“Isn’t it marvelous, Bill,” Faye bubbled, “… Doctor Bender just called… and he and his wife are coming here, tonight, to start some special treatments on you…”
“Treatments…? What kind of treatments?”
“Well… it seems his wife was a physical therapist… before they got married,” she explained, “and he was discussing your… Your c-case with her… and she volunteered to come over and give you a massage and adjustment to your back…”
“I don’t know what the hell good that’d do!” he groused.
“Doctor Bender said that sometimes getting all of a person’s backbone back in place would make a difference… something about relieving pressure on a nerve,” she went on, repeating what the doctor had said. “… Anyway, it’s worth a try… isn’t it?”
Bill looked at her, questioningly, “How come all this special attention from Doc Bender… and his wife?”
“I guess he’s worried about y-you…” she said, transparently.
He saw through her, immediately. “You mean… you’re worried… and you probably went to see him… about me… about my not being able to get a hard on… That’s right isn’t it?”
“Y-Yes, Darling… th-that’s right…” she admitted. “But… I only did it… because I wanted to help you!”
“All right… I suppose I’ll have to put up with it… since it’s already arranged… but it beats me how a massage and a back adjustment could help me… with the kind of problem I’ve got!”
“The doctor said his wife was a real expert, Bill!”
Friday evening, about 8:30 Doctor Mathew Bender and his wife, Vivian, arrived at the Wright’s apartment. Faye met them, graciously, at the door and invited them into the modest living quarters. The doctor lugged in a rather large, box-like affair, resembling a piece of luggage. He deposited it casually in the hallway and followed his wife and Faye Wright into the living room. Bill limped out of the bedroom, clad in pajamas and bathrobe to meet them. He was surprised at the raven-haired beauty of Mrs. Bender. It was something he hadn’t expected. Somehow, his image of a masseuse involved a towering, massive figure with bulging muscles. He suggested a drink. Faye took the orders, mixed and served, standing in for her husband, who usually did the honors.
“I was looking through the medical literature on this… and thought maybe a pinched nerve could be the culprit… I found some references to it… and when I mentioned it to Vivian… she agreed to give it a try…” the doctor explained. “Do you feel like you’d like to go along with it?”
“I guess it couldn’t hurt… the massage would help to relax me… if nothing else…” Bill agreed.
“I think Matt’s diagnosis of a pinched nerve sounds reasonable,” Vivian added, “… but it’s up to you… er…”
“Bill…” Bill supplied.
“It’s up to you, Bill… I wouldn’t want to let you think you were being pressured into it,” she finished.
“O.K., you can go ahead and give me the treatment,” Bill agreed. “I just don’t think it’d do much good for me!”
Later, as Vivian finished her highball, she rose to her feet and said, “Well… let’s get ready for your treatment, Bill!” She smiled at her husband. “Matt…?”
The doctor got up, went into the hallway and brought her portable table, setting it up, quickly’ in the Wright’s bedroom, and helped Bill onto it.
“We’ll have to get rid of that robe… and at least the tops of your pajamas!” Vivian Bender observed.
Obediently Bill shed the garments, grunting, “I’ll keep the bottoms, though!”
“Suit yourself… Bill, but it’d be better… if you were completely nude…”
“No, thank you!” he emphasized.
Faye watched the preparations with interest as Bill lay face down on the narrow table, then she felt Doctor Bender’s touch on her arm, “Faye… you and I can go enjoy another drink while Vivian works on him… O.K.?”
“Why… y-yes, of course, Doctor… if you’d rather…” she smiled.
“I’d rather!” he stated. “Vivian doesn’t need my help here… this is a field I know very little about!”
Vivian, who had begun to knead and pommel the muscles of Bill’s shoulders, looked up and grinned, “Yes, Matt… you and Faye run along
I do prefer privacy… when I’m working on a patient.”
Faye caught some sort of significant glance exchanged between the doctor and his wife, and she could have sworn there was something of a lewd salaciousness in it. Then, on quick reflection she decided she must have imagined it. There was no reason for her to think that the doctor and his wife had some ulterior motive in what they were doing. Everything was much too straightforward. They seemed to be eager to help Bill, in any way they could. She dismissed the impression from her mind as a bit of foolishness.
Back in the living room, she asked, “Doctor… do you think it’ll really help him?”
“It very well might,” he said, “however, a good deal of the success of any treatment depends upon the patient… whether the person wants to be helped..
“I understand… Doctor… and Bill seems to be awfully pessimistic about the whole thing… that’s the whole trouble, isn’t it?”
“Yes… and actually, my own diagnosis – the one I truly believe – is that it’s all in his mind… and that’s a job for a psychiatrist!” He smiled at her quick frown. “But, I agreed to the physical therapy approach… as a sort of experiment…” He stopped short. “Hey… how about those drinks…?”
