Hypno-Birth Control
Chapter 3
It was only a week after Doctor Shipman had fucked me over the desk when I was back at the Clinic with Kay, in labour now on the couch, all wired-up with the VR headset firmly in place. Two other girls, both about Kay’s age, were on couches in the room with her, likewise wired-up with VR headsets. All three were silent save for signs of pushing in the pelvic region. A nurse was beside each couch. Nurse s was with Kay and now whispering in her ear. I heard “Push” a couple of times and soon I heard activity on the far couch where the nurse there said in a raised voice; “Well done Marge” as she raised a new born in her arms, before placing them in a cot beside the couch. Then Kay’s little Ryan appeared. And so quickly, with Kay showing no signs of birthing discomfort at all. This hypno-birthing technique was surely the way to go. It was so stress and pain-free. We knew it was going to be a boy, though, and had already named him. Well, Kay had, after her favourite film star. I’d got so engrossed with what was going on that it hadn’t ed with me until then that I was the only other person in the room beside the three girls, the three nurses and now two new arrivals, which quickly became three. No family for the other girls, and I wondered why. Then the nurses wheeled out the babies and I had to ask s where they were going to, to be told the Nursery, where the mothers would them soon. Kay was still laying silently on the couch when nurse Price appeared in the room. “Doctor West would like to see you in her office, Victoria,” she said. “Ok,” I replied and made my way there. I entered after knocking and saw the Doctor sitting behind her desk with a man I didn’t recognise on one of the more comfortable armchairs in there. The Doctor greeted me, “Hello Victoria.” “Hello Doctor,” I responded and looked at the man and smiled. I’d have said he was about sixty years of age, maybe a little older. Short, smart silver hair, wearing a suit, but I couldn’t quite make out his height. “This is Professor Soames, Victoria. He’s a consultant neuroscientist who has been instrumental in developing some of the techniques we use here,” she said. I looked at him and said “Hello Professor,” whilst he simply smiled in return. “Listen to me, Victoria. Are you listening?” She asked, and I said “Yes, I’m listening.” He wanted to see first-hand how nice you could be when asked. You will be nice for me and do as you’re told, won’t you, Victoria?” “Yes, of course I will.” I agreed. “Good,” she remarked at that, and then turned to the Professor. “Thoughts, David,” she said. “Yes. Very attractive, as you’d said. Fully compliant?” He was asking. “Let’s see,” she answered him, and turned to me. “Get down on your knees in front of the Professor for me, Victoria,” She said. “Yes, of course,” I replied as I moved towards him. I’d warmed a great deal towards her by then. Whatever she suggested to me seemed so right now. He was pulling his cock out as I knelt down in front of him. I hesitated momentarily, wondering why he was doing that when it was so obvious that I didn’t really need the Doctor to tell me as she did. “Go on Victoria, be nice to the Professor and take his cock in your mouth,” I immediately bent forward and did. I’d warmed to her so much now. So much so, in fact, that I felt I would do anything she asked of me. Sucking this professor’s cock was easy, and it had been so long since I’d had a regular sex life that catching up, as I was, made it all the more satisfying. I’d say it was below average in length and girth, but this only made it all the easier to take it all in, and quickly moving up and down with my mouth the whole length of the shaft. With a sucking and licking technique I’m proud of, and a little hand action, I had it coming fairly quickly. Three or four spurts of cum in my mouth I took before a first swallow, then another after that before I was sure then I’d sucked it dry, and clean. “Good girl,” the Doctor said, and I looked up at her and smiled. That actually made me feel good, pleasing her like that. She looked towards the Professor and said “David?” “Yes. She knows how to be nice, doesn’t she?” He replied, which I took to be the sort of compliment I was hoping for. “Now Victoria, if you’d get yourself home and freshen up a little, we want you to us for a little get-together we’re having this evening in a local establishment we have all to ourselves for the duration,” the Doctor said. “But Kay,” I said and wanted to say more but she interrupted; “Kay will be fine here for the night. Don’t you worry about her. Now, reception has a bag with some underwear we’d like you to wear later. Collect it on your way out.” “But can I see Kay?” I asked. “Tomorrow. Now run along. It’s an eight o’clock start,” she said. I was about to open my mouth and object but she stopped me; “You are going to be nice for me and do as you’re told, Victoria, aren’t you?” And that was the difficulty I had; desperate to see Kay, but wanting to be nice for the Doctor as she’d asked. On my way home I did start to wonder whether my willingness to be nice here was being abused, and when I did get home, I dwelled more on the situation as I got ready. I’d collected the bag at reception, as I’d been asked, and wondered even more about what I was doing when I opened it.
