasy. It also contains an erotic stimulant. You will he in bed and your 
erotic fantasies, will become reality. Through this experience you will 
discover finally just exactly what it is you are most prone to enjoy as a 
sexual experience. Do not be alarmed by the manifestations of the drug. 
Anything can happen. It will last anywhere from five to ten hours. I will be 
observing both of you over a private, concealed television system, so if at 
any point either of you become too excited, I can rush in and administer the 
antidote. It will bring you down immediately. After that we will see how you 
feel about going back into the city and carrying out my plans." 

"It sounds a little spooky," Matilda said. "What happens for instance, if 
one of us has a secret fantasy of being devoured alive by a lover? Will that 
really happen in our minds?" 

"What you mustn't forget," the doctor said, "is that people have fantasies 
because they are pleasant. Even a masochist's fantasies bring him orgasms. 
If you conjured a beast to devour you, it would be pleasant. Do you see?" 

"I think I begin to see," Lavinia said. "And after the testing, we can 
examine what we saw and establish some sort of perspective as to where we 
are sexually." 

"That's about right," the doctor said. 

"Well, it sounds very exciting," Matilda said. "When does it start?" 

"Tomorrow morning, after breakfast. I'm going to let the two of you spend 
the night together tonight, and after breakfast you will be taken to the 
dream testing rooms. You will be given the morning to familiarize yourselves 
with these rooms, and at noon I will administer the drug." 

"Good," Lavinia said. "I'm suddenly looking forward to it, eagerly." 

"Fine!" The doctor rose and kissed each of the girls on the cheek. "I'll see 
you tomorrow at breakfast." 

The doctor left the room and the two girls sighed, reclining on the bed. 

"Are you afraid at all?" Matilda asked. 

"A little, at times," she said. "But I find that I trust him, after all this 
time. I trust him completely." 

"I suppose I trust him too," Matilda said. "But the thought of being 
suddenly unable to distinguish reality from fantasy is a little unsettling. 
I hope he knows what he is talking about, when he says all fantasies give 
pleasure to the person who has them." 

"I'm sure that's true," Lavinia said. 

The girls spent the rest of the day reading and walking around the grounds. 
They saw Mr. Burgess, Mrs. Hatchett, Mr. Rimmer and all the others out 
taking the air, but no one mentioned the orgiastic games of the recent past. 
Everything seemed to be as it was. Mr. Rimmer was busy trying to corner Mrs. 
Hatchett into going into the shrubbery with him. It gave the two girls a big 
charge when, after peeking furtively around the hedges, Mrs. Hatchett 
relented. They wondered if she relented out of hedonism or duty to the 
patient, then decided it actually didn't matter. 

They both felt, as they walked around the grounds, that something very big 
was taking place within them. Something good that was long overdue. They 
felt very cheerful and held hands laughing and talking like two schoolgirls. 
The grounds seemed particularly green and odorous, and they both realized - 
they had been so preoccupied before as not to notice - that spring was 
coming on. Flowers growing along the hedges and segmenting the lawns gave 
off their vast perfumes and filled the air with the incense of nature. It 
was a wonderful afternoon and they stayed, sitting on the benches and 
chatting amiably with other patients, until the sun went down. Neither went 
into the cafeteria for dinner. They were both a little tense in spite of 
their good-natured giddiness, but they had overcome to a great extent the 
apprehension they had felt immediately after the doctor's briefing. They 
rose and went back to their room just as the sun went down and night came 
creeping like a lady in a deep purple velvet gown over the institution. 

When they reached their room and closed the door, they hurriedly undressed 
and climbed under the covers. Breathless, and without speech, they touched 
each other. Matilda's delicate little hand nestled in the cleavage of 
Lavinia's buttocks, and Lavinia massaged the knotted clitoris of her lover. 
They lay like this for some time, neither making an overture beyond the 
idle, delicious play. Then suddenly they turned and lay each with her face 
nestled between the pale warmth of the other's thighs. Lavinia thought 
Matilda had never tasted sweeter. She licked the moist insides of her labia 
until the pussy yawned voraciously to accept her tongue. She licked as far 
inside as possible receiving the exact treatment from Matilda, whose sweet 
little mouth burrowed into Lavinia's cunt like a warm, wet animal, eager to 
give the maximum pleasure. They came, but this event did not slacken their 
ardor. Continuing, almost as if no release had been attained, they sucked 
almost violently now at their cunts, pulling the soft hairy flesh into their 
mouths and lapping noisily, greedily, until once more they were gasping and 
bursting with ecstasy. Afterwards they passed into a deep, dreamless sleep. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The next morning the girls were granted a period of grace, for they woke 
with absolutely no memory of what was to take place that day, until the door 
opened and the doctor came in. 

"Oh!" Lavinia said softly. 

"Good morning, Lavinia, Matilda," the doctor said. "I have the medicine for 
you. It won't take effect until about noon. There is no nausea so you won't 
have to omit breakfast. I suggest that when Mrs. Hatchett shows you into 
your separate rooms, you he down and close your eyes and just let your minds 
go. The drug will take effect much faster, and your period will begin 
sooner. There's absolutely nothing to worry about. I would like to see you 
after breakfast but I can't, so Mrs. Hatchett will give you any necessary 
last minute instructions." 

"Are you busy?" Lavinia asked. 

"Yes," the doctor chuckled. "Mr. Rimmer did a strange thing last night. He 
escaped. The same way you two escaped, only out through a different route. 
But the result was the same. He was arrested and brought to court. I'm going 
in to bring him back. He has to do another year here beyond his cure date, 
now. Same as the two of you. I know it's bad for him, but I can't help 
seeing the humor in the old man's conduct. He's a funny old fellow. 

