Hypno-Birth Control
Chapter 1
I can’t deny the sense of satisfaction I feel, walking into the building below large letters spelling out my name, Victoria Easy. Well, they actually read as ‘Victoria Easy & Co’, because that was the business name, and I did have a junior partner in Ezak Simons. Junior in status and in age. At thirty, he’s fifteen years younger than me. Fit and handsome he is too, and I can’t deny experiencing an occasional fantasy lying in bed alone at night. I only knew my daughter Kay’s father for five years before we parted, and she’s nearly nineteen now. Of course there’s been the occasional romantic interlude, and I had Ted Branson for six years. But I have always put my career first, which Kay would most certainly agree with. Its paid dividends, though, and I can honestly say that I have perhaps the premier go-to family law practice in the City for anyone on modest income. That’s been the key to our success; don’t take advantage, unless it’s on legal aid, and be of utmost honesty with the client from the outset. No bullshit. If we know they’re going to lose the house, or the car, or the golf clubs, we tell them from the start. Just because I’m presently single doesn’t mean I’m low on the looks scale, either. Five feet, seven inches tall, without heels, slim and an unenhanced thirty-six-inch chest, I still get noticed, and after my forty-fifth birthday last month I’d decided that the time was right from then on to respond to any interest, within reason of course.
Ezak and I both have a recognised PA, he Diane and me Cathy, but there are six other staff, including two qualified lawyers and one trainee. Nina her name, and it’s been all too obvious for a while, Ezak’s interest there. He’s fully aware of the danger in a staff liaison though, and I respect his professionalism in that. This story begins on this particular morning. I’m sitting at my desk when Cathy buzzes me. “Yes, Cathy?” “There’s someone to see you. Urgently they say. No appointment though.” “When’s my first appointment due in?” I ask. “In fifteen minutes,” she tells me. I then ask “Who is it? What do they want?” “Her name’s Linda, and she won’t say. Says it’s personal, though, and of interest to you.” I give it a moment’s thought, then capitulate. “Show her in, Cath. Thank you.” Moments later, a woman maybe just a little younger than me walks into the office. Not so smartly dressed, and also looking a little distressed. I stand up and walk around the desk to offer my hand. She takes it, shakes it, and says “Thank you so much for seeing me.” “Take a seat,” I say, gesturing towards one at the conference table rather than across from my desk. We sit down together. “What exactly is it you think I can do for you?” I ask. “It’s about my Jenny. She’s been acting so strange this past couple of months. She leaves the house now at strange times. Sometimes stays out all night now. It’s strange,” she tells me, and I’m beginning to focus on the fact that somehow, to my visitor at least, this behaviour is ‘strange’. “How is it strange?” I ask, and she expands a little; “Well, she’s eight months’ pregnant. The father’s been absent since the day she told him, and it’s all to do with that medical clinic she goes to.” “I’m sorry, but I’m still missing what exactly is strange here,” I tell her. “Well, I found these in her bedside drawer last week,” she then tells me and pulls an object from her purse. I know what it is, but I wait for her to comment. “Do you know what it is? I didn’t. I had to research it on the internet,” she explains. “Yes, I do know,” I say. “It’s a sex toy. It goes…. You know, in the back age,” she tells me, and I say “Yes. It’s commonly called a butt plug. How old is your daughter?” I ask. “She’s nineteen next month,” she says. Drawing on my years of experience in my profession, specialising as I have in family law, I’m looking here to be as diplomatic as I possibly can when I say “At eighteen, going on nineteen, and at a time of significant hormonal changes in her body, I think Jenny is somehow looking to express herself differently, to explore certain aspects of her sexuality, maybe.” “No. It’s much more than that. There was lube in the drawer, and the biggest plastic cock I’ve ever seen,” she says, seeming quite agitated now as she pulls a tube of lubricant as well from her purse. I’m thinking of course there would be lube given the sizes of both the plug and, apparently, the dildo she described. “I’m sorry, Linda. But I’m not hearing anything that I’d categorise as strange here. It all seems like Jenny is simply expressing herself sexually like she may well have been for some time without you noticing.” I suggest this as I’m trying to put this poor woman’s mind at rest, but she wouldn’t have it. “What about the phone calls in the middle of the night?” She says. “Phone calls?” I ask, and she then explains; “If you want