I arrived at one of the plushest venues in the City at seven fifty-five. A hotel with a number of private function rooms, what was unusual about it was that bedrooms were booked in conjunction with access to a function room, where within each were elevators to the bedroom floor as well as bars and bathrooms so that no guest, once inside the function room, had cause to interact with any other person not a party to the function they were attending. This made the venue particularly exclusive and, subject to staff discretion, very private. I went to the Crystal Room, as advised I should, where just inside the door my coat was taken by a staff member operating a small cloakroom there. I wasn’t sure that leaving me as that did in just the black crotchless body stocking and heels I was wearing with small clutch purse in hand would be appropriate for such an occasion, but Doctor West had given specific instruction that I was to wear it. As I walked further into the room I could see about thirty individuals around who were clearly not staff. There was about ten or so men, mostly in suits, otherwise casual jackets, but it was the women, or young girls as they were, about twenty or so, that I couldn’t fail to notice. Each wearing particularly sexy lingerie, ranging from stockings and basques, to body stockings, much like mine. With these girls looking much the same age as my Kay, and the men mostly of around sixty, with a couple even older, it did look all a bit seedy. There was much engagement going on between the girls and men, in groups, with lots of laughter, flirty laughter by the girls I decided. Then I heard “Victoria,” and turned to see Doctor West almost upon me. “Good evening, Doctor. What is this exactly?” I asked. “A social gathering my dear. And we’re going to be nice to our guests this evening, understood?” ‘Nice’, I thought. Yes, of course I would be nice, but hadn’t anticipated the sort of gathering that I was in the middle of right then. “You are going to be nice and do as you are told, Victoria, aren’t you?” She said. “Of course I will, Doctor,” I responded, because I was going to. “The girls though,” I said, “They all look so young, like my Kay”. “Yes, they are Victoria. All between eighteen and twenty and just like Kay, recently becoming proud mothers at the Clinic.” “Oh,” I said, “Like my Kay. All mothers? What exactly are they all doing here?” “They are going to be nice to our client guests here,” she said. “How nice?” I asked as I began to think of Kay at that very moment. “Listen to me, Victoria. Are you listening?” She said. “Yes, I am,” I said. I liked listening to her. It made me feel good. “They’re all here to provide an exclusive service, Victoria, just like you. Ok? And they are going to be nice this evening, just like you. Understood?” She said that quite sternly then. “Like me?” I said. “Yes. Now let’s introduce you to one or two of our guests. Now , Victoria. You must be nice to them at all times, and do whatever they tell you to do, Ok?” “Yes, Ok,” I said as I started moving beside her towards a group of three men and five or six girls. As we reached them, one of the men looked at me and said “Something more mature on offer this evening then, Doctor West?” “Yes, Richard. This is Victoria,” she responded, gesturing towards me. He took a step forwards, holding out his hand. I shook it. He stepped back initially, and there was small talk for a few minutes. We spoke about Kay, and he said he looked forward to meeting her, although I wasn’t exactly sure why he would. Then he moved to stand right beside me. “I understand that you’re going to be nice to me tonight, Victoria?” He said as his hand moved to between my legs, and immediately inserted a finger in me, then two. I was about to say something when the Doctor said “Be nice, Victoria.” I looked at her and slightly nodded, with a smile. Of course I was going to be nice. I said I would be, and just stood there as he started to finger me. I moved my legs apart slightly for comfort. His and mine. “Nice and wet. Yes, she wants some,” he said as he turned to smile at one of the other men, who returned his smile with a laugh. He removed his fingers and put them to my lips and said “Suck.” I looked at the Doctor, and she nodded, so I opened my mouth, and let them in. I started sucking as he’d said, and I wanted to say something when the Doctor looked at me and said “You like doing that, Victoria. You have to tell them that they like it, Richard.” I wanted to say that I liked sucking his fingers, because I did, but they were still in my mouth. I wondered whether he would finger me more so I could suck more of my juices from them, but he took his fingers out of my mouth and just said “Yes, she’s definitely up for it,” as he stepped away. “Who’s got her? I’ve reserved these two,” he said as he pointed to two of the girls who just smiled and giggled. I noticed one of them heavily pregnant, and I thought briefly then about Linda’s Jenny. “Edward Lowe’s boy, Max,” the Doctor said. “But he’s not here,” one of the other men said. “He’s running late, but will be here soon,” the Doctor advised. I was getting a little confused, but was understanding the situation to be that a certain Max was ‘having me’. I was beginning to ache down there as it was, what with the brief intrusion inside me that I’d experienced. I began to wonder how long this Max was going to be.