"Here, you may as well take these now, then go on and have breakfast. I'll 
see you in a couple of days at most." 

He handed the pills to the girls and they swallowed them. Then the doctor 
was gone. 

On the light note of Mr. Rimmer's escape and capture, Matilda and Lavinia 
went off to eat, ate little, and on their way out of the cafeteria, they 
were approached by Mrs. Hatchett. 

"Come on girls," she said cheerfully, "I'll take you to your rooms." 

They entered a seldomly frequented wing of the building and stopped before a 
door. 

"This is yours, Matilda. Go on inside and he down on the bed. We'll be 
watching, and it will be pleasant anyway, so don't worry about a thing, 
dear." 

Lavinia kissed Matilda good-bye, and went on down the hall with Mrs. 
Hatchett. A few doors more and they were at her room. 

"Here you go, Lavinia. Have pleasant dreams." 

"I will, hopefully," Lavinia said. Then the door closed behind her and she 
was gone. 

The room was an ordinary one-room apartment with adjoining bathroom. The bed 
was wide and soft. She took her clothes off, showered quickly and dried 
herself, then stretched out on the bed. She was already drowsy, but had no 
idea if this was a result of the drug or natural weariness. 

The walls of the apartment were pale blue. Very pleasant. And the soft mist 
seeping from the invisible pores of the walls was also pleasant. Very soft, 
damp, shimmering, as if veiling a muted light. She felt the comfortable 
mattress under her body and saw the ceiling, obscured completely now by the 
mist. Something was there. A painting? A ceiling mural? She couldn't be 
certain. She tried hard to focus her eyes and peer through the mist. Leaves. 
Heavy branches covered with thick leafy foliage towered above her, breaking 
away into patches of clear blue sky. A few birds sailed far overhead. 
Somewhere water lapped at the edges of a pond. Grass rustled. The air was 
rich and loamy with the fecund odors of virgin woods. 

Lavinia, dripping naked, emerged from the crystal stream and walked across 
the thick green grass of the forest floor. The water was like liquid 
crystal, cool and refreshing. She liked the way it glistened in little 
diamond droplets over the smooth, tawny surface of her skin. She hadn't wet 
her hair, and it hung now in dry, sheafy bundles down her back. It swirled 
and brushed luxuriously against her slim waist, the smooth, round globes of 
her ass. 

She reached the grape-hung clearing where she wanted to lie in the drowsy 
shade, and she stretched out on the moss. Then she heard the music. Faint at 
first, so it was impossible to determine what sort of instrument was 
producing the music, it became more distinct second by second, as if the 
music source were mobile, approaching her with sure, strong strides. She sat 
up and listened intently now. There was some alien factor, some strange 
quality in the music which fascinated her. It was like the wood itself had 
awoke, giving voice to its deep, leafy fecundity. The music was the soft 
wind blowing over still dales, through the leaf-gorged knots of trees and 
shrubbery, out of the dank, mysterious caves. She became entranced. She rose 
and walked a few steps toward the approaching music, passing out of the 
clearing and into the thicker part of the forest. She was surrounded by 
thick shadows, and the green incense of trees, untouched directly by 
sunlight for years. 

The satyr came out of one of the darkest of these shadows, with a bound, 
stopping short on his cloven hooves, slowly taking the pipe from his heavy, 
sensual lips. His body carried the rank odor of fur and perspiration, and 
another, unmistakable odor, similar to the heat odor of livestock. His legs 
from the waist down were thick with dark fur, and from the waist up he had 
the human physique of a body builder. His whole facial expression was one of 
uninhibited lust and joy. 

Lavinia saw the creature and gasped. Not frightened to flight, she became 
even more entranced by the creature's beauty. He was pure animal grace as he 
did a little expressive dance around her, bringing once more to his lips the 
reed flute with which he had made the lovely music. This time, the sharp, 
clear notes went through her like arrows. Her nerves tingled, and then her 
attention shifted, almost as if forced by some external entity, toward the 
satyr's genitals. 

His nuts were like billiard balls, in a leathery, furry pouch that swung low 
between his legs as he danced. And his cock was the most splendid organ 
Lavinia had ever seen. As wide and thick as a man's wrist, it was about nine 
inches long, with a glans the size of a crab apple. The sheath was covered 
with a fine, feltlike fur. The bestial cock was partly erect, but growing 
firmer with each step toward Lavinia. 

At the last instant, when the satyr dropped his pipes and leaped for her, 
she panicked! With a frightened, girlish shriek she bolted and dashed back 
toward the clearing and the stream. 

But her flight was useless. 

She felt the thing's hot, musky breath on her back, then his strong, sinewy 
arms around her waist, and the great weight of his body dragging her to the 
soft earth. She squirmed and struck at the satyr, who laughed now, lustily, 
with a sound approximating the joyous whinny of a goat, or perhaps a small 
horse. His toothy jaw closed over one of her firm vanilla breasts. His teeth 
sank in, and with his rough, porous tongue, he worried her nipple until it 
burst forth, swollen like a ripe fruit. 

Aware that she was at the creature's unnatural, whimsical mercy, she stopped 
resisting, and pretended to have fainted. 

