The usual warning, that the material in this story may offend some
readers, the story line itself may offend some readers. I make no 
apology, I like other writers can't please everyone...but if most do 
enjoy its reading, then I have accomplished what I set out to do. Also 
if you are not of the age to be reading such material, then kindly go 
no further. 
 
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This chapter brings to a conclusion "A Night Not to Remember" I want to
thank all my loyal readers, who have followed the series and offered 
their advice...and their good comments...without you, I and other 
writers likewise would find no reward in our efforts...thanks guys, and 
girls, always good to hear from you. 
 
If you have not followed the series it would be better to read the
previous chapters first. 
 
Also you will find a snippet from "The Lisa Peacock Chronicles" (The
bikie years) at the conclusion of this story Warm regards Lisa 
 
***** ***** ******* 
 
It was a touch of déjà vu. The reflection in the mirror was me. The guy
fucking me from the rear was the masked man. My bathroom, which is my 
pride and joy, was well lit and modern. Ivory coloured tiles covered 
the walls and floor, bright high wattage bulbs sunk into the ceiling, 
to give good light, running the length of one wall was a mirror, a top 
containing two washbasins, just below the mirror. I was bent at ninety 
degrees, my ass, toward the masked man, and I was holding on to the 
top. 
 
"Hu...hu...hu" his hands held my ass firmly in place as he fucked. Again
"Hu...hu...hu" My tits swung to the rhythm of his thrusts. 
"Hu...hu...hu" 
 
Even through the leather mask, I could see his lips curled in a smile.
"Hu...hu...hu" I rest my head against the bench top and moan 
contentedly, my tits continue to sway. 
 
For a moment he stops, his hands gently run over the surface of my ass,
caressing it in a loving way, around my hips, a gentle squeeze, around 
my waist, up over my back, a gossamer touch. He brushes my hair to one 
side, his lips are at the back of my neck, kissing it gently and 
sensually, and a shudder runs through my body, now my ear comes in for 
the attention of his mouth and lips, another shudder. I feel his warm 
hands on my breasts, as he cups, fondles and tweaks the now hard 
nipples. 
 
"You like that honey...does it make you feel good?" 
 
"Oh god yes...yes, it does" my moaning response. 
 
His hips start to sway again, and once more he starts to fuck.
"Hu...hu...hu" 
 
"I think it's now time for my little fledgling to fly by herself" 
 
"Mmmmm" I purred softly in response. "Whatever you say" 
 
"I know you're ready, I can tell and feel it" 
 
"What must I do" my reply, only half hearing what he was saying, and not
really caring. 
 
"Tomorrow will be the start of a new and exciting career for you" 
 
"Mmmm, yes, whatever you say" eyes closed, soaking up the feel of his
moving cock, inside me. My cunt was so wet, and my clit could feel the 
hardness of his shaft as it rubbed against it. 
 
"First, I want you to go to your Real Estate office and hand you're
notice in, tell them it's immediate" 
 
"Yes, ok...then what?" 
 
 
You go to the escort agency, Cleopatra's, and find Gerry, he'll have a
work contract for you to sign...three years, but make sure you sign it 
as Rebecca Stanley, that way it will be water tight, Gerry will get 
someone to witness it, you can always revert to your working name, 
Jessica Ryan later. You get to be a full time escort, and I get my 
finders fee of $100,000, he can afford it, and he'll make it back 
threefold from you, in a short space of time, and everybody is happy, 
no losers...think you can do that Rebecca?" 
 
"Mmm, sure no problem" continuing to purr. With that part out of the
way, he turned his full attention to me. 
 
What I saw in the mirror, I liked. The masked man, standing at my rear,
his hips swaying, his cock thrusting, and best of all I could feel his 
cock thrusting, thrusting like some great piston...good deep strokes. 
My cunt was as wet as ever, as I listed to the slurping sound it made, 
from the pounding of his hard manhood. "Oh god there was nothing better 
than a good fuck, and a good fuck is what I was getting" 
 
I felt exhilarated, excited, my heart and pulse raced, his touch was
like magic. I reached beneath my thighs, my finger searching and 
finding my clit. As his cock pounded, my finger, teased at my clit, 
then followed the electrifying feeling, I'd been working toward as the 
orgasm hit. 
 
"Oh god.... oh my god" I screamed, eyes closed as I savored the moment. 
 
He slowed, stopped, and then eased himself out. I felt a void, from
whence he had just come, and also disappointment, but this was short 
lived, as he took hold of me, spun me around, and with strong hands 
lifted me upon the bench top. The marble top felt cool, against the 
warmth of my bum. I tried to visualize his face behind the leather 
mask, but all I could see was that smile, or was it a smirk. The 
self-satisfied smirk of one who knows, victory was his. 
 
He pulled me forward a little, so that my pussy was just slightly over
the edge of the marble top. Pushing my legs apart, he gazed for a 
moment at my wet pussy, all pink and open, like the petals of a flower. 
Dropping to his knees, his finger gently traced the outline of my pussy 
lips, before inserting first one, then two, working them in and out, my 
clit, hard and fully expanded, fingers gently touching and working over 
its surface, up and down, side to side. His eyes watching my reaction, 
my own eyes rolling with the euphoria, and teeth biting my bottom lip. 
 