my arse, sir, you know you can have it whenever you want. And then there’s I love it when you fill my mouth with cum and the feel of it sliding down my throat.” “And you heard Jenny say this?” I ask. “Yes!” She shouts. I stare at her before she repeats what she said earlier; “It’s that medical clinic. You know, the one your Kay goes to. Shipman West.” The name resonated, because of course my Kay had been there. Twice. And I went with her on the first occasion. My Kay is pregnant too. In her third trimester as well as this Jenny. “That’s how I knew who you were,” she said. I looked at her, beginning to some dots in my mind not knowing quite where I was going with it. “You know me?” I asked. “No, not know you. But I saw your car in the parking bay at the Clinic and you had a flyer on the dashboard with your photo on, and the number here. I just looked you up. Your Kay’s on a hypno-birthing course, like my Jen, isn’t she?” And she was right. Kay had started this course. Her first session was at the end of last week, and she was due another tomorrow. I’d been with her to discuss with the doctors the process, and the fees, but not then with her on her first session. I still wasn’t getting where Linda was coming from, though. It sounded to me like a young woman being just a little adventurous. Somehow, I felt it necessary to put this situation on hold to enable me to reflect on it, to consider if there was anything I need worry about as far as Kay was concerned. “I have a client due here any minute now for an appointment, Linda. If you leave this with me, I’ll go with Kay to the Clinic tomorrow and just ask some questions. That’s all I can do for the time being,” I said as I stood up. She then did too. “Thank you so much Victoria. Can I call you tomorrow?” She asked. “Leave your number with Cathy and I’ll call you,” I said as I stepped towards the door encouraging her to me, and she did. As I closed the door I was beginning to wonder, but I would find out some more tomorrow I’d decided, when I went with Kay back to the Clinic.
It had been Kay who’d expressed an interest in hypno-birthing. She’d read about it, researched it, and as the father of her unborn had flown three thousand miles away to start a new job two months ago, only telling her he was doing so on the day he departed, well, she felt she needed some emotional comfort, and a less stressful birthing than she might ordinarily have had. Shipman West had five-star reviews. When I attended a no obligation tour there with her and discussed with doctors Shipman and West the process, all seemed fine. Her first session was two weeks later. I had asked her that evening, after I’d seen Linda, whether she felt anything strange after the first session, and she’d said no. When I did accompany her the next day, Doctor Shipman was very understanding when I said I wanted to be in the room with Kay during that second session, and he had no objection to it. After tea and biscuits whilst waiting, I sat a few feet from Kay on the couch, with sensors attached to various parts of her body before the VR headset was placed across her eyes. Forty minutes the session lasts, and deathly quiet it is. Well, it was when I was awake as I obviously dozed off halfway through and only realised I had when a nurse woke me up. The fact of the matter is, that after an incident-free session I just didn’t know what to say, what to ask either Shipman or West. Doctor West was there, but I didn’t have the opportunity anyway to talk to her. We left, and at home that evening I sat on the sofa just pondering what had been going on in light of Linda’s concerns. Kay had gone to her bed early. She was showing so much now, and getting so tired so quickly. As I walked past her room to go to the bathroom, at about ten it was, I thought I heard Kay in some discomfort. As I reached her door, I could hear the sort of moaning that was more of pleasure than pain. The door was slightly open. I pushed it gently. The moans were louder. I looked in. She was on her back under the covers up to her neck. Sufficient light from the bedside lamp enabled me to see movement about halfway down under the covers. I crept towards her. Her eyes were closed. She was surely masturbating. Of course she was. I looked down at her for a few seconds before she must have sensed me and her eyes opened. She sat up, and started screaming, “Mum! What the fuck! Can I have some privacy? Please. For fuck sake, mum.” “I’m so sorry, darling,” I said, and sat down beside her. I put my arm around her. She started crying. “Wow, mum. I’ve never done that before. Well, not since I fell pregnant, anyway.” “It’s alright, darling,” I said reassuringly. “Lay back down and try to get to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” I had looked to reassure her whilst in my mind ing more of those dots together, but was getting nowhere with that.