The satyr chuckled hoarsely and, releasing his hold on her breast, he parted 
her legs roughly and began to lap at the soft, down pot of her cunt with the 
long, broad tongue. It slithered into her at least six inches, slithered 
out, then in again, and it was more delight than she could stand. She gave 
up her ruse of unconsciousness and lifted her long, slim legs high, and held 
them as far apart as possible. The satyr threw his maned head back and 
laughed heartily now, then set to applying his marvelous tongue to her 
thighs. He wet her legs liberally, then, parting the pink cheeks of her ass 
he began to lick her asshole. His tongue pried into the tiny hole, darted 
into it, deep, then withdrew. She was in a fit of ecstasy now. She showed 
the thing with her frantic gestures that she wanted to taste that splendid 
cock between his legs. He snorted and seated himself on the grass beside 
her. She knelt between his legs, her hands wound in the thick fur, and 
lapped hungrily at his nuts until the fur was slick with saliva. This 
treatment caused the organ to expand and grow at least another three inches. 
She placed the round oval of her pouted lips against the base of the cock 
and sucked until the creature began to gasp with pleasure. Then she traced a 
line up the erect organ with her tongue, until she was able to suck the 
apple into her mouth and savor it. She wanted to suck the juice from it, 
clutching his legs and moaning as he drove the prick into her until it 
butted against the back of her throat. 

When she was certain she had sucked him until he was on the verge of coming, 
he withdrew, grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and threw her onto her 
stomach. Before she could rise he pounced on her, parted her legs with his 
knees and drove half the massive tool deep into her anus. A lance of fire 
shot through her body and she screamed, but by the time the satyr had 
stroked into her two or three times, she loosened, and accepted the portion 
of the great cock which he had administered to her. The pain gradually 
became a dull, throbbing pleasure. He nibbled at her ears and neck until she 
shivered, and once more, as his movement and breath predicted a stupendous 
orgasm, he withdrew. This time he turned her onto her back, and before she 
could blink her eyes in astonishment at his great strength, he rammed the 
twelve inches of throbbing hot prick into her wet cunt, jamming it home 
until the wet sack of his nuts slapped against her asshole. She shrieked 
with pleasure and locked her legs around his waist, screwing her body onto 
that burgeoning prick as it sent wave after wave of orgasms through her 
body. She thought she would fall apart with excess of pure pleasure. She was 
half delirious, when she felt the satyr withdraw, then opened her mouth and 
received his cock once more as it burst and filled her throat with come that 
was like warm honey. 

When Lavinia awoke, she didn't know where she was. She sat up and looked 
around. When her head cleared she saw that she sat beside a clear stream, in 
a gentle, grassy clearing. On the other side of the stream were several 
stone cottages, and on this side, not too far away, was a large crude 
cathedral. Bells were ringing, and people filed into the church, dressed in 
their best clothes. 

Lavinia felt an overpowering desire to go to confession. In spite of the 
fact that the clothes she wore were simple and plain, she rose and joined 
the procession filing into the church. When she was inside she saw that the 
services were over, so she waited for a moment until one of the 
confessionals emptied, then she went inside and closed the curtain. 

A thin gauze cloth separated her from the confessor, and without thinking, 
Lavinia pulled this away. 

The man on the other side of her, although dressed in black and wearing the 
traditional white collar, seemed rather young. His face was bright and 
blemishless, as if fired from behind by the light of grace. 

"What would you like to tell me?" he asked. 

Lavinia said nothing. It was like being outside herself and watching her 
body go through the act of undressing. The confessor watched calmly as she 
removed her clothes and spread her legs in the seat so the man could see the 
soft clump of hair between her sweet, pale thighs. He reached out with one 
hand and sprinkled a little holy water on her breasts. He tweaked her 
nipples until they were taut. 

"Please place your heels on the seat, child," the man said. And gathering up 
his robes, he dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth against the damp 
lips of her vagina. She laced her fingers behind his head and pushed her 
cunt against the cool tongue that parted her lips and slipped into the 
nestle of her vulva. It felt wonderful. He ate her calmly, licking the 
clitoris, the spongy vaginal walls. When she became aroused and her panting 
filled the small booth, the man held her lips apart with his fingers and 
sucked at her clitoris until she stiffened, groaned, and came. When she 
opened her eyes he was standing beside her and they were, surprisingly 
enough, in an open field. At one end of the field was a barn with a large, 
hanging door. 

"Come with me, child," he said. "There are exciting things to do in there. 
Let us go there at once." 

When they entered the barn Lavinia saw that, rather than cows standing with 
their necks in the stalls, (for it was a dairy barn,) there stood, bent at 
the waist and masked with feed bags, twenty or thirty women. One of the 
stalls was empty and it was here Lavinia's confessor led her, telling her to 
bend forward so he could adjust the planks against her neck to hold her in 
place. She did as he bid without questioning him. When she was locked firmly 
in place, the confessor disrobed and took from a rack on the wall part of a 
horse rein. It was a single leather strap about an inch wide and a quarter 
of an inch thick. With this in hand, he walked piously up and down the line 
of exposed buttocks, giving all a sound lashing. The blows fell stinging and 
painful on Lavinia's buttocks and thighs. She cried out and salty tears 
welled up in her eyes. 

When the man had finished applying the lash to the row of quivering 
buttocks, the pillars of wealed flanks, he stripped his garment off and 
stroked his knotty, gnarled cock until it grew erect, then he proceeded to 
penetrate the women, one at a time, beginning with the first in line and 
progressing until he had slipped his organ, one stroke per woman, into each 
of his victims. Lavinia had felt his tool slide into the moistened cavity of 
her vagina, then withdraw, and heard the woman next to her gasp as the 
confessor made his rounds. When he had finished, he came around to the other 
side of the stalls and brutally snapped Lavinia's head back by yanking her 
hair, and instructed her to open her mouth. He plunged his prick into her 
mouth and came immediately. 

Everything became misty. 

Lavinia was released from the cow stocks, and a leash was placed around her 
neck. 

Someone led her from the barn, back through the pastures and down to the 
stream. She was released and her captor disappeared. 