"Oh god...oh fuck'n god" I screamed. "I'm cuming" 
 
Now his mouth hungrily, sucking on the juices it had produced. "Oh my
god" I screamed again, as I lay back against the cool mirror. The feel 
of tongue and mouth, taking over where his fingers had been only 
moments before...it just didn't get any better than this. I cum.... 
 
Now the gentle touch of his hands, as he slowly massaged my thighs,
continuing to chomp at my wet juicy cunt. "Oh god...oh god" more sighs, 
my hands, running over the leather mask, firmly holding it in place, 
whilst I beg for more, and as always, that smug, self-satisfied smile. 
 
Now he wraps his arms around my waist, lifts me, and impales me on his
hard shaft. I respond by wrapping my legs around his waist, locking my 
ankles tight. Again, that smile, as he walks me away from the bathroom, 
making toward the bedroom. We fall as one, still firmly locked 
together. For a moment, I cling to him like some giant limpet, then 
release him, my legs now wide apart, cradling his naked body between 
them. 
 
"Hu...hu...hu" the fucking process, starts again. That smile, that
bloody infuriating smug, smile. "Hu...hu...hu..." 
 
His eyes are a beautiful deep blue, those eyes; enigmatic and
intelligent; the eyes of a top-of-the-food-chain, predator. I've seen 
them before, now where have I seen them. His lips close on my lips, I 
smell the leather of the mask, covering his face and head, his tongue 
edges the outline of my lips, a gentle kiss, then his mouth is hungry, 
I reciprocate, biting his lip, lust upon lust, my painted nails, claw 
at his back, then at his soft round, but firm buttocks, squeezing, 
pulling. My breath comes in short pants, as I gasp for air. 
"Huh...huh...huh" fuck...fuck...fuck. His ass pumping up and down like 
some machine, his cock thrusting in and out like a piston. Then 
suddenly the pumping stops, and the piston stops thrusting and begins 
to throb, and as it throbs, a burst of hot fluid escapes from the 
top...he's cuming. 
 
He gives me one last, lingering kiss, withdraws and pushes away from me.
I finger my pussy, it's warm, and it's wet. I put the finger in my 
mouth and suckle it. There's only the taste of my own body fluid, and I 
see the reason why, as he removes the used condom, now full of his 
sperm, from his now withering cock. I hear the plop, as he drops it 
into the toilet, then the sound of water as he flushes it away. 
 
He stands over me, gazing at my naked body. "You were just wonderful
honey...just wonderful...I think we both know, you're doing the right 
thing here, don't we?" , eyes twinkling, mouth smiling. 
 
"Yes...yes, I am" I reply, "I know I am". 
 
"Good, that's what I like to hear....now there's just one more thing" 
 
"What's that" I ask. 
 
"A little something extra, to make sure of our success" his reply. Then
presents a syringe, containing a fluid. 
 
"What's that?" concerned. 
 
"Shhhh...shhhh...nothing to worry about, just to make you relax...that's
all" 
 
He finds, the vein, I feel the prick and watch as he plunges the liquid
into my arm. For a moment it feels cool, as it mixes with my 
blood...then I'm floating, surrounded by a bright light. I hear a 
voice, is it his voice? "I'm going to release you Jessica, help you 
come forth where you have always wanted to be, you do want to be 
released, don't you Jessica?" I answer, "Yes. Yes please release me" 
"That's good Jessica, soon you'll be free from Rebecca forever" Then 
instructions, he's giving me instructions. "Yes...yes, I understand...I 
will...I will" I answer in response. The man in the mask is weaving a 
web around me, strands of sticky silk, a spider's web. Round and round, 
layer upon layer, thicker and thicker, over my face. It becomes a fine 
silk mask. I can see nothing through it, just a bright light. A cocoon, 
he's making a cocoon. I can't move, I'm tightly bound, I want to 
escape, but find it impossible 
 
Water...I hear water, and someone singing, he's taking a shower...yes
that's it, he's taking a shower and singing. I continue to float, 
bathed in a bright white light. "Soon my love, soon" I hear him 
whisper. I drift into oblivion, when I come to, I feel I'm still in the 
cocoon. I can't breath I need air. I scream, I awake, now fully 
conscious, my heart is pounding, I'm gasping in lung fulls of air, 
morning light is streaming in through the bedroom windows. I give Simon 
my dog a fright, he must have crept into the bed over night, he begins 
to bark excitedly. 
 
"Shhhh Simon.... shhhh" I say, calming him. My head hurts. I'm exactly
where he'd left me, naked and on top of the bed...oh god...oh dear god. 
Coffee and a couple of Panodol seem to relieve my head. I have much to 
do today, hand in my notice at work, go to the escort agency, and see 
Gerry, sign that work contract...yes there is much to do. Showered and 
some breakfast, I'm feeling in a good mood, and humming a tune, where 
did I hear than song before, I just couldn't get it out of my head. 
 