“Oh, yes… I almost forgot…” She started toward the bar, but the doctor stopped her.
“I’ll mix!” he said. “If you don’t mind… I’m a pretty good bartender. I probably missed my calling…” He grinned at her disarmingly.
She was glad of his offer to build the drinks; the proportions always seemed to escape her. Sitting down, comfortably on the couch, she smiled her agreement. ‘Please… I really prefer to have a man do the drinks…”
Surreptitiously, as he mixed the tall highballs, Matt Bender added a few drops of Dhattura to her drink. He had carried the small phial in his pocket, in preparation for the evening’s activities. It was easier if inhibitions were broken down, right at the start.
He brought the drinks to where she sat and handed hers to her. “Try that, Faye,” he said, genially.
She sipped. “It’s very good, Doctor…” she complimented.
“Let’s knock off the doctor stuff!” he told her. “My name’s Matt… and my wife’s name is Vivian… I’m not in my office, now! Among friends… we’re just ordinary people.”
“All right… if you insist, Matt it is…” She lifted her glass and drank.
Matt sat down beside her, lifted his own glass and took a healthy swallow, smacking his lips, appreciatively, “Yes… that’s a good drink… I always build them double!”
“Heavens! I’d better take it easy, then!” She had just taken a generous swallow of her own.
“Plenty of time… Faye. Vivian’ll be working with him for quite a while! She’s very thorough!”
He looked over at her, appraisingly, his eyes sweeping over her, sensuously, taking in all of her blonde loveliness.
“Bill’s very lucky to have a woman like you for a wife,” he said.
Faye felt her face flush. She didn’t know how to handle his statement. “What do you m-mean…?” she asked in confusion.
“You’re a very lovely woman… and a sexy one!” he complimented.
Now, her face flamed crimson. “Well… thank you… Matt… but I-I…” She stopped in real confusion. There were strange fires beginning to glow down between her thighs in her loins… and there was no reason for it. She had had only the one weak highball she had made for herself… and about half of the double. It couldn’t be the alcohol.
“Is something wrong, my dear?” he asked. “No… n-not really… I just had a strange feeling come over me…” she shrugged. “It’s nothing really…”
“A feeling like… you’d like to be fucked?” he asked, smiling at her lewdly.
“No!”
“You are… you know…
“I-I don’t follow you… what you mean… she gasped, an inkling of what was happening to her filtering through her whirling mind.
“I mean… you’re going to get fucked… by me!” he told her.
She tried to rise from the couch, furious with him, angry with what he had said and the vulgar way in which he had said it. “Don’t be ridiculous!” she snapped.
His strong hand pushed her back against the cushions. “The reason I know is because what you’re feeling is a very potent aphrodisiac I put in your highball!” he grinned at her salaciously. “You won’t be able to resist it… as a matter of fact, you’ll be begging me for it!”
“Aphro-Aphrodiasic…?”
“Yes, my dear! One of the few that really works! Some of my research into folk medicine led me to it… and believe me, I know what it’ll do!”
“You’re a beast!” she snarled up into his face.
“Perhaps… but you’ll only be able to judge that by the end results,” he said, mildly, not taking offense. “Then… I might be either a beast – as you say – or a medical genius!”
“You must be crazy! Let me up… a-and you can get out of my house… r-right now!” Faye flared at him.
“Not yet… not until the treatment is finished!”
“Treatment…?” she gasped. “How can all this s-stupid business be some kind of… treatment?”
“You’ll see… later… and maybe much later you’ll understand it!” the doctor said, leaning close to her.
She shrank back away from him. His hand on her shoulder still pinned her back against the cushions of the couch. She could no longer deny the lewdly rising feelings that rippled up through her stomach and breasts. There was a definite sensation of congestion in her loins. It was sexual. The slashing need was growing in her… and there was nothing she could do about it. Suddenly, she knew this insane doctor was going to kiss her.
His lips were on hers, then, his strong arms were going around her and pulling her close. She attempted to twist her head aside. He held her in a viselike grip, and there was no escaping him, as she felt his tongue trying to enter her mouth between her lips. He’d have a hard time, she told herself. I won’t let him!
Then, while he held her fast with one hand, his other hand went up under her dress, almost snakelike, as it slithered up between her cringing thighs, unerringly, to the softly hair-covered mound at the cusp of her legs. The electric contact caused her to. gasp… try to protest, and as she started to say words, mumbling up into his mouth, the words muffled by his covering lips, his tongue darted between her lips and the barrier of her teeth to probe deeply, questingly. Below, then, his practiced hand rummaged in her loins, and one of his fingers slid down into the crease at the top of her vaginal split, pressing through the sheer cloth of her panties to find the tiny hardening shaft of her clitoris pulsing there.