There was small talk amongst this group for a few minutes when we were then ed by two others, a man of about fifty, and a young boy, who looked like he was fifteen. “Hello Edward. I’m glad you could make it,” the Doctor said. The older man replied “Yes, Doctor. I had some business to attend to, but wouldn’t miss this for….. Well, for half my net worth.” He started laughing, and the three other men laughed with him. The one I’d been introduced to, called Don, then said “Miss what Ed?” “My boy here losing his virginity. I promised him that if he hadn’t cracked it by the time he was eighteen I’d arrange it for him, and he was eighteen last week and still hadn’t shot his load inside a chick. Look at him with that baby face,” this Ed proudly said of his son. “I came in Mandy’s mouth last month. Twice, dad. And I told you,” the boy said. “Is this her?” Ed asked, gesturing towards me. “Yes, Edward. Victoria. You said you were interested in mature, and she’s the only mature service provider we have at the moment,” the Doctor said. “Perfect. She’s fit enough,” Ed said as he took hold of my left breast with his right hand, and squeezed. “Nice,” he said as he pulled it away, and I took that as a compliment. “Are you going to be nice for my boy Max here, Victoria?” He asked. “Yes, of course,” I replied, still feeling a little ache between my legs. “Good. Let’s have a drink first,” he then said, which was a relief as I hadn’t actually had one by then, and had been there for at least twenty minutes, maybe more. Another ten minutes or so ed, during which time I noticed some of the men disappearing into the elevators with some of the girls. The room had emptied by about half when Ed said “Right, Max. Victoria. Let’s go up.” I was somewhat surprised to enter the elevator with both men, but didn’t question it. The doors opened onto a floor, where Ed seemed to know where we were going, and a few steps along the corridor we were entering a suite. Spacious it was, with like a living room and at first glance just the one bedroom, with a bathroom. “Let’s start here,” Ed said. “Max. Get your cock out,” he told him, and Max immediately unzipped his tro fly and pulled it out. A couple of strokes later and it was pointing upright, such is the nature of a cock so young. “Victoria. Blow him and make him come. Let’s empty those sacks a little,” Ed said, and I stepped towards Max as he said “Dad. For fuck sake. Less of the directing here. I’ll decide what I want.” I stopped. “Ok son. It’s all yours,” Ed agreed. I looked at Max. He then said “Ok. Just a little suck first then,” as he stepped backwards to sit down in an armchair and pulled his tros down as he did. I went down on my knees in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. I was on it for no more than thirty seconds, having moved my lips up and down the shaft maybe only four or five times, when he came. Shooting to the back of my throat, just the one spasm, and I swallowed. As I pulled my lips off, I could still feel its hardness, and knew it was ready for more. I stood up and turned around. As I lowered myself, I took hold of the shaft to guide it in. I was wet. It went in easily, and smoothly. As I started to move up and down on it, Ed said “How does it feel, Max, having a cunt wrapped around your cock at last?” “Can’t describe it dad,” Max struggled to say as his breathing became laboured. Then he let out a scream, clearly coming again. “Fucking hell, dad. Fucking hell,” he said, loudly. I’d stopped moving up and down as he came, and shifted to a grinding motion, making sure he stayed inside me. “Well son?” Ed asked him. “I want to do it again. On top,” the boy then said, so I stood up. “On the bed,” Ed said, so I went towards the door I thought was the bedroom, and it was. A plush kingsize the bed was, and I made to lay on it. Sensing movement behind me I turned, and it was Ed, already naked from the waist down. “Suck this first,” he said as he held his hardened cock in his hands, and so I did as he sat on a chair in there. I could tell that Max was in the room now too, and in the corner of my eye could see him undressing. “Tell you what, son. Let’s double up on her. I’ll lie on the bed and whilst she’s blowing me, you do her from behind,” “Ok, dad,” his son agreed. I pulled my mouth off of Ed’s cock and followed him to the bed. I hadn’t said anything since we’d entered the suite. I didn’t need to. I was being nice to these guys, like the Doctor had told me to, and doing everything they told me to do. And actually enjoying it as well. I’d never done a threesome, and a father and son, well, the thought aroused me as soon as I realised it was to be. Once Ed lay on the bed, I went down on him again whilst on the bed myself, making sure my backside was raised for Max, and he entered me from behind seconds later. As I was being fucked as I sucked, I started to wonder whether I was being nice enough to these two guys. I was sure I was. As Ed came in my mouth and Max shot another load inside me I realised that I hadn’t come. “Drink son?” Ed asked. “Yes, dad. Oh yes,” Max replied, and they both left the bedroom. I made for the bathroom. I was told to leave after I’d cleaned up, and when I made to collect my coat from the cloakroom, I saw that the Doctor and one of the girls were still there. Before I left, the Doctor said that she’d see me in about a week, with Kay, which on the way home did have me wondering where that might lead. Once in bed I couldn’t help but put my hand between my legs, bringing myself off in a couple of minutes fantasising about being fucked earlier by father and son, and that helped so much in my getting there then that quickly. As I drifted off, I only had thoughts for the Doctor, and how I’d seemed to come to life after meeting her and Doctor Shipman. I wondered what more was in store to explore about myself as the dreaming began.