I check myself in the mirror, skirt and blouse just right, check. Jacket
alright, back and front, check. Lipstick and makeup ok, check. "Whow 
Jessica, you look great...even if I say so myself" Jessica...Jessica, 
why did I say Jessica, my brows furrow in thought. I thought my name 
was Rebecca? Oh well. 
 
"Damn...The contract for Wilson...I was supposed to drop it off at
Geoff's office, well I can do that first, then see my manager and hand 
my notice in" I say to myself. 
 
********* 
 
"This looks like the last Real Estate contract I'll be bringing for you
honey" I said to Geoff, my ex-husband, taking a chair opposite. 
 
He gave me a blank stare. "What do you mean...the last contract?" 
 
I couldn't look him straight in the eye, I glanced to his right
slightly. 
 
"I'm handing my notice in, I'm getting out of Real Estate" I declared. 
 
There was a stunned silence...then "You're what...what the hell for?" 
 
"Oh, I just thought a change of direction" evasive. 
 
"And what direction, may I ask...as if I didn't know" his glaring eyes,
making me uncomfortable. 
 
"You're going to be an escort, aren't you....a fucking prostitute, is
that it?" more glaring eyes. 
 
"Yeah well" my reply, then "Well he's going to win in the end anyhow
isn't he, I may as well start now....get it over with" returning his 
stare. "Anyhow, some how it feels right, I feel comfortable with it" 
 
"He paid you a visit last night, didn't he?" 
 
"Yes, I think he did" 
 
"You think so...but you're not sure, is that it?" 
 
"Yeah kind of...it's like a dream, it happens but I can do nothing to
stop him" 
 
"You realize he can't make you do anything you really don't want to do"
then added, "If you are doing this it's because you really harbour 
thoughts about wanting to do it" 
 
"Since when have you been a psychiatrist...you my shrink now, as well as
my ex husband?" 
 
"You can't do this Rebecca...I won't let you" 
 
"Oh you won't let me eh...how are you going to stop me, you and that cop
of mine seem incapable of catching him, maybe I do want to do this...he 
sees something I don't?" 
 
"We are going to catch him...just give us time" 
 
"There is no more time sweetheart.... I'd better go" 
 
"Well if you're mind's made up...what can I say, let's have a quick
toast to your new profession and new future, surely we can do that?" 
 
Whow that was a quick turn around, I thought 
 
"Ok...you have any brandy...and some ginger ale" 
 
He returned a moment or two later, two glasses of brandy. 
 
"To your new future" he said, raising the glass. I took a long sip, and
sat back. 
 
"You know it won't be too bad, really Geoff...I'm sure I can handle it" 
 
"I'm sure you can my lovely, you're smart and so very, very good
looking, the punters are going to love you, you'll soon have a pad over 
in Hawaii...must invite us all over there eh? I was a fool to divorce 
you" 
 
"If I remember rightly, it was me who divorced you, something to do with
wanting to be with other women...apparently I wasn't enough for you" 
 
"Yeah, more fool me eh?" 
 
The room was starting to spin, Geoff's voice, sounded hollow, and
echoing, then it all went black. 
 
**** *** *** 
 
"Yeah, get over here quick Greg, you've got a problem...a big problem. 
 
When Greg arrived he could see, Rebecca slumped in the chair,
unconscious. 
 
"What happened?" 
 
"I gave her a sedative, a little something to stop her doing something,
she'd only regret later" 
 
Geoff then related to Greg what had happened thus far. 
 
"We have to get her somewhere safe, somewhere she can't be got at, and
somewhere she can't get out" Geoff. 
 
"Ok...I've got a safe house...I know a nurse who owes me a favour or
two" Greg 
 
Geoff's eyebrows shot up, in question. "Not what you think pal" Greg's
reply "Then we have to start a lay some planning" 
 
An hour later Rebecca was safely tucked up in a safe house, still
sedated, a nurse and a PI, to guard her. 
 
They had removed her cell phone, from her, given it to Sandra, Geoff's
new girl friend, and waited; it would only be a matter of time before 
Mr Mystery man rang. Sandra would make out to be Rebecca, they hoped 
the words he would say, contained the trigger word. 
 
"Do you think you could pass off as Rebecca, try and keep you're voice
like hers, just long enough, don't say too much" 
 
Sandra said she'd try, and felt pretty confident about it. At first they
thought they were in for a long wait, but Greg felt sure he'd be keen 
to find out if Rebecca had carried out his instructions, when the phone 
did ring, time stood still for a moment, as they all froze and looked 
at the ringing phone. 
 
"OK, pick it up and put it on speaker, I'll record whatever he says"
said Greg. 
 
Sandra flipped opened the phone, put it on speaker and they all waited. 
 
"Jessica?" 
 
"Yes I'm here" replied Sandra. 
 
The guy's voice whoever he was, had it disguised. 
 
"Have you done it yet...handed in your notice?" 
 