Exhausted, the girl plunged into the cool water and splashed about, and 
floated gently in the stream until she felt her strength returning. Across 
the stream, swimming slowly along the bank, eating lazily the small insects 
which clung to floating lily pads, were three swans. Two were smaller, and 
spotted with black, but the third was an enormous white bird of extremely 
elegant demeanor. He turned his long thin neck and gazed at Lavinia for a 
moment and glided toward her. 

Lavinia was delighted with the swan. She reached out and turned to caress 
the long neck and the snowy feathers. The swan wasn't at all afraid, and 
followed her to the bank when she had finished swimming and pulled herself 
back onto land. 

The sunlight was warm and comforting. Lavinia stretched out on the grass and 
closed her eyes. She felt wonderful. She slept. But not for long. 

The swan flew against her with his great weight, furiously flapping his 
large wings in her face. She tried to sit up to push the bird away, but he 
was too large, too intent, and he had already situated his bulk on the 
girl's stomach. She placed her hands against the bird's massive chest and 
pushed with all her might, but he struck viciously at her, fastening his 
beak onto her neck and holding her against the earth. His feet were 
scratching her thighs, and to alleviate the pain she spread them, forcing 
the bird to find new footing on the ground. And this is what he wanted. He 
lunged forward and in that instant Lavinia was pierced in a most 
extraordinary fashion. A long, slim, feathered shaft sank into her pussy. 
She was pierced so deeply her thighs loosened and fell away from the 
advance. It was not painful. Like sudden flashes of lightning, the bird 
threw himself against her, sending waves of pleasure through her glowing 
loins. At last she succumbed. She lay on the grass while the swan fucked 
her, flapping his wings and shrieking hysterically. She passed out from 
sheer delight of her orgasm. 

"Lavinia?" 

The voice spoke her name softly and she opened her eyes. She was in her room 
at the institute, and the doctor stood over her bed, smiling down at her. He 
held her wrist in his fingers and looked at the watch in his hand. 

"What happened?" she murmured. She could feel the wetness of her thighs and 
knew she had come from the realistic force of her dreams. 

"The dream testing has come to an end for you," the doctor said. "Matilda, 
too. We brought her out about an hour ago, and she's fine." 

"I feel wonderful," Lavinia said, sitting up and resting her back against 
the wall. "I'd like to see her." 

"You may see her this afternoon, after you've both rested." the doctor said. 
"I'm going to give you a vitamin injection, as the drug dehydrates the 
system, and I don't want to take any chances on ruining your health. What 
kind of dreams did you have, if you don't mind my asking." 

"I don't mind. First there was a satyr, then a priest, and last I was raped 
by a large bird. A swan. I found every experience most enjoyable. I feel 
good, really good, for the first time in, I don't know how long." 

"What else do you remember?" he asked. 

She didn't understand exactly what the doctor meant until she began to page 
through her mind, and realized that she recalled most of her life, even that 
prior to her admittance to the institute. 

She had come from an average home, average parents, and grown up in the 
city. From early adolescence on she had been fascinated with oral sex, and 
eventually could tolerate no other style. She had gone to a certified party 
in her sophomore year and was asked to participate in fornication by a 
handsome young man. She had refused, insisting that they eat each other and 
nothing else. One of Lavinia's school rivals overheard her refusal and 
turned her in to the morals police. It was then that she had been committed 
to the institute for her abnormal behavior. 

"I, I remember it all," she said. 

"I thought so. And how do you feel now, offhandedly, about sex?" 

"I think I can enjoy any kind, anyway, but I don't want to do anything 
unless I happen to feel I like it at the moment." 

"Very good," he smiled. "I think that in a few hours, when the drug wears 
off, and you collect yourself, most of your feelings and ideas about this 
will be more clear, and if everything has worked as I attempted to make it 
work, you will find that you have the courage of your convictions." 

He gave her the vitamin injection and left the room. She did, indeed, feel 
very good and went to sleep. 

Toward evening she awoke again, dressed, and left the room, walking down the 
corridor toward the cafeteria. 

It was with a new perspective that Lavinia saw the familiar faces in the 
cafeteria. Mr. Rimmer, Mr. Burgess, the redhead, the dark man, all the 
others, appeared to her to be wearing the masks of their particular 
afflictions, and she wondered if she saw them thus because she had attained 
a degree of health that she had never known before. 

Matilda sat beside Mrs. Hatchett at a table in the far comer, and after 
getting her tray, Lavinia went to sit with them. Matilda was very calm, and 
she greeted Lavinia with a warm, loving smile and a peck on the cheek. 

"It was fantastic!" she said, as Lavinia seated herself. 

"It certainly was," Lavinia agreed. "How do you feel?" 

"Wonderful!" Matilda exclaimed. "I can't wait to get to work!" 

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait," Mrs. Hatchett said. "You still have to 
stay out the rest of your penalty term for escaping. Although you know 
there's nothing the doctor would like better than to get the two of you out 
in the field right away. He has seven cases in court now, and three of them 
look like they have a very good chance of getting into the higher courts. 
That's where we'll make our victory, if we ever do." 

"Are we really cured?" Lavinia asked. 

"Yes, you're both quite normal," Mrs. Hatchett laughed. "In fact, neither of 
you were very sick to begin with. Tomorrow morning you'll be put on the 
staff, and from that time on the state pays you for being here." 

"How funny!" Matilda said. "And it was the state that put us in here." 

"Everything works out," Mrs. Hatchett said ironically. "You'll go back to 
your old room, with full permission to go anywhere on the grounds now, and 
once a month you will be given a pass to go into the city for a few hours. 
Well try to make it as pleasant as possible, and I think you will find the 
work interesting. The doctor said something about using you to give classes. 
Two classes are open. One in fornication and the other in oral sex. You can 
choose or you can change off as the mood strikes." 

That night, in their old room, they lay nude on the bed and listened to soft 
music piped in over the new sound system. 