“Yes, Cathy?” “It’s that Linda on the phone, Victoria. She says you didn’t call her yesterday.” “Tell her I’m in a meeting and will do it later,” I lied. I’d hoped to call her as I’d said then, but by the end of the day I hadn’t. And I didn’t try either over the next five days as Kay’s next session was due by then, and I intended to ask some questions at the Clinic for sure this time. When we arrived for what would be Kay’s third session, I was determined to seek some answers to questions I wasn’t quite sure I was going to ask. Doctor Shipman had been polite, perhaps overly so on the two occasions I’d met him. As I sat in his office whilst Kay was being prepped, I broached the subject of his young clients’ sexual stimulus being heightened, as hers had seemed to have been. He said he hadn’t heard of it being a side effect of the process, but that he was keen to learn more of what I was talking about. I chanced to mention Linda’s Jenny as well, and then his tone changed somewhat to one of concern. He left the room and returned with Doctor West. Now both of them really are like proverbial peas in a pod. Each about sixty. Both with greying hair. His unkempt, but hers slightly better presented. Him thin, her a little fat, and both on the shorter side. I did notice her oversized breasts though. Far too big for the white coat buttoned up around them. She seemed much more interested in what I was sharing, the more I said, particularly when I laboured Linda’s concerns, and actually stretched the narrative a little by mentioning her saying she was going to the police, which of course she hadn’t said. Doctor West insisted that I tried one session of the Process, just to see that what I was suggesting was all nonsense, or at least not associated with it directly. I pondered the suggestion for a few seconds, then said I would. In fact, I was particularly curious now. I had actually considered that if it had heightened the two girls’ sexual stimulus then I could maybe do with some of it! I had tea and biscuits again before the session. As I lay on the couch, I felt a little drowsy. For some reason I’d forgotten about Kay for quite a while it must have been, and asked after her only then. The nurse told me not to worry as she was midway through her session now and that I was to relax. I did. I couldn’t not, feeling tired as I was then. I could feel the sensors being attached, and then the VR headset. Something started. I saw flashing lights, then must have blacked out as I ed nothing more of it.
“Wake up Victoria,” I heard, and opened my eyes. I was still on the couch, with a blinding headache now. It was nurse Price. Kay was sitting on a chair beside me. “How was it for you?” She asked, smiling. “Wow,” I said, “That was heavy. My head. It hurts a little.” “I know. Mine ached the first time too. It gets better very quickly,” she looked to reassure me, not that I’d planned for another session. I turned round and put my feet down, now sitting on the couch. As I rose, I felt a little dizzy. “Doctor West would like to see you before you go, Victoria. Alone if you would,” the nurse said. “Ok,” I said and with Kay telling me she would be fine waiting and would do so with some of the other girls, I made my way to Doctor West’s office. She sat me down and then took a chair beside me. “Well, Victoria. How are we feeling?” She asked, and I wasn’t exactly sure, but much better than I had been when I came around. “A little light-headed I’d say, but Ok,” I said, but the fact of the matter was I was feeling very good actually. More than relaxed, my head had stopped hurting, and I was actually beginning to feel a little euphoric, but perhaps a little worryingly I also felt a little aroused. Between my legs, and in my breasts, there was definitely a reaction, and so maybe there was something in what Linda had tried to tell me, and of course I’d witnessed my Kay pleasuring herself as well. I couldn’t decide whether it was a good, or bad reaction to the Process, but one thing was for sure, I felt a need to get away from engaging with the Doctor as I was, as soon as I could, but she was insistent I had more tea and very keen to discuss further what I’d raised earlier. What more could I tell her about Linda’s concerns she asked. And the daughter; what had she been doing specifically that concerned her. I tried to expand but was becoming more and more uncomfortable, and the Doctor noticed. “You see, Victoria,” she said, “We put you through an enhanced process today, to a level that our pregnant girls only reach after about three sessions. In fact, the one before the final processing takes place at the time of giving birth. Such a wonderful experience is completely pain and stress free as the mother brings a new life into the world.” “But I’m not pregnant, and certainly not giving birth any time soon, or likely ever again,” I sought to confirm for her, persuading myself as I did. “You’re looking decidedly uncomfortable there, Victoria. Are you Ok?” She asked. I