"Er no...no...I haven't...not yet" 
 
"Why not...I was very explicit about this last night...and you assured
me you would do it first thing...did you not?" 
 
Geoff held up the contract for Sandra to see...mouthing the word
contract. 
 
"Oh... I had a final contract to give to Geoff....then I'll go and hand
my notice in" 
 
"NO....NO...don't do that...I'm really annoyed with you Jessica...you
mustn't go to your ex husband...not now...not yet" 
 
"But....but...." 
 
"No....no...I'll have to give you a little detour first...a little
errand" 
 
There was a moment's silence, and then the word came, the password that
they had all been waiting to hear. "75 tarantulas" 
 
"You with me on this Jessica?" 
 
"Yes, I'm with you" replied Sandra, hoping her answers, were enough to
keep him on line. 
 
"Now go to 20 Bayswater Road.... there's a client wishing to partake of
your services...the when you are finished go directly to your office 
and hand in your notice, then on to see Gerry and get that contract 
signed...after that you can do as you wish... you got all that?" 
 
"Yes...yes...I understand" 
 
Then the line went dead. There was silence among the listeners for a
moment. 
 
"Well, at least we know what the key wording is" said Geoff 
 
"Yeah, and an address to visit" replied Greg. 
 
The address was a bit of a fizz, sure there were two guys there, they
had indeed, booked an escort for the afternoon. They were in fact 
waiting for her to turn up, the agency they had rang was.... 
Cleopatra's. 
 
"So, we have a definite connection between our guy, and Cleopatra's eh?"
Geoff 
 
"And Kowski's got to know who his guy is that supplies him with hookers"
Greg. 
 
"So we now go and see Kowski eh?" Sandra. 
 
Kowski eyed the trio as they entered his place of business, a smile on
his face. 
 
"Mmm a woman's with them as well, not bad looking, perhaps I could offer
her a job" thinking to himself. 
 
"Gentlemen, lady...welcome to Cleopatra's...now, how can I help you
charming people" he asked, his eyes not wavering from Sandra's breasts. 
 
 
"Well you can start by helping us with some information" Greg replied,
flashing his badge. 
 
Gerry gave a nervous chuckle. "Oh...er...how can I help" he said, the
quickly added "I run a legal business here, no drugs or 
nothing...strictly legal" 
 
"Yeah sure you do...what about this girl...does she work here?" Greg was
showing him a picture of Rebecca. 
 
Gerry's mouth was dry; he swallowed, licked his lips and asked
nervously. "Why, what's she done...murdered someone?" 
 
"Have you or have you not seen her, and does she work from here" 
 
"Yes...yes, she does, but I swear, I know nothing about her...her names
Jessica...Jessica Ryan" he eventually blurted. 
 
The trio looked at each other. "How come she works from here, was there
a pimp involved?" 
 
"Well a guy phoned me....I guess it must have been her pimp" 
 
"And" said Greg, winding up his hand, wanting more. "Tell us the story" 
 
Gerry told the trio, how a guy rang him, said he had a girl keen to
start up as an escort, only experience she'd had was with a few guys, 
but was a real stunner. Said there was a hundred grand in it for me if 
I eventually decided to take her on, she was on trial for a 
while...well I knew from the start I was getting a bargain, I'd make my 
money back in aces, after a short period, she was well worth the 
investment. 
 
"Payment, how did you pay him? Geoff. 
 
"I haven't yet...it's to be all cash, in this brief case" Gerry replied,
opening up and showing them the money. 
 
"She's supposed to be coming in to sign a work contract, her terms and
conditions, hours and bonuses...it's a good contract...three years" 
 
Geoff scanned through the document. "Yeah pretty good for you...if she
decides to break the contract, you have the right to sue her for 
breaching it eh?" 
 
"It's business...it's legal...like most work contracts...we're not
forcing her to do the work, it's what they want, we haven't sued any of 
the girls so far" 
 
"You have any other blonds working here, one that looks a bit like
Rebec...Jessica" said Greg. 
 
Gerry said he had, and Greg suggested he send her to the address they
had obtained from the two guys. This would at least give the impression 
that Rebecca had carried out his instructions. 
 
"OK fellah...I guess its time for a little chat" Greg. 
 
"Yes...yes I'll co-operate in any way I can" Gerry 
 
**** ***** ***** 
 
"Oh that's nice" I purr, as he gently stroked my thigh. I close my eyes
and snuggle deeper into the soft mattress. His hands and fingers feel 
gentle as they run over my soft warm flesh. A euphoric feeling, runs 
through my body, I shudder, but not from the cold. His other hand 
brushes and strokes my long, blond hair. He has the looks of an outdoor 
man, rugged and weather beaten. His eyes are dark brown, his hair thick 
and dark, and a hint of gray, starting to appear. His smile is 
friendly, but could belie a hidden danger within. His mouth brushes 
against my mouth, his tongue, traces the edges of my lips, and then he 
kisses me with passion, our mouths open, our tongues fight for 
possession. Now my heart rate increases, my blood is pounding through 
my veins. Fingers, his fingers trace the outline of my pussy. I open my 
legs a little more, I want to feel his fingers inside my cunt...no... I 
want to feel him inside my cunt. Two fingers go inside, oh god...I 
raise my hips off the mattress...pushing against the incoming 
fingers...I'm wet...very wet. I want him...oh god how I want him. I'm 
fighting for air...I need to breath. I break contact with his mouth, 
pant and gulp for air. 
 