"Lavinia, do you still feel the same way about me?" 

"Of course I do, Matilda," Lavinia said. She ran her fingers through 
Matilda's long, glossy black hair. Matilda's face was clear and shining. 

"I'm glad," Matilda said. "Because I want to be with you always. I feel that 
way about you, and it's what I want. Oh, I don't mean the doctor's cure 
didn't work. I'll want men, too, and in fact I might even like to be married 
some day, but I'll always want you." 

Matilda placed the tip of her tongue against Lavinia's nipple, then took the 
bud into her mouth and suckled it gently. 

As the effects of this gentle nursing manifesto I in Lavinia's cheeks, 
Matilda moved to the other nipple and kissed that in the same fashion. When 
both were taut and shiny, she kissed her between her rising breasts, 
extended her tongue, and traced a thin wet line to the navel, where she let 
her tongue sink amorously, rolling and moving in a circular motion until 
Lavinia moaned and opened her thighs slightly. Matilda let her hand rest on 
Lavinia's pussy until she felt it become warm and damp, then, with her 
forefinger and thumb, she parted the labia and began to slowly, gently, 
caress her clitoris. 

"How I love that hot little flower bud between your legs," she said. "I love 
to feel it grow and get hard when I touch it, and I love the way it tastes 
when I fit my mouth to your pussy and touch it with my tongue." 

"Oh Matilda!" Lavinia groaned, feeling the warm waves moving up her thighs 
and into her abdomen. "Oh Matilda, make love to me! Suck me! Eat my come!" 

Matilda, whose face lay resting on the aroused Lavinia's flat abdomen, moved 
swiftly to a kneeling position between her legs, hooked her hands in the 
crooks of Lavinia's knees and pushed her legs back until her kneecaps lay 
next to her hardened, thriving breasts. Her cunt split open and the pink 
drooling flesh lay bare to the ravaging lips and tongue Matilda placed 
there. She sucked the whole apparatus of outer and inner labia into her 
mouth, driving her long, stiff tongue like a hot cock into the moist 
yielding softness. 

It was then, in that act of love, that Lavinia and Matilda both realized to 
what extent they had been changed by the doctor's labors. Always before 
during their lovemaking, however liberated it may have been at times, there 
was always the little web of furtiveness, the hint of guilt in action, 
movement, and even in speech. But now, there was only joy. 

As Matilda sucked and lapped at Lavinia's widening cunt she laughed and 
giggled with sheer pleasure, and not for one moment was she hindered by any 
trace of guilt. She held her lover's long legs high apart, and lapped her 
thighs, the deep dimples on either side of her sex, heir cunt lips,. and her 
clitoris, with growing joy and abandon. Lavinia wound her fingers in 
Matilda's loosened hair and screwed her hips upward against the fountainous 
source of pleasure which was like a slow liquid flow of electricity bursting 
in the deepest nerve centers. A great dam burst inside her loins and an 
ocean of white froth sprang from her snatch, sweetened by the nuzzling, 
sucking lips that clung to her crotch, nursed from that source all the flow 
and ecstasy it could put forth. In the throes of her passion, Lavinia, sated 
with her orgasm, broke from Matilda's grasp and, throwing herself across the 
girl, hurriedly parted her burgeoning thighs and began to suck her clitoris. 
Matilda drove her forefinger into Lavinia's asshole, which yawned wide as a 
result of her coming, and this spurred a similar action on Lavinia's part, 
who pried her finger into the tight little hole of Matilda's anus and worked 
it into that passage clean to the last knuckle. They were both delirious. 
Lavinia formed a tight oval of her lips around the salivating slit of 
Matilda's cunt, and with all her strength, sucked until her mouth filled 
with the gummy, wet juices. Her chin dripped and her inflamed cheeks were 
filled, smeared with Matilda's lubrications. It was as if their ardor 
transformed their surroundings into a sylvan-glinted panorama of glowing and 
translucent objects. The walls oozed light. Lavinia didn't know when Matilda 
began to eat her again, but suddenly she was coming and, Matilda was coming. 
Their essential persons were washed together in a scalding flow of sperm, 
wave after undulating wave, washing them against the stripped, shoals of 
their own pure sexuality. 

They slept, and when they woke it was dark. Lavinia rose and went to the 
window, peering out over the neatly trimmed lawn at the austere white walls 
of the institute and its spreading gray wings. She had recalled finally all 
her past, and she understood that her neurotic oral obsession was a reaction 
to the psychologically adverse morality imposed on society by the powers at 
large. Her past was for her, now, irrelevant to her life. She savored her 
present relationship with Matilda, and intended to preserve it. And she 
looked forward to carrying the doctor's crusade for the renovation of social 
attitudes toward sexual behavior. She felt good, and she felt complete. 

Matilda was lying on her side, sleeping soundly. A shaft of moonlight fell 
across her exquisite, girlish breasts. Lavinia felt her emotions kindled by 
this sight, and, warming again toward her companion she went back to the bed 
and stretched out, lying with her face behind Matilda's head, her nose 
thrust into the musky swatches of her hair. She caressed Matilda's soft 
buttocks, fingered the damp tuft of hair that covered the sweet crease of 
her sex. Matilda only moaned gently and unconsciously parted her thighs for 
the soft probe of Lavinia's finger. She rubbed Matilda's clitoris for a few 
seconds, and in her sleep, Matilda came. 

The next morning the girls woke and went to their job briefings. Matilda 
would be in charge of instruction in the various methods of fornication, and 
Lavinia would take charge of classes in oral sex. 