wasn’t. “The Process does heighten sexual arousal a little. And leaves the subject very compliant to suggestion,” she said, which confused me. The choice of words. Heightened arousal? Compliant? “I don’t understand,” I said. “You will, Victoria. You will. Now listen to me, Victoria. Listen to me. Are you listening, Victoria?” “Yes, I’m listening,” I said, because I was. “You are feeling aroused, Victoria. Very aroused. I can tell. It’s normal. You need to relieve that, don’t you?” She was telling me, rather than asking, and I did need to. Whatever this hypno-birthing process was, it did produce arousal, that was for sure. Linda did have something here. I was about to say something about that when “Maybe this will help,” she said as she got up and walked to her desk, and then turned, ing towards me an object that I couldn’t immediately determine what it was, then I could. It was a thick, long, maybe ten or twelve inches long, black cock. Glass or plastic, I again couldn’t immediately tell, but what struck me was that the head was gold in colour. My heart started beating a little faster. I was drawn to take hold of it, but resisted. I stood up. “I need to go to the bathroom,” I said and immediately made for the door. “Wait a moment, Victoria. Come and sit back down,” she said, and I did. I wasn’t sure why I did, but I just did. “Relax for me, and listen to me, Victoria,” she said, and I have to say most of what must have been a little anxiety in me then, did seem to suddenly . I glanced at the black cock now on her desk, and did feel an urge to lean over and pick it up, but again resisted. “It will seem very strange at first, Victoria, but you will get used to it. In fact, you’ll become accustomed to being compliant, wanting to do whatever Doctor Shipman and I suggest to you.” “I don’t understand. Compliant?” I said. “You are feeling aroused, aren’t you?” She asked. And I was, but wasn’t sure where the conversation was going. “You’ll be much more comfortable if you remove your panties for me, won’t you?” Again it seemed like she was telling me, rather than asking me. I wasn’t sure. I was feeling very strange, down there, between my legs. “Take your panties off for me,” she said, and I felt that if somehow I could remove this feeling I had, or at least relieve it, then taking my panties off, as she’d said, was probably the thing to do. I wasn’t going to take them off just because she said so, though. I convinced myself of that. I stood up, lifted my skirt, and pushed the panties down, stepping out of them easily. I bent down and picked them up. “Thank you,” she said, holding out her hand, obviously for them. I handed them to her. Once in her hand she put them immediately to her nose and breathed in. As I sat back down, she said “I can tell that you are ready, aren’t you?” She was still by the desk, she turned and placed the panties on it, and then picked up the black cock. Reaching out to me with it in her hand she said “Use this.” “I’m sorry,” I said, with obvious dismay. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Fuck yourself with it,” she said, and I took it in my hand as she said it. I looked at it, imagining it inside me as I did, but I did think for a moment that what was happening was wrong. I looked up at her, actually waiting for her to say something else, and she did. “You’re feeling very aroused, Victoria. You need to fuck yourself. Right now. Show me how you fuck yourself with a big black dildo.” I looked again at it. I was feeling so aroused, as she’d said, and if she didn’t mind me fucking myself with it right then and there, I decided I should. I had to. Needed to. I spread my legs, pulling the skirt up a little to enable me to get them as wide as I could. I put my left hand down there, spreading the moist lips as I touched the opening there with the tip of this substitute cock, and slowly pushed it in. The relief was only minor to begin with, but I thought that once I’d built up a rhythm, pushing it in and pulling it out steadily faster, I was certain I’d come, and quickly. And I did. After fucking myself in front of her, for no more than a minute, I came. I suppressed the scream I wanted to make, but the repeated whimpers were difficult not to express. It was, in fact, a fucking good orgasm, and made even better when she said “There’s a good girl. You wanted to do that for me, didn’t you?” And I don’t know why, but I said “Yes, I did. Thank you, Doctor.” I made to hand the object I’d just pulled out of myself to her, but she just looked at it, and frowned. “I think you could clean it first, Victoria,” she said. I looked at her, not quite understanding, but I did when she then said “With your mouth, Victoria. Clean it with your mouth for me.” It then occurred to me that it was, perhaps, a little rude offering it up for her to take with my juices all over it, so I put it in my mouth. I sucked and swallowed, then licked it so as to make sure it was cleaned of me, save for some saliva now of course. She took it from