Braun smiled. "Right now you are overwrought, my dear. Let me prepare you a little something to soothe you while we talk, eh?"
She didn't hesitate; she was gratified to have found someone in whom she could confide. Even yet, she could not grasp the full horror of the night with the dog that had brought her to this. It was beyond the bounds of her frustrated reasoning power to comprehend it. She wept quietly again as the doctor moved about making preparations with efficient ease.
"Now, if you will just slip your skirt up and push your panties down," said Braun, approaching the distraught girl with a hypodermic syringe, its needle tipped in cotton.
His smile seemed to allay her solicitudes, but the sight of the needle made her catch her breath. She hesitated, looking up at him questioningly.
"Is this all there is to it?" she asked hopefully.
"Unfortunately not, but it's a beginning. It must be administered intramuscularly, my dear, in the bottom."
DesirЋe did as he bade, bracing her hands on the examining table, hardly feeling the insertion in her right buttock. Then, as she sat once more, he gave her a small glass of amber-colored, sweet tasting liquid he described as a balm to the genitalia, the reference immediately embarrassing her.
"Under the circumstances after what you've already told me, Mrs. Denning, this is the only way to be safe with the possibility of CB," he went on, not looking at her but writing on a yellow form as he spoke.
DesirЋe flushed and she was angry with herself for doing so. Good Lord, she had to realize that she was a grown up married woman now, and it was high-time she cast aside at least some of her Puritanical suspicions about doctors – but that was Hemmings' fault, wasn't it?
"If you will just finish the medication," Doctor Braun interrupted her thoughts, rising once more and moving noiselessly around the room to soften the lights and drag another chair over to face her. DesirЋe watched him with some wonderment, further surprised when he lighted a small lamp placed upon the corner of the desk, its almost flickering ray directed upon her lap. He took her emptied glass placing it on a tray, then re-seated himself. She could scarcely see his face in the shadow beyond the lamp, but his voice came to her in a rich, deep tone that seemed to comfort her. Truly, she had commenced to relax, her tensions easing inside her, even the burning distress of her tender buttocks, bruised by Clete the night before, had begun to subside. She leaned back emitting a long soulful sigh. It was so good to be at ease again.
"There, my dear, now that you've become yourself once more, perhaps we can discuss this problem that's reared its ugly head. Make yourself as comfortable as you can, but try to hold your head erect in a normal position. The influence in the relaxing nerve-centers of the neck will be much more rapid. Keep both feet flat upon the floor there, that's fine, you look much more comfortable. How do you feel?"
She allowed herself an unrestrained little laugh. "Loose," she replied, "quite loose."
"Ahhh then, that's fine," he said pleasantly, and the ray of the near kaleidoscopic glow seemed abruptly to concentrate on the large diamond in the engagement ring Mark had given her. "That is a lovely gem, Mrs. Denning," he commented.
"Yes, it's my engagement ring."
"Splendid stone," Doctor Braun praised with hardly an inflection of tone to his rich voice. "Notice how it sparkles in this light?"
"Yes, it does, doesn't it?"
"Focus your attention easily upon any point of the gem and note how it sparkles."
"I-I see," DesirЋe replied, hesitantly.
"Keep your gaze steady, my dear, but do not exert any unusual effort," he said in a deep, steady monotone. "Just concentrate on the reflection of light without removing your gaze for an instant – yes, that is right. It relaxes you doesn't it?"
"Y-Yes, it relaxes me."
"You feel completely at ease now. There are no tensions within you. You are loose and comfortable, and completely at rest, are you not?"
"Yes. Yes, I am completely at rest."
The suave physician smiled to himself. He was indeed pleased. He said, "Now, we must chat – tell each other our innermost secrets without exciting ourselves, mustn't we?"
"Yes."
"Very well, my dear. Tell me, what happened on the night you were raped by the animal?"
DesirЋe stared blankly, pain in her expression.
"Had you ever had intercourse with an animal before?" he questioned in his level, restive voice, watching the reactions of her enticing features, the twitches to her mouth and cheek, the level blank stare of her enchanting eyes.
"No."
"And were you a virgin?"
"No. Mark and I had made love three times."
He smiled. Gently now, he thought. "And the time with Dr. Hemmings. Had you ever seen his penis or had fantasies about making love with him?"
Her cheek twitched. "No," she replied quickly.
"But you did, when you came here."
"Yes." She twitched once more. Braun was sure she was nearly under now.
"You have dreamed of taking his member into your hand and caressing it, stroking it, kissing it?"
Her mouth twisted, indicating her reluctance to acknowledge his question. Again, he smiled to himself. She was merely in a light sleep and he was taunting her. Of course, he was only testing, actually attempting to determine how difficult she was going to be. He well knew the limitations of endeavoring to force the will upon a reluctant subject. He said, "You will answer me, Mrs. Denning."
"No, only Mark. I love him, no one else."
"It's quite normal," he said, reassuring her. "But had anyone besides your husband ever touched your warm little pussy before that night with the dog?"
Now, she reacted with both the cheek tic and the twisting mouth. He was probing at her morals and her sub-conscious was rejecting the idea, probably not so much the act, he thought, as to his choice of obscene words. "Answer me," he insisted.
"No."
"And what made you want to do it with the dog?"
"H-he licked me – until I couldn't help myself."
"And then, he fucked you?"
Pain seemed to leap into her glazed eyes as her mouth twitched and the tics tugged at her cheeks at the sound of the lewd word. Braun could not help but revel inwardly at her obvious frustrations. However, it was necessary that he force her to answer in order that he remain in command. He prodded more and demanded she answer.
"Yes, yes, he did."
"Very good, my dear," Braun said, never deviating from his rich, droning, monotone voice. "Now, I will commence to count and you will go deeper and deeper to sleep. When I reach twenty you will be in a deep, deep sleep. One… your arms are growing heavier and heavier. Two…"
When he was done, Doctor Alex Braun smiled triumphantly to himself at his latest seduction, for surely she was that. She sat, quite immobile, her eyes closed, caught completely in the throes of his induced trance. She had been a simple and most cooperative patient, and from this point all should go even more facilely. He was extremely pleased.
He stood directing the lamp toward her so that he could better observe her exquisite loveliness. Flawless. Absolutely flawless! Of course, what lay hidden beneath the concealing garments was of vast importance, and he could only imagine at the voluptuous beauty. His mouth watered at the thought, his brain rapidly filling with lewd visions of her white, tender, full body writhing beneath him as he sunk his cock deep into the quivering depths of her near-virginal belly. Her lush lips intrigued him and he imagined them encircling about the shaft of his prick, sucking in wild abandon, until finally his heavy rod jerked into rigidity, fighting against its captivity as if it had a mind of its own.
Ahhh, but first things first, he thought to himself confidently. A bit of post-hypnotic suggestion to insure her future need of Hemmings' treatment, telling her that she would feel the need to return to see him every week, surrender to the doctor-preacher's desire, then forget it all when she left. Now, to the more pleasurable aspects of this little consultation. His potion of absinthe-flavored Dhattura that he had fed her in the small glass was undoubtedly having its full effect by this time.