The first week of these new activities found the girls eager and inventive 
in their task, and the doctor more than once took notice of the fact that 
they were eliciting great responses from the student-patients. In fact, 
after the first month, each of the girls had contributed greatly toward the 
final cure of several older patients, and many of the new ones made the 
transference necessary for their mental health. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Lavinia taught oral sex for six months, and at the end of that period she 
agreed with Matilda to change classes with her, partially for her own 
benefit and yet, primarily, just to break the growing boredom of routine. 
Passes into the city had been made available to them almost immediately 
after the dream testing period, but they had no real desire to take 
advantage of this privilege. After the class changes, however, the doctor 
suggested they use their passes and go back into the city, if for no other 
reason than to acquaint themselves a little with the world they would be 
moving into. There would be no unnecessary strain as the passes were stamped 
by state officials and affixed with a notice that the bearer was not 
responsible for complying with sexual demands made by a citizen, and it was 
left to the patient's discretion whether or not he would engage in sex with 
anyone. It was under these conditions that Lavinia and Matilda, after all 
the months elapsed since their last abortive visit to the city, decided to 
return. 

On a Friday evening the doctor and Mrs. Hatchett sent one of the other 
instructors into town to buy reasonable clothing for Lavinia and Matilda. 
The clothes were tried, found to be satisfactory, and after the doctor gave 
them enough money to see them through the weekend, they went into town on a 
small supply bus which made regular trips back and forth between the 
institute and the city. 

"Well, the place certainly looks different during the day," Matilda remarked 
as they stepped off the bus and merged with the thronging pedestrians and 
shoppers on one of the main avenues. 

"Yes, I'll say!" Lavinia exclaimed. "Look at these people! They're all 
rushing around like the most urgent business was at hand. They look to me 
like they're under some kind of terrible strain!" 

They went into a coffee shop and sat at a small table next to the sidewalk. 
They watched the people, and they ordered soft drinks. Occasionally they 
exchanged intimate smiles, and everything seemed to be going fine for them. 
Once, a short, heavy man in a rumpled blue business suit stopped and gazed 
at them for a moment, then approached their table. 

"You want to go to a licensed party?" he asked. "No," Matilda said softly, 
"We don't!" An expression of shock and disbelief passed over the man's face. 
Lavinia reached into her purse and handed him the pass she had been given. 
He looked at it, scowled, then read the statement that excused them from 
participation. 

"A couple of nuts, eh!" he said bitterly, and turned and waddled down the 
street. Matilda laughed. 

When they had finished their drinks they went to a nearby newsstand and 
bought a newspaper. 

"Oh, listen to this!" she said, taking Lavinia's arm and leading her off the 
sliding sidewalk so they could stand out of the stream of traffic without 
being jostled. 

She read from an article on the first page: "... There is in our city an 
underground movement whose members refuse to acknowledge their normal sex 
drives. They maintain that an individual may have, without being sick, 
preference of partner and style, and that it is their constitutional right 
to refuse an invitation by someone they do not know, or someone who may ask 
them to do something they don't really care for. We have had difficulty with 
these social misfits before, and everyone knows that Doctor Haight of the 
nearby institute has filled the courts with what he calls test cases, to try 
the constitutionality of our laws which provide mandatory sexual 
gratification for everyone. Dr. Haight, considered something of a quack by 
many citizens, is revered by this cult... 

"It looks like we have some assistance from the enemy's ranks," Matilda 
laughed. "It goes on to say that the underground members of this cult often 
go to a certain club on Church Street to discuss the philosophical aspects 
of the problems, and that so far the city officials have not issued a 
proclamation concerning them." 

"Church Street," Lavinia mused. "Well, what do you say? Shall we take a 
cab?" 

A few minutes later they were getting out of a taxi in front of a 
dilapidated coffee house on a semideserted street in the slummy section of 
the city. 

"I don't see any club," Lavinia said. 

"It must be here. We'll just walk until we see it." 

They didn't have far to go. They walked about two blocks and finally came to 
a coffee house with a large sign hanging over the door. 

PEGASUS: HOME OF THE BELIEVERS Inside the coffee shop were six or seven men 
and women, dressed in clothes that were from a period at least a hundred 
years before, sporting long hair and beards. Without hesitating, the two 
girls went inside and ordered drinks. 

No sooner were they seated with their orders than a young man from a nearby 
table rose and came to sit with them. He had shoulder-length hair, a full 
beard, and wore a one-piece garment that covered all but his bare feet. He 
smiled at them and offered, without speaking, a cigarette which they had 
just seen him roll in a tiny machine which he had produced from a pocket 
concealed in his robe. 

"What is it?" Lavinia asked. 

"Try it and see," the young man laughed. "It won't hurt you, and it's not an 
aphrodisiac, I swear it." 

They lit the cigarette and smoked it. In a matter of seconds they felt the 
effect. 

"Why, it's the same drug the doctor gave us for the dream testing!" Matilda 
exclaimed. 

"Yes, but not nearly so powerful," Lavinia said. "It's very mild." 

"Are you from the institute?" the young man asked upon hearing their remark 
about dream testing. 

"Yes," Lavinia said. "We're patients. We are here on a weekend pass. 

"What are you planning to do when you're released?" he asked. 

Then Matilda told him their story, from the beginning, and as she talked, 
several other customers in the club came over to stand at the table, 
listening with great interest. When she had finished the tale, they began to 
introduce themselves. To the last, they had been members of the staff or 
patients at the institute. 

"We're winning," the young man claimed. "Over the past two years we've had a 
hundred cases come up in the courts. Many of them have established 
precedents. As soon as we manage to get a case into the highest court, we'll 
have really done something." 

"Why haven't you been able to do it?" Lavinia asked. 

"I suppose because we haven't been able to involve an important enough 
personage, and because the city's district attorney, Mr. Cartwright, seems 
bent on keeping these sex trials out of the high courts." 