"Oh god...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me" I scream at him. 
 
"No...no...not yet" he replies, tormenting me. My hand reaches for his
hard erection...wrong thing to do...it only heightens my expectations. 
It feels so good to touch and hold. It's warm, throbbing and alive in 
my hand. I can feel the veins...and the hard head, as my hand jerks him 
off. 
 
His warm mouth and lips, kiss my neck, his tongue licking my ear, and my
hand moves faster up and down his hard shaft. At last he moves his body 
on top of mine, his cock feels warm and hard in my hand, as it brushes 
against my thigh. I spread my legs wide apart, and I guide him inside 
my pussy. My back arches up, to meet the thrust, a gasp first, and then 
a sigh, as it slides in. "Ahhhh.... ohhhhhh" God it feels so good, as 
his ass humps up and down, to the accompaniment of his own grunts of 
satisfaction. "Oh yes...oh yes...huh...huh...huh" fuck...fuck...fuck. 
 
My long painted fingernails, dig into the flesh of his back as the
euphoria of the fucking, sends my spinning into orbit. There was no 
drug available that could give me the feeling I was experiencing right 
now. 
 
"Hey Rebecca...Rebecca, wake up...wake up" The voice awakens me from my
dream...a dream, surely not, it seemed so real. As the fog clears, the 
vision of two faces come into view, a man and that of a woman. 
 
"Hey come on honey, your safe now, no need to worry" said the man. 
 
I push up on my elbows to survey the room and its contents. Clean, but
Spartan. Two chairs, a dresser and wardrobe, small coffee table, lace 
curtains and drapes and the cot I'm sleeping on. I try to move my arm, 
but see it's secured to the cot. The guy comes forward and releases me. 
 
 
"It's for your own good, Greg told us to make sure you didn't try to
escape, he'll be on his way soon" 
 
"No...no I've got things to do...things I must do...I've got to hand in
my notice and get a work contract signed...you don't understand I've 
got to get out of here" I tell him 
 
The guy looks at the woman. "No...that won't be necessary anymore...it's
all under control...Greg just rang us...now just relax and wait for 
Greg" 
 
I lay back on the cot, trying to relax. I had to go...I had to get out
of here...I heard and felt the click as the guy re-secured me to the 
cot. I wasn't going anywhere. 
 
***** ***** ****** 
 
Gerry had co-operated with the trio, had told them everything he knew,
but they still had no name to follow up on. They were no further 
forward to catching this guy, but at least they knew the trigger code. 
Now they could at least de-program Rebecca, this was a positive step. 
Gerry was also bitterly disappointed that Rebecca, or Jessica as he 
knew her, wasn't going to be part of the establishment. "God she was 
good...she could have made a fortune" he'd said. 
 
"Yeah and you as well Kowski eh?" Said Greg. 
 
"Well that's true" his reply, a wide grin on his face "Hey, blue eyes,
you wouldn't like a job with us would you" turning his attention to 
Sandra. 
 
"Oh I don't think so" she replied, blushing. 
 
"Well if you change your mind give me a call" handing her one of his
business cards. 
 
*** *** *** 
 
We were all sitting in the office of one, Michael Powell, eminent
hypnotherapist. We'd told him what had happened to date, he said 
nothing, his hands forming a steeple, his chin resting on the steeple, 
he just nodded knowingly from time to time. 
 
When I'd finished relating my experiences, he said nothing for a while,
pondering and reflecting on what I'd just disclosed to him. 
 
"Well first things first" he eventually said. 
 
"Let me see if I can....de-bug you, for want of a better word" 
 
"I'm going to put you under, then give you some fresh instructions...I'd
like a few sessions with you...it's clear he may be entrenched in you 
further than I would like...so you'll have to bare with me" 
 
We all agreed, we had little other choice, there was no magic wand with
this. The blood sample I'd given them, had told them that some mind 
hallucinate drug had been administered to me, and that had to clear my 
system also. My so-called safe room would be my place of residence for 
a little while longer. 
 
With each treatment, my mind began to clear. I started remembering
things that I had, or could not earlier. We experimented with the use 
of the password, and it seemed to be ok, no trance, nothing. 
 
Sandra, had tried taking my place, passing herself off as me, but our
friend got wise to that one...and a little pissed off.... threatening 
all forms of retribution, if he did not get to speak to me. In the end 
it was decided to try out our decontamination therapy, and see if it 
works. 
 
We were all sitting waiting for his call, and sure enough it came. 
 