She couldn’t believe the wrenching strength of the unwanted sensations that rampaged in her, at that moment. Futilely she tried to clamp her thighs together, but the damage had been done already. She couldn’t keep him out. Her hands went down to grasp his wrist, her fingers plucking at his muscular forearm to no avail. Then, she began to writhe away from him, her whole body involved in a desperate bid for freedom from his encompassing arms. No! God n-no! He’s trying to… rape me!
Faye felt herself being pushed back, until she was lying on the couch, the doctor still over her, his mouth clamped to hers, his hand teasing her pulsing clitoris to ever greater sensitivity and his weight, on her, held her immobile and helpless under him. What can I do…?
Suddenly, she relaxed under him, forcing herself to let all of her muscles go lax. Perhaps, she could catch him offguard… and escape from him… call for help from Bill and the doctor’s wife in the bedroom.
Her sudden, seeming submission caused Matt to lift his head, breaking the intimate contact of their lips and tongues.
“Changed your mind… decided not to fight it, eh?” he asked, grinning down at her with lewd anticipation.
“No!” she snapped. “I’m going to c-call Bill… and your wife!”
Doctor Bender threw back his head and laughed. “That’s a good one!” he roared. “If I know Vivian… she’s probably already solved his problem… and she’s either sucking him off… or she’s got his cock in her cunt… and they’re fucking for all they’re worth!”
The lewd statement rolled off his lips with the same firmness as a medical diagnosis. Faye couldn’t believe what she had heard. Bill…and Vivian… in our bedroom… making love…? It’s not possible! Why… Bill can’t even get an erection!
She gasped, “Bill can’t…”
“Oh, yes, he can!” the doctor told her. “… And, Vivian can get his cock up… if anybody can! That’s what she’s here for… for sexual therapy!”
“… But, y-you… you were trying to… to rape me…!”
“Not really… I think you’re part of Bill’s problem!” he said. “You’ve got to discover your own sexuality.”
“What do you m-mean… you’re talking in riddles!”
“You’re going to learn to fuck… without any inhibitions… that’s why I gave you the aphrodisiac… to get you loosened up!”
The doctor had not, for an instant, abandoned her heating loins; his hand was insistent, tantalizing erotic on the sensate, throbbing flesh of her pussy. “So… you might as well relax and enjoy it!” he went on.
But, I can’t I-let another m-man… do that… to m-me!” she wailed.
“You don’t have a choice!” Doctor Bender said, with firmness. “Those drops will make you want to fuck… and I’m the one man available to you, right now… so, as I said, you’d be better off to have some fun while we’re at it!”
With practiced dexterity, he suddenly reached up under her dress, using both hands, and grasped her thin nylon panties by the waist band. One swift movement brought them down below her knees; then, leaning back, he jerked them free of her feet. Faye gasped with surprise. She started to raise her body up, but his big hand pushed her back down, solidly, against the cushions of the couch. “This is a good start toward getting you naked!” he grunted.
The loss of her panties should have been something horrible, to her, tantamount to the accomplishment of his avowed purpose… but there was something of the erotic in it. It heightened her own unwanted pleasurable sensations of sexual arousal. There was no denying the hungry urge within her. It was there searing her loins with desire.
She looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. “P-Please… don’t…” she pleaded. “I-I couldn’t bear to have any other man but my husband do it t-to me…”
“The word is fucked, Baby!” he snapped. “You’re going to get fucked… like you’ve never been fucked before… and I’m the one who’s going to fuck you!”
“N-Noo!” she moaned, still trying to deny the insane sensations that raced like uncontrolled wildfire through her.
Doctor Bender reached for the buttons at the front of her dress, confidently, saying at the same time, “… And, after I’m through with you… I’ll give you back to your husband, whom I’ll guarantee will be more than ready to take up where I leave off!”
Suddenly, it was all illuminated for her. “You m-mean… you’re going to make Bill j-jealous enough t-to make him want to…”
“… Fuck you!” the doctor supplied.
“Vivian…?”
“She’s going to work on Bill… and sort of get him ready!” he told her.
“You planned… th-this…?”
“Yes… now, let’s knock off the chatter… we’re wasting time!” he said. “The first thing we’ve got to do… is get you stripped naked!”
Faye was thunderstruck with the idea the doctor had just outlined. It seemed so bizarre and yet, at the same time, it all seemed so reasonable. Was it possible that Bill could be shocked out of his impotence? She didn’t know. Yet, that was what Doctor Bender intended: A shock treatment.
Under the influence of the drug, she was so absorbed and intrigued with the idea that she found herself helping the doctor to undress her. She shrugged her shoulders as he removed her dress, sat up for him to unhook her bra, and before she knew it, she was disrobed. The cool air of the room washed over her, and her naked body trembled, expectantly.