They spent the evening talking, and as it approached time for the club to 
close, they were invited to spend the night at a large house on the 
outskirts of town where most of the cultists stayed. 

That night, they made love with several of the members. But it was a 
different affair by far than their last in the city. No one suggested or 
asked for cooperation. They simply came together, spontaneously, and did 
what each sincerely wanted to do for the other. It was during this long 
night that Lavinia conceived her plan. 

The next morning they were driven back into town by the first young man they 
had spoken to at the Pegasus. He let them off in the most elite residential 
district, as Lavinia requested. After giving them instructions and a 
telephone number to call in case they wanted to renew their acquaintance 
with the cultists, he drove away. 

"What on earth prompted you to come here?" Matilda asked. 

"I looked a name up in the phone directory last night," Lavinia said. "I 
have an idea, come on." 

They walked until Lavinia found the place they were looking for. It was a 
large fenced estate, with a guard at the entrance of the driveway. A huge 
three-story house sat away from the street, surrounded by landscaped gardens 
and trees. 

"Whose place is this?" Matilda asked. 

"Mr. Cartwright's, the district attorney!" Lavinia said. "I just wanted to 
make sure I knew where it was. I think you and I will be coming back here 
soon." 

Matilda could see that Lavinia was unwilling to say any more, so she allowed 
her to keep silent. They hailed another cab and spent the rest of their 
weekend doing typical tourist things in the city. 

The remainder of the girls' term at the institute passed rapidly. They 
taught their classes and became involved with the doctor until they had 
learned his philosophy well. By the time their sentences expired, there 
wasn't a patient in the institute who did not react with sadness to their 
departure. 

"I almost hate to see you leave," the doctor said as they sat in their room 
talking, surrounded by suitcases. 

"It's sad for us, too," Matilda said. "But we promise to return every so 
often, and besides, we have work to do. Work you prepared us for." 

"I know," the doctor smiled. "Still, it won't be the same around here 
without you. You know that. I wanted to talk to you before this about your 
lives on the outside, but I've kept putting it off because, I suppose, I 
didn't want to face the fact that you were both really leaving. Have you any 
ideas about what you are going to do?" 

"Lavinia says she has a plan, but I haven't heard it yet," Matilda said. "I 
trust her so I will wait. I'm willing to go along with whatever she has in 
mind. We will find some way to use what you've taught us, and as we told 
you, we made friends with the underground on our last visit to the city. We 
shouldn't have any trouble establishing ourselves." 

"If you do, just give me a ring and I'll do anything I can for you," the 
doctor said. "And as soon as you've made contact with the city officials, 
get in touch with me right away. I suggest you take it easy and enjoy 
yourselves for a little while before you make any move, however. You've been 
here a long time, and you deserve a rest." 

"Being here has been restful enough," Lavinia said. "I want to go to work 
right away. I've got a plan, and I think it will work." 

The first evening of their freedom found Lavinia and Matilda in the wealthy 
residential district they had visited before. A cab let them out a block or 
so away from the tall iron gate and the uniformed guard. 

"Cartwright's place?" Matilda questioned. 

"That's right," Lavinia said. "He's never exposed to his public. Therefore 
he can't be confronted with sexual demands by anyone other than those people 
he permits near him, and that isn't exactly the kind of situation that 
exists for John Q. Everybody." 

"What do you want to do?" Matilda asked. 

"We're going in there, and we're going to make our demands on him." 

"They'll arrest us for trespassing," Matilda said. 

"Yes, and we'll be guilty. But they'll also arrest us for molesting Mr. 
Cartwright and his wife. Which will get into court with a lot of publicity." 

"Oh Lavinia, that's brilliant!" Matilda exclaimed. "We go inside, we demand 
that he and his wife cooperate with us in a round of sex, and they will 
refuse!" 

"That's right! And technically, they've broken the law. We'll have them 
right where we want them, and think of the publicity!" 

"But how will we get inside?" Matilda asked. 

"If we broke out of the institution, we can break into Mr. Cartwright's 
house." 

The girls, excited to breathlessness by their plan, walked calmly past the 
guard at the gate, around the corner, and at the lowest place in the fence, 
scrambled over. It was easy. They dropped softly to the ground under a large 
grove of willows, and after waiting a moment to ascertain that the guard had 
not heard them, they began to skirt along the fence, in shadows, moving 
always toward the large house at the rear of the grounds. 

When they reached the house, they went around back and entered through a 
cellar window. The cellar was dank and dark, but soon they found the 
stairway and the door that opened onto the first floor of the mansion. 
Softly, they trod across the pile carpeting, past the huge, draped windows, 
and up the stairway that led to the second floor. 

After peering furtively into two rooms, a library and a study, they 
discovered the district attorney's sleeping quarters. 

Lavinia closed the door and locked it. 

Matilda turned the lights on. 

The man and his wife lay sleeping in a large, double bed. He was past middle 
age, but in good health, and actually not bad looking, Lavinia noticed. And 
his wife, much younger, was near the girls' age. It was she who awoke first. 
She looked at the girls in astonishment. 

"Who are you? What are you doing in our bedroom?" 

Quickly, Matilda and Lavinia shucked their clothes. They stood over the bed 
naked. Matilda grabbed the shocked woman's hand and thrust it between her 
legs. She grasped one of the woman's breasts and gave it a squeeze. 

"We came to make love to you and your husband!" she said. 

"George! George! The house is full of perverts!" Mrs. Cartwright screamed. 

Then he awoke and sat upright, his eyes fastened to the sleek beauty of the 
two girls who stood beside the bed. One of them was holding his wife's hand 
between her legs and fondling both her breasts now. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" he growled. "Who are you? I'll have you 
arrested for this!" 