"Hello Jessica...is that you my darling" 
 
"Well, I'm the one you call Jessica, but I do prefer Rebecca, after all
that is my name" 
 
"Hmmm, that might be true, but I do think you prefer Jessica's life
style, don't you, now be honest" 
 
"No, I just want my own life back, not the one you chose for me,
dickhead" 
 
"Ohhh such aggression...you sound real angry Jessica...tell me are you
still under my control...or has that so called hack Dr managed to 
er...detoxify you" 
 
"Why don't you try me dickhead...let's see if you do still have control
over me" 
 
There was a long pause before he answered. "OK....I have to know sooner
or later...how about...spider man...no, no that wasn't it...er how 
about batman, again no that wasn't it, then let's try 75 tarantulas" 
 
There was a long pause, all holding their breaths, this was the
moment...nothing, I did not feel anything. 
 
"Well I'm still waiting your instruction" I said, at length. 
 
"Yeah... not much point is there, I realize our hack doc has done a job
on you...pity really, I honestly think you liked the work...and the 
money you made from it" "Yeah and the money you made from it" my reply 
 
"Well must go, no doubt your friends are trying to trace this call...but
I will be in touch Jessica, we are not finished with each other yet" 
 
Before I could reply, he was gone. 
 
If the trigger wording had not worked, why did I feel so despondent? I
should be jumping up and down with joy, but somehow his statement. "We 
are not finished with each other yet" tempered my good feeling. 
 
One good thing was. I could now recall, certain memories that had been
locked away in the recesses of my mind. Things that were relevant to my 
situation. One big thing, when asked earlier had I undergone therapy, 
or been involved with a hypnotist, now I recalled a fun night out, that 
Cynthia Jarman had organized for the girls, hired a hypnotist for the 
evening, had us all doing silly things, harmless fun I thought...but 
perhaps not so harmless after all...now what was his name. 
 
A call to Cynthia, and we had the name of the hypnotist...and a contact
number, it all seemed far too simple...could it be. Well whatever, we 
had more than we had earlier in the day. 
 
Michael Powell, our hypnotherapist, or should I say my hypnotherapist,
knew of this guy...Roger Newell. 
 
"I doubt very much if it is him...he's just a part time party guy, doing
party tricks...this is far more sophisticated...well above his grade" 
said Michael. 
 
"Well let's start with him...we have nothing else to go on" replied
Greg. 
 
For the first time in a long while Greg took me home. I wondered where
he and I stood with each other. He probably had every right to just 
walk away, I mean who wants a hooker, or even ex hooker as a girl 
friend, him being a cop and all. 
 
I got my answer after we'd finished our meal, and a bottle of wine, or
make that two bottles of wine. I'd just finished putting the dishes in 
the dishwasher, when I felt two arms encircle my waist, warm hands 
working upward and cupping my breasts and gently squeezing them, a 
mouth and hot breath on my neck and ear, lips kissing. I shuddered at 
his touch and kiss, and pushed back into his strong arms, it felt good 
to be with him like this once more. 
 
"Oh Greg...I love you...I love you" I whispered and swooned 
 
"And I love you honey...I should have been paying more attention to you"
his reply. 
 
He swooped me up, cradling me in his arms. I flung my arms around his
neck; our mouths open, as we kissed passionately, heading for the 
bedroom. 
 
There was an urgency in both of us, for the first time in a long while,
I was fully aware of my actions, I may not have been in total control, 
but hey, who cared. I was feverously; fumbling with his buttons, as he 
was with mine, more haste...less speed, as they say. My blouse, 
gone...his shirt, gone, both discarded. I worked at unbuckling his 
belt, and then unzipped his fly, as I did so I felt his hardness 
beneath the fabric. He was tugging and pulling my skirt...both skirt 
and trousers...gone, discarded. As I undid my bra, he was pulling my 
panties off, a hiss of breath as he saw his goal, my pussy. "Oh 
god...oh my god, it's so beautiful" he said, pushing my legs apart, 
burying his face between my thighs. 
 
It was my turn to gasp "Ohhhh, my god" as his tongue lightly touched the
lips of my vagina. His fingers parting them, tongue licking, mouth 
kissing. As his mouth and tongue, worked in unison, he then inserted 
his finger, gently rubbing my clit, the result was phenomenal, forcing 
me to twist and squirm my hips. Each kiss and lick becoming more 
passionate and deeper. The more passionate he became, the higher he 
took me. I moaned and sighed, my head thrashed from side to side, my 
fingers dug into the back of his neck, my nails leaving an imprint in 
his flesh. His tongue now touched and rubbed my clit, gathering it and 
drawing it into his mouth, sucking...sucking...sucking. Oh god...oh 
god...oh god...I was going to cum. My pussy dripped and drooled wet, 
his tongue licked and lapped it up, as he drank the nectar I had 
produced. 
 
My cunt was so wet, I hardly felt his hard cock as it slid inside me.
Our time apart had heightened our passions and lusts for each other. He 
drove his hard manhood into me like a great pile driver, deep and hard. 
"Huh...huh...huh", his ass rising and falling, thrusting, thrusting, 
thrusting...fuck...fuck...fuck. The sound of body upon body, flesh 
slapping against flesh, fuck...fuck...fuck 
 
"Oh god...oh god...yes...yes...yes, fuck me...fuck me... fuck me" I
screamed at him. 
 