me then. “How was that for you?” She asked, but I didn’t know what to say. “We don’t normally process anyone as mature as you Victoria, but it seemed so right after you sharing what you did about Linda, and Kay. There is so much pleasure for you to experience with us. You must come and see us again. We’ve just got a little bit more to do with you before we can be comfortable that you’re with us. Kay as well. She’ll be with us too soon.” I dwelled on what she said for a few seconds. I wondered about what I’d just done in front of her, whether or not I actually wanted to. I needed to get away then, though, as quickly as I could. “I’m not sure this is for me, or Kay, actually. I feel so strange,” I told her. “Nonsense,” she responded to that as she stepped towards me. “Spread those legs again for me,” she said, and I did. Wondering what she thought she was going to do I felt a little vulnerable at that moment, but pulled at my skirt again so that I could spread my legs a little more. As her hand moved down and towards me, caressing my thigh as it moved up to the top of my legs, I just swallowed. I couldn’t say anything as her finger entered me. I glanced down to see it pull out and then three went back in. “You’re very wet down there, Victoria. You don’t mind me examining you like this, do you?” She said with such nonchalance, and the fact of the matter was, that I didn’t mind. I closed my eyes as her fingers probed inside me. “You like me doing this, don’t you, Victoria. Finger fucking you. It feels good, doesn’t it?” “Yes. Yes, it does Doctor,” I said, because it did feel good. I wondered if I might come again, but she pulled out, and I opened my eyes. She put the fingers to my lips and said “Open,” and I did. As she pushed the fingers into my mouth she said “Suck,” and I did that too. The fingers filled my mouth, and I sucked on them as I licked with my tongue. As she pulled her fingers out, she said “Good girl. You will come and see us again, Victoria, won’t you?” There was this realisation in me right then, that something just wasn’t right. As I stood up, I said firmly, “I’m sorry, but no. Whatever it was you did to me, it just seems so wrong. I’m afraid that neither Kay nor I will be returning,” “If you say so, Victoria. But I’m certain we’ll see you again soon,” she said, equally as firm. I turned and made for the door, determined not to be persuaded to engage with her again, and meeting Kay in reception we quickly left. I told her on the way home that we’re finished with the Clinic. No more. She simply said “We’ll see, mum. You know, you’re acting just a little strange.”
A week past, during which time I ignored three calls from the Clinic. Each voicemail the nurse left was progressively stressing the urgency for me to attend. I knew Kay was close now too, and I’d already spoken with the hospital for alternative birthing arrangements. I was in two minds as to whether to report the whole matter to the police, and it was perhaps not focussing enough that led to me inadvertently answering the phone at home late one afternoon. It was Doctor Shipman this time, who was so polite and somewhat apologetic about what had transpired before, and that he so wished that I could bring myself to return to discuss matters over a cup of tea. Yes, cup of tea, and that got my mind wondering about how I felt after having one of those there. He started to tell me that I needed to listen and I sensed that he was just about to tell me I needed to return, but I was absolutely adamant that he would not see me, nor Kay again before I abruptly disconnected the call. I’d happened to have got home early that day as Kay had called me telling me that she’d felt some discomfort. It was only six o’clock, not long after Doctor Shipman had called, when a media message came through on my phone from a number I didn’t recognise. I opened the message and it was an image of a black dildo with a gold-coloured head, identical to the one I’d fucked myself with, and with the words ‘Call The Clinic Now’ flashing below it. It occurred to me then that it might be urgent, so I immediately made the call. It was answered quickly;
“Good evening. The Shipman West Clinic. Tanya speaking. How may I help?”
“This is Victoria Easy. I don’t know why I’m calling. Is there something wrong?”
“Of course, Victoria. I’ll just put you through to Doctor West.”
“There you are, Victoria. You’ve been a naughty girl avoiding us, haven’t you?”
“I don’t know. Have I?”
“The trigger image implanted in your mind compelled you to call, didn’t it?”
“Trigger image? No. I don’t know. What is this?”
“Can you come and see us this evening, around eight o’clock?”
“No. No, I won’t.”
“Listen to me, Victoria. Listen to me. Are you listening, Victoria?”
“Yes, I’m listening.”
“Come to the Clinic for eight this evening.”
“Eight O’clock. At the Clinic. Ok. I will.”
“Good. We’ll see you then. And Victoria.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Make sure you’re not wearing any panties, Ok?”
“Yes, Ok.”