"My name is Matilda, and this is Lavinia," Matilda laughed. "We request that 
you and your wife make love with us. Now." 

Before the man could answer, Matilda ripped the blanket away and revealed 
the bodies of the couple. Mrs. Cartwright was almost paralyzed. Mr. 
Cartwright was so flustered he could hardly speak. He blubbered and 
stammered as Lavinia came round the bed and grabbed his cock. She swung 
herself over him, her face toward his feet, her buttocks thrust up, her 
snatch inches from his mouth. 

"It's our constitutional right to demand sexual satisfaction from you!" she 
said. "And I want mine now. Get your tongue in this hot cunt of mine and 
start sucking it up, or you're breaking the law!" 

"George, this is insane!" Mrs. Cartwright howled. And then Matilda parted 
the lady's legs and fastened her mouth to her cunt. Mrs. Cartwright gasped 
and tried to sit up, but Matilda held her down, her tongue thriving in the 
tight gash. She had already found the woman's clitoris and, against her 
will, it was hardening. 

"Are you going to cooperate with us?" Lavinia asked. She took the man's limp 
cock into her mouth and rubbed the soft glans with the tip of her tongue. He 
writhed. 

"Of course not!" he screamed. "This is private property. You have no right 
to come in here! You're trespassing!" 

"We're guilty of trespassing," Lavinia said, releasing the suddenly 
semierect penis, "but if you don't cooperate, you're guilty of a far greater 
crime. A crime for which you've sent a lot of people to jail and the 
institution." 

"Get out of here!" he yelled. But Lavinia took his cock into her mouth again 
and sucked it until it yielded to her art, growing firm and erect. Still, he 
would not touch the sweet pussy she offered him. Nor was Mrs. Cartwright 
attempting to reciprocate, although Matilda had turned herself so she, too, 
had her sex thrust inches from her partner's face. She pulled the lips of 
Mrs. Cartwright's pussy apart with her fingers and lapped furiously at the 
swollen bud and at the pink folds of flesh. 

"I'll have you arrested for this!" The district attorney howled with rage 
and threw Lavinia off. He leaped from bed and dashed into the door, finding 
it locked. He fumbled with the lock for a moment, unlocked the door and 
flashed into the hallway. They could hear him dialing the telephone. 

Lavinia laughed and turned her attentions to Mrs. Cartwright, who lay 
gasping like a fish as Matilda sucked at her yawning cunt. 

"Cooperate!" Lavinia demanded. "It's the law!" Grabbing the lady's hair, she 
pushed her face into the soft crotch of Matilda's legs. Mrs. Cartwright 
gagged and pulled away. Lavinia bent her neck down and took one of the 
woman's breasts into her mouth. She spoke around clenched teeth. 

"Your husband has refused to cooperate, and that's all we need. If you don't 
cooperate, I'm going to bite the end of this tit off." 

"Please, please don't hurt me." 

Lavinia grated her teeth carefully against the nipple. She could hear the 
slurping noises Matilda made as she scraped at the foaming cunt with her 
tongue. 

Mrs. Cartwright, out of fear of injury, and perhaps because the attention 
Matilda gave her pussy was getting to her, succumbed. She closed her eyes 
and pressed her mouth against Matilda's snatch. Lavinia held her hand behind 
the woman's head to make certain she did not falter. 

"Put your tongue inside!" she hissed at the woman. 

Mrs. Cartwright slipped her tongue into Matilda's warm pot. Matilda moaned 
and wriggled her ass in the woman's face. 

"Put some heart in it!" Lavinia urged. 

Matilda thrust her finger into Mrs. Cartwright's asshole. She gasped and 
buckled under the thrust, her mouth wide over Matilda's cunt now, and 
Lavinia pressed her face harder into that softly haired dimple. 

"Eat it, Mrs. District Attorney!" she cried. 

Then, Mrs. Cartwright began to come, and as she came, she lost her last 
ounce of defense against the unusually stimulating erotic play that was 
being committed on her body. With a loud cry she began to lap hungrily at 
the dampness between Matilda's legs. 

Everyone heard the sirens. 

When Mrs. Cartwright began her second shuddering orgasm, Matilda released 
her and threw her arms around Lavinia. They kissed. She slid down and parted 
Lavinia's legs. Mrs. Cartwright watched with the eyes of a zombie. 

Laughing with the hysterical joy of their accomplishment, and with the 
ecstasy Matilda was wreaking between her thighs, Lavinia held her legs 
straight away from her body and as far apart as possible. Matilda sucked and 
lapped and licked at the sweet cunt until Lavinia groaned, closed her eyes 
and began to twitch. Then she pulled herself up and began to nibble at 
Lavinia's breasts. They embraced and Lavinia wound her legs around Matilda's 
waist. She was weeping for joy now as she ground herself against the soft 
body of her lover. 

Mrs. Cartwright lay with both hands over her own cunt, her eyes still glued 
to the undulating figures beside her. 

As Mr. Cartwright came back into the bedroom. Lavinia and Matilda broke away 
from each other and sat up smiling at the man. 

"Roslyn, Roslyn, are you all right?" he asked. 

"I think so," Mrs. Cartwright moaned. 

And then the police arrived. Lavinia and Matilda handed over their 
identification. On the way out, Lavinia asked the officer if she could use 
the hall telephone to make a call. He agreed. 

"Hello, doctor?" she said as he answered the telephone at his office in the 
institute. 

"Yes, is that you, Lavinia?" 

"Yes, Matilda and I are at the home of the district attorney. We've been 
arrested for trespassing. They just refused to cooperate with our sexual 
suggestions. I think you should come down to the police headquarters at 
once." The doctor began to laugh. "I'll be there with bells on," he said, 
"and a whole staff of angry lawyers." 


THE END