"Huh...huh...huh", a brief pause, as he turned me over onto my stomach,
inserted his cock from behind, thrust hard and deep, and started over 
again. "Huh...huh...huh" fuck, fuck, fuck. Once more my screams, and 
again the sound of pounding flesh on flesh. The tissues of my ass, 
quivering, like the ripples on a pond as he drove himself, relentlessly 
into my pussy. I knew his time was close; he pushed me down into the 
soft mattress, his body against mine, his hot breath on my neck. His 
thrusts were fast and deep, each thrust pushing me deeper into the 
mattress, no longer able to hold it back, he let go, I felt three long 
squirts of cum as he erupted inside me, at the same time shouting out 
"Ohhhhh god...oh my god" Venting his frustration. 
 
We remained locked together, out hearts pounding in unison, as the
passion and lusts within us slowly wound down. He eased himself out, 
cock now quite limp, and satisfied, a friendly slap on my butt as he 
lay beside me. 
 
It was good to lie beside Greg and just gently touch and feel each
other's naked bodies in the aftermath of the intensity of our 
lovemaking. 
 
***** ***** ******* 
 
Michael Powell our hypnotherapist was right. Roger Newell was just bit
time; he went to parties just like Cynthia', purely as entertainment. 
We were all disappointed, another dead end, until Roger revealed he had 
been involved with a Dr Maxwell Wiese, had attended a few lectures of 
his, and had studied for a while under him. The name of course alerted 
Michael Powell. "Arr...now we are getting some where...this could be 
our break" he said. 
 
There was excitement and anticipation in the group. "How do you mean?"
asked Greg. 
 
He went on to explain, that Dr Maxwell Wiese had been employed by the
government to explore and expand on his theories, that he, with the 
help of drugs and hypnotism, could control the human mind, control it 
in such a way that the person could be made to achieve more than they 
thought possible. "Just think of it's use in the armed forces, people 
who could go further and achieve more than the average soldier, sailor 
or airman...go right to the very brink...it really didn't matter if 
they went over that brink...consider it collateral damage" 
 
"So what happened in the end" asked Geoff. 
 
"Like a few of these hair brained schemes, there were set backs, whilst
it seemed to partially work, some had immense psychological 
problems...they considered it a failure and disbanded his 
experiments... he left and faded into obscurity...at least we thought 
so, until now...I'd say he's found a way that has been reasonably 
successful" 
 
"But how did he get the names of the women?" asked Sandra 
 
"Well it would seem that our friend Roger had kept in touch with our
friend, he like the rest, allowed the good Dr to put him under...purely 
to help him become a better hypnotist...so the Dr said, whilst under, 
silly Roger revealed the names of woman who had attended his little 
parties...the Dr would follow up, see which ones he wanted to pursue 
and the rest we know" 
 
"No not quite" I said, "How did the Dr take control from there on?" 
 
"Simple, whilst you were all under Roger, inadvertently implanted the
trigger word...75 tarantulas...if the good Dr needed to talk or meet 
up, all he had to do was use the trigger word, followed by further 
instructions and you all followed them" 
 
"So where is the good Dr right now?" I asked 
 
"We are following up some real good leads on that Rebecca" Greg replied.
 
 
The leads took them to a house in the better part of the city, no one
had ever suspected he had been carrying on his experiments, and making 
good money from them. There were plenty of up market brothels, escort 
agencies and pimps, prepared to pay his asking price for an attractive, 
and willing woman...they just saw it as an investment that would give a 
good return in the long run, well perhaps not too long run. 
 
When they raided his house he'd flown the coup...just. They picked him
up at the airport, just prior to him boarding his flight. 
 
A trial followed, and it was touch and go whether we got a conviction.
Even though he had turned many a woman into a prostitute, few, if any 
would testify against him. Said it was the best thing that had ever 
happened to them, and were even prepared to testify in his favor. 
However the few of us who did testify, and with the evidence found at 
his home, did the trick...he got fifteen years. 
 
***** **** ****** 
 
The corrections bus waited, as it filled with a fresh batch of convicted
persons, Dr Maxwell Wiese among them. He was forty-seven years of age, 
but looked ten years younger, slim, fit and full of health, and well 
groomed. He wore glasses, but this added to his attraction, rather than 
detracted his appearance. 
 
Axle Pierce, hauled himself on board, he was the opposite of the good
Dr. Shaved head, black piercing eyes, a nose that must have seen many a 
fist fight, mustache and beard, underarm deodorant was his own body 
sweat, and tattoos a plenty, the penitentiary system was nothing new to 
him, this was his third time, and it was a long stretch, he slumped 
down next to the good Dr, forcing him to crush up against the window. 
Pierce took a good look at the Dr...stuck out his great paw of a hand 
and said with intimidation "Axle Pierce...who are you?" 
 
The Dr not wanting to anger this brute of a man sitting next to him
replied rather timidly "Wiese...Maxwell Wiese", and felt the crush of 
Axles hand as he shook it. 
 
"How long ya in for Max" he asked. 
 
The Dr winced, he didn't like the name Max...his name was Maxwell, but
he thought better of it to tell Axle this. 
 
"Fifteen years" he replied meekly. 
 
"Who's taking care of you inside Max" 
 
Another wince, "No one...no one's taking care of me...I can look after
myself" his reply. 
 
"No you can't Max...you need someone, you'll be cattle fodder in
there...animals, that's all they are just animals" his reply, and his 
great hand slammed down on the Dr's thigh. "I'm gona look after 
you...ya gona be my bitch...no one will dare touch you with me to 
protect you...no one touches Axles bitch...know what I mean?" his hand 
slowly rubbing up and down the Dr's thigh. The doctor knew only too 
well what he meant. 
 
*** *** *** 
 
It was nine months after the Dr had been sent to prison, that I got the
call. 
 
"Sorry to have to tell you this Mrs Stanley, but Dr Wiese, has escaped
from custody, he's been out for two days, seems to have slipped through 
the net...but never fear, we'll reprehend him again soon" Some how I 
didn't feel assured by what he said. The following day, the call came. 
 
"Hello" I said, as I picked up the phone. 
 
"Jessica my love...and how are you my lovely" 
 
I felt a sudden chill run through my body, and a sickness in my stomach.
 
 
"Hello doctor...what the hell do you want?" 
 
"Oh darling, that's no way to talk to an old friend now...is it?" 
 
"Listen dick head, you're not now or ever have been a friend of
mine...you all but ruined my life" I said "And others" I added. "You 
can rot in hell for all I care...how's that for friendly advice eh?" 
 
"Oh dear me... you sound so upset my love...perhaps a little therapy
might help, we could meet up someplace and get to know each other all 
over again...we did have some good times together didn't we?" 
 
"No...no we did not...you might have, but not me shit head" I was
starting to fume. 
 
"Well never mind my love...you know it was so naughty of you to have me
sent down like that.... nine months I spent with that animal 
Pierce...being his bitch was not a nice thing...no sir not nice at all" 
 
 
"It's what you deserved...after what you did to all those women" 
 
"Now I don't recall all of them saying anything untoward against me, in
fact most thanked me...apart from you and a couple of other ungrateful 
bitches" anger starting to show. Then a brief moment, as he regrouped. 
 
"Any how darling, I don't hold any grudges, I'm sure you just misjudged
me...a misunderstanding on your behalf.... I'm going to forgive 
you...and I" 
 
"Forgive.... you forgive me, you little toe rag....I" 
 
"Shh...shh...listen to me darling, listen" he interrupted. 
 
I think me blood pressure was hitting the roof, as I stood fuming...my
foot tapping. 
 
"Now we do have some unfinished business...you and I, I think we should
catch up soon and discuss it...I'll contact you again, with a time and 
place" 
 
"You know what you can do...." But I was talking to no one; he'd already
hung up. 
 
Was it the end of all my ordeals...or just the beginning? 
 
******************* 
 
A couple of extracts from "The Lisa Peacock Chronicles (The Bikie Years)
 
 
July 1999 to August 2000. 
 
I'm Ready 
 
I'd packed a few things, mainly clothing into a suitcase and loaded them
into the car. I'd watched the darkness turn to gray, before the morning 
sun rose bringing with it a beautiful clear warm day. I tried to eat 
something, but my stomach just churned over, coffee seemed to help, I'd 
been to the toilet for a pee about a million times, then the sound of 
two Harley's told me it was time to go. I gave Simon one last cuddle, 
picked up the car keys and left a little note for Cynthia, with some 
final instructions. She already had a key and would take over when she 
finished work tonight. 
 
The bikes throbbed and idled outside, as they waited for me, all I could
see were bearded faces and dark sunglasses of the riders, and leather 
waistcoats, with the Vipers logo on the back. I started the Toyota, put 
on my seat belt, and when I indicated I was ready we took off, my 
escorts making sure I staid with them. We weaved and circled the town, 
from one end to the other, one housing estate to another, and then just 
ahead was the gang headquarters. We stopped outside the high barb wired 
gates, the gang member checking who it was before allowing us entry. Oh 
god...oh dear god, I thought. 
 
***************************** 
 
The Block 
 
And so the clock ticked on, as the steady steam of willing gang members
stood up to the block and took their turn to fuck me. I would see a mop 
of thick curly pubic hair, an erection sprouting from it, some cut, 
some uncut, I'd watch as each one vanished inside me, cum being 
injected upon cum. I could feel a dribble of liquid running down my 
buttocks, my sperm deposit box was overflowing from the many deposits 
that had already been made. A small hand towel lay near by, which was 
used from time to time to wipe away the excess. So far twelve gang 
members had been through me, at least another eight to go, and I was 
starting to feel somewhat sore in that area. Number thirteen took the 
towel, and was wiping my pussy down. I said to him that I was feeling 
somewhat sore. He grunted, reached for a tube of KY Gel, and then 
spread some of it in, and